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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
LABORS OF LOVE
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Chapter Three
She had lost her cherry. After it was over and the bodies had
disentangled and happy last kisses had been exchanged, Chip found himself
standing behind Ginger. She shoved her bottom out at him and told him it
hurt. She asked him to ÒcheckÓ it for her. He felt angry that he had not
been the one to pop her. Yet now, like a daughter consulting a father, or a
little sister consulting a wise older brother, Ginger stuck her childÕs
bottom out at him and asked him to make sure it was okay.
Chip stood behind Ginger and put a hand on her shoulder. It was
small and frail, as a 12-year-old girlÕs shoulder should be. Her back was
slim and her hips were just beginning to swell, giving them a nice curve,
but one that was still a distinctly underage curve. The result was that her
bottom was still small and pert, with a bulging, almost uptilted roundness
to the cheeks that Chip found utterly mesmerizing.
ÒOw!Ó Ginger protested. His hand on her shoulder had assumed a
disciplinary squeeze. He reached down behind her and pried open her
bottomcheeks with his other hand.
ÒDonÕt tense yourself,Ó he said gruffly. The girl wanted her bottom
looked at and yet, childishly, she squeezed her cheeks together even as he
tried to look between them. He hated her for letting another man do her.
Yet, at the same time, he loved thinking of her as she lay so freely and
selflessly on the mat, letting whomever wished to have at her bottom as
she licked at ChipÕs balls. Her nibbling had been a true pleasure to him as
heÕd fucked first Sally, then Beth, and finally, the females still not letting
him up, Laurie. Each one had insisted on a ride on his pego and heÕd jetted
into each, so that now he was a small shrivelled shadow of his former
self, even as little Ginger pushed her glorious bare bottom out at him and
asked him to do whatever he needed to do with it to assure her that it was
fine.
With deep concern for her, for he (and even she) had no idea who the
man had been who fucked her, he pushed her huddling cheeks apart and bent
down and peered at her still tiny hole. Sperm bubbled from within it. Yes,
sheÕd been fucked, he realized, and he burned with new anger at her for
letting someone besides himself have her.
ÒHe may have torn some rectal tissue,Ó Chip said bitterly. Ginger
tensed suddendly, quite frightened, thinking his words were a
pronouncement upon her condition. But he was only angry, and speculating.
He had to fight to get her cheeks apart again and he scolded her for being
so tense.
He knelt down. She let out little hisses as he yanked her little
cheeks rippingly wide apart and stared up at her little hole. He inserted
two fingers between the wriggling warm halves of her bottom and
stretched her hole open a little.
ÒNo, I donÕt see any blood,Ó he said finally. She whooshed out a big
breathy sigh of relief.
He stood up and turned her around. They were both naked, the last
two in the mat room. A mixture of male and feminine odors hung in the
room. The mat was as bare as when theyÕd entered, even the discarded
clothing around it having been retrieved and carried away, or put back on.
But the pillows looked semi-squashed instead of fresh and plump. And
there were several copious stains of bodily fluid where some man, or
perhaps himself in combination with a female, had left a remnant of
themselves and their pleasure.
Ginger offered him her 12-year-old breasts like a child might offer
its tummy, thrusting them at him and standing meekly, obedient yet
satisfied. He glared down at her. A smile crossed her face. He saw she
was looking at his cock. It was quite thoroughly used up, though it had
been huge and hard just an hour earlier. Painfully hard, yet now it was
feeble, like an old manÕs cock. It looked like it might never arise again.
Ginger stuck out a finger and tried to play it across his organ. He shoved
her back a little, angrily.
ÒWhy do menÕs Things get so small after theyÕve finished?Ó Ginger
asked.
ÒNever mind why. Why are you even here?Ó Chip snarled.
ÒIÕm having fun,Ó Ginger answered. ÒWhy are you here?Ó She looked
up at him impishly. Her hand darted out and tried to touch his penis again
but he held her back.
ÒIÕm 21,Ó Chip barked at her. ÒYouÕre only 12.Ó
ÒWell itÕs all your fault,Ó Ginger smirked. ÒYou deflowered me in
Annette and DaveÕs bed, remember? I could still get you in trouble. I
could tell on you and youÕd have to go to ja-a-i-i-l.Ó Ginger drew out the
last word gleefully. But no shiver ran down ChipÕs spine. He knew she was
toying with him. Perhaps sheÕd been toying with him on the mat, too. But
heÕd lost. HeÕd let himself be overwhelmed by the women and now heÕd
forever be deprived of taking her anal cherry. Yet he admired her,
somehow. He admired how theyÕd both put themselves at the mercy of
others on the mat, she sticking her bottom out even while nibbling his
balls, he succumbing to the wiles of Laurie and Beth and Sally. He had no
idea where those females were now. Partying out in the other room, or
perhaps in another ÔgropeÕ room, doing it all over again. And her lover was
gone too. Quite possibly Ginger would never see him again. Yet sheÕd been
bold, and brave, and not scared when most girls would have been. SheÕd let
him have her, even as he kissed another woman. It had been a meeting of
loins, nothing else. They hadnÕt even kissed.
The Ôgroup grope.Õ Chip had experienced it in its fullness. And little
Ginger too.
ÒHow often have you been here?Ó Chip asked. He was still angry. It
was a brooding anger, a male anger. He loved her sluttishness and yet
somehow he felt heÕd been cheated. When heÕd left AnnetteÕs, and DaveÕs,
and seen GingerÕs bedroom light come on, heÕd somehow thought of her as a
chaste princess, high up in a tower, whom only he could visit, she
remaining virginal until he returned to claim her. Yet now here she was,
as healthily embroiled in sex as he was, as free with herself as he was,
yet she was only 12 years old! Chip remembered himself at 12. HeÕd still
been playing G.I. Joes then. He still fancied himself a Master of the
Universe, destined to battle Skeletor in endless backyard wars with his
neighborhood pals. Yet this little darling slut was giving herself away,
and apparently had other men in the meantime, since heÕd deflowered her,
only a short time ago.
Ginger felt the brooding of ChipÕs anger and seemed to enjoy it.
Perhaps it was only the intensity of attention that he was giving her that
she enjoyed. She stood very meekly in front of him, all warm and naked. A
shiver passed through her small body, as if he frightened her. Then she
gave another little smile. Not to him, but to herself, looking down at his
cock.
He shook her. Her pigtails flew about, he shook her so violently. She
gasped and looked up at him. Her bellybutton dimpled her belly and his
dimpled his and they were both entirely naked, raw and naked and sexually
satisfied, but he was angry as a young male sometimes is. Irrationally
angry.
ÒYou are very naughty for running around and club-hopping like this,Ó
Chip barked at her. ÒI guess I canÕt tell your parents because then IÕd get
in trouble for starting it all, so IÕm going to take charge of your moral
education myself. You must be punished, thereÕs simply no other way
around it.Ó
Chip felt his penis stir as he spoke the words. And Ginger saw, and
though she seemed a little frightened, she seemed pleased that he was
hardening. And he sensed that she hadnÕt missed the reason he was
becoming excited. It was at the thought of taking her small body under his
Will and doing with it whatever he pleased. With no restraints, no
restrictions. And he sensed she would let him. And this thought enflamed
him more, though it also made him feel again that she was some ÒKids
OnlyÓ slut, doing what she knew was wrong, and teasing him with it,
drawing him in even as he mastered her physically.
ÒWe are going to have it out, you and I,Ó he said to her. His voice
was exceptionally deep and commanding. ÒIÕm going to find someplace
where I can take you and discipline you. You have to be taught to be a Good
Girl and youÕve strayed too far for me to just count on you behaving
yourself on your own.Ó
ChipÕs penis grew. It became longer and longer as he spoke, like
PinnochioÕs nose. Ginger reached for him again and this time, though he
shoved her back, gripping her shoulders and trying to keep her away from
him, she managed to touch him. It was a light touch. She did not grab hold
of him as Laurie and Beth and Sally had. Instead, her touch was light and
exploratory, like a child afraid to touch a worm it finds in the dirt and yet
wanting very much to handle it. She brushed her fingers playfully across
his pee hole.
