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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
LUSTÕS LAIR
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Chapter Two
Poor Jill, already the smallest and youngest, was now made to stand
in a corner all by herself. The barn was large and brooding. Its rafters
were high, remote. A smell of hay hung on the air, as if they were all just
animals, no better than the horses, and quite possibly worse.
Angela and Beth made no attempt to clean Jill. They walked over to
where she stood, bereft of Rob, her knees unsteady and quivering from
being so harshly fucked. A puddle of her pee lay on the rubber-matted
floor around and between her feet. She stood in it in her high heels. They
were open toed but the soles were just thick enough to keep her toes from
being wet by her pee. But her pee had splashed the insides of her thighs as
she wet herself. And RobÕs sperm bubbled from her slit, running in
globuled rivulets down the insides of her legs.
Angela and Beth took hold of Jill by her shoulders. Jill had very
narrow shoulders, small and quite frail looking. The womenÕs touch on her
shoulders made her shiver and her bosoms, still stiff-nippled with desire
and excitement, trembled on her chest. Her breasts were in fact the only
part of her that was large. All the rest of her body was small and petite,
or perhaps not quite full-grown yet, but her breasts were big and balloon-
like, gourd heavy, and they had been an embarrassment to her from the day
sheÕd begun growing them in the fifth grade. She watched them bounce
with her steps as she was pushed forward by Angela and Beth.
ÒWeÕll have to do something about those big wiggly boobs of yours,Ó
Angela purred maliciously. The dark-haired woman watched JillÕs teats
with cunning jealousy. She and Beth shoved Jill hard as they walked. Jill
stumbled in her heels and almost fell, which caused her tits to jostle
exceedingly.
Beth still held the penis whip.
ÒIÕm going to discipline those boobs of yours,Ó Beth said sweetly to
Jill. As they continued to push her across the barn, past all the awful
farm machinery with the sparkling blades and the sex devices, the two
types of equipment looking remarkably similar in many respects, and quite
confusing to Jill, Beth struck her tits. The little whip that had flogged
JillÕs lover, castigating his balls, now slashed across her breasts.
ÒOh! DonÕt!Ó Jill cried. Tears welled up in her eyes almost instantly
as the penis whip landed across her bouncy teats. Beth and Angela
laughed. Red streaks appeared across the white flesh of JillÕs precious
bosoms, the breasts she was so embarrassed about and yet so proud of.
The elbow restraint theyÕd fitted her into, the gear belt with its cuffs,
held her arms straight down by her sides. It even bent her back a little, so
that she was forced to display her breasts proudly even as Beth sliced into
them with the whip.
ÒYNNNNNNGH!Ó Jill shouted as a stroke landed right across one of her
uprisen nipples. The blow caused her to shake her bosoms lustily. She
felt like a cat plunged into water, trying to shake it off. She gazed down
at the bare dainty tip as soon as sheÕd finished screaming. She was scared
theyÕd whipped it off somehow. It burned exceedingly from the blow.
They pushed her again. She would have fallen this time but Angela,
reaching forward at the last minute and cursing her, caught her by her
hair. As soon as sheÕd regained her balance Beth struck her again with the
whip. She aimed for JillÕs other exposed teat, the very tip, and Jill
screamed as the whip connected.
Both JillÕs perfect nipples now burned from the wicked little lash
and she threw her head back, shaking her bosoms as hard as she could, and
cried out a sobbing, woeful moan. Angela palmed her bottom as she cried
aloft to the rafters and she knew it would be next.
They pushed her forward again. Stumbling, Jill bounced off the edge
of a big piece of farm machinery.
ÒOwwww!Ó she cried as her hip was bruised by it.
ÒOh, poor dear! Now look what youÕve done!Ó Beth scolded Angela.
She dropped at once to her knees and placed her fingers upon the bruise
and rubbed it gently. Angela, though less concerned for JillÕs welfare,
ceased shoving and pushing her. Beth kissed the bruise on JillÕs hip. Her
lipstick left a mark upon it. She rose and kissed JillÕs cheek.
ÒCome, dear, you are too fragile,Ó Angela said to Jill. She pushed her
forward again, more gently. As Jill was urged forward she managed to
turn and glance back at her boyfriend. He was being untied by Rob, but
despite her screams he seemed utterly unaware of her plight. Instead, as
Rob leaned over him to undo him, he joked with the man. He seemed
mesmerized by RobÕs pants and Rob seemed equally interested in DaveÕs
ordeal upon the horse. They both sported lengthening penises. They looked
excited by the closeness of their bodies and their genitals. RobÕs cock
brushed DaveÕs and the two of them shared a mutual shudder. Carefully
Rob altered his stance so as not to bump his genitals against DaveÕs again.
