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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
THE FRUITS OF DESIRE
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Chapter Four
ÒBefore you go to the Bottom Party you must pick up your room,Ó
Amanda told Kelli at breakfast. She looked at Mark. ÒAnd you can help,
since you sleep up there now,Ó she added. Mark felt his cheeks redden. He
looked at Kelli. She was eating her cereal greedily, Kitty Krunch, loaded
with sugar and sure to add bounce to her already piquant personality.
ÒÔKay,Ó Kelli said. She spoke without missing a beat. She scooped up
yet another spoonful of cereal, jamming the next mouthful in before the
previous one was finished. The girl was hungry, Mark remarked to himself.
Her over-ripe bosoms wobbled beneath her night shirt. Her tousled hair
hung down past her cheeks, spilled over her shoulders, trailed just a little
down her back. Every time she leaned her head forward, her hair, which
curled at the ends, bounced enthusiastically. Mark felt embarrassed at
wanting Kelli to be his sex slave, or, as her aunt put it, his Ôpretend sex
slave,Õ seeing her eating this way now, like a ravenous child. Yet how
eager she was! How full of life and vigor! Amanda had made Mark wear
shorts to breakfast and he felt his penis grow large in his Jockeys. How
he relished the thought of putting this rambunctious childÕs energy to
work for erotic purposes!
Amanda, perhaps feeling a little embarrassment of her own, for a
tinge of blush crept into her own cheeks, said, ÒKelli, donÕt eat so fast.
You are 13. Eat like a young lady.Ó
ÒBut itÕs GOOD!Ó Kelli protested. She shoveled cereal from her bowl
as if each nugget of Kitty Krunch were gold. Edible gold. Mark supposed
such sugary tidbits were gold, to a child. Suddenly, her bowl nearly
empty, Kelli picked up the box. She began dumping a new load of cereal
into her bowl. ÒWhereÕs the prize?!Ó Kelli asked in a loud voice. The
cereal overflowed her bowl and spilled onto the tablecloth.
ÒItÕs probably all the way at the bottom,Ó Mark told her, hoping his
words would forestall the avalanche of cereal cascading onto the table.
ÒKelli, youÕre making a mess!Ó Amanda scolded the girl. ÒIÕll have
you whipped extra hard tonight if you donÕt behave.Ó
Kelli, uncontrollable a moment before, stopped shaking the box of
Kitty Krunch. Her eyes widened and she put the box gently back down on
the table.
ÒIÕm sorry, auntie,Ó Kelli said in a loud voice. She picked up her
spoon, the end of which was shaped like a bear, and toyed with her cereal
for a moment. Then she asked, quietly, in a voice laced with trepidation,
ÒAm I really to be whipped tonight?Ó
ÒYes. On your bottom,Ó Amanda told the girl.
ÒOh.Ó was all Kelli said in reply. A long silence ensued. Then Mark
caught sight of a blush stealing into her cheeks. The girl was so ripe! So
eager! He glanced at her bosoms again and saw that her nipples had risen
into her shirt. They looked like twin thorns, poised there at the end of her
tits, succulent treats begging to be plucked from her rose-red nipples.
Stamens at the tips of twin flowers.
ÒI should have agreed to take her to such a party much earlier,Ó
Amanda remarked. ÒShe stayed with me last summer for two weeks and
was unbearably naughty.Ó
ÒNo I wasnÕt, auntie,Ó Kelli piped up.
ÒYou dumped mud in my swimming pool,Ó Amanda told the girl.
ÒWhat do you call that?Ó
ÒI wanted your pool to be natural, auntie,Ó Kelli said. ÒYou know,
like a pond. With dirt at the bottom, and some grass too, and perhaps some
pretty flowers. Then I could be the Little Mermaid, pretending IÕm
swimming in a real ocean! And a pond too,Ó Kelli added. ÒAnd a lake also,Ó
she said, as if adding extra things her auntÕs pool might have been added
weight to her defense.
After breakfast, Mark helped Kelli clean her room. She had eaten
breakfast in only her night shirt and now, as she bent over to pick up each
of her toys, Mark was treated to wonderful glimpses of her bottom. It was
chubby and round. Its spheres arched in invitation each time the girl bent
over. The skin stretched tautly over her mounds. He longed to flay them
and penetrate them. He felt his groin grow heavy in his Jockeys, heavier
than it already was, and he yearned to tear them off. But Amanda had told
him not to tease the girl with his cock. ÒI want you two working up there,
not screwing,Ó Amanda had warned Mark. ÒYou must be full for this
evening. Even though the focus is on us girls, and particularly on Kelli, for
she will be the slave of honor, being the youngest, nonetheless much will
be demanded of the men. I wish for you to acquit yourself as well as the
rest, if not better.Ó Amanda had smiled as she said it. The faint blush
still lingering in her cheeks had deepened.
And so Mark found himself in this little girlÕs room, picking up toys
with her, and secretly admiring her ass. His dick pained him in his shorts.
It pushed into the cotton, trying the fabric, stretching it, making it bulge.
But he had found the girlÕs aunt cooperative in his plans. He didnÕt want to
anger her. He would do whatever Amanda asked, provided she let him do
what he pleased to her niece. He had a guilty feeling in his stomach but it
was not as bad as it had been on previous days. He guessed it would brood
even less in him tomorrow. He considered it and concluded that it was
rather like premature ejaculation. Time would lessen it. Practise and
experience would eliminate it. And yet the guilt, like the premature
ejaculations he remembered from his youth, was due to a kind of heady
excitement. Imagine! A young 7th grader reduced to sexual slavery! She
would be his to command as he pleased; to give to whomever he pleased,
women as well as men, perhaps even to other young girls. He would
challenge and test her. He would guide her. And then, because she was
only a pretend sex slave, and couldnÕt be kept forever, he would one day
release her, back to her parents. She would still be fresh and young, still
as wide-eyed and sweet-lipped as before, only beginning the eighth grade.
Except for her hymen. There was nothing he could do about that. Anyway
her parents shouldnÕt be prying between her legs to find it. She was, after
all, 13. Fathers didnÕt look between their daughters legs at that age,
especially in Utah. And her mother wouldnÕt be too much of a problem,
Mark thought, since Kelli was already using Tampax.
ÒIÕm finished,Ó Kelli said.
ÒRats,Ó Mark smiled. ÒI was enjoying the view.Ó Kelli blushed. She
grabbed her nightshirt and yanked down on it.
ÒWhy do you like my bottom so much?Ó Kelli asked Mark.
ÒBecause weÕre going to a Bottom Party,Ó Mark answered.
ÒNo. I see you looking at it too, especially when my backÕs turned,Ó
Kelli said. ÒAnd you made me bend over at that... other party,Ó Kelli said,
remembering, with quickly flushing cheeks, the soiree at ValerieÕs.
Mark tried to think up another dodge. Then he decided to simply be
frank: ÒI like your bottom because itÕs beautiful,Ó he told Kelli. The girl
squealed. She ran from the room, still clutching her nightshirt.