ÒDO YOU HEAR ME?!Ó Chip bellowed. He shook her again, hard, making
her pigtails fly, and she lost contact with his prick, but then regained it
as soon as he stopped, for he was very long and hard now. She cupped her
palm beneath his dickhead and he throbbed hotly on her small, soft hand.
ÒIÕm deadly serious,Ó Chip told her. He was angry and frustrated and
he was hot with himself for becoming hard at the prospect of disciplining
her little, junior high body. He should be thinking only of women and yet,
here he was, standing naked in a mat room, a well-used mat room, with a
small pigtailed girl who belonged at home asleep in her bedroom, safe
with her stuffed animals. ÒIÕm going to rent and dungeon or find a dungeon
and we are going to go at it, you and I. IÕm going to teach you proper
behavior and--Ó he paused. She was fondling his cockhead with her little
fingers, her fingers which, just a few years ago, no doubt while he was
still in the Army, doing manÕs work, had been drawing with crayons and
playing with Play-Doh. He was forced to grit his teeth and strive with
himself not to cum on her enquiring little fingers. ÒA dungeon, do you hear
me? And IÕm going to strip you naked, and youÕre going to be taught a
lesson in good behavior.Ó He saw her sigh, a big, childish sigh, sticking
out her tummy, and yet as she sighed her lovely small breasts quivered and
he couldnÕt help noticing, again, that theyÕd swelled since he saw her last,
and become fuller and heavier. ÒA dungeon,Ó he said through gritted teeth.
ÒAnd there will be a woman present, as a chaperone, so she can attest that
I didnÕt do it to you for my own pleasure, but to make you behave and learn
what 12-year-old girls are supposed to, and NOT supposed to do!Ó
She wriggled from his grasp. As he concentrated on not spurting
into her hand heÕd let his grip on her shoulders loosen. Her waif-like
figure escaped him and she knelt quietly in front of him. She took his cock
into her hands and then, opening her mouth very wide, she popped him
between her teeth. She closed her lips softly on him, on the knob of his
cockhead. She sucked. He wondered if heÕd somehow become a human
lollipop. She licked at his peehole openly and freely, with no hesitation at
all, no shame. She fluttered her tongue under his sensitive knobÕs
underside. She grabbed his shaft like a stick-shift and yanked on it.
ÒAughghghg!Ó Chip hollared. Against all his wishes, he spurted into
her mouth. He had never cum so fast in his life and he knew it was
somehow related to the punishment heÕd promised her. And her response.
Yes, she should have torn herself from his hands and fled but instead, like
Polly Klaas not crying out for help when she should have, Ginger knelt and
sucked on his cock. Well, he was no killer and he had no intention of
strangling her, Chip reassured himself. And then, even as he assured
himself of his Justness and his Virtue, he pressed himself hard into the
back of her mouth. Ginger choked on his hardness. He rammed his still-
spurting, still iron-hard cock deeper into her, down her throat, making her
take all of him. She yelped in protest. He pumped and pumped and filled
her. Then, perhaps at the last moment, when she was about to expire upon
his cock, he drew back, and she was able to take in a gulp of air.
Ginger gasped. She let go of him and put a hand to her breasts and
sighed deeply and took in another hungry breath. Chip spurted the last of
his cum into her face. She might have twisted her head away but she was
so intent on breathing again, after suffering under his hardness, that she
simply kept her face pointing into his cock. He shot all over her face,
wondering where all the copious new sperm was coming from. She blinked
her eyes and looked up at him through a mask of white sperm.
Gently Chip reached down and lifted Ginger to her feet. She was so
little, her head only came up to his chest. Even as she gasped for a new
breath of air she bumped her nose against his chest and, feeling the hair of
her chest tickling her nose, she sneezed. And then, quite impulsively, she
kissed his chest.
ÒI love you,Ó Chip breathed hotly to her.
ÒWhy is there so much hair on your chest?Ó Ginger replied in a high
inquisitive voice. ÒYouÕve got HAIR all over you!Ó She tugged at hair
growing beneath his navel.
ÒBecause IÕm a man,Ó Chip answered. ÒIÕm not one of your boyfriends
in junior high.Ó
ÒI donÕt have any boyfriends in junior high,Ó Ginger replied snippily.
Her voice still came in gasps from receiving so much of him for so long
down her throat.
ÒWell, good. IÕm glad to hear it. YouÕre too young to have a
boyfriend,Ó Chip said.
ÒNo IÕm not,Ó Ginger answered. Chip felt like they were somehow
husband and wife, having a newlywedÕs fight. He turned her around and
promptly smacked her bottom to remind her of her status. She was just a
child, a pubescent 12-year-old child, nothing more!
Ginger rubbed her bottom and for once seemed angry with him. And
he knew why. It was because of what he was thinking as he slapped her
fanny, that she MUST be a small child and never a woman. He leaned
forward. He felt truly regretful. He kissed her cheek, tenderly.
ÒIÕm sorry. YouÕre not so little,Ó he said. ÒYouÕre really not.Ó
ÒI know,Ó she piped up. ÒIÕm glad you recognize it.Ó She stuck out
her breasts, showing him, yes proving to him, that she was not the little
baby he kept trying to make her into. Her bathtime wasnÕt at eight oÕclock
anymore.
They kissed. For a long time they stood there kissing, she with her
back to him, showing him her breasts, thrusting them out for all they were
worth. He pressed his loins to her and rubbed himself against her. He
prayed he might stiffen again but his last discharge had been all he had, at
least for this evening. Someone looked in the room but, seeing them
occupied, left them to themselves.
When finally Chip broke from her lips (or perhaps it was she, it
didnÕt matter, they had kissed for a long time) he said to her: ÒI still
think youÕre way too naughty for your age.Ó She smiled. A small,
approving smile, as if she werenÕt about to disagree with a big man with
such an agreeable penis. Even if he couldnÕt get it up for a fifth time in
one night.
ÒIÕm taking you home,Ó he said. ÒLetÕs go find the showers and clean
up.Ó
They bathed each other. Standing in a gang shower at the back of the
club, he soaped her and she soaped him. Although their goal was to get
clean, halfway through he found himself hard and they took a break and
rinsed and lay down on a bench in the shower room and he plunged himself
into her virginal cunt and fucked her hard and discharged in her, making
them both messy again. Then they returned to the shower. Others had
come in as they fucked, and were showering, playing and showering, and
they smiled at Chip and Ginger. The two lovers, ten years apart in age but
sharing most everything else, smiled back. When they were done washing
each other they found their clothes in the mat room and dressed. Then
Chip took her out to his trusty Camaro and drove her home. On the ride
home he began to grow stiff again, amazed at his prowess. Outside her
house they kissed. Her parents were out at a late-night party. She played
her hand over his trousers, arousing him, but it was too late for anything
more. After theyÕd kissed, she left his car and went into her house. As
Chip turned to go, pivoting his car around in the street, he saw a car
approaching. It turned into GingerÕs driveway. Her parents! Yet they had
no idea sheÕd been with him, or even out club-hopping, and they took no
notice of the Camaro that cruised by.
A week later he found a dungeon for them to play in. It was in the
next state, and he would have to drive her there. It was part of a bordello,
and he would have to rent the dungeon, but the madam, a young woman,
took a liking to him, perhaps even an intense liking, and she promised to
give him a break on the price. She also let on that sheÕd be more than
happy to superivse their play, for Chip knew absolutely nothing about
sexual discipline and he knew (or, rather, he reminded himself, he prayed)
little Ginger didnÕt know anything about it either.
And then, either because the road to Hell is paved with gold, or
perhaps because Pagan gods rule the Heavens after all, and Jove, being not
pure himself, looks with kind eyes on illicit love, a miracle happened.
GingerÕs parents told her they were going on a vacation, which was in fact
a second honeymoon. She was a little too old for a sitter, so they let
Annette be her de-facto sitter.