Yet the work was intimate and he was forced to lean over the other man
and breathe down upon him. Constantly he had to remember where his
penis was, and it was so big, like a sausage, that it seemed to have an
independent mind of its own. Dave shifted his hips on the cushion as best
he could to keep his own stiffening cock out of the way of RobÕs. As Jill
watched through tear-stained eyes their cocks, despite their best
intentions, banged together again. The men laughed lamely but then shared
a glance that seemed full of potential. It was not a potential that
included her.
ÒHurry dear. You are too pokey,Ó Angela said, not wanting to shove
Jill again, for fear of hurting her, but nonetheless giving her an insistent
forward push. JillÕs eyes were torn away from her boyfriend and she was
forced to look ahead of herself once more to keep from stumbling. Beth
brought the whip down again on her bosoms. She might be solicitious of
unplanned bruises and bumps but she had no intention of letting JillÕs
sexual parts be spared. Jill howled as the crop bit into her fleshy cones.
ÒOhhhh! It hurts!Ó Jill pleaded.
ÒSuch sexy little boobs,Ó Beth replied, and hit her again, harder,
watching wide-eyed as the tiny crop smacked Jill hard. It left red streaks
across her bouncy white flesh. They looked like tracks made in the snow
by a bleeding animal.
As the women shoved Jill forward, delighting in her wiggles as she
suffered under their blows, their own bare asses rolled salaciously. They
were both hungry for love. AngelaÕs slit leather dress flipped jauntily
against her bare bottom. Between its open halves her crack could be seen.
It was warm and inviting. Below the lowermost cheeks of her bottom,
seen through her slit dress, was a small tuft of pubic hair, lining her wet
lips. Across from Jill, BethÕs every step contained a waggle of
desperation. SheÕd spent all afternoon riding with Rob, her steed galloping
powerfully beneath her. TheyÕd necked in the woods and sheÕd seen him
fuck Jill and she herself had whipped DaveÕs cock until heÕd spurted onto
her tummy. Now her need was intense and she could barely contain her
emotions as she flicked the penis whip down upon JillÕs poor teats. She
realized she was hitting the girlÕs breasts harder than she wished, causing
her excessive pain, but she couldnÕt help herself. With a glance at Angela
she slipped a hand between her legs. She rubbed her pussy, hoping to give
it a little relief. It only enflamed her more. Her fingers were just that,
her own, and slender and delicate, when what she wanted was a big meaty
penis.
ÒOWOOOOOO!Ó Poor Jill howled as the crop caught one of her nipples
again. She shrieked but nobody paid attention. Only the horse looked over,
the horse next to the corner which she was now shoved into. Rudely her
breasts, with their sensitive nipples, bumped against the rough-hewn
wood. She glanced down at her breasts with deep anxiety. Had she caught
splinters in her nipples? She howled again, throwing her head back. The
horse whinnied sympathetically.
ÒStrap her in,Ó Angela commanded Beth. The two of them bent and
grabbed JillÕs bare legs. They pulled her knees apart, roughly, not minding
her pleas. The wall formed a vee, as this was a corner, and they latched
her knees into rings set apart from each other on the two joined walls of
the barn. The effect was to force Jill to squat, not in a deep bend but in a
partial, standing squat, with her knees drawn far apart and latched to the
barn walls. She looked as if she was squatting to pee, a camper in the
forest intent on relieving herself in the bushes. Beside her the elbow
restraint kept her arms firmly beside her hips. She couldnÕt bring her
hands round in front of her or reach back to defend her bottom.
ÒDid you know that when you are hanged the first thing that happens
is that you defecate and release your bladder?Ó Angela asked Jill
conversationally. The remark made Jill so frightened she couldnÕt even
scream. Breathless, she watched as Angela brought a collar to her neck
and buckled it. It was a big chevron collar and it lifted up JillÕs chin so
that she couldnÕt look down at her bosoms. She could barely move her head
at all. Next Angela put a bar between the front of JillÕs collar and the
corner where the two walls of the barn met. It was a short bar, no more
than a foot long, and Jill snapped it into place so that it stuck straight out
from the corner and held Jill fixed in place.
Jill gasped at her posture. She was half standing, half squatting.
Her elbows were fixed to her waist. Her throat was bound in a collar that
kept her chin up. Her neck was bound to the wall by a short metal bar.
Jill wept mournfully. Her titties stung from the whip. Her legs
were slathered with RobÕs semen and her own pee stained the insides of
her thighs. Behind her, she felt her bottom all bare and exposed in the cool
air of the barn. She squeezed her ass cheeks and knew they would be the
next to suffer. It was indeed rough sex, and she wished dearly she were
back at home with her mom and going to school like she was supposed to,
instead of dating older men.
Now the moment of truth had come. All her motherÕs warnings had
been borne out, she realized, and she should never have talked to strangers
or let nice men give her rides home from school. Oprah Winfrey had been
right. Big older men like Dave needed more than just a kiss and a pet. Jill
shivered and howled again for her lover but he was nowhere to be seen.