ÒMark says my bottomÕs beautiful!Ó Kelli announced to Amanda. Mark
stepped out of the girlÕs bedroom. He gazed down the hall, to the end of it,
where Amanda was folding towels and putting them into a linen closet.
Kelli stood beside her.
Amanda smiled at the girl. ÒYes IÕm sure he does think your bottom
is beautiful, and many other men too, especially tonight, when you show it
off at the Bottom Party.Ó
ÒYou mean people are going to be LOOKING at it?!Ó Kelli asked in
alarm.
ÒOh, you will be quite without panties, darling, and I will be too, and
all the girls will be,Ó Amanda laughed. ÒHowever you will be permitted a
bra, for the menÕs focus is to be on our nether charms tonight, not on our
other parts.Ó
ÒI donÕt like going to a party without my panties on,Ó Kelli said.
ÒDonÕt ask too many questions, dear,Ó Amanda said. ÒA little must
be told, for I donÕt wish you to be ignorant. You will be exercised in back
and you will necessarily suffer a loss of innocence on that point. However
to know too much beforehand spoils the tension, donÕt you think?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Kelli agreed, though Mark wondered if the girl, poking her
belly button with her finger, pressing at it through her nightshirt, really
understood what her aunt was saying. ÒI want to go swimming!Ó Kelli
announced suddenly.
ÒYou may, but you must wear your bikini,Ó Amanda told the girl.
ÒWear the new one I bought you yesterday at VictoriaÕs Secret. It is
fetching, as you like them, but it should do a better job of staying out of
your bottom crack.Ó
ÒOh, I prefer swimming nude!Ó Kelli said.
ÒNo. ItÕs fortunate there were clouds yesterday, despite the heat,Ó
Amanda said. ÒAt a Bottom Party it is customary for the girls to have
white bottoms and I want yours as delicately white as the rest, especially
since you will have the place of honor.Ó
KelliÕs eyes brightened. ÒI am to be honored? Like an HonorÕs
Student?Ó she asked. She had tried all last year to make the Honor Role at
her school and just barely missed it.
ÒYour bottom is to be honored,Ó Amanda corrected the girl.
ÒOh,Ó Kelli said. ÒWhy is my bottom to be honored?Ó
ÒBecause itÕs a Bottom Party!Ó Amanda cried, exasperation showing
in her face. ÒNow go out and play. I mean, swim. Whatever it is you wish
to do. Put on sun tan lotion, though, to protect your skin. And wear your
panties, and your bikini bra too. Keep them pulled tight so your ass isnÕt
hanging out all over the place.Ó
ÒOkay!Ó Kelli said. She dashed up the hall and went right past Mark,
who stood marvelling at the extraordinary way that her tits, covered only
by her nightshirt, were flung up and down by her running.
ÒAnd donÕt forget to wear the VictoriaÕs Secret bikini! The new one!
The one that fits!Ó Amanda called after the girl.
Storm clouds rolled in during the afternoon and by evening it was
raining. They skipped dinner. Mark went upstairs to see what Kelli was up
to, in her bedroom, for lightning had driven the girl from the pool. He
found Kelli standing before a mirror, being dressed by her aunt. She wore
white lingerie.
ÒOh, youÕre dressing already,Ó Mark said.
ÒOf course weÕre dressing already,Ó Amanda replied. ÒGo put on your
suit. WeÕre leaving in half an hour for the Bottom Party.Ó
ÒI thought it didnÕt start until eight,Ó Mark said.
ÒYes, but KelliÕs quite young, and there are certain things Lady
Winston and I must explain to her,Ó Amanda told Mark. She adjusted a
white garter belt stretched tight across KelliÕs flat belly.
Lady Winston. Mark remembered her well. She was 22, but she had
lived a great deal and she enjoyed affecting the poise of an older woman.
She had a prominent bust and unstoppable body. Mark had shared her bed
one evening and been exhausted by her. It had taken little more than an
hour. He had re-learned the meaning of Òpremature ejaculation,Ó for she
had sucked him so ardently at their first meeting that he had spilled into
her mouth. Then she had squeezed him between her legs. Finally she had
sucked him dry a third time with her bottom hole, clutching at him and
laughing, as if he were the one being taken and not her.
She had surprised him by staying in bed when he got up to dress.
ÒFeeling sleepy, eh?Ó Mark had asked, eyeing her manfully.
ÒNot in the least, dear,Ó Lady Winston had replied. ÒIÕm so sorry you
have to go.Ó
ÒWell, I donÕt think I could come again,Ó Mark had answered. His dick
felt so thoroughly depleted by her that he dreaded being asked to perform
again. ÒIÕm... uh... sorry I didnÕt tell you that I had to go pick up a friend at
the airport.
ÒHmmm. I suppose itÕs alright, although I wouldÕve enjoyed having
two at once.Ó
ÒHuh?Ó Mark asked. Lady Winston, who had lit a cigarette, a very
long cigarette that was poised in a cigarette holder, and pursed with her
succulent lips, smiled. ÒIÕm having another man over after you leave,Ó
Lady Winston told Mark.
ÒAnother?Ó Mark said, dumbfounded.
ÒYes. And another after him,Ó Lady Winston smiled.
ÒThree men in one night?!Ó Mark asked. That would be nine
penetrations, in a single night, if his tryst with her was any guide. He
gazed at her lovely form stretched out on the bed. Somehow, despite the
dishevelment his performance had left on her nightgown and in her hair,
she looked even now like a goddess.
ÒYes. Do you think I should charge them?Ó Lady Winston smiled. She
gave her cigarette a slow drag.
ÒAre you?Ó Mark asked, after a moment, wondering if such a question
should be put to an English lady. Her father was a duke, her mother a
duchess. She had chosen Utah for her summer home, claiming the air was
less polluted than EnglandÕs in the summer. She was taking summer
classes at Utah University. They were in Physical Education.
ÒOf course IÕm not charging, dear,Ó Lady Winston told Mark. She
made her voice deep, to sound like a woman of 40. ÒBut perhaps I would
like to. If it would make it more filthy. IÕve always dreamed of being a
whore, but daddy wonÕt let me.Ó
ÒI suppose not. He eats regularly with the Queen,Ó Mark said.
ÒOh, pooh on all that royalty stuff,Ó Lady Winston said, taking
another drag on her cigarette.
ÒItÕs given you two houses at 22,Ó Mark told her.
ÒHmmm. I suppose I couldÕve earned them if I were a whore,Ó Lady
Winston mused. ÒDonÕt you think so, Markie?Ó
ÒI... uh... think you could have,Ó Mark answered, aware of how limp his
dick felt.
ÒYes, you see, if only I were allowed to EARN money, like you
Americans are, then I think I should perhaps give up smoking too,Ó Lady
Winston said. ÒGood work begets good habits. IsnÕt that a saying here in
America?Ó
ÒAll I remember is Ôgood habits beget good actions,Õ from a
translation of Aristotle,Ó Mark told her.