Of course GingerÕs parents had no idea that it was in AnnetteÕs bed
that Chip had deflowered Ginger. They were quite certain their daughter
was a virgin. And they had no idea that Annette played bondage games
with her husband. Hearing from Ginger in her sweet, innocent voice, how
her parents were going away, Chip felt a thrill of forbidden delight course
through him. He had no idea she was talking to him on a Mickey Mouse
phone, for he had never been in her bedroom, but if heÕd known that he
would have been even more excited. Yet he was still conflicted, and as he
realized that she was open to him, and nothing could stop him from taking
her and training her as he wished, he still promised himself that it would
not be sexual. He would only teach her how to behave like a proper 12-
year-old girl, nothing more. He would be the older brother she needed, for
this was a job no parent could handle. They could never cope with the idea
that their daughter was a club-hopping slut, doing Ôgroup gropesÕ in mat
rooms. But Chip could handle it, just like a mature older brother could.
GingerÕs problem, he assured himself, was mainly that she was an only
child. Her parents would shut out any evidence of her not being the
precious little innocent vessel they imagined her to be. Even telling them
of her activities would do no good. (And it didnÕt help that heÕd been the
one to deflower her.) No, Ginger needed guidance, and only Chip could
provide it. Not the unknown man whoÕd taken her anal cherry in the mat
room. Not Dave, who Chip still felt resentment toward, for the man
seemed a strange mixture of rage and jealousy, and it was because of him
that he didnÕt even dream of trying to train little Ginger at AnnetteÕs. Yet
train her he must, and he would pay for it. All she had to do was show up.
In her cutest clothes, of course, he added, thinking to himself, and he knew
somehow all his promises to himself were worth about as much as
Confederate money.
Ginger, for her part, was enthused about the idea of putting herself
in a manÕs hands and being his girlfriend and his toy and his plaything and
going someplace with him where no one could interfere. She loved and
admired Chip deeply, though she never quite let on to him how much she
loved him, for that would somehow have spoiled it, and given him too much
power in their relationship. She assured herself, as she primped in a
mirror in her bedroom, waiting for him to arrive, to pick her up and take
her away, that it was only a little trip, and nothing extraordinary would
really happen. She told her teddy bear that sheÕd be back by evening, or
tommorrow morning at the latest, and in the meantime sheÕd get to ride
around in ChipÕs Camaro and see other girls, much older than she, riding
around with their boyfriends in their boyfriendÕs cars. Yet she knew, also,
that Chip was almost a decade older than she. He was too old to ÔjustÕ be
her boyfriend. Somehow their relationship was deeper and broader than
that. He saw himself as her older brother, as a father substitute, as the
uncle she lacked but, perhaps, needed quite badly. And she felt a little
queasy in the pit of her tummy because she knew it wasnÕt just going to be
a little innocent trip in ChipÕs Camaro. They were going to do more,
whether they believed it or not. Much more. And she would come back
home different from the person she was today.
If she came back. There was always that possiblilty. She was only
12-years-old, and she was quite well aware of all the missing girls her
age on the milk cartons. But Chip was no stranger. HeÕd been in the Army,
and been honorably discharged. Ginger looked in the mirror. Her teddy
bear sat on her bed, staring at her. She wanted to put on more lipstick but
Chip had told her he didnÕt like it when she ÔoverdidÕ her makeup, which
she didnÕt think of as overdoing it but which he assured her was overdoing
it. She decided she might have already put too much on and she took a
tissue from her Care Bears tissue box and wiped some off. There. She
turned and looked at her teddy bear.
ÒI want to look grown up but he doesnÕt like it when I look grown
up,Ó she told her teddy bear. Then she tugged at her skirt. It was
impossibly short. It was actually a skirt sheÕd outgrown but she liked
wearing it becase it had a nice leathery feel to it. ÒIÕll bet he doesnÕt
mind the skirt,Ó she said, smiling at her bear. The bear stared back with
blank approval. She reached beneath her skirt and lifted her panties
carefully out of her bottomcrack. They were white panties and she wasnÕt
particularly fond of white panties anymore. Especially these, which kept
cinching up in her bottomcrack and wedging into the lips of her pussy. But
Annette had told her to wear them. SheÕd talked with her in her bedroom
for a little while, GingerÕs bear on her lap, and sheÕd given her some
female advice. About Pills which Ginger now had in a small vial in her
purse. And about condoms, which men should wear, particularly if Ginger
had never met them before. And in talking sheÕd gone through GingerÕs
underwear drawer and picked out some panties for Ginger to wear, and
watched her try them on. And sheÕd decided that the silky soft pair that
Ginger hadnÕt worn much, because sheÕd lost it underneath her Fairy
Godmother Halloween mask, which she inexplicably kept in her underwear
drawer, was the best pair to wear. But it was a pair sheÕd gotten from her
aunt a year ago and it was too small. Annette assured her, though, that it
was her very best pair, better even than the black underwear sheÕd gotten
recently at a club, for it was white and pure and Chip, Annette told her,
liked her in white, pure panties, even if heÕd never admit it to himself.
And he liked her in a very short skirt, one that let him see her white
panties by Ôaccident,Õ when a breeze blew or Ginger walked with an
especially inviting wiggle.
Ginger walked back and forth in front of her mirror. She practised
walking by crossing her legs as she walked, which made her bottom move
more freely. She checked her skirt again. It was awfully short and she
had to tug it down a little to get it to cover her bottom. Then she bent and
kissed her teddy bear goodbye. As she bent she knew she was offering a
perfect view of her white panties, and she felt them slip up again into her
bottomcrack, showing her assflesh. Ginger stood erect and fixed her
panties again. They were quite a nuisance. She wondered if she should
change into a different pair but she decided not to. She respected
AnnetteÕs opinion. She wished Annette were coming with them. Then,
suddenly, she heard ChipÕs horn sound. She grabbed her purse and darted
downstairs. Her parents had left on their trip an hour ago, their second
honeymoon. Little did they know their daughter was going on her first
honeymoon. And it was without even the necessity of a marriage. Ginger
felt a thrill tingle all the way down her spine as she rushed through the
front door of her house and slammed it shut and made for ChipÕs car.
The state line was not too far away and although it violated the
Mann Act for Chip to drive Ginger across the state line, he did so
speculating on the essential Virtue of his act, for he knew nothing of the
Mann Act but did still kid himself into thinking that he was going to
somehow benefit Ginger, in a Pure and Holy way, by taking her to a
bordello and teaching her how to behave in the depths of a rented dungeon.
For her part, Ginger was on her second lollipop. It was a big swirled
Lemon/Cherry lollipop and, looking across at her, at the way her lipstick
smeared a little as she licked away at her lollipop, Chip wondered if the
Lemon part would prevail, or the Cherry part, for he was 21 and she was
only 12 and, given their ages, anything could happen. He was legal and she
was quite illegal. Even a rest stop might prove a problem, although he
could of course swear he was her father. Then he considered, looking
again at her, and decided that, if challenged, heÕd better swear he was her
older brother. He looked too young to be her father, even if he had spent
four long years in the Army.
ÒI see a license plate from Florida!Ó Ginger cried. She pointed at the
car ahead of them. ÒI always wanted to go to Florida. Could we go to
Florida?Ó
ÒItÕs about 3,000 miles away,Ó Chip replied. ÒI donÕt have enough
money to take us to Florida.Ó
Ginger settled back into her seat and resumed licking her lollipop.
ÒOh well, itÕs a nice license plate,Ó she said. ÒI like the palm trees on it.Ó
ÒYeah, I like them too,Ó Chip answered.
ÒIÕll bet I can see license plates from all 50 states before you can!Ó
Ginger gushed.
ÒHmmm, probably,Ó Chip answered. He wondered if he should turn
around and take her back home. Here he was, a graduate of the United
States Army, driving around with a girl who still played license plate
games. And then he remembered that she also went club-hopping, and a
new anger burned within him, remembering how sheÕd let herself lose her
cherry to a man she didnÕt even know and whoÕd never even asked her name
and kissed her. And he gripped the wheel of his Camaro with a new
determination and assured himself that he, only he, could correct this girl,
and she very much needed correction.