Least of all when one was faced into a corner.
ÒWeÕre going to gag you for your first whipping,Ó Beth told Jill
quietly. Without waiting for JillÕs response, even for some little hint of
permission, Beth placed a gag over JillÕs mouth. It was a soft canvas gag
but she wedged it into JillÕs mouth so that it pushed her tongue way back
and filled her mouth. When Beth had tied the gag behind JillÕs head she
placed a finger under JillÕs nose to make sure she could still breathe.
ÒThere. That should keep you quiet,Ó Beth grinned.
JillÕs cunny felt open and awake. She had just finished receiving Rob
but already she could feel the emptiness between her legs, the utter
vulnerability of her slit, and she wished her lover would rescue her and
feed his length into her womb. Instead she heard Angela drawing a
slithering strap across her palm.
ÒIÕm going to hit you as hard as I can,Ó Angela said to Jill. ÒItÕs a
broad strap. It isnÕt thin, that would be too cruel for a novice like
yourself. But since itÕs broad I do need to give it a hearty swing so it
really makes contact and leaves something behind for you to contemplate.
Beth, sheÕll sting more if sheÕs wet. Wash down her bottom. DonÕt worry
about cleaning her thighs. We can do that later. Just get some water, over
there, the fresh water the servant left for the horse to drink, and wet her
behind down for me.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Beth said. Walking loosely, with a sensuous gait borne of
her rising desires, Beth flounced over to the horseÕs bucket. The horse had
just put his big head down to drink from it. Cautiously she urged his head
up and stole the bucket out from under him. She spied a sponge lying in
the hay, used to wash him, and she picked it up.
As Jill wiggled her bottom, trying to escape, Beth knelt down behind
her with the bucket and sponge. She wet the sponge and then laved it
across the jutting spheres of JillÕs bottom. Jill tried to protest but the
gag blocked all sound. Only a few desperate puffs of breath could be heard
exhaling in protest from her pug nose. Beth kissed JillÕs bottom when she
had wet it. Then, rising, her own heavy breasts swinging beneath her as
she lifted up the bucket, she stepped back.
Angela sized up the target before her. It was female, the bottom
round and alluring and much too wiggly, in her opinion, for a girl who was
already 17 and on the brink of womanhood. JillÕs back was straight,
curved back a little by her elbow restraints. Her hair hung down her back
and whisked from side to side as she twisted her head and her hips and
tried to escape her bonds.
ÒPut up her hair. She has a lovely back,Ó Angela told Beth. The
woman, who was blonde like Jill but older, stepped forward again and did
up JillÕs hair. She plucked from her own loosely pinned-up hair several
hairpins. She put them into JillÕs hair to keep it aloft. When she stepped
back, JillÕs slim straight back offered itself. Every rib could be seen on
the slim girlÕs back, and beneath her back orbed her bottom, white and
unmarked. Her legs, bare as the rest of her, quivered beneath her.
ÒShe has only ever been spanked. By her boyfriendÕs hand,Ó Angela
said to Beth.
ÒHow delicious,Ó Beth smiled.
There was loose hay on the floor in this part of the barn. Angela let
her belt dip in it and stir it. The floor was dirt. The rubber-matted
portion ended some feet behind them. Angela lifted the belt tip out of the
dirt. She drew her arm back in a broad looping stroke and then let it fly
forward.
SLAP! The belt made contact with JillÕs bare seat. JillÕs neck
strained in her collar and her bottom retracted under the blow, then
arched out again in a rebound. A silent scream could be seen trying to
break from her. JillÕs ribs rose gasping and then fell again. Where the
belt had struck her a broad red mark cut across her bottom.
Angela let Jill savor the sting. There was no hurry. They could play
all night if they wished, and all day. They could unfasten JillÕs gag and
feed her in place if they wished, never letting her go. She could eat and
pee just as she was. The strap would keep her exercised. She could sleep
in her bonds, standing up.
Angela glanced at Beth. Guiltily the woman had put a finger to her
slit and begun massaging herself. Angela smiled. She might have punished
Beth for that, but instead she put a finger to her own cleft and began to
pleasure herself. Together they watched JillÕs ass as Angela drew back
her belt and struck Jill again.
Meanwhile, Rob had managed to free Dave from the horse. With idle
concern he watched as Dave got up, swinging his legs down off the horse,
his penis stiff and his balls jostling beneath him.
ÒHowÕs it feel to be off that insidious bar?Ó Rob asked Dave. HeÕd
ridden the horse once, earlier in the month. Angela had used it to break
him in before a night spent serving both herself and Beth.
ÒItÕs tough,Ó Dave admitted. He reached down between his legs and
gingerly rubbed his balls. ÒIÕll survive, though.Ó
ÒYouÕd better. Angela has big plans for your gonads, I can assure
you.Ó
ÒIÕm sure she does,Ó Dave replied. ÒHowÕs your dick feel after being
jammed up inside my little whoreÕs twat?Ó
ÒShe is some package of T&A,Ó Rob grinned. ÒWhere did you find
her?Ó
ÒAt a high school, where else?Ó
ÒSo, you just drove up and stole her, or what?Ó Rob felt his penis
stiffening even as he spoke of the girl.