ÒAristotle?Ó Lady Winston said. ÒHe had a beard, didnÕt he? I should
have liked to fuck him. I love feeling a beard against my skin. It reminds
me of a biker I once knew, at 14.Ó
ÒIÕm sure your daddy loved that,Ó Mark said.
ÒIt was so amazing. I was sitting in private school, you know,
sitting there learning some DREADFUL subject, probably philosophy or
something, and I heard a loud roar. We all did. When we looked out the
window, there was this American biker. He was sitting right in the
parking lot of our school!Ó
ÒWhat did he want at a girlsÕ private school?Ó Mark asked.
Lady Winston laughed. She tried to make it deep and hearty but
instead it exploded from her mouth in a girlish titter. ÒHe wanted to know
what the English age of consent was!Ó Lady Winston said. Her bosoms
rolled on her chest, under her half opened nightgown, as she continued
laughing.
ÒThe age of consent?Ó Mark said.
ÒYes!Ó Lady Winston chuckled, finally getting control of her laughter.
ÒHe said he didnÕt want to bother the Bobbies about the question. So he
figured the next best thing would be to just go to a school, and ask the
principal.Ó
ÒSo did they tell him?Ó Mark asked.
ÒYes, with a few expletives thrown in,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒOn the
way home I saw him along the road, a little way from my school, and I had
Earnest stop the limo so I could hand Dennis a note with my number on it.
That was the bikerÕs name, Dennis.Ó
ÒOh, so you two got it on, then?Ó Mark asked.
ÒDid we ever!Ó Lady Winston said. ÒHeÕs the one who taught me
about the joys of the bottom. Previously I had thought one only had a
bottom to sit.Ó
ÒThat is some woman,Ó Mark said to Amanda, watching as the woman
tugged on each of KelliÕs stockings. They were long and white. They
stretched all the way up her legs, almost to the tops of her thighs. The
fabric was sheer. The flesh of her legs showed beneath it. The tops of
each of her stockings were adorned with lace and small pink rosettes. She
wore mittens on her hands that were made of nylon that matched her sheer
stockings. Each mitten was cuffed at the wrist with a lacy band. It had
rosettes on it that matched her stocking tops. In her hand, dangling from
her fingers, was a pair of panties. Since she did not have them on, her
pubic bush, between her legs, showed in all its young glory. Tight, springy
curls, newly grown, clustered above her dell. The lips of her pussy nestled
between her legs, and they were very lightly fringed by the same blonde
wisps that composed her Venus mons.
The hair on KelliÕs head, in contrast to her fleecy mons, was full and
luxurious. Her aunt had obviously supervised, or perhaps washed the girlÕs
hair herself, using a shampoo that left KelliÕs hair remarkably rich and
glossy and full of body. She was only 13 but she looked like sheÕd spent
the day at the beauty parlor, not playing games with a dog in a swimming
pool. Mark admired AmandaÕs handiwork. The woman had worked in a
beauty parlor for several years, before her father died and left her the
family home and a large pile of money. Now Amanda spent her days
working only on herself. And, this evening, on her niece, who was
surprisingly docile, not wiggling around as she usually was, impatient and
peremptory.
Beneath KelliÕs exquisitely but lightly made up face, which, frankly,
needed no makeup, given her flawless young features, Kelli wore a choker.
It banded her neck and was inlaid with rosettes. Its design matched her
stocking tops and the lacy wrists of her mittens. As Mark took in the
loveliness of KelliÕs outfit, so precise and perfect in every detail, he
imagined her as she would be later in the evening. She would be on her
knees. Or perhaps she would be forcibly bent over a table. She would
probably still have some or even all of her lingerie on. But now her bare
bottom would be presented for fucking. Mark saw himself standing behind
her, all business-like, greasing his penis as she gasped at the sight of him
from behind the refuge of her tumbling, loosened hair. She would be
peeking back at him over her shoulder, or even craning her neck, her eyes
wide with fear. And the reason would be this: there could be no doubt of
the result of such a fucking. Her bottom had never before experienced a
male penis. Mark was large, and though turds could sometimes be large,
coming out of oneÕs bottom hole, they were soft and rather like thickened
mud in their consistency, while a manÕs penis was hard, rigid muscle.
MarkÕs fucking of KelliÕs bottom would undoubtedly stretch her anus. It
would be permanently altered, permanently made bigger. She would be
virgin no more and never again would she be quite as perfectly, gloriously
tight. Yes, the damage would be infinitesimal, if Mark were careful, and
took her slowly and thoughtfully. But it would be there. It would be
present as a slight loosening, a slight diminution in the fearful ability of
the girl to contract herself.
Kelli, seeing Mark lost in a reverie, and perhaps assuming he was
only admiring her, not thinking of the evening ahead, smiled a wide,
bashful smile at him. She bent her knees. Her movement disrupted her
aunt, who was tugging again at her stockings. Kelli picked up a purse off
of a hassock, where pincushions and spools of thread lay. It was a tiny
purse and she held it up before MarkÕs eyes.
ÒLook! Auntie bought me a new Hello Kitty purse for the party!Ó Kelli
told Mark. Mark gazed at the purse. It was white, with lacy kitten eyes
sewn delicately into the side of it. The pattern was subtle. It took Mark a
moment to see it. ÔHow childish,Õ he thought. But he did not say it.
Instead he said,
ÒYes. YouÕll look like a fine young lady with that.Ó
ÒItÕs for my lipsticks,Ó Kelli said. ÒIn case I need to repair my
lipstick from doing too much kissing.Ó Her grin widened.
ÒThatÕs important,Ó Mark agreed. ÒDid you pack a douche too?Ó
ÒMark!Ó Amanda scolded.
ÒA what?Ó Kelli asked.
ÒKelli donÕt wiggle. IÕm trying to finish you,Ó Amanda said. She
reached up and straightened the girlÕs bra. It had no rosettes, but rather
was made of sheer silk, like the silk that sheathed her legs. It cupped
KelliÕs breasts but offered them no support. The slightest movement of
her body caused her melon-sized tits to quiver within the gently cupping
fabric. The bra was a decoration, nothing more. KelliÕs quarter-sized
nipples could be seen within the silk, and as Amanda touched the girlÕs
bra, and Mark watched, KelliÕs nipples sprouted their tips. They poked into
the fabric in a seeming desire to tear it.
However KelliÕs bra possessed one final charm, in addition to its
transparency. Each cup was trimmed with a bow. The bows were placed
at the apex of each of her cups, that is, near the point where her bra
connected with the shoulder strap that arched upward over her shoulder.
Mark realized that these bows could be untied. If they were untied, each
of the cups, insubstantial already, would drop down, like a flap, leaving
KelliÕs boobs utterly naked. She would still have the bra on, but it would
now be useless. It would truly be a decoration then, inhibiting in no way
the sight of her nipples, and the generous cones of her tit flesh. Anyone
would be able to fondle her skin directly, while her lacy bra straps
remained chastely in place.