The bordello was nestled amist a forest of cacti. Chip navigated
between them, his Camaro hitting an inconspicuous dirt road as he closed
in on the house of ill repute. It was out in the middle of nowhere, yet it
apparently did a thriving business. He saw pickups parked outside it and
old beat up cars, looking like their owners had paid their last dime on
gasoline just to get here, and he wondered how they could possibly pay for
the delights inside. And he also saw a limosine, and a Jaguar, and then he
wondered if the old beat up cars belonged to the girls who worked in the
joint, and the nice cars to the men who came and paid for their bodies. He
shivered. Well, he was just here to use the dungeon. HeÕd brought his own
girl. She might be a little sticky from eating two lollipops, but at least
she wasnÕt some rent-a-whore. Not yet, anyway. Not if he disciplined her
properly and taught her Right from Wrong. He looked over at her. His eyes
were drawn down to her short skirt. It had hiked up her legs as she
squirmed around in her seat on their long ride and she hadnÕt noticed. Her
panties showed between her thighs, wedged slightly into her crotch.
ÒFix yourself,Ó he told her gruffly. She looked down at herself, gave
him a rueful stare, and pulled her panties out of her crotch and yanked her
skirt down over her sex. ÒTry to act grown up so I donÕt get in trouble
with you,Ó he added. ÒDonÕt pull any more lollipops out of your purse and
start eating them, okay?Ó
ÒOkay,Ó she smiled. ÒAre we going to have sex here?Ó
ÒWeÕre...Ó his voice trailed off. He looked at the bordello. It looked
like an oversized trailer. It had bare white walls. Paint was peeling off
them. It had an aluminum roof. Someone had painted the roof pink to try
to give the bordello the look of a hacienda, but it hadnÕt worked. A shutter
banged in the wind. Gaudy red curtains, drawn across the windows, kept
prying eyes from seeing inside. ÒIÕm going to teach you a few things,
thatÕs all,Ó Chip answered.
ÒWell I have to go to the bathroom first, so ask where it is for me,
okay?Ó Ginger said.
ÒOkay,Ó Chip replied. He got out of the car and, because she was only
12 years old, Ginger got out too, not waiting for him to come round a help
her out, as a woman would have. She slammed the car door shut. ÒMake
sure itÕs locked,Ó Chip told her. She did. She liked his car. To her it
wasnÕt an old, out of date Camaro, that needed a better paint job. To her it
was cool because she got to ride around in it, eating as many lollipops as
she pleased, with Chip driving her. She walked up to him and he took her
hand and squeezed it tightly, as much to reassure himself as to reassure
her. He wasnÕt too experienced with bordellos. He hoped that the
beautiful mistress whoÕd met him last week was still here, still in
charge, still unquestioning about his 12 year old girlfriend and willing to
give him a break on the rental price of the dungeon. HeÕd told her Ginger
would be young. She hadnÕt even batted an eye, simply smiled. He hoped
she understood just how young he meant.
Inside the bordello was dimly lit. It had a musty smell to it, as of
old furniture that should have been replaced long ago, but was instead
reupholstered and then reupholstered again. He looked at the satin covered
furniture inside the bordello. It looked cheesy, not luscious, as it was
supposed to. He thought he detected a stain or two on the seat covers
where someone might have discharged, or spilled something. And then,
sweeping out from within the depths of the tacky bordello, came the most
gorgeous creature. She was tall and slender and had a delightfully
prominent bosom. She wore a long flowing nightgown, all frilled and sheer
and opaque in just a few places, as if sheÕd just arisen from bed. But it
was 3 oÕclock in the afternoon, and Chip knew she hadnÕt just awakened,
though she might nonetheless just now have gotten up from a bed.
ÒHi, are you Chip? Yes! I remember you,Ó the young woman said. She
had long brown hair that looked almost the same color as GingerÕs. She
walked up to the girl and bent and kissed her on the forehead. ÒYouÕre
Ginger?Ó she asked.
Ginger nodded.
ÒWell IÕm glad ChipÕs brought you. He says youÕve been rather
naughty, is that true?Ó She looked down at Ginger with beaming eyes.
Ginger tugged quickly on ChipÕs hand.
ÒShe, uh, will be naughtier still if I donÕt find a bathroom for her,Ó
Chip said.
ÒOf course. ItÕs a long ride, I know. Come, we might as well go
downstairs, since thatÕs where weÕre headed anyway. ItÕs SO tacky up
here, donÕt you think? I just bought the place, IÕm trying to have it
remodelled. I want to be the Madam to the Stars, now that HeidiÕs in
prison. But IÕm going to have to renovate this place if IÕm ever to achieve
that status. At least here theyÕll be able to fuck legally.Ó
ÒYeah,Ó Chip grunted. Not him, though. Ginger was still ÔhotÕ even in
this state, where bordellos were allowed. He squeezed GingerÕs hand. He
noticed she was walking a bit awkwardly. She had to go. She was still
young enough that she wiggled when she had to go, if she had to go badly
enough, not learning yet how to contain the need discreetly, without
others knowing. Yet, an adult female might wiggle, if she had to go really
badly, Chip mused. He delighted in thinking about female urination as the
mistress of the place opened a door and led them down into her cellar.
There was a bathroom downstairs. Ginger excused herself and went
into the bathroom and shut the door and locked it. It was a small
bathroom and Chip heard her begin to pee a moment later. He longed to
watch her, but he could not, and instead he placed a friendly hand on the
mistressÕ bottom. It was bare beneath her nightgown. She let him palm
her fanny, letting him roam freely over her butt, feel the cheeks, the crack
between the cheeks. She brushed back her long golden-brown hair and
waited with him while Ginger peed.
ÒNice cellar, donÕt you think?Ó she asked. They were standing in
what must have been a newly refurbished part of the cellar, for it had a
wood-panelled den, with a pool table and a shelf full of library books, and
an old desk, with a sturdy chair sitting in front of it. A plush rug covered
the floor. Pillows were piled in a corner of the den. A wet bar offered
drinks.
ÒYeah, itÕs pretty cool,Ó Chip answered. He wanted to delve his hand
between her legs but Ginger opened the bathroom door.
ÒIÕm finished,Ó she announced. Chip heard the flushed toilet refilling
behind her.
ÒI guess I have to go too,Ó Chip said.
ÒWell hurry,Ó Kimber replied. That was her name, and she tossed her
lovely hair back, not minding at all that heÕd felt up her bottom. Her large
breasts moved freely inside her nightgown, all round and plump and
inviting.
Chip stepped into the bathroom but he did not close the door. He
pissed out his pee. The girls stood wathing. He relished their watching
and he guessed they took an equal pleasure in seeing him. Then he flushed
the toilet. He put his increasingly hard and difficult cock back inside his
pants and turned back toward them, facing them as he zipped himself up.
ÒAlright, now weÕre ready, hmmm?Ó Kimber asked.
ÒSure,Ó Chip answered.
ÒCan I have another lollipop?Ó Ginger asked. She toyed with the flap
of her purse.
ÒNo, youÕve got to get completely undressed now, sweetie,Ó Kimber
told her. She bent down over the girl. Kimber was almost as tall as Chip.
He watched how her bosoms hung down as she bent, and he hungered for
them and wondered if he might taste them before their stay was complete.
Kimber tossed back her hair from her face as she bent over Ginger
and looked at Chip. ÒYou too, sir. Take everything off, okay? Come,
thereÕs a menÕs dressing room right around the corner here, and Ginger and
I will use the femaleÕs. ItÕs silly to segregate ourselves, but the previous
mistress who sold me the place swears by it. So we will, okay?Ó She
pointed to a door. It had a sign on it with a shotgun imprinted on it.
ÒThatÕs the guyÕs room, Chip.Ó Then she nodded toward a door with a sign
that had a target painted on it. In the bullseye was the image of a cherry.