ÒI asked her if she wanted to see the world. ...And my cock, of
course.Ó
ÒYeah. Well, now sheÕs seen mine too,Ó Rob answered.
ÒSheÕll probably see a lot before sheÕs through. I love her to death
but sheÕs so, you know, whiney. You know how young girls are. She always
needs to be pleased. Everything is Ôoh so and so,Õ Ôthis and that.Õ And sheÕs
not quite sure. Except, of course, when she is. Then sheÕs quite
demanding. I always have to buy her stuff and sheÕs always delighted, of
course, for five minutes, and then she wants more.Ó
ÒSo what do you buy her, toys and lollipops?Ó Rob asked.
ÒNo,Ó Dave answered. He was trying to have an intelligent
conversation about the pitfalls of young girls but the other man only made
jokes.
ÒWell, theyÕre keeping her quiet, over there in the corner,Ó Rob said.
Both men felt like they were in a locker room. They were mostly
naked, Rob wearing an incongrous leather cape and pants, plus boots, Dave
naked, having taken his shoes off to get his feet into the ÔhorseÕsÕ stirrups.
ÒYou want a beer? You look like you could use a beer,Ó Rob offered.
ÒOkay, yeah, that would be great,Ó Dave replied. Rob let him walk
ahead of him, toward the back of the barn. It was a small, accidental
thing, but Dave felt strangely naked and possessed walking through the
farm equipment ahead of Rob. He was aware of the nudity of his ass and
he could feel it grinding absently behind him as he walked. He felt
exposed, yet heÕd been bare with other men before, and he certainly wasnÕt
gay. Yet with Rob behind him, wearing those unusual pants that framed
and proffered his penis, Dave felt inferior. It wasnÕt a threatening
feeling, just a feeling of being in the presence of a more dominant male, a
man dressed in black with a black cape. Rob was beefy and Dave guessed
Rob might be able to best him in a struggle. But he didnÕt want to struggle
against Rob, somehow. He reached back and brushed his hands against his
bare ass and told himself heÕd done it to avoid some equipment he had to
pass between, to keep his arms from banging against it, but when Rob, who
was bigger, passed between the equipment after him Rob didnÕt need to
pull back his arms to fit through.
The men reached the dressing room area. There was a soft
upholstered chair, only one, and there was a bale of hay. Rob motioned for
Dave to have the chair. Dave considered a moment, wishing to show his
refusal by taking the bale of hay instead, but then decided Rob had the
pants and he didnÕt, and the hay looked prickly, so he sat down on the chair.
Of course after he sat down on the chair he remembered, looking at Rob
from behind, that Rob had no seat in his pants.
Rob popped open two beers and brought them over to where Dave was
sitting.
ÒDid your girlfriend ever pour cold beer on your dick?Ó Rob asked
Dave.
ÒHuh? No,Ó Dave replied, but as he looked up Rob doused his big
meaty penis with beer.
ÒYeeow! ThatÕs cold,Ó Dave shouted. Then, with Rob laughing,
standing over him, he was forced to laugh himself. He felt nervous and
unsure and watched as Rob gave him another shot of beer, pouring it over
his stiff cock and letting it run down below to bathe and drip off his balls.
ÒThat should soothe you a little after your horse ride,Ó Rob said.
Quite casually he added, ÒHave you ever been buggered?Ó
ÒHuh? No,Ó Dave answered. Rob passed him the beer that heÕd used
to wet his penis with. Dave accepted it and drank somewhat self-
consciously from it.
ÒAngela says before I leave here IÕve got to fuck someone up the
ass,Ó Rob said. ÒI mean, itÕs not like, you know...Ó his voice trailed off. ÒI
just noticed that if I had to fuck an ass, it might be yours IÕd prefer.Ó
ÒWell, thanks,Ó Dave said sardonically. He finished off his beer.
ÒWant another?Ó Rob asked.
ÒNot if it winds up on my dick.Ó
ÒTell me it didnÕt feel good to have some good old fashioned Heiniken
poured over your balls after sitting on top of that horse.Ó
ÒOkay, it felt good, but I still didnÕt like it,Ó Dave replied.
ÒSo, you have a drippy dick now, is that it?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Dave answered.
Rob got them both more beer and even opened DaveÕs can for him but
he didnÕt pour any more beer on his upstanding penis. He sat down on the
matted floor and the two men gazed absently at each otherÕs penises.
ÒI think yours is thicker than mine,Ó Dave said.
ÒWell yours is longer, I think,Ó Rob replied. He was sitting in such a
way that he was given an unrestriced view up within DaveÕs open legs.
