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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Night Games
Chapter Five
ÒDonÕt feel sorry for me. I went there to be hurt,Ó Sasha said to her
daughter. They were home now, it was the next day. Sasha was lying in
the sun in her back yard, in her bikini, hoping the welts on her body would
blend in with her skin if she deepened her tan. Her daughter stood over
her, briefly protecting her mother from the sun with her shadow, or part
of her anyway, her small childÕs shadow falling across her motherÕs belly,
where the second man to whip her had been particularly harsh with her.
ÒHe shouldnÕt have hit you so hard,Ó Cindy told her mom. ÒI didnÕt
like it.Ó Sasha reached out and took her daughterÕs hand.
ÒPain can be a good teacher, honey,Ó Sasha told Cindy. ÒIÕm just
learning that.Ó She lifted her sunglasses, moving gingerly due to her
welts. She looked at her daughter. The girl was dressed in a bikini like
her mother. Except that her motherÕs bikini was decorated with flowers,
while CindyÕs was decorated with little bears. ÒWould you like to go to
GwenÕs next party?Ó Sasha asked her daughter. ÒYou donÕt have to.Ó Cindy
wrinkled her nose.
ÒI donÕt want to sit in a closet again,Ó Cindy said. ÒI had to pee and I
couldnÕt do it Ôcause I was wearing that stupid belt.Ó
ÒThat was to protect your pussy,Ó Sasha told her daughter. ÒGwen
was right in protecting you, though I donÕt think she has such protection in
mind for her next party. Do you still want to feel a man inside you?Ó
Cindy thought a moment, and finally licked her lips.
ÒYes! If it doesnÕt hurt too much,Ó Cindy said.
ÒIt will hurt some,Ó Sasha told her daughter. ÒAnd you might see me
punished again.Ó
ÒI didnÕt like that,Ó Cindy said.
ÒI didnÕt like it either, but itÕs something my mistress required of
me,Ó Sasha said. ÒGwen, I mean,Ó
ÒShe was mean,Ó Cindy said.
ÒNo, she was teaching me,Ó Sasha told her daughter. ÒI was afraid
for my breasts, IÕd never felt a whip against them. She knew if she tied
me up in a closet with my tits hanging out of a halter, and a whip
available, men would find the lure irresistible. And I would learn to be
touched there in ways IÕd never felt before.Ó Sasha moved slightly on the
chaise lounge which was supporting her body. Her tits shifted under her
bra. New tendrils of pain shot through her breasts right up to the tips of
her nipples. ÒAH!Ó Sasha cried. She bit her lip. She touched her belly,
absently, and the pressure of her fingers on a welt there caused her to
jerk with yet more pain.
ÒMom! Are you okay?Ó Cindy asked, alarmed. Sasha bit her lip and
nodded.
ÒYes. IÕm still a mass of sensation,Ó Sasha said. She breathed,
gently, lest her breath cause her tits to wobble enough to create more pain
in her tits. ÒItÕs like still being at the party,Ó Sasha smiled. ÒEvery little
movement causes me to be aware of my body, to be thinking of the
physical side of myself.Ó SashaÕs grin widened. ÒJust think, dear, I could
be cooped up at the office worrying about getting out the bossÕs letters
but instead IÕm lying in the sun.Ó
ÒYouÕre hurting!Ó Cindy told her mother, grasping her motherÕs hand
and trying to comfort her.
ÒIÕm enjoying the sensuousness of my body,Ó Sasha told her daughter.
ÒWhip strokes last longer than kisses.Ó
ÒWhenÕs the next party, mom?Ó Cindy asked her mother.
ÒNext Friday, dear,Ó Sasha told the girl. ÒGwen says she has
something all picked out for you to wear, if you want to go. You donÕt have
to, of course. But she promises me weÕll be well paid if you do. But I
donÕt want the money, dear.Ó
ÒI DO!Ó Cindy cried. Visions of new CDÕs and an endless supply of
Hubba Bubba danced in her head.
ÒThe moneyÕs not important, dear,Ó Sasha said to her daughter, now
placing her hand over her daughterÕs despite the new sensations of pain
which coursed through her belly and shifting tits as she did so. ÒI get you
plenty,Ó she told Cindy. ÒGo only if you want to. And realize that you
might not come home a virgin.Ó
ÒI donÕt care about that,Ó Cindy told her mom. ÒI want the money!Ó
Sasha shook her head.
ÒWeÕll see about that,Ó Sasha said.
ÒHeÕs such a sweet bear,Ó Cindy was saying the following Friday, as
she admired the stuffed animal Gwen had sent over to go along with her
costume. The girl wore pajamas, as if she were going to a little girlÕs
sleepover, not a party for adults. The PJÕs were flannel and they covered
her from her neck all the way down to her toes. They were, in fact,
pajamas made for a child smaller than herself, but in a size large enough
to fit her growing body. The feet were connected to the leggings and the
leggings to the part covering her hips and belly and breasts, right to the
ends of her sleeves The whole pajama costume was made from a single
piece of flannel. In back there was a flap, buttoned up at the moment,
which, when released, would bare her bottom, that she might relieve
herself if she had to pee. Except that another provision had been made, not
for her to relieve herself but rather to excite the guests present. In front,
where on a smaller child there would have been flannel covering her pubis,
a square of it had been cut away, and there was no flap there. CindyÕs bush
showed, despite the fact that the rest of her was modestly concealed by
the flannel. She would, of course, be unconscious of this, despite thinking
of it every moment, pretending to be a girl too little to know that her
pussy was on view for all the guests to see.
Sasha bent and kissed her daughterÕs cheek. She took something
plastic from the box that had held the girlÕs costume.
ÒGwen included one more thing for you,Ó Sasha said. She draped a
cord around the girlÕs neck. Hanging from it was a pacifier. Cindy looked
down at the thing dangling between the jut of her breasts, lying against
the flannel of her PJÕs.
ÒA pacifier?! IÕm not a baby!Ó Cindy protested.
ÒItÕs for the men, dear. To make you even sweeter-looking.Ó Cindy
fingered the item. She gave a loud sigh, like when sheÕd sucked the boyÕs
cocks in the bathroom.
ÒOh, awright,Ó Cindy said. ÒBut canÕt I at least wear panties under
these PJÕs to hide my pussy? People will be able to see it!Ó
ÒYes. Your virgin pussy,Ó Sasha said. She laughed. ÒYou will drive
the men crazy, dear. I wish I were you!Ó Cindy looked up at her mother.
ÒI wish I was you,Ó Cindy said truthfully. For her mother was a
sight to behold. Her hair, unlike her daughterÕs which fell about her
shoulders and halfway down her back, was pinned up into a bun. Her upper
body was bare, save for a soft leather bra which attempted, and failed, to
hold back her breasts. They bulged out beyond it, putting her nipples on
display and offering them in an uplifted fashion to whomever might wish
to partake of them. Below the womanÕs flat slender belly panties hugged
her hips. But they rode low on her, so low her pubic hairs curled out the
top of them, and if that were not enough of an invitation to her cunt the
front of her panties bore a flap. Two ribbons held it up, but they were tiny
and a gentle tug on them would cause the flap to fall. In back the womanÕs
behind was split by a thong. The high cheeks of her bottom were bare. A
short handled whip thrust through her pantiesÕ waistband left no doubt
that her bare behind was ready for action. A heavy belt, made of leather,
gripped SashaÕs waist. It had no purpose other than to offer chrome rings
through which ropes could be put. If that were not enough to beckon men
to make use of her, or a woman for that matter, thick leather wrist cuffs
with rings hung snugly from SashaÕs wrists, and were matched by cuffs
about her ankles. More cuffs held her tightly just above her pretty knees,
and above her elbows as well. This was a woman ready for heavy bondage,
though Cindy simply admired her mother for her seductive bikini.
ÒHere are our guests of honor,Ó Gwen said an hour later, when Brad
escorted the mother and her daughter into the womanÕs apartment. People
turned, watched with avid interest as Brad slipped a coat off SashaÕs
slender shoulders. A sigh of delight went up as SashaÕs bikini was
revealed, and all its accessories. Then it was CindyÕs turn, and when Brad
took her coat from her the sigh of delight was twice as loud. For Cindy,
standing there with a pacifier around her neck and hugging a stuffed bear,
seemed unconscious of the fact that her pussy was showing.
She wasnÕt, of course. She could think of almost nothing else as she
was introduced, along with her mother, to the guests present. The women
wore black bikinis like her motherÕs, or leather halters, or, in some cases,
steel rings around their nipples which served only to accentuate their
nakedness. The men had their cocks hidden in black leather briefs but
their little pouches bulged with promise. Cindy could hardly wait for the
party to get going in earnest and the men to reveal themselves. All the
while she played the sweet little girl, the girl too young to party and
about to head off to bed. Her pussy proved the center of attention, there in
that room with so much on offer, no doubt because it looked so innocent.
ÒOh my, isnÕt she sweet?Ó a woman gushed over Cindy, as her mother
introduced her.
ÒShe is much too young for this event,Ó a man said, though there was
obvious joy in his voice at seeing her present.
ÒShe has just had her bath,Ó Sasha said of her daughter. ÒShe
wanted to say goodnight to everybody before going to sleep.Ó
ÒOh mommie, IÕm not weally tired,Ó Cindy protested. She put her
thumb in her mouth. She sucked, and not merely for show. All these
people, so daringly dressed, were a bit scary, especially in the way they
all paid so much attention to her.
ÒPerhaps she can stay for just a little while?Ó Sasha asked Gwen,
knowing full well what the answer would be.
ÒAlright. But only if sheÕs very good,Ó Gwen answered.
In the next room there was a dining table, and Gwen called her
guests to dinner. This party would not proceed as quickly as the other had,
she was determined of that. She wanted to draw things out more. The
guests, as fetchingly attired as any dinner guests could ever be, but
pretending now to ignore what they were so eagerly offering, allowed
Gwen to lead them into the dining room. There they found chairs of most
curious design. They were low to the floor; the table itself was low, like
a Japanese table, and the chairs were open in the middle, like seats on a
toilet.
ÒGwen! Are we to go to the bathroom while we eat?Ó a woman
asked, alarmed.
ÒNo, my dears,Ó Gwen said. ÒWe are to be eaten while we eat. It is a
new innovation of mine and I hope you will enjoy it.Ó She turned to the
men. ÒYou will not wish to be constrained during our meal. Hang your
briefs over the pegs along the wall there.Ó
ÒThere are not enough chairs!Ó a guest, noting the number present,
which was about two dozen, compared to the chairs, which were only
twelve, said with some alarm.
ÒThatÕs because half of us are going to sit, and the other half are
going to lie down,Ó Gwen explained. The men quickly got off their briefs,
hanging them up, showing for the first time now their cocks which, being
stiff as boards, thrilled little Cindy right to the core of her nakedly
exposed pussy. Gwen presented a fistful of straws. She urged the guests
to draw them from her hand and those which got the short straws were to
take pillows from a pile and lie under the chairs. ÒThen you may feast
while we are feasting,Ó Gwen said.
To much excitement now, the guests divided into two groups. One
sat in the chairs, to have dinner. The other got under the chairs to feed
upon the genitals of those who were eating. Cindy, as luck would have it,
along with her mother, drew long straws, and so they sat down side by
side at the table, while two randy men put themselves under their chairs.
Cindy looked down at the handsome fellow whose face showed under her
open seat.
ÒI might pee on you,Ó Cindy told him, hugging her bear tightly, a
little more fearful now that her pussy was about to be put to pillage.
ÒIf you do IÕll unbutton that back flap of yours and spank you,Ó the
man answered.
Cindy sat down. She felt the manÕs breath come up through her chair
and tickle her pussy. She wiggled and laughed. She looked down at the
man.
ÒYou seem well ventilated,Ó the man said to Cindy.
ÒOh! I forgot to put on my panties,Ó Cindy said.
ÒItÕs too late now,Ó the man answered. Cindy looked at her mother,
who was having the front flap of her own panties untied by the man lying
under her chair.
ÒMommie, thereÕs a man under my chair,Ó Cindy said.
ÒTry to ignore him, dear,Ó CindyÕs mother answered, a knowing smile
on her lips. ÒWe must show good manners at dinner.Ó
ÒBut heÕs breathing on me, mommie! On my pussy!Ó Cindy said, her
voice drenched with truthful alarm now as she felt the man under her
exhale hotly onto her pubis. ÒYEEEK! HeÕs licking me!Ó Cindy suddenly
shouted, and everyone at the table laughed, for even as the girl felt her
own pussy assaulted they themselves were, or were about to, suffer
similar fates.
ÒThe man under me is-- ah! -- licking me too, darling,Ó Sasha told
her daughter, grimacing as she did so. Gwen, who had not drawn a straw
but who had taken the chair at the head of the table nonetheless, received
a tongue in her own snatch, from a woman under her, and said,
ÒLet us begin eating. Our friends already have.Ó
A maid served dinner, as the the crotches of those sitting at table
were served up involuntarily to those under the chairs. Cindy squirmed
under the assault on her virgin pussy. The man seemed to be trying to
deflower her with his tongue! After making an attempt at her meal, all
the while swooning at what was being done to her, Cindy complained