ÒAnd thatÕs the galÕs room, Ginger. LetÕs go in and get naked, okay?Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Ginger said in a small, quiet voice. The two of them
disappeared inside. Kimber blew Chip a kiss as they disappeared behind
the door. Ginger looked small as she guided the girl into the ÔdressingÕ
room.
Chip slipped into the menÕs dressing room. Battered metal lockers
lined the walls. An old worn bench was bolted into the floor. There was
no shower, no toilet. Just old beat-up lockers that lacked locks. Chip
unzipped his jeans and regretted a little wearing his newest pair. He
hoped no guys his size decided to use the room while he was training
Ginger in the dungeon. He unbuttoned his shirt and whipped it off. He
didnÕt know whether he should go barefoot or not so he left his shoes and
socks on. His cock stuck out in front of him like the Washington
monument.
Chip let himself out of the dressing room. He followed a short hall
that led away from the den. He guessed the dungeon must be in this
direction. Rounding a corner, he saw he was right. A large stone room
opened before him. Its floor was cold and hard and bare and Chip was glad
heÕd kept his shoes on. He walked into the room, all the time conscious of
his naked ass and his cock bouncing along in front of him.
The room was not as well equipped as AnnetteÕs and DaveÕs dungeon
and it looked much older. In a sense, it looked much more serious, for
everything was worn and there were lash marks on the whipping post,
cutting deep in the wood, where Chip guessed many a female must have
been bound over the years. And perhaps not a few men. The chains and
manacles and shackles which hung down from the walls and from the
ancient, battered furniture were rusted in places. Chip contemplated it
all with a deep consciousness of his nakedness and of the fact that Kimber
would be present, and he wondered if she might not take a hand in the
games and decide he needed a little training as well as Ginger. He felt his
mind rebel at the thought, but his body did not, and his eyes gazed lovingly
at a wall full of straps and implements of correction and he almost
wanted her to do something to him, to feel her dominate him even though
he had paid for the room to teach and dominate Ginger.
ÒWell, here we are,Ó a silky soft voice announced. Chip turned
quickly. His penis turned with him and both girls, coming into the
dungeon, looked at once at his member. He looked at them in turn, gazing
at both females, who were utterly and completely nude, at their bosoms,
rising and falling with their breath, and at their nests, GingerÕs soft and
fleecy and KimberÕs full-thatched.
For a long moment they simply stared at each other. Then Kimber,
remembering her role as mistress, tossed back her long lovely hair from
her face and moved with Ginger to where Chip stood and took his penis in
her hand. She did not take it inquisitively, as Ginger might have. Instead
she took it with a womanÕs expectation in her eyes. She sized him up,
having never done so before, for theyÕd talked a week ago in their clothes.
She twisted his big knob in her small fingers and then ran them down his
shaft, as if giving him an inspection. He passed with flying colors, he
could see in her glowing eyes, for he was quite large. Ginger stood meekly
beside Kimber, the womanÕs hand resting lightly on GingerÕs shoulder.
ÒI see youÕre fit for duty,Ó Kimber smiled.
ÒAlways,Ó Chip replied gallantly.
ÒGinger, IÕm going to dress you in some straps so you can be buckled
down, okay?Ó Kimber said to the girl, turning her attention from Chip and
his randy erection. She caressed the girlÕs shoulders. Ginger still wore
her hair in pigtails and Chip wished Kimber would undo them for her.
ÒHer hair,Ó he said. ÒUndo her pigtails.Ó
ÒUndo my hair but buckle my arms and legs into straps?Ó Ginger
protested. She was led by Kimber over to a pile of leather straps, straps
that might have matched her miniskirt if she still wore it.
ÒUndo her hair,Ó Chip said again. Kimber turned, her lovely long hair
brushing across her body as she moved her head to look back at him.
ÒSheÕll look older. I thought you wanted her too look as young as
possbile. DonÕt you?Ó
ÒNo. IÕm not into little girls. I just... have to train her,Ó Chip said.
ÒOh,Ó Kimber said softly. She untied GingerÕs pigtails as the girl
stared down at a pile of straps. ÒSpecial responsibility, hmmm?Ó Kimber
asked.
ÒYeah, sort of,Ó Chip replied. ÒSheÕs an only child. She doesnÕt have
any brothers or anything.Ó
ÒI donÕt want to wear straps,Ó Ginger said. Kimber freed her hair
and spread it over her shoulders. It glimmered in the lights of the
dungeon. The lights consisted of lamps on the walls that were made to
look like oil lamps. In fact, though, they were electric. They cast a strong
glow that illuminated the nakedness of their bodies.
ÒStand still,Ó Kimber told Ginger. ÒBehave like a woman if you want
me to treat you like one.Ó
Chip marvelled at the sight of the two females. Here he was, buck
naked in a dungeon, in a bordello devoted to serving the male. His cock
was sticking out like a desperate flag-less flagpole and he had these two
females at his complete disposal. Ginger for sure and, if he was lucky,
Kimber too. Kimber had an hourglass figure that could have easily gotten
her into Penthouse, perhaps even gotten her named Pet of the Year. Yet she
was, for the next few hours at least, if he played his cards right with her,
his Pet. His alone, to love and do with as he pleased. And Ginger, poor
child, was most certainly his. He was responsible for her and he was
determined to teach her something, although exactly what that was
receeded now in his mind as he felt his cock throb so stiffly and erectly
between his legs. He watched little GingerÕs bare bottom shiver as Kimber
bent and fitted the girl into straps. Ginger wore just her tennis shoes, big
bright red and pink shoes, to protect her feet from the cold floor. Yet
posts and stocks and trestles lay waiting in this room for her, and only a
few straps were needed to make her ready to be quickly bound into them,
and forced to offer up her naked body and her naked ass. She stood quietly,
Kimber kneeling, buckling first one strap to her and then another. Kimber
looked elegant in a pair of high heels. They had stiff 4 inch spikes to
them, enough to give her glorious bottom an extra lift while still being
reasonable enough in height to let her play mistress to both Ginger and
Chip. She brushed her hair back, taking her time with Ginger. She picked a
collar for the girl from the pile and buckled it around GingerÕs neck. It had
a D ring in front and in back, so she might be easily locked into place on
whatever item of furniture Chip chose for her. He cast his eyes about the
room. He would have to choose soon. There were so many choices! His
cock hardened to the point of causing him pain and he felt a desperate need
to just masturbate himself, to just rub himself silly and shoot all over
the floor. And even as his mind considered this, Kimber rubbed herself a
little between her legs, still binding Ginger into the straps, and then she
rubbed GingerÕs pussy, making the girl leap and smiling at her and rubbing
her some more.
ÒOhhh, donÕt do that,Ó Ginger protested.
ÒI want you wet,Ó Kimber told her, and she kissed the girlÕs belly.
ÒThere. ThatÕs the last of the straps. Turn around and show Chip what a
good job IÕve done.Ó
Blushing, for she looked (and no doubt felt) ridiculous all naked, but
outfitted in straps, the girl turned around and showed herself. She wore a
small dogÕs collar around her neck. Her wrists were bound tightly with
straps, each fitted with D rings. Straps circled her ankles and there were
straps just above each of her knees. A big strap circled and hugged her
waist. Belt-like it crossed below her belly button and above her well-
displayed pubis. Ginger pushed out her hips at Chip, as if seeking his
approval. Then, as if to issue a challenge to him to tame her, if he could,
she placed both her hands on her hips. Tentatively she stuck out her
tongue, wetting her upper lip, perhaps intending to tease him, but feeling a
little too scared to actually give him the raspberries.
Chip gazed at the tan line where GingerÕs bikini should have covered
her pubis. Instead there was just naked flesh, the white where she wore
her bikini contrasting sexily with the brown of her legs and her waist and
her limbs. Above, where her bikini top usually protected her, her breasts
thrust themselves out, offering teats for him to treasure and suckle.