Dave didnÕt bother to close his legs. To do so might have seemed feminine.
Jill, meanwhile, was suffering her torment without the benefit of
her lover, or any man, observing it. She could only twist her head a little
to see out of the corner of her eyes, but it became obvious, from only the
female sounds she heard behind her, that she was utterly alone with only
two women to help her. And one of them kept hitting her with a belt.
Oh, where was her lover? Jill asked herself. The belt slammed into
her bottom again and she leapt as best she could, but the knee restraints
kept her wide open and securely fixed to the floor. She tossed back her
head but could hear nothing issuing from her throat. She screamed but the
air was silent.
The belt hurt! Each swathing stroke of it across her sent spasms of
pain deep into her soft tender heiney. She felt like she had a sun-ripened
peach for a bottom that had spent too much time out in the blazing
orchard. Above her back quavered, fearing a similar treatment, while her
thighs, bent underneath her, could just as easily fall victim. Yet the belt
remained on her fanny, which spared the rest of her but made her butt hurt
all the worse.
As if the belt on her bottom were not enough, JillÕs tits still stung
remorsefully from the misapplied penis whip. Her nipples burned, yet they
remained resolutely stiff, as if inviting kisses and suckling. Her breasts
were crisscrossed with hot red marks. Her tummy heaved below, in and
out, first a concave hollow and then a bulging little mound. Jill worried
that she was pregnant with RobÕs seed. And between her legs, still sore
from being fucked, she wished to have another; her lover, this time, or
even one of those rough men sheÕd passed on her way to the barn. Perhaps
they would come in and feed her and take care of her, like they did for the
horses. She would ask them to ride her.
ÒOh! DonÕt be cruel to her,Ó Beth begged. A particularly wicked
stroke sliced into JillÕs bottom and made her head fling back and her ass
gyrate ridiculously. Even as she spoke, though, Beth rubbed her own slit
all the harder, watching. Angela palmed her cunny and considered the
damage. Jill was quite red in back. She would be sore for at least a day,
if not more. She longed to torture her all night but she didnÕt want to
frighten the girl into leaving. A determined girl and her lover might slip
away, whatever AngelaÕs precautions.
ÒAlright,Ó Angela sighed. She gave Jill one final smack, especially
hard, to leave the girl with something to remember her by. With
frustration she massaged her cunt as she watched Jill dance with renewed
energy. How she would love to harness that girlÕs liveliness and put it to
work quenching her ardor! She motioned to Beth to free Jill. Beth rushed
up to Jill and kissed the girl repeatedly on her face and then untied her
gag.
ÒWhat if you tear my rectal tissue?Ó Dave asked.
ÒDonÕt worry, I wonÕt,Ó Rob replied. He prodded DaveÕs bottom with
his cockhead. ÒSpread yourself for me,Ó he ordered. Dave, wincing a little
at the contact, threw his face and shoulders onto the floor and reached
back and spread his ass with both hands. The two men were kneeling on
the black-matted floor, Rob behind Dave, Rob upright on his knees and Dave
well-bent to allow the other man entry into his butt.
Jill shrieked at the sight. Together with Beth and Angela, holding
her poor swollen bottom as she walked, sheÕd threaded her way back to the
dressing room in search of the men. She herself was an anal virgin, and
pledged sheÕd never allow anyone to pop her cherry. Yet here was her
boyfriend, about to lose his own anal virginity!
ÒOw!Ó Dave groaned.
ÒQuiet. ItÕs obviously going to hurt a little,Ó Rob said. He thrust his
cock, gleaming with vaseline, into DaveÕs butt. Dave rocked forward and
Rob had to catch his hips and pull him back onto his erection.
ÒMan, I donÕt like this!Ó
ÒIt has to be done. You have to be buggered and I have to bugger
someone,Ó Rob said.
ÒWell let me do the buggering then!Ó Dave answered. Then he gave a
deep moan as RobÕs cock wedged more fully into him, the head splitting his
anal ring wide and sliding up inside DaveÕs hole.
ÒYouÕve got to be both buggerer and buggeree, so donÕt complain,Ó Rob
said. ÒIÕm doing this as gently as I can.Ó
ÒNo yo0Õre not!Ó Dave howled. Rob shoved himself hard and DaveÕs
eyes popped wide as he felt himself impaled on his friendÕs cock.
ÒOh, stop them! Please!!!Ó Jill cried.
ÒYes, my dear, and youÕll lose your anal cherry too,Ó Angela smiled at
Jill.
ÒOh, I canÕt! I mustnÕt!Ó Jill pleaded. But Beth slipped round behind
her and, with JillÕs eyes fixed on her boyfriend, she began to pry her
fingers into JillÕs bottom.
Jill no longer wore the elbow restraints, just the gear belt. It was
useful to catch hold of her when she tried to squirm away, as she did now.
