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Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
A Party for Perversion
Chapter Six
When Lori's bottom had been properly laced with bright red strokes,
the white-coated servant appeared again. Beth admitted him, and settled
down to another cup of tea. The servant left, and the door was locked once
more.
Lori was sobbing into a pillow, and had cried louder as the servant
poured the tea, but to no avail. Surely he had seen her poor bottom! Surely
he had seen the monstrous dildo Beth was wearing...a dildo Lori in her pain
was now convinced was much too large for her.
Soon Beth resumed whacking Lori, concentrating now on her upraised
thighs and counting how many runs she could put in Lori's expensive
stockings. Then it was on to Lori's back, Beth complimenting herself as
she made various patterns with the rod. Finally Beth settled down to a
game of solitaire tic-tac-toe, using the lines on Lori's bottom to make X's
and O's with a squeeze bottle of cream.
Next Beth selected a slim, flexible anal dildo, and proceeded to
anoint it with a bottle of oil. Then she gently introduced it into Lori's
rectum, giving the girl encouraging slaps with her palm to get her to
thrust out her bottom as far as possible, thereby spreading her cheeks
wider. At the same time Beth told Lori to relax.
Beth was true to her word, however, when it came to the gigantic
dildo. She fitted it in as far as she could, to much mewing and wriggling
of protest from Lori, and when she felt she had given Lori as much of the
length as she could take Beth began thrusting slowly in and out. At the
same time Beth flicked on the switch for the dildo that was up her own
pussy. Beth trembled with passion, her own vigor transmitted with the
help of the electricity to Lori's pussy. Beth shivered and thrust, Lori, still
crying, released herself in multiple orgasms.
Chapter Seven
Jane and Alison, meanwhile, had not partaken of the little cabins
scattered about the estate after all. They had each been introduced to one
of the tiny private sanctuaries, but had tactfully declined. Now, still
clothed, they found themselves back at the mansion. Some people were
still dancing, but the majority of the group had retreated off to various
places.
Upon mounting the stairs to the second floor, Alison heard sensuous
voices coming from a room. She was currently the object of interest of a
girl named Jill, who offered to satiate her curiosity by leading her down
the hall to the room's entrance.. Alison followed, not sure what Jill might
be trying to get her in to this time. As she had mounted the winding, open
staircase to the second floor, Alison had seen three men eyeing her naked
bottom beneath her skirt. She wondered how long it would be before they
would feel confident enough to follow her up. Wearing a skirt with no
underwear did expose one to certain disadvantages.
Jill opened the door from which the amorous moans were emanating
and there were mattresses, and nothing but mattresses, covering the
floor. No furniture, not even pillows, just plain, bare mattresses. In fact
they were less like mattresses and more like swimming pool floats. They
were very large, washable, and filled with water. Upon them were a
variety of nude people. One man in particular caught Alison's eye. He was
hung like a horse and was surrounded by a circle of kneeling girls with
open mouths into which he was emptying part of his bladder. The girls
nearest to Alison had already received the man's libation, spit it out into a
little bowl, and were busily brushing their teeth.
"Take off your heels," Jill said to Alison, tacitly assuming that
Alison would agree to enter into the play taking place on the mattress.
Jill kicked off her own heels and noticed that Alison was still staring at
the prancing man with the gorgeous cock and the equally gorgeous coterie
of kneeling disciples of his endowment. "They're just getting started.
Would you like to join them?"
Alison didn't know how to respond to Jill's question. She just
couldn't quite picture herself frolicking in the nude on those mattresses,
her whole body available to whomever might wish to use it.
"Those aren't your clothes anyway, are they, expensive as they are?"
Jill asked. Obviously she had been clued in by Miriam.
"No," Alison said quietly.
"Then why worry about taking them off?" Jill asked. "These ARE my
clothes, but I'm not afraid to shed them. Nobody will steal them anyway,
though someone might pick them up by accident. C'mon, let's have some
fun...before that great guy over there gives away all his juice."