ÒWhat-- what should I do with her?Ó Chip asked Kimber. He felt
bewildered. His cock was so hard he just wanted to lay the girl down on
the floor and fuck her. Yet he sensed something more was expected. After
all, heÕd paid for the dungeon for the specific purpose of punishing her, of
training her. Now she was all outfitted for him, yet he felt perplexed, and
he could think of nothing but his desperate need to cum. CouldnÕt she just
stand there, in all her 12-year-old beauty? Her forbidden beauty, and let
him masturbate over her? No, he was not 13. He was not some child
looking at Playboy. And she was a child, not a woman. It was not
appropriate for a grown man to masturbate over a little girl.
Something was expected of him, Chip realized. Never mind the
outside world. Something was expected of him here, in the dungeon. He
was not as free as heÕd imagined. Kimber tossed her hair, her lovely mane
of hair, looking like a young mare waiting for the new steed on the stud
farm to fuck her. And Ginger, young as she was, stood waiting with her
hands on her hips, ready to fight with half her strength, even bound and
fitted for him, yet waiting for him to take the lead and capture her and
restrain her and force her to his will.
ÒWell, letÕs grease you up first, to save time later,Ó Kimber offered
helpfully. She walked gracefully over to Chip and drew him to a wall. On a
shelf there lubricants and tubes of vaseline brooded. She beckoned Ginger.
The two girls opened some new tubes and jars of lubricant. Ginger picked
up a squeeze bottle of baby oil and, at KimberÕs urging, squirted its
contents all over ChipÕs prick.
Now he was truly challenged. He was dying to cum yet he MUST wait
while they lubed him up. He watched, shivering, trembling. The girlsÕ soft
hands dipped into the jars of vaseline and came to him and coated him
thoroughly. He stood against the wall, wishing to God he could just shoot
his spunk against the wall and be done with it all. The girls giggled.
Kimber talked of other men sheÕd played with and told Ginger that Chip
was the biggest of all of them. Ginger listened wide-eyed, believing
completely. Chip shuddered. Their touch was delightful. Too delightful,
and he had to beg them to stop for a moment while he regained control of
himself. A shudder passed through him and down his long prick. He prayed.
The moment passed. He felt stronger and let them touch him again.
When Chip was quite well oiled and the girls had even squirted a
little oil between their legs, Kimber picked up a bottle of baby powder.
Playfully she sprinkled a little of it on ChipÕs bare ass.
ÒYour ass is so hairy, especially in the crack!Ó Kimber laughed at
Chip.
ÒI know! HeÕs got hair all over him,Ó Ginger said. ÒHis arms, his
legs, his chest, almost everywhere... except his dick.Ó
ÒWell, thatÕs a man for you,Ó Kimber smiled. Ginger smiled back.
ÒIÕm glad I donÕt have any hair on me,Ó Ginger said. ÒExcept between my
legs, of course.Ó She picked up the squeeze bottle of oil and shot another
long squirt up between her legs. ÒDo you think IÕm lubed enough?Ó she
asked Kimber frankly.
ÒIf you get any more lubed people will think youÕre dripping pee all
over my floor,Ó Kimber told her.
ÒOkay,Ó Ginger replied. She replaced the squeeze bottle on the shelf.
It was a high shelf. She had to stand on tip-toes in her sneakers to reach
up and put the bottle away. Then she slapped her hands on her thighs to
degrease them.
ÒThereÕs a box of Handi-Wipes on the shelf,Ó Kimber told the girl.
Ginger reached up, explored with her fingers, and found the box. She took
it down and yanked out several wipes. She wiped her fingers and then
wiped the grease off her thighs. She tossed the napkins on the floor.
Kimber wiped her hands. ÒPick those up and throw them in the waste
basket over there,Ó she said to Ginger. ÒDonÕt litter my dungeon.Ó
ÒSorry,Ó Ginger said sheepishly. She picked up the discarded napkins
and walked to the wastebasket and tossed them in. Chip watched the
movement of her high childÕs bottom. It was white and inviting and her
little cheeks rolled deliciously. He longed to snap a whip across them and
see them flex and tense and rebound. And then he would plunge himself
into her and fuck her, fuck her hard, fuck her right up her little ass that
sheÕd so inconsiderately given away to another man.
Ginger turned around and walked back to Kimber and Chip. Her high
pointy breasts jostled freely on her chest, rounder than theyÕd been even a
week earlier, and fuller. They were growing fast. Perhaps they were
growing just for him. He felt a tenderness toward them, toward her. She
was His! And yet he must punish her a little, at least. Yes, he must. He
reached out for her arm and grabbed it. She uttered a little yelp.
ÒDidnÕt you learn about ecology in school?Ó he asked.
ÒNo-- yes!Ó Ginger replied. He took her brusquely in hand and walked
her quickly across the dungeon to a table. It was a bare, flat wooden
table, about the height of a dining table, perhaps a little higher, so a man
could ease himself into whatever he bound atop it. The edge and the legs
of the table were scarred. Whips had struck there, perhaps after
inflicting a stroke of pain on their target, perhaps missing the target and
hitting the table instead.
GingerÕs knees weakened. Chip had to catch her under her arms to
keep her standing upright. Implanted in the table were iron rings. Silently
they waited, waited for the D rings sewn into GingerÕs straps to be hooked
into them.
Kimber knelt and drew a small step-stair out from under the table.
Like the table, it was made of wood. It had scars on it where a whip had
fallen, many times, leaving its mark. ÒGet up, dear,Ó Kimber said to
Ginger. Chip released the girl from his grasp. To his heartbeating
surprise, the small trembling child obeyed. With soft tip-toes she stepped
up onto the lowest step, then the next, then the highest. She looked round
her frail tanned shoulder at Chip, her hair sweeping freely across her back.
She smiled. A small, frightened smile. Then she arched her bottom out at
him and climbed up onto the table. She crawled into place amidst the
rings and settled her chin down on a small pillow that waited at the end of
the table.
Kimber ran a soft hand up the girlÕs back and bent and locked her
collar to a ring in the table, securing her head. Then she streched GingerÕs
arms down past her waist, angling them out a little away from her body,
and locked her wrists to the table. Finally, turning to Chip and telling him
to get a bolster from the floor, where it lay under a wall full of whips,
she opened the girlÕs legs wide.
Ginger waited tensely. His cock bobbing stiffly, Chip went and
fetched the bolster. He brought it to the table. Kimber placed a hand
under GingerÕs tummy and urged her to lift up her waist, her bottom. At a
nod from Kimber Chip slipped the bolster beneath the girlÕs belly. Then,
quickly, Kimber latched each of the girlÕs widespread ankles into a ring on
the table.
The sight that greeted ChipÕs eyes was breathtaking. Here, lying on
the table before him, was a girl half his age. Her neck was secured
immovably, her wrists, her ankles. Even her knees were locked into place,
as a last guarantee that she was utterly at his disposal. A cushion pushed
her bare bottom up at him. Her legs were completely open, showing him
her cunt, despite the fact that she was bound down to the table for
punishment and might just as easily be whipped in her snatch as on the
cheeks of her ass.
Chip felt again a desperate desire to jack himself off. His cock was
greased and ready. A quick handshake would be all that was needed. But
he was not alone in his barracks anymore, in the Army, sitting and reading
Penthouse. There were two very real girls waiting for him, Kimber
looking at him expectantly, Ginger bound down, sighing softly, waiting for
the first whipping in her short life. He must perform. He couldnÕt simply
pleasure himself and put his pants back on and leave. He must satisfy.
Ginger waited with trembling limbs, unable to move them, but still
shaking nonetheless in her bonds. Her skin prickled with fear. Her tender
bottomcheeks squirmed impatiently.
ÒChoose your implement, Chip,Ó Kimber said. She gazed from him to
the wall. Chip turned his head. EVERYTHING was there! Broad and gentle
tawses, slim whips, cutting canes. Big paddles, made of wood, with holes
drilled through them to make them pass through the air to their target
more quickly. And a hood, if he wished it, to hide his emotion, though he
would not be permitted in any case to hide his penis from them.
Chip swallowed. Ginger squirmed on the table and begged to be let
up. She was growing rebellious. He strode to the wall. Cruelly he reached
for a martinet and then, reconsidering, hearing a gasping childlike hiccup
from Ginger, he selected a sturdy belt instead. It was made of thick
leather and he knew it would hurt if he passed it quickly across her
bottom, or fall more softly if he preferred, depending on his mood.