Beth hooked a finger into the back of the girlÕs belt. She pulled Jill rudely
back and then began enquiring again between her cheeks with her free
hand. Although Jill cried for her to stop, she did not interfere. She kept
her hands firmly planted over her bottomcheeks, as if protecting them, yet
she left Beth to work her way between the cheeks, where the true
treasure lay. In front of Jill Angela held her by her collar and kissed her
face. AngelaÕs fingers slipped between JillÕs legs and toyed inside her
sex.
JillÕs gasps increased. She puffed with pleasure as she was invaded
everywhere, AngelaÕs tongue in her mouth, her fingerÕs in her snatch, and
Beth, behind her, exploring in her virgin bottom. Meanwhile, the cries of
her lover assailed her ears as he was fucked by Rob.
ÒWhere shall we put her?Ó Beth asked. SheÕd managed to get a finger
up inside Jill and she could feel the girl, though tightening herself, was
ready.
ÒThe floor will have to do,Ó Angela said. She drew Jill down by her
hair and pushed the girl onto the floor. ÒHold her while I get a cock,Ó she
said.
Though the two men both sported penises beside them, they were
engaged, and so Angela got herself a strap-on dildo from the wall to fuck
Jill with. Beth held the girl down with a knee in her back. Jill kept her
hands protectively over her bottom, lying face down on the floor, but she
did not cover the most essential part, the furrow between. Nonetheless
her cheeks squeezed tightly to make her buttcrack as small and
inconspicuous as possible.
Angela fitted herself with a strap on dildo and Beth had to rise up to
help her. Yet Jill did not move. She remained on the floor, whimpering a
little. She watched her lover, beside her, as he himself received a cock in
his ass. Then, firmly ensconsed in a cock-halter, Angela knelt down
behind Jill and bade the girl rise and offer her bottom.
Awkwardly, trying to protect her nether cheeks with her hands and
yet also obeying, Jill got to her knees. Beth fetched a small cushion and
put it under JillÕs face. Jill wept remorsefully into the cushion as she
felt Angela lift her hands off her tushy.
ÒOh! We forgot the vaseline!Ó Beth said. She rose up and dashed to a
shelf along the wall and returned with a big jar. She knelt down beside
Angela. As Jill waited, patiently, balling her fists beside the childish
cheeks of her face, Beth lubed up AngelaÕs fake phallus.
ÒNow, little one, youÕre going to get quite a treat up your ass,Ó
Angela laughed when the cock was finally ready. Beside her Rob reamed
DaveÕs ass. The man had exceptional stamina and both Angela and Beth
cast a wistful glance at him, wishing heÕd saved himself for them.
ÒItÕs best they learn all aspects of loving,Ó Angela said to Beth.
ÒYes. It will help them love us better,Ó Beth replied.
BethÕs hands parted JillÕs twin nether cheeks. Jill could feel a cool
brisk passing of air wash over her where ususally she was comfortably
closed.
ÒThere. There it is,Ó Beth said, and managed to poke a finger right
against JillÕs anus while still holding her wide apart.
ÒI can see it. ItÕs not so small I canÕt see it,Ó Angela laughed.
ÒWell she is quite small and tight,Ó Beth warned. ÒI could just get
my finger in her.Ó
ÒIÕll manage, I think,Ó Angela said.
Jill hooted loudly as Angela prodded within her cheeks. The touch of
the vaselined cockhead was cold and slimy. Angela gave a little shove
with her hips and tested the resistance of JillÕs anal ring.
ÒGod, she is tight,Ó Angela remarked.
ÒA virgin,Ó Beth grinned, adding a little grunt as she held JillÕs
cheeks open and Angela gave another shove with her hips.
ÒOh God no please!!!Ó Jill cried, but it was quite futile, as one stab
led to another and then, her anal ring giving a little, a deeper penetration
ensued. Beside her Rob continued to shaft within Dave, the two of them
rocking in unison. Helpfully Rob, feeling his own cum about to burst forth,
reached around and gripped hold of Dave to jack him to an ejaculation of
his own.
ÒIn, dammit!Ó Angela grunted. She shoved her hips forward to a
pleading refusing cry from Jill. The dildo began to make headway in the
girlÕs ass.
ÒItÕs going too far up!Ó Jill shouted. Beth laughed. She kept JillÕs
cheeks wide apart. The girlÕs hind cheeks flexed in her hands, trying to
escape.
ÒYouÕre making my fingers tired,Ó Beth said to Jill. She wished the
girl would be less exciteable. Jill rotated her round cheeks and huffed and
puffed and shouted again that sheÕd taken more than she could of the dildo.
ÒYou can take more than two inches, dear,Ó Angela said dryly. She
gave another push with her hips and smiled. Her pokings were driving
deeper and deeper now. ÒKeep her wide open,Ó she warned Beth.
ÒMy hands are getting tired!Ó Beth complained.