So that is how she would be taken, Mark guessed, with her bra
undone, her boobs hanging down pertly, her eyes fearful but her bottom
bulbously presented for attack. He would grease himself and take her. He
would pump her rectum until the joy of her tightness overcame him and he
released his seed into her bowels. And then other men would take her, and
there would be perhaps appreciation for her perfection, but there would be
no love. She would be a bottom, young and delicious, capable, in her bent-
over position, of slaking their heated lust. But as they bayonetted her
with their cocks, bringing piteous moans from her, and perhaps consoling
her with a few soft words, they would not really care what happened to
her. She would be something to fuck, nothing more. The sheer realization
of this sent thrills up MarkÕs spine. Yes! Kelli, so sweet and innocent,
would be a true sex slave. And it would be only the beginning of her
training, for he had much more in mind for her. This night alone she would
also be forced to taste the whip, and to see, afterward, in this same
mirror she now stood in front of, the marks it left, contemplating them by
herself after those who had flogged her were long gone.
And what was the female perspective on this, Mark wondered. Were
females in some sense as eager and randy as the males? Did they crave
being used in this way, provided there was an element of voluntariness to
it? After all, the men were really at the party only for one purpose: to be
cocks. All the soft words, all the tender entreaties, all the quick-spoken
commands at the moment of denouement, were merely like garnish; the
only thing that really mattered was the manÕs cock. Indeed not just any
newlywed male, or young boyfriend, could attend these parties. He had to
first pass a test, privately given, by one of the hostesses. He was forced
to undress prior to his first attendance and he was examined by her.
Sometimes his wife or girlfriend was present but sometimes she was not.
The hostess would measure the manÕs prick and weigh his balls on her
palm. She would then assist him in ejaculating into a cup. He would
spurt, she would send his sperm to a lab for testing. Only if his
measurements and his sperm proved satisfactory did he gain admittance
to the parties. Mark had been tested by Violet DeVane, a woman of 30 who
had been quite clinical in her inspection. He had been an object,
specifically a cock, nothing more. His balls and his cock was all that had
interested her.
ÒI do not need for you to speak,Ó Violet had informed Mark, when heÕd
tried to engage in small talk. ÒDrop your pants. Show me what you have
and I will tell you whether its acceptable for admittance.Ó Mark had felt
humiliated, but heÕd been too eager for approval to protest. HeÕd unzipped
and unbuckled himself and showed her what he possessed. She betrayed a
slight smile but otherwise said nothing, even though most women usually
complimented him on his size. She had handled him rather like one
inspects a sausage at the grocery. Then, coating her fingers with a
sprinkling of oil, she had worked him hard and indifferently, or so it
seemed, until heÕd been forced to spill himself into a cup.
ÒThere. That is all I need from you,Ó Violet had said to Mark in a
crisp, no-nonsense voice. She had lifted the cup of his sperm toward an
overhead light, a soul-less florescent light, and examined it, as Mark,
suddenly limp, stared at her abjectly.
ÒShall I-- shall I pull my pants back up?Ó Mark had asked, feeling
like a schoolboy having his first pee in kindergarten.
ÒYou shall do whatever you wish,Ó Violet had said. ÒYou may walk
down the street with your pants around your ankles if you wish, just be
careful where you poke yourself from now on. The essence of our parties
is freedom, and lack of inhibition. Condoms are only used as toys, not as
necessities. Good day, sir. Perhaps you will be the first nudist Berkeley
has had since the Naked Man was arrested?Ó
ÒNo... I donÕt think so,Ó Mark had replied. HeÕd bent and picked up his
pants from around his ankles. Violet had turned away, had taken his cupful
of sperm into a another room. SheÕd shut the door behind her. Mark was
left standing in an anteroom near the front door, the sounds of traffic on
the street outside audible through the front wall of the house. Silently, he
had left then, letting himself out the front door, still buckling his belt
buckle as he stood on the front porch of VioletÕs brownstone, gazing at the
passing cars.
As for the women, there was a similar ritual, administered by a man
who fancied himself a doctor, and insisted on being called one, even
though, as Amanda had confided to Mark, he really wasnÕt. The man had
since passed away. Since his death no new doctor had been chosen. So the
rules were temporarily, at least, relaxed for the ladies. Kelli would be
attending with only a promise from Amanda, given over the phone, that she
was suitable.
However when Amanda had joined the doctor had still been alive.
Amanda had described her inspection to Mark:
ÒI thought we would sit and talk for awhile. But as soon as I
arrived, flustered by the difficulty IÕd had in finding his house, for there
had been an accident and the police were re-routing all the traffic, he told
me to undress. He was quite blunt about it. ÔStrip,Õ heÕd said, not even
looking up from his pipe, which he was loading with tobacco. He did not
even say please. I felt a surge of fright. I turned and decided to leave. I
dashed to the front door and put my hand on the handle and turned it.
Nothing happened. He came strolling out from the living room after me and
gave a quick laugh. ÔThe door locks automatically when one enters,Õ he
said. ÔOnly I have the key.Õ He drew it from a side pocket in his coat and
dangled it like old-fashioned train conductors dangle their pocket watches
in the movies. ÔI am a doctor,Õ he said to me. ÔI have no interest in seeing
you harmed. E. Pluribus Unum, as they say. Help if possible, but never
harm. If you wish to attend the Bottom Parties I will conduct a quick
inspection of your body. Then you will be free to leave.Õ I stood
speechless, still gripping the door handle. Then I remembered my
boyfriend, and the woman who had spoken to me about the parties, had
warned me that the man was a rather queer fellow, but quite harmless. It
gave me courage, remembering that. I resolved to stay. But I did not go
back into the living room. Instead I stripped off my clothes, right there in
the hallway, by the front door. I laid them on a small table and he told me
to quit fussing over them and turn round and bend over. He made me grab
my ankles. It was so humiliating! My hair was hanging down onto the door
mat, my face was only inches from it. The old man ordered me to spread
my legs. Not just a little bit, but as wide as I could. As a result, still
hanging onto my ankles, nearly kissing the door mat, I found myself
showing my sex to him, quite openly and involuntarily, of course, as well
as the full groove of my ass crack and even my anus. He cupped my sex
with his ancient fingers, squeezing my teenage quim as if it were a fruit
at the market. Then he pried me apart and, taking a small pen lamp from
his coat pocket, he shone it right up into me.
ÒÔYou have known a cock, then?Õ he asked me, searching for my
hymen.
ÒÔYes!Õ IÕd replied, blushing more deeply, I think, than I ever have
before or since. He was so old! He had liver spots on his skin and a
bristly, drooping mustache, and as he gazed up inside me I could feel his
breath caressing the curve of my bottom and my thighs.
ÒÔYes, you seem to have lost your maidenhood,Õ he mused, searching
within my sex with his pen lamp. ÔVery well,Õ he said abruptly, and let go
of my sex only to pry at my ass with his fingers. He spread my anus and
once more shone the penlight into me. ÔAnd as for your asshole,Õ he said.
ÔIt is virgin?Õ
ÒÔUh huh,Õ IÕd replied, hugely embarrassed.
ÒÔAnd why is that?Õ he asked. I said nothing. After a moment he
asked the question again, clawing at my bottom with greater vigor, making
me wince.