He walked back to the table. His cock was enflamed, his balls
broiled between his legs. He shivered with lust. Kimber looked at him
cooly.
ÒGet a sponge and a pail of water and wet down her bottom. I want
it to hurt more,Ó Chip commanded. He remembered something heÕd read in
Penthouse, decided to bark it out to ensure that he was in charge and not
her.
ÒIf you insist, sir,Ó Kimber replied. She gave him a small smile. She
went to the wall where a pail sat, under a faucet. As Ginger lay
complaining and whining over the bolster, quite certain now that she
wanted up, wanted no part of this, Kimber filled the bucket. Chip saw that
the faucet stood out from the wall by itself and hoped the water was cold.
He wanted cold water. He wanted Ginger to feel cold water splashing over
her bottom and reacting to it with him watching her wiggly seat as she
did so.
Kimber returned. The bucket was heavy for her and she carried it
with both hands. A little water from the bucket sloshed out onto her leg
and she froze. ÒOh! ThatÕs chilly!Ó She said. Then she smiled at Chip.
ÒYouÕre wicked, sir,Ó she told him.
ÒI hope so,Ó Chip answered.
Kimber had placed a sponge in the bucket and it sailed about on the
surface of the water as she lugged it over to the table. She lifted the
bucket and set it down with a thump.
ÒNo! Please! DonÕt get my bottom all wet!Ó Ginger begged. She tried
to turn her head to address Kimber but the collar held her tightly bound to
the table. Her bottomcheeks trembled, retracted. ÒOh!Ó Ginger declared as
Kimber, unmoved, wet the sponge and place it against GingerÕs seat.
ÒOh, woh! ItÕs cold!Ó Ginger complained.
ÒYour bottom will be warm enough in a minute,Ó Kimber replied.
Lovingly she bathed the tight skin of GingerÕs ass. GingerÕs cheeks
huddled, her legs tried to kick, but it was no use. Kimber spread her small
little cheeks and squeezed water into her crack.
ÒOh, please stop! I feel so wet and COLD!Ó Ginger protested. She
shook her head. Her hair shimmered on her back. It was short and fell
from her shoulders, splitting across her neck, leaving her worse off than
before, for now her entire back, right up to her neck, was bare. Bound to
the table, she had no chance of brushing it back up behind her. She was as
nude as the day she was born, save for her sneakers and straps. Chip
struck the floor with his belt and prepared to begin.
ÒWhy did you give your cherry away to that man in the mat room?Ó
Chip asked Ginger angrily.
ÒOh, I didnÕt! He TOOK it from me!Ó Ginger pleaded.
ÒI donÕt believe you,Ó Chip answered. And to prove it, he struck her
bottom with his strap. Ginger wailed. Her bottom arched higher, the belt
striking the soft underside of her cheeks, lifting her momentarily. Then,
retracting as Ginger howled out her pain, her little cheeks shut tight and
tried to remain forever closed. But, relaxing involuntarily, they rebounded
outward a moment later. They quivered. Ginger began to sob.
Chip rubbed his cock. He couldnÕt help it. She was too beautiful, too
prostrate, too much a creature of his barracks dreams late at night when
he remembered past girlfriends heÕd had when heÕd been a little boy.
Somehow he fought back the need to cum. Still massaging his big prick, he
let Ginger have another crack of the belt.
ÒOooooeeeeee!Ó Ginger yowled. HeÕd given her a hard one, right
across the width of her cheeks. A bright pink line, pinker than the line
that now marked the underside of her bottom, appeared across her white
flesh. Her tanned limbs tugged in her bonds, trying to thrash and break
free. Her head, her chin nestled in the pillow, showing her face to
whomever cared to look in a nearby mirror and see, pivoted about. It was
all useless. She could do nothing. She was wedded to the table more
completely than a turkey on Thanksgiving day. She pleaded through a
shower of tears to be let up, to be let go, to be taken home. Chip struck
her on her bottom again.
ÒYeeeeoooooeeee!Ó Ginger cried. Her seat had three lines now, three
bright pink-red lines that marked her and showed where Chip had made
himself felt by her. She wiggled her tushy and tried to squeeze it shut but
her girlish seat sprang open again, soft and untrained. He gave her
another. She cried more deeply, a long, throaty cry that seemed to come
from down inside her belly. Her cunt offered itself wetly to him, all
moist, ready with the oil sheÕd squirted so carelessly into it. Then
everything had still been tentative and she could challenge him, dare him
to respond. SheÕd only been spanked once, by Dave, and he was not Dave,
and perhaps she thought him weaker than Dave, but now he was proving to
her that he was the greater threat.
THWAAACK! He brought the belt down hard on her ass. She shrieked.
Her bottom, round and pumpkin-like, wobbled redly. He felt as if he might
be carving her up, and indeed he was, for the belt left long pink-red marks
that would not go away for at least a day, perhaps longer. She would sit
tenderly, remembering him.
ÒWhy did you give your cherry to him and not me?Ó Chip thundered.
He felt truly angry, that sheÕd betrayed him somehow, though theyÕd never
even been boyfriend and girlfriend, and were ten years apart in age.
ÒOooooo, I --Ó Ginger wailed, but she never got to finish, for Chip
gave her another stroke, harder still. Then, as he saw a red line appear, he
worried he might have welted her, and he ran forward and suddenly
dropped his belt and kissed her, right on her bottom.
ÒOh! Oh! Oh!Ó Ginger cried and coughed and spilled out new tears on
her pillow. Chip clapped her hips between his big hands and licked and
kissed her small soft bottom. He delved his tongue between her cheeks.
He felt the hole sheÕd denied him, giving it away to another man. He
fucked her in her ass with his tongue. She screamed. She shed new tears,
she broke into hiccups, coughed, begged him to stop. Bending over the
table, he felt his cock press hard against the wood. Wood against wood.
He guessed her nipples were stiff against the table and he hoped he didnÕt
hurt her new, growing breasts by fastening her face down to the table and
beating her with the belt.
Suddenly Chip heard a loud crack. A bright pain made itself felt in
his bottom. He looked up from GingerÕs brightly-hued, wiggling seat. He
felt his own ass gyrate with pain as he looked back behind himself and
saw Kimber armed with his strap.
She tossed her brown mane back from her face. She swung the big
heavy belt. It arched out. It thudded smartly against ChipÕs ass, giving
him another crack even as he watched her. He shouted in pain. His buns
burned. So recently sheÕd sprinkled with soft baby powder, yet now she
was whipping them!
ÒWhat are you doing?Ó Chip bellowed.
ÒWhatÕs good for the goose is good for the gander,Ó Kimber replied.
She smirked at him. ÒHurts, doesnÕt it? HavenÕt you ever done this
before?Ó
ÒNo! IÕve been in the Ar-r-r-m-y!!!Ó Chip hollered. His voice broke
into a yowl of pain as the belt connected again. Still holding GingerÕs
hips, he sensed her bottom wiggling sympathetically beneath his face as
the belt struck. He bent down and kissed her poor scorched nether cheeks
anew, neverminding the belt, loving her, driving his big tongue into her
small tight fanny and fucking the cherry there that heÕd almost had. He
stabbed his tongue into her like a man might ram in his dick, perhaps for
revenge, perhaps to prove to her that even his tongue was better than the
penis of the man sheÕd given herself away to. Suddenly, tearing at her
hands, her neck, he freed her from the iron rings on the table. He yanked
her kicking legs out of the iron rings and she awarded him with a kick in
his groin for the favor. Then, roughly, he drew her back. He wanted to feel
concern for her naked teats dragging across the scuffed table, but he
couldnÕt. He was too desperate. He offered his cock between her legs. She
did not resist. She could not, for he was spreading her legs wide with his
hands, gripping her thighs, as if she were indeed a turkey, and he was in
charge of the stuffing.
The belt stuck his bottom again. His balls swung tightly beneath
him. His buns burned. Kimber showed him no mercy.