Alison thought she heard the three men who had been eyeing her as
she came up enter the upstairs hallway. That settled it for her. She
wasn't sure she could get back downstairs past those men, but maybe if
she got on the far side of the 'female disciples,' as she called them, the
men would be smitten by some other girl before they reached her. Alison
quickly kicked off her heels and stripped off her skirt and jerkin, then
bounded onto the squishy mattress and made her way unsteadily across it.
"Hey!" Jill called out, surprised at Alison's sudden speed. Alison
ducked behind the coterie of females just as the men entered. One
immediately was taken with Jill, who had just undressed. He seized her
and kissed her maliciously.
"Hi, my name's Ted, like some?" a voice was saying to Jill. She
looked up and straight into the penis of the hunk who was donating his
urine. Alison smiled. She liked this guy a lot.
"I'm Alison," she replied, hoping to win his favor to protect herself
from the unscrupulous desires of the men who had been eyeing her. She
offered up her mouth to Ted's penis.
The urine streamed into Alison's mouth, and she found it difficult
not to swallow. When Ted had given Alison her due he moved back around
to the first girl, who was crying for more. Alison was offered an empty
bowl by the girl next to her.
"Hi, I'm Lisa," the sprightly girl announced, naked boobs bouncing
enthusiastically. Alison, her mouth full of urine, was momentarily unable
to respond. Alison spit the urine into the bowl, gave her name, and was
offered a cellophane wrapped toothbrush and an unsqueezed travel sized
tube of toothpaste. Alison accepted the gifts and set to brushing her
teeth. When she spit out into the bowl she was offered a fresh bottle of
Perrier which she used to rinse and then to slake her thirst. The urine had
been salty, and it had made her want a real drink.
Just then Ted reappeared, penis still and eyes on Alison's bra
encased breasts. Alison made to remove her bra, but Ted stopped her.
"No, I want to get between those bosoms, just as they are," Ted said.
He bent over and attempted to insert his engorged prick, but Alison's
breasts were held too tightly together by her bra. Lisa offered to unhook
Alison's bra and then re-hook it when Ted was inside. All agreed, and
Alison found herself accepting Ted's penis between her breasts. She was
still kneeling, with Lisa on her knees behind her. With a bit of effort Lisa
managed to get the bra re-hooked. Then Ted began pushing himself back
and forth between the squeezing cushions of Alison's breasts. Alison
herself took to kissing Ted's stomach and pubic curls, while a girl behind
Ted inserted her nailed finger up his rectum.
"She keeps her bra ON, and Ted goes for HER," one of Ted's lithe
disciples remarked to another as they watched the spectacle.
Despite his pleasure Ted didn't want to come just yet. After
numerous strokes he withdrew himself from between Alison's breasts and
told the blonde to lie down on her side. Alison obeyed, as Jill's screams
came to her ears and a pair of girls caught up by the men who had been
eyeing her shrieked. Alison was sure the men wouldn't hurt the girls too
much, but she didn't like the disrespect which they exuded toward women..
Perhaps another day Alison would go in for the rough trade.
Alison lay on her side as Lisa once again unhooked her bra and Ted
straddled her and fitted in his penis. Now the head of his penis would
stroke toward Alison's mouth, and she had no doubt that she was soon to
receive a second, swallowable libation. Ted grinned as he forced Alison
onto her back. Her bra had once again been secured by Lisa and now the
girl was kneeling beside her, stoking her hair. Suddenly a man appeared
between Alison's legs, a man Alison hadn't seen because Ted was in the
way. As Ted began to thrust himself back and forth between her breasts
the second man entered Alison's pussy. Lisa whispered words of
encouragement to Alison as she squinted at the demanding manner in
which the second man entered her.
"Hi, Joe!" Ted said, turning around. His penis was still between
Alison's breasts as he gave a fraternal handshake to the man entering
Alison's pussy. Alison moaned loudly. Ted turned back toward her face
and increased his efforts. In back where the clasp was the silk of the bra
began to give way. Ted placed both his palms on Alison's breasts and
rubbed them. He pulled the fabric of the bra down to expose her areolaes
and pulled at them where they poked up lewdly from beneath the taut silk.