ÒÔI-- I cannot--Õ I said through gritting teeth.
ÒÔYou cannot bear to have your boyfriend thrust himself into you
there, is that it?Õ he asked. ÔDo you fear it will be painful?Õ
ÒÔYessss,Õ I admitted.
ÒÔAm I hurting you now, by pulling your asscheeks apart like this, so
I can look into you?Õ he asked me.
ÒÔYessss,Õ I said.
ÒÔIt cannot be helped,Õ he said, but he thankfully eased off a little on
the pressure his fingers were exerting. For an old man he had surprisingly
strong hands. ÔYou have a perfectly normal-looking, healthy anus but it is
obviously quite tight. There may be some tearing of the rectal tissue
when you are first taken. There might be some blood. However this
temporary injury to your mucosa will heal. Bathe the rectum with warm
water to aid the healing process, if you wish. I shall give you an enema
bag and a rectal tube before you leave. Keep them and use them after your
first Bottom Party.
He paused. He squeezed my bottom cheeks as he held them. Then,
speaking again of the party, and of what would happen to me there, he
said, ÒDo not be afraid of the tearing. It is similar to when you lost your
hymen. There was blood then also. If you are young and tight and untried
it is not uncommon for you to have to be torn open. Accept the beauty of
your fate, that you are becoming a woman, leaving your girlhood behind.
Boldly present yourself when you are asked. Prior to that, of course, you
may spend your time teasing the men, for at a Bottom Party there is quite
a sense of ceremony. It is not merely an orgy but a celebration of the
bottom.Õ
ÒHe yanked me harder apart then, producing a shriek from me, and
then, after gazing into me even more intrusively, he let go of me. He
turned and left, and I found myself standing all alone with my hands on my
ankles, my butt feeling like it had just been wrenched into two separate
halves. A few minutes later the doctor returned. I was still in position. I
was feeling woefully scared and silently cursing my boyfriend for getting
me into this. Truly, if my boyfriend hadnÕt been so handsome, I would
never have gone through with it.
ÒThe old man laughed. He was smoking his pipe. ÔI am afraid I am no
longer able to accept the gift you are offering,Õ he said. ÔI became
impotent some years ago.Õ
ÒI was mortified. I had been so preoccupied with my fright, with the
unusualness of the experience, that I had not understood that the
examination was over. Here he had left me standing for perhaps five
minutes in his hallway, bent over and showing my sex, my hair all over his
doormat, and in fact the examination was done! It had ended five minutes
before! I asked him in a mouse-like voice if it was alright if I stood and
he said, ÔYes, you better, IÕm expecting my wife home any minute. Sorry I
didnÕt tell you to get up and get dressed.Õ
ÒSo I did, now. Hastily I got into my clothes. Just as I did,
straightening my skirt, picking up my purse, his wife unlocked the front
door! I hurried out past her, nodding briefly to her. I looked, I suppose,
totally disoriented. My bottom was sore under my skirt.
ÒÔHoney, who was that?Õ I heard his wife ask as I left. I never heard
the doctorÕs reply. He was down the hall, inside their house, but I suppose
he told her I was a patient. Of course he was not a doctor, so that doesnÕt
make sense. Really, I donÕt know what he told her. Perhaps he told her I
was a street walker who had knocked on their door, looking for a client.Ó
Amanda had blushed, saying that, and Mark had emitted a soft chuckle.
Amanda was very beautiful. If she had been a whore, she would have been
a very high-priced one. However Mark was able to sleep with her for free.
But he liked her niece better!
Despite being clad in her underwear, Kelli was wearing shoes. They
were ankle-high booties, brand new, made of white kid leather. Each boot
had a gold buckle on it, set slightly off to one side. The shoes had a high
gloss of fresh polish on them, factory-fresh polish, and the buckles
gleamed.
ÒYou will have to step out of your boots for a moment, dear, to put
on your panties,Ó Amanda told Kelli. The girl nodded.
ÒShouldnÕt I take off my stockings too?Ó Kelli asked. ÒOtherwise my
garters will be trapped under my panties.Ó The girl plucked at her right
front garter. It stretched down from the garter belt circling her waist to
the top of her right stocking. The garter quivered; it was stretched taut.
It snapped against her skin when Kelli let go of it. ÒOoch,Ó Kelli said
softly.
ÒYes, your garters will be trapped under your panties, but it is no
matter,Ó Amanda told Kelli. ÒYou will only wear your panties until you
arrive. Then you will remove them and be free down here for the rest of
the night. Will it not be nice, to be so elegant, and yet to not have
anything covering your sex, but to be able to enjoy the cool of the air up
inbetween your legs? And upon your bottom? And in front of such
grandly-dressed men as will be there? Really, it will be quite a treat!Ó
ÒOh but auntie they intend to fuck me,Ó Kelli told her aunt, a look of
seriousness in her eyes.
ÒYes, dear, of course they do,Ó Amanda said. ÒOne cannot tease men,
especially men who are handsome and strong, without expecting to pay
some penalty. But the price is worth it, donÕt you think? I love to tease.Ó
ÒTeasing is fun,Ó Kelli admitted. She looked at Mark. ÒHe should not
be watching me dress,Ó she said.
ÒShoo, Mark!Ó Amanda told the man. ÒYou will see enough quite
soon.Ó
ÒSorry,Ó Mark said.
They left the house in a cold, blowing rain. Amanda and Mark walked
to the car with Kelli huddled between them. The girl had been given a new
fur coat, with a hood, for her journey to Lady WinstonÕs. The fur was
white. She looked like an eskimo, wrapped up snugly in her fur, but
underneath Kelli was dressed like a whore. Amanda held an umbrella over
herself and Kelli, protecting the girl from the rain. Mark too had an
umbrella, and between the two of them little Kelli might have been
walking through sunshine. Very little of the rain, despite its fierceness
and its lateral slant, managed to get through to her.
Once in the car, to keep her occupied, Amanda gave Kelli a lollipop to
suck. It was rather unnerving to Mark to listen to the girl licking her
lollipop, but it did have the marvellous effect of keeping the girl from
asking unsettling questions. She would learn everything soon enough;
Amanda wished to keep her in relative innocence for a few minutes longer.
They arrived at Lady WinstonÕs home. The rain insistently drummed
on their car as they drove up the long drive to the house. The drops
seemed eager to burst through the metal skin of their car and find Kelli.
Mark noticed the trees that lined the drive were swaying with the wind.
Amanda, staring through the rain-spattered windshield, said, ÒWow.
The stormÕs worsening. I hope everyone can make it.Ó
ÒMe too,Ó Mark answered. As he answered he thought of all the other
couples who were coming, specifically the men. Each one would want to
have a jab at KelliÕs bottom. She could do with less guests rather than
more, he mused. But like Amanda, he hoped they all arrived, for he wished
to have as many cunts at his disposal as possible. Or, rather, bottoms, for
it was actually the female derriere that would be celebrated at this party.