ÒIn and out now, dearest,Ó Angela warned Jill. Having gone up as far
as she dared in such a young, inexperienced girl, she now began to draw
back. Jill uttered a giant sigh of relief. Then, nearly losing the head of
the phallus, but keeping it still just within her, Angela rocked forward
again.
It was a deep long fuck and Jill howled in protest as she felt the
lubed shaft rise up inside her. Beside her, more mature and cooperative,
but just as stuffed, her boyfriend felt a hot flood of jism enter his
bowels. He shouted as Rob began jacking his cock, forcing an emission
from his own penis even as his bowels received one.
The men huffed and puffed in their pleasure, oblivious to poor Jill.
Angela began to shaft her with regular, even strokes, each a little more
desperate than the last, for Angela could hardly stand to have the cock-
harness on. As men groaned out their pleasure she was unable to even
touch herself. The harness passed between her legs, acting as a kind of
chastity belt. Beth, beside her, had to keep both hands on JillÕs bottom to
keep her receptive. BethÕs hips gyrated madly, desperate at the sound of
the orgasming men, but receiving nothing between her own legs save the
cool nighttime air.
ÒOoooweeee! Take it out!Ó Jill begged.
ÒOh, for GodÕs sake shut up!Ó Angela cried. She lunged at JillÕs
bottom, splitting it anew with her indriving dildo. How she wished she
were in JillÕs place! Instead she was forced to be the male, while two
men beside her played games with themselves. Beth shared her madness.
The blonde tossed back her head and pinched JillÕs hot bottom. She rocked
her bare hips back and forth, wishing for pleasure, watching as AngelaÕs
hips rocked to bugger Jill.
ÒPlay with yourself, silly!Ó Beth said to Jill. How stupid of the girl
to keep her fists balled by her face. At BethÕs insistence, Jill reached
back underneath herself and tentatively touched her pussy. Finding she
liked it, she began to masturbate herself even as she continued to beg for
Angela to quit buggering her ass.
ÒOooh! Oooch! Ooooh!Ó Jill cried in explosive little gasps. Beth
pinched her bottom and spread her rubbery cheeks as wide as she could.
Angela rammed her with the dildo, like a man, but with female grace and
female wickedness. She pinched JillÕs thighs and rammed the girl hard to
make up for her own deprivation.
At last, her lover spent and lying beside her with Rob still inside
him, his dick slowly shrinking, Jill came. She burst explosively over her
fingers and shuddered on the long shaft that buggered her ass. She felt
like a spitted pig. She needed only an apple between her teeth to make her
complete. When her cries of pleasure finally subsided Angela withdrew.
The woman ripped off the cock harness, Beth helpfully kneeling between
her legs to help her. Then the two of them tumbled into each otherÕs arms
on the floor. For a few desperate moments they kissed. Then Angela
rolled Beth beneath her and turned around so they could engage in a 69.
With Jill watching, spent on the floor, and Dave and Rob relaxing, Rob only
now withdrawing himself from DaveÕs butt, Angela and Beth licked each
otherÕs muffs to a shattering climax.
Jill expected the party to be over then. Rob and Dave seemed eager
to see it called to a close, both of them having cum twice. Angela and
Beth had found satisfaction, albeit belatedly, and with each other, but
nonetheless attaining their climaxes. Jill herself had cum over her own
fingers, in front of her boyfriend, and in the arms of Rob. The five of them
lay sprawled on the floor, feeling the warmth of their bodies and the
agreeable satiation that settled over them. Jill tossed her head and felt
her hiney-hole and smiled at Rob. He grinned at her. She looked at Dave
and, when he smiled at her, she blew him a kiss. Then she closed her eyes
and waited for someone to scoop her up and carry her to bed.
But Angela had higher expectations. She got up and went to the wall
and fetched a bullwhip. Jill heard Beth gasp and opened her eyes. She
stared with fright as Angela strode back over to them, whisking the long
whip along the floor and snapping it at them.
ÒI want both you men to rise to the occasion one more time,Ó she
smiled wickedly.
ÒAngela,Ó Rob whined. Dave just stared at the whip.
ÒDonÕt worry, IÕll help you both get it up again,Ó she said. ÒIÕm going
to whip you into shape!Ó Beth, perhaps to avoid being struck by the whip,
for it dangled close to where she was lying, got up. She went to the
dressing room and returned with a stylish policemanÕs cap. She gave it to
Angela.
ÒWhy thank you, Beth,Ó Angela nodded, placing the cap on her head.
Beth helped her ajust it to a cocky angle. It was too big for her and it
made her look childish, but the men were entranced. Quietly Jill got up
and slipped back behind Angela so she could stay clear of the whip.
ÒMen, IÕm going to ask you to cooperate,Ó Angela said. ÒI promise
you this whipping will make you both hard again. Beth and Jill will tie you
up, so I can begin. I wouldnÕt want you to change your minds halfway
through,Ó she smiled.
Jill hated to see her lover whipped and yet the thought of it
entranced her. At AngelaÕs command she leapt to her loverÕs side and
helped pull him up off the floor. He rose desultorily, his cock hanging
down exhausted, his butt aching from being fucked. Beth dashed to RobÕs
side to help him up and take him to a whipping post to be whipped. She
eyed his cock gaily. At the moment it was shriveled and exhausted, but
her eyes gleamed with hope that the whip would stiffen it.
ÒNeither to her own lover,Ó Angela said. At AngelaÕs insistence the
girls switched places. Then she pointed out the places where the men
were to be tied. There were two horse stalls, empty, with fresh hay lining
the dirt floor and a bucket in each for washing. Jill led Rob to his stall
and Beth led Dave. They both got the men to spread their arms and legs
and the girls stood on tiptoe to lock the men into shackles hung from the
wall.
At last the men were prepared. They glanced at each other. Both of
them were in a separate stall, but with only a thin railing between them.
They both faced a timbered wall, their cocks almost touching it. They had
to arch their hips back to keep their penises from bumping the wall.
Angela permitted a towel to be hung in front of each, on the wall, to save
their peeslits from getting splinters in them.
ÒNo cumming in the towel, men,Ó Angela warned. Dave felt his
cockhead push into the soft towel Beth had hung for him. He wished he
could rub himself against the towel. Despite AngelaÕs warning, despite
his posture, with his arms wide and his feet wide, his balls hanging
utterly naked between his legs, he arched his hips forward and rubbed his
cock against the towel.
ÒI said no cumming in the towel!Ó Angela screeched. Dave yelped
painfully as the bullwhip struck his behind. He rubbed himself all the
more, eager to feel the soft fleecy towel against his cock.
ÒDave! Behave!Ó Jill cried. Her hands pressed to her face as she
watched him disobediently try to masturbate his loins against the towel.
Angela, who could have ordered the towel taken down, as a cruel master
surely would have, contented herself with flaying his butt. As Dave
rubbed his ever-increasing length lustily upon the towel, he howled at the
strong flaying strokes laid in on his butt. He felt like a lad in Singapore,
but he couldnÕt stop himself, so eager was he suddenly to spend again.
Rob, his own cock lengthening, watched DaveÕs torture.
Surreptitiously he stroked the towel with his own cock. It was difficult,
for the towel was vertical while his own cock stuck out in a more or less
horizontal position, angling up toward his belly. But even the slightest
rubbing of the underside of his cockhead against the towel gave him relief.
Beth spotted what he was doing and reported him to Angela. She left off
whipping Dave to give him his due.
With smarting bottoms, both men spent into their towels what
Angela had hoped to awaken in them for herself. As a result, she
proceeded to whip them until they awakened still again. With a wet spot
on the towel in front of each man reminding him of his disobedience, she
flayed his bare bottom until he sported a new erection. Then, with Jill and
Beth, happily cooperating, the men were unfastened. They were spread out
on the floor and Angela mounted one while Beth, beside her, mounted the
other. Jill was put over RobÕs mouth. Together all five played until dawn.
As the sun broke through the trees the doors to the barn opened. The
workmen, hauling stone across the grass to repair a well, looked up. From
the barn emerged five exhausted figures. They had no clothes on and
seemed too dazed to feel much in the way of embarrassment. Jill walked
with her hand over her pussy until sheÕd passed the workmen. Then she
clapped both her hands to her bottom to keep their eyes from watching her
ass. But the workmen had little trouble noticing how bright and red her
bottom was. Jill kept her head hung low and walked more quickly than the
rest. She was young and tried her best to be prim.
Angela offered no such pretensions. She smiled sleepily at the
workmen as she passed them. They tipped their hat to her, as they had to
Jill, whoÕd ignored them. Angela wore only her dress, but it was askew
and the decorative ties were almost completely undone. They hung down
from her waist like broken shoelaces.
Beth ambled past the workmen but did not acknowledge them. She
held her hands protectively over her bosoms. Yet she had only two hands,
not three, and her bush was bare and looked damp and moist from a long
night of fucking. Absently, not looking at the workmen, but quite aware of
their presence, she tossed back her blonde hair. It was no longer pinned up
and it tumbled in a disheveled state over her bare white shoulders.
Dave and Rob walked awkwardly. They smiled genially at the
workmen but it was clear they were worse for wear, and rather
uncomfortable. Their cocks were utterly spent and their balls hung down
like old menÕs balls, ever more descendant, never rising, even as the cool
crisp morning air touched them. When they passed the workmen saw their
buns, so handsome and firm, had been crisscrossed with angry red lines.
ÒHave a nice day, Miss Angela,Ó the oldest, most respectful workman
called to Angela.
ÒThankyou, Jenkins. See that the horses are watered and fed,Ó she
replied, without looking back.
ÒYes,m,Ó Jenkins answered.
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