ÒHow dare you fuck a little 12-year-old girl?!Ó Kimber shouted at
him from behind. Her voice was high, feminine, but the belt was hard and
she used it without compromise.
ÒNo! No! I--Ó Chip groaned. But of course he did. He rammed
himself right into GingerÕs cunt, her wet drippy cunt that sheÕd squirted
with oil, making herself all slippery for him. She screamed. He ignored
her. He vowed heÕd fuck her bottom just as soon as heÕd driven a few
times into her cunt. But as the clenching tightness of her near virginal
walls closed over him, he knew all was gained and simultaneously lost.
His sperm welled up within him. He fought hard, barely held it back. He
jammed himself hard into GingerÕs small velvety little cunt. She was so
new, so fresh and impossibly tight. She squeezed upon him. He felt like he
was in the softest, yet the tightest of vises. He gained a deep purchase
within her. Then, drawing back, he began to ream her. In and out he
moved, her satin clenching walls sucking at him with each stroke. He
fucked her like a dog might, standing behind her, wagging its tail and
bucking its hips. Yet he had no tail, only a bare hairy ass that Kimber
lashed unmercifully with the belt. His belt, that heÕd chosen, yet now
found used upon him more wickedly than heÕd ever used it on Ginger.
He groaned. He spurted deep into his 12-year-old love. She hollared
at the unexpected bath. It was not bath time yet, but she was receiving
one, right up inside the confines of her cunt. Chip flooding of his cum in
her, filling her, his seed roiling into her womb. He prayed sheÕd taken a
Pill. SheÕd been given some by Annette, but had she actually taken one?
Or had she been two busy eating her two lollipops?
ÒUnnnnnh!Ó Chip squirted himself into her and wondered how heÕd
ever explain himself to her parents if he brought her home pregnant. She
was only 12, her breasts were newly budding, her hips were still small.
ÒWell, she looked like a woman to me,Ó heÕd stammer. ÒLots of women
today wear pigtails!Ó Yes, and they had small breasts too, but hers were
growing so fast she might well be big-chested by the time they returned.
Suddenly he whipped her onto her back. He didnÕt even remove
himself from her. She was young and pliant and he simply wrenched her
legs this way and that and got her around so that she lay on her back.
Then, greedily, ingoring the lashing of the belt on his bottom, he bent and
sucked at her breasts even as he fucked her anew.
ÒOh, woh! Oh, pleassssse!Ó Ginger hissed. But he sucked hard on her
teats, drawing them up, yanking on them with his lips and his mouth. Yes,
they were sweet, and lovely and pink and small and yet delicious. He tried
to suck her entire breast into his mouth, first one, then another, managed
it almost, but she was getting big, so lovely and big, every day her breasts
swelled more, and they had a heaviness now to them that they hadnÕt yet
had two weeks ago when heÕd fucked her in AnnetteÕs bed.
ÒAh! Ah! Ah!Ó Ginger cried. He let go of her breasts and set about
the grim duty of fucking her a second time. Incredibly, he was still hard.
He rammed himself into her, standing over her, Kimber dropping the belt in
admiration of his vigor, perhaps a little frightened as she watched. For he
was soldier-like now. He was no longer a desperate boy but a grown man,
doing his duty. With GingerÕs small hips wedged between his hands, he
rammed his loins repeatedly into hers. He stabbed, she received. They
were both well oiled. They worked together like a machine. She gasped
and tossed her head from side to side and her small arms beat aimlessly,
her little legs kicked, but she was utterly helpless and he sensed she
loved her helplessness, and perhaps wished it could last forever.
For long minutes the tableux continued. He pummeled her. She
recieved him. Her sucking depths drew hard on him with each stroke.
Kimber, impressed, got down behind him and began kissing his bottom. She
squeezed his balls. Perhaps she feared he would overdo it, fucking little
Ginger, for he showed no sign of cuming. Kimber twisted his testicles.
She bent between his hairy legs and nibbled and licked at them.
ÒNo, donÕt!Ó Chip begged. But she would not stop. She squeezed his
sac encouragingly.
ÒCum. DonÕt injure her, dear. SheÕs only 12,Ó Kimber murmured.
Chip cried out. The combined effects of the two of them was too much for
him. With a lusty shout he shot off. His seed thundered into Ginger and
she moaned and cried out and beat her arms, and bucked her hips against
his. He felt her small feet bang into his buttocks and press hard against
him.
ÒYes! Yes! Yes!Ó Ginger cried. ChipÕs cries joined hers and he
spermed he for what seemed like an eternity.
When at last he was spent, he picked her up from the table. He held
her by her small scorched cheeks. She fell limply against him. For a
moment he feared she was dead. But then her head stirred and she planted
a small childÕs kiss on his cheek, next to his mouth.
ÒI love you,Ó he breathed in her ear.
ÒI hate you,Ó she replied in a gurgly voice.
ÒThereÕs a bed upstairs. Would you like to sleep?Ó Kimber asked
Chip.
ÒI guess so. How much does it cost?Ó Chip asked.
ÒNothing if you fuck me with that fine dick when you get hard
again,Ó Kimber answered.
ÒThatÕs a deal,Ó Chip said. He carried his little charge from the
dungeon. Kimber gathered up their clothes from both dressing rooms. Men
were coming down the stairs to play pool in the den as he mounted them,
carrying Ginger. They stared, said nothing.
ÒHe had to teach his little sister a few things,Ó Kimber explained.
She was naked as a jaybird and they stared at her even more avidly.
ÒOh,Ó a man said. He was carrying a pool stick. He nudged Kimber
between her legs.
ÒNot now, guys. Later,Ó she said. ÒIÕll send some girls down to play
pool with you.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó they answered.
Upstairs, in a small bedroom that had perhaps once been a childÕs
room, Chip collapsed on a narrow bed with his love. She sighed. He kissed
her. She nuzzled his nose with hers.
ÒHereÕs some salve for both your bottoms when youÕre ready for it,Ó
Kimber said to them. ÒIÕve got chores to do, sorry. Let me know before
you go, Chip, and IÕll write the whole thing off for you,Ó she winked.
ÒOkay,Ó Chip breathed. He felt utterly spent. He pressed himself
against GingerÕs small body and, both of them naked, they fell asleep atop
the white sheets of the bed.
Ginger ate two more lollipops on the drive home.
ÒI hope you remembered to take a Pill,Ó Chip said to her. He was
sitting at a slight angle in the driverÕs seat. Ginger sat on a pillow.
ÒWhy did you have to fuck her before we left?Ó Ginger asked.
ÒShe asked me to. It meant I didnÕt have to pay her.Ó
ÒSo? DonÕt you have any money?Ó Ginger asked accusingly.
ÒI do, but, you know, I need it for other things,Ó he answered.
ÒNot for me?Ó Ginger asked.
ÒSure, I can spend some on you. God knows, youÕre zooming right
through those lollipops.Ó
ÒOh, yeah. Well, theyÕre pretty good,Ó she said, gazing at the big
orange one she was licking. ÒCould you get me some Gummi Bears before
you take me home?Ó
ÒUh, sure,Ó Chip replied. ÒOh, thereÕs a license plate from Montana,Ó
he said.
ÒYeah, letÕs count them up together and see how many we get,Ó she
offered.
ÒCool.Ó He said. ÒBut you keep track of the number. IÕm driving.Ó
ÒDonÕt worry. I have my Hello Kitty note pad here someplace,Ó
Ginger said. She laid her lollipop on his dashboard and began digging
through her purse.
ÒHey, donÕt do that!Ó he cried.
ÒWhat?Ó
ÒYour fucking lollipop will get stuck to my dashboard!Ó
Ruefully she picked it up. It was wet and sticky and she had to pry it
loose. ÒItÕs not a ÔfuckingÕ lollipop, itÕs an ÔorangeÕ lollipop,Ó she
corrected him. She gave it another big lick. ÒLetÕs not count license
plates. I want to eat this, okay? I canÕt do two things at once,Ó she said.
ÒOkay,Ó Chip agreed.
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