They waited in their car for the rain to lessen. Kelli finished her
lollipop. She asked her aunt for another.
ÒNo, dear. YouÕll rot your teeth if you eat too many,Ó Amanda told
Kelli.
ÒBut I like them,Ó Kelli said.
Mark listened to the rain and considered KelliÕs answer. She knew
lollipops, with all their sugar, were bad for her. Yet she craved them
anyway. And he knew her young, tight bottom would perhaps not be best
served by anal fucking. Yet he yearned to take her anyway, and to see her
put to others. He fancied it made her a woman, but would it? She would
still like lollipops afterward. He had no doubt of that.
Perhaps as a gift from God, or a lure from Satan, the rain abated.
They got out. Carefully they put Kelli between them again and led her up
to the front door of the home. They mounted the steps and let Kelli ring
the bell.
The door opened. A gracious woman received them. It was not Lady
Winston but rather a maid, middle-aged, dressed in English maidÕs garb
and obviously a servant, not a partier, for she was plump. She beckoned
them in and offered to take their coats.
ÒIs Lady Winston about?Ó Amanda asked.
ÒYes, maÕam, but she told me to have you all in and to hang up your
coats for you,Ó the maid answered. She spoke English but she was
Spanish, perhaps Mexican. Her voice, strangely, had an English lilt to it, as
if she had learned it not from an American, but an Englishman.
ÒOh. Very well,Ó Amanda said. She let the maid take her own coat
first. The woman gave a small gasp as she pulled AmandaÕs coat off her
back and found her dressed in black lingerie. Other than her rain-
spattered black boots, which stretched to her knees, Amanda wore no
clothes at all, just underwear. The maid stared at Amanda briefly. Then
she remembered herself and, with AmandaÕs coat in her hands, she
proceeded to a hallway closet, opened it, and hung the coat up.
When the maid took MarkÕs coat she was obviously hoping to find him
similarly undressed. But she was disappointed. In addition to his shoes he
wore the regular attire one might expect to find at an evening party: a
coat, tie, belted slacks and striped shirt. The maid sighed. She hung up
MarkÕs coat, then took KelliÕs. Once more she was surprised, for Kelli was
only 13 and the maid seemed, after seeing Mark fully dressed, not to have
expected Kelli to be in lingerie. The girl still had lollipop stains on her
cheeks.
ÒOh. Your face, darling,Ó Amanda said, seeing the lollipop stickiness
for the first time on KelliÕs face, now that they were in the well-lit
hallway. Amanda took a moistette out of her purse. She tore it open. She
patted KelliÕs face until all the stickiness was gone. Then she told Kelli
to open her purse. She reached in, took a lipstick, uncapped it and repaired
KelliÕs lipstick for her. ÒThere,Ó Amanda said, as the maid hung up KelliÕs
coat.
ÒI havenÕt kissed anyone yet and already my lipstick needs to be
fixed,Ó Kelli sighed.
ÒYou will kiss soon enough,Ó Amanda assured her niece.
ÒAh! There you are!Ó Lady Winston, dressed in a shimmering gown,
announced. Mark turned to see the 22-year-old coming down the hall. She
had jet black hair. Her father was English but her mother was from Italy.
Her eyes sparkled darkly, like her gown. She wore stiletto heels and they
clicked in a business-like manner on the old stone floor of the hall.
ÒPlease, come in!Ó Lady Winston said.
ÒWe are already in,Ó Kelli told the woman.
ÒAnd undressed too,Ó Mark wanted to say, but he kept silent.
ÒWhy so you are,Ó Lady Winston replied, her eyes shimmering, as if
to congratulate the girl on the intelligence of her observation. ÒAnd how
pretty you look! You must be Kelli. My, such wonderful tits! May I untie
one of your bra cups and and give you a suck?Ó
Before the girl could answer, Lady Winston was upon her. In full
view of her maid, Lady Winston undid the bow of KelliÕs right bra cup. The
girlÕs breast spilled haplessly out. The tip quivered, extended. Kelli was
clearly excited by the attention though, no doubt, her response was the
involuntary one of flesh receiving attention. Lady Winston stared
admiringly at KelliÕs bosom for a moment and then brought forth her
tongue and lightly tickled KelliÕs nipple with it. The girl screamed, but
did not move. The next moment Lady Winston, not missing a beat, despite
KelliÕs cry, consumed the girlÕs ample tit in a sucking, open-mouthed kiss.
ÒOwHOOOOO!Ó Kelli shouted. Lady Winston got half the girlÕs breast
in her mouth, stretching her lips wide apart to do it. She sucked on Kelli
as if she were tasked with milking a cow. The girl shivered and her knees
shook and Mark got the distinct impression of a first-grader about to pee
in her panties. Still Lady Winston sucked, savoring the girlÕs tit flesh, not
even knowing her, yet consuming her breast as if she were something
purchased at Kentucky Fried Chicken. It was how the entire party would
be, Mark reflected, bodies on display, bodies used, bodies bid goodbye when
it was over, a meat market of lust. There would be no love. No hate
either, but no love. They were here to lose their inhibitions and use each
other and they would not care particularly what happened to each other
afterward. Perhaps they would meet again at a future party, perhaps not.
Even Mark, loving Kelli as his newfound sex slave, would one day bid her
goodbye, returning her to her parents. And though Amanda was his
girlfriend at the moment, he really loved Kelli more. Perhaps when Kelli
was sent back to her parents Mark and Amanda would break up, and go
their separate ways, each of them bored with the other and seeking new
partners in pleasure.
ÒMmmmm!Ó Lady Winston said, finally releasing the girlÕs breast
from her mouth. ÒYou have tasty tits,Ó Lady Winston smiled at Kelli.
ÒOh I do not like having myself sucked like that!Ó Kelli confessed,
her voice shrill.
ÒWhat?Ó Lady Winston laughed. Amanda laughed. Mark nearly
laughed but managed to suppress it. ÒYou will suck and be sucked here,
darling,Ó Lady Winston told the girl. ÒBut first we must have off your
panties.Ó The woman, already having knelt to kiss KelliÕs tit, now reached
for her underpants.
ÒOh, no!Ó Kelli said.
ÒOh yes, IÕm afraid so, darling,Ó Lady Winston informed the girl. ÒDo
not wiggle your hips. Do they untie? Oh, I see the little bows on the sides
of them are only decorative. How pretty they look! But off your panties
must come, all the same. Down they go!Ó The woman whisked the panties
down KelliÕs struggling legs. As Kelli wiggled her knees, she bent and
watched Lady Winston pull her panties down over her thighs and then down
her calves, to her booties. Carefully Lady Winston pulled at the leg holes
of KelliÕs panties and managed to get them to slip over the top edges of
the booties. She drew them down to the gold buckles on the KelliÕs shoes
and then yanked the leg holes wider. ÒStep out,Ó Lady Winston told Kelli.
Despite the misgiving which showed in the girlÕs face, she obeyed. The
panties were removed. Lady Winston lifted them high, like a trophy. She
smiled at them. She displayed them for everyone to see, even the maid,
who stood open-mouthed just a little beyond her mistress. Then Lady
Winston walked over to a series of stone pegs set into the wall of the
hallway.
ÒHere we have a kind of peg board,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒMy uncle
had old pictures hanging here but I have a much more basic use for such
pegs.Ó She slung KelliÕs panties over the nearest peg. How strange it was
to see KelliÕs underpants hanging up against the stone wall, all by
themselves, looking small and delicate in this barren hallway! For indeed,
without the pictures, the hall did seem quite vacant and drafty. It was
just a long stone corridor, with a door to one side, where their coats were
hung in a closet. ÒThere,Ó Lady Winston told Kelli. ÒYours are the first,
but if the storm doesnÕt get too awful, there will be at least a dozen
others by nine. How pretty they will all look, some of them moist already
with feminine excitement, hanging there in my hallway! And of course,
given how rough our parties sometimes get, they will be the only articles
of clothing you are sure to be able to retrieve at the end of the night.Ó She
laughed. ÒSo you see, taking off your panties wasnÕt just an act done for
show, to make a display of your pretty bottom. It was a necessity!Ó She
laughed again and told the girl to turn around. Kelli did, hesitantly, still
holding her Hello Kitty purse, repelled and yet excited by the womanÕs
decadence. ÒOh, yes! It is as wonderful as IÕd hoped!Ó Lady Winston
remarked, looking at KelliÕs bottom. ÒSo perfectly chubby and round.
Small like a childÕs, yet with a definite promise to it. Ah, how the men
will love to get at that! How tight you will be! Come, darling, I must chat
with you a little first. I do not wish you to go to the slaughter utterly
uninformed.Ó Lady Winston was about to take KelliÕs hand in her own
when, suddenly, she remembered her aunt. ÒAh, wait! I must relieve
Amanda here of her panties also,Ó Lady Winston said, smiling at KelliÕs
aunt. Amanda smiled back, apparently enjoying the implicit
objectification of herself in the reference to her in the third person. Lady
Winston walked over to Amanda and knelt down, just as she had for Kelli.
However she did not attempt to suck AmandaÕs breast, for Amanda was
taller than her niece. Instead she got to work right away on AmandaÕs
panties, tugging at the ties, finding them decorative, and then pulling the
panties down. When the panties were ringing AmandaÕs thighs Lady
Winston stopped for a moment and admired the womanÕs pussy.
ÒHow sweet your muff looks! May I have a lick?Ó Lady Winston asked
Amanda. The young woman appeared to nod when Lady Winston said, ÒOf
course I may! ItÕs my party, and my house! Spread your legs a little,
darling.Ó But before Amanda could even budge the woman had greedily
inserted her tongue into AmandaÕs snatch.
ÒOoooo!Ó Amanda, not one to be taken easily by surprise, howled.
ÒMmmmm! How sweet--Ó Lady Winston declared. She poked her
tongue deeper and Amanda was forced to part her legs to accommodate
her. The woman licked in Amanda for a full minute, and twice more
Amanda was urged to spread her legs even wider, until the panties ringing
her thighs were stretched so taut that Mark feared they would rip.
ÒAh, enough!Ó Lady Winston said at last, pulling her tongue out of her
guest. Hastily she tore down AmandaÕs panties. Roughly she pulled the leg
holes over the tops of AmandaÕs boots. She sleeked them down the
polished black leather. Then she had Amanda step out of her panties. Lady
Winston rose from the floor and displayed her frilly prize. ÒYes! Here
they are!Ó Lady Winston declared. ÒAmandaÕs panties. KelliÕs auntÕs
panties. They are larger than KelliÕs and they will hang here on this next
peg. You are a slut, do you know that, Amanda? How wet you became when
I gave you my tongue!Ó With that less than flattering monologue, Lady
Winston walked over to the row of pegs. She hung up AmandaÕs on the
second one. The panties hung limply; Mark guessed if he sniffed them he
would smell Amanda upon them.
ÒNow we must have a little talk,Ó Lady Winston smiled at Kelli.
ÒCome, dear.Ó She took the girlÕs hand and led her down the hall. Past her
panties, past the panties of her aunt, past the other pegs that waited, in
silence, to receive the panties from the other female guests. Amanda
smiled meekly at Mark and took his hand.
ÒCome,Ó she said.
Amanda put Mark in a separate room, where he could overhear Lady
WinstonÕs conversation with Kelli. The room where Amanda placed Mark
was warmed by a fireplace, above which a mirror reflected MarkÕs image
back to him. Next to the hearth, flanking it on either side, was a row of
recessed shelves. China ware was displayed in an upright position upon
the shelves and, curiously, between the plates, were displayed various
sorts of knives. Mark looked at the knives and gulped.
ÒWe are at the party now, dear, and nothing must be kept hidden,Ó
Amanda informed Mark. ÒHere, let me unzip you, and pleasure you as you
listen. It should prove to be quite exciting!Ó
ÒWait!Ó Mark protested. But before he could stop her, Amanda was
kneeling, and undoing the fly of his pants. A moment later he popped out,
revealing his stiffness in all its glory. He felt relieved to have his
erection free of his pants and yet at the same time he couldnÕt imagine
what he would say if a new guest arrived, or perhaps two or three, and
they found him like this, his dick out and visibly excited. Amanda put her
lips to Mark and kissed him, right on the tip of his pee hole, at the crown
of his cock. Then, as Mark listened to Amanda beginning to suck him, he
heard Lady WinstonÕs voice emerge from an intercom.
ÒKelli,Ó Lady Winston said, in a voice Mark immediately noticed to be
polite, but possessed of a false modesty. ÒThere is to be much merriment
this evening. However here at the Bottom Parties we do not confine
ourselves to conventional pleasures. The preferred route at Bottom
Parties is the nether one, namely, the one leading up through your bottom.Ó
ÒMy bottom?Ó Kelli asked, in beguiling innocence, as if no one at all
had even attempted to explain the partiesÕ purpose to her. Mark
remembered her eating her lollipop in the car and wondered again if such a
young girl, despite the size of her tits, should be at a party like this.
ÒYes, your bottom, darling,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒHere. Back here.Ó
ÒOoooh!Ó Kelli said.
ÒDoes my finger hurt?Ó Lady Winston asked.
ÒI-- I am not used to being poked there,Ó Kelli said.
ÒOf course you are not, dear. ThatÕs why you were invited. That is
the purpose of a Bottom Party, to help girls get over their inhibitions
regarding their bottom. And of course it is for connoisseurs too, those
who glory in the possibilities of the bottom. Previously had you thought
of your bottom as only something that things could come out of?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Kelli confessed.
ÒWell, so did I, at one time,Ó Lady Winston told the girl. ÒHowever
the bottom, as well as the cunt, are marvelous places for a man to put his
prick. Or his cock, or whatever you wish to call it.Ó
ÒHis ding-ding?Ó Kelli asked.
ÒYes. His ding-ding,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒAlthough given the size of
the men at our parties I do think ding-ding may be a rather inconsiderable
term for such a considerable member. Have you ever had a ding-ding up
your bottom, Kelli?Ó
ÒNooooo,Ó Kelli said. Then she emitted a small giggle. ÒMark did
promise me heÕd put himself up me there one day, though. But I think heÕs
way too big for that!Ó
ÒYes,Ó Lady Winston laughed. ÒThatÕs what I first thought too, when
I considered my loverÕs penis, and how small I felt back there. But the key
is to relax, Kelli. And for that we must make use of a whip. When you are
exhausted from having your bottom flogged, then it will be possible for
you to be penetrated. In your bottom. You have felt a penis in your cunt
already, havenÕt you? It is not good for a girl to experience the shock of a
penis in her bottom before having had the experience of being filled in her
cunt. Have you been fucked, darling? In your pretty little pussy?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Kelli said.
ÒVery well. Then you know a little about it,Ó Lady Winston said.
ÒThis will be the same, except it will go up your back hole. You will feel
stretched and, since your bottomhole was made smaller than your cunt,
you will feel very full. Sometimes when a cock is first forced up a
femaleÕs bottom there is a slight tearing of her rectal tissue. This can be
painful but hopefully you will already be in such pain from your whipping
that it will be but one more pain for you to endure, with your bottom. It is
all quite necessary if you are to be deflowered. If you are not hurt too
badly by your first then I will put others to you also. Hopefully every man
present will get a crack at your bottom. You will be progressively more
exhausted, of course, and more open to the attacks. By the time the last
one enters you there should be little problem in your taking him.
Psychologically, as well as physically, you will be broken. You will be like
a young filly who has been broken to the bit and the saddle. Still healthy,
still young and fit, but now able to receive a male penis in your bottom as
a regular part of lovemaking. Mark will be able to take you in your bed, at
home. Your resistance, both physically and mentally, will still be present,
but it will not be as great as perhaps it will be this evening.Ó
Lady WinstonÕs monologue paused. Mark regarded himself in the
mirror. Between the rows of gleaming knives, and painted plates, there he
was, standing with his clothes on, but with his cock free. AmandaÕs wet
mouth was sending shivers up his spine as she worked more and more of
his meat between her small, pretty lips. At the same time his head was
cocked, and his brows were raised, as he listened with keen interest to
LadyÕs WinstonÕs chat with Kelli.
ÒAlways, in my opinion, it is best if a girl attends a Bottom Party
for her first time. It gives her a last chance to display her innocence, and
enjoy it for just a bit longer. Then she is thoroughly fucked, taking all the
men, learning how to accept different sizes, feeling each one as he spurts
himself into her. After that, even though you will need much additional
practise, you can consider yourself no longer a neophyte, but an
experienced ÔbottomerÕ as I like to call us, willing and able to arch and
present yourself at the manÕs command, or by way of invitation.Ó
ÒWill-- will it hurt?Ó Kelli asked, surprising Mark by how naive she
still sounded. Down below, Amanda was hungrily trying to deep throat
him. Mark had to reach down and pull himself out of her, lest he expel all
his strength before the party had even started. Amanda looked up at him
with abject eyes. She wanted, he was denying.
ÒOf course it will hurt, darling! You are to be whipped!Ó Lady
Winston told the girl.
ÒBut I havenÕt been naughty!Ó Kelli protested.
ÒNone of us has been naughty, dear,Ó Lady Winston sighed, seeing
that the girl wished to remain resolutely naive, perhaps for show, perhaps
because she was preoccupied with her own excitement. ÒLook, dear. You
shall be going tonight on a grand adventure. With your bare bottom. You
will plunge yourself heedlessly into the fray. And the men, they will
plunge into the fray as men do, with their penises. But since it is the
destiny of the female to receive, and the male to give, we must
necessarily bear the greater share of the pain attending such events,
especially when it is our first time. You shall be filled tonight, dear. You
are empty now, but by morning you shall be very full. See how your
nipples stand up with your craving!Ó
ÒYessss!Ó Kelli answered, and Mark then heard sucking sounds, and
knew it must be Lady Winston suckling KelliÕs tits again, for his own penis
was free of AmandaÕs mouth, and being toyed with gently by the womanÕs
fingers.
ÒI say! Going to the bathroom?Ó a male voice asked.
Mark turned. To his horror a young male with a Liverpool accent
wandered into the room, a pantyless girl dressed in lingerie hanging off
his arm.
ÒI, uh, you must be here for the Bottom Party,Ó Mark said to the
stranger.
ÒYes. Say, thatÕs a fine trick. I should have my girl try it. Open up,
dear. IÕve got to pee!Ó the man with the Liverpool accent told the girl on
his arm.
ÒIÕm, uh, not actually trying to urinate,Ó Mark informed the man.
ÒOh,Ó the man said, unzipping. ÒJust having a quickie before dinner,
eh? Not a bad idea, that. My balls are about to fall off if I donÕt empty
them a bit.Ó
Mark watched as the girl knelt before the man. She pried into his
pants with her delicate fingers and a moment later he burst forth. He was
long, almost as long as Mark, though not quite as thick.
ÒHere we are, then, honey. Suck!Ó the man commanded his girlfriend.
She opened her mouth wide and received the head of him within her lips.
ÒHi. Is this where the Bottom Party will be?Ó a male voice asked.
Mark looked up and saw, to his horror, that yet another young man had
entered. He seemed to be dragging something behind him. A moment later
a female appeared, being led by the hand. She smiled.
ÒWeÕre, uh...Ó Mark began.
ÒHello, take out your penis and give your girl a quick spermful,Ó the
man with the Liverpool accent said. ÒWe mustnÕt be too randy for dinner.Ó
ÒWhat do you gentlemen think youÕre doing?!Ó Lady Winston cried.
Mark saw her come bustling around the corner, Kelli in tow.
ÒWeÕre pissing out our sperm, thatÕs what weÕre doing,Ó the
Liverpool man answered.
ÒYouÕll do no such thing! Your sperm is for your girlfriendÕs
BOTTOM!Ó Lady Winston cried.
ÒOh,Ó the Liverpool man said.
ÒAll you men! Zip yourselves up this instant!Ó Lady Winston said.
ÒWeÕre to have a formal dinner first, then a bit of dancing. THEN we shall
get round to such other things as we have planned.Ó She glanced from the
Liverpool man to Mark, then to the other man who was newly arrived. She
gazed too at their girlfriends, who seemed loath to have to stuff their
boyfriendÕs cocks back into their pants, and seemed rather at a loss as to
how such stiff, excited members were in fact to be gotten back under
cover. ÒWait,Ó Lady Winston said, not wishing to disappoint her guests. ÒI
am not above altering the format of a party when the guests wish it.
Alright, men, you will not eat dinner dressed, but neither will you enjoy
the relief you are seeking. You will eat in the nude, and I have special
chairs for just such an occasion too.Ó She smiled. There was a wicked
gleam in her eyes. ÒJust wait Ôtill you see the chairs. I was wanting to
use them somehow. Thank you, gentlemen. Thank you for being so rude
with your cocks.Ó
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