"Do you think we can both come at once?" Joe called out.
"We can try!" Ted said.
"If you don't come when I do I'll just try ramming my finger up your
butt," Joe suggested.
Chapter Eight
"Ooooh, that hoirt sooo muchth," Lori blubbered into Beth's breasts.
She was kneeling on the mattress, unchained and ungagged, still in her
gloves and stockings but with a considerable number of runs where the
stockings covered the backs of her thighs.
"I know, dear, but soon you will feel a warm glow throughout your
body from the cane," Beth consoled her. In fact the stinging of the cane
was already transforming itself into a deep blush of feeling all over Lori's
bottom, back, and thighs. Lori nuzzled Beth's large breast and took the
woman's nipple into her mouth. Lori suckled it, making little mewing
sounds and still letting tears fall from her eyes. The tears both wet and
whetted Beth's breasts.
Jane, deeply flushed, her clothes disheveled, suddenly appeared in
the door.
"It's time for her to go," Jane said quietly to Beth.
"Nooo, I don't want to," Lori said petulantly when Jane tugged at her
upper arm. Lori felt an odd sense of warmth and security with Beth, albeit
a sense of security tinged with danger. More importantly, though, Lori
resisted simply in an attempt to gain a measure of control over her own
body. Such an attempt was, however, to prove fruitless.
A big, strapping young man whom Lori didn't even know brusquely
entered the tiny cabin and seized her. Without a word he lifted Lori up and
flung her over his shoulder. Lori kicked and screamed and tried to bite the
man's face, then his chest. She was just sinking her teeth into the flesh
of his left breast when Beth caught her head firmly in her hands and Jane
shoved the soft leather gag back into her mouth. When the gag had been
tied the man strode out of the cabin and up the lawn toward the mansion.
Lori, her bottom striped, flailed her slim legs. Her arms, hanging down the
front of the man's body below her face, were firmly gripped in one of his
large hands.
Jane giggled at the spectacle of Lori and then turned to Beth.
"Thank you," Jane said quietly. She touched her lips to Beth's as her
fingers grazed Beth's pubic thatch. Beth's hand reached out and touched
Jane's mound.
"Anything for a friend," Beth breathed. Their hands slipped to each
other's pussy lips and began rubbing. Jake appeared in the door, saw what
was taking place, and picked up Beth's cane. He struck Jane's bottom.
"I want that ass of yours back at the apartment," Jake said as Jane
turned to him with eyes wide. "Let's move it!" Jane bid her leave of Beth,
scooped up Lori's clothes and, taking Jake's hand, walked out the door with
him.
The convertible was still waiting in the drive, sans Roger.
Apparently Jane had set the older man up with a bevy of little girls on
condition that Roger loan her the car and the apartment for the rest of the
weekend. The husky man who had carried Lori up from the cabin plopped
her down naked in the car. Jane, having taken a shorter route to the
vehicle, came up right behind him with Jake.
"Thank you," Jane said to the man. She curled her fingers around the
man's erect rod even as she continued to hold hands with Jake.
"I'd be happy to do more," the man said.
"So would every other male in the country," Jane said. She leaned
forward and pecked the man on the cheek. Then she released the man's
prick and walked around to the driver's side of the car and got in. She
started the engine. Jake jumped in next to Mike and Peter, who were
relegated once again to the car's back seat.
Alison struggled to get Lori into her vest and button it as the car
pulled down the drive. Then she undid Lori's gag. Alison had just laid
Lori's leather miniskirt over her upper thighs when a truck passed their
car and a leering, unshaven man leaned out the passenger window of the
vehicle. It was lucky the girls had three well endowed, bare chested men
in back or they would never have made it back to the apartment.
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IN HONOR OF THE TURD
Sitting down, to take a poop
I reflect upon that glob of goop
That shittest out from mine hole
And giveth me relief of soul
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A tranquil island, soothing balm
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That, otherwise, I could not take
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From workdayÕs drudge, however brief.
AND IN THE END...
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from Reuters.
(C-SPAN stands for the Cable-Satellite Public Affairs Network. Ed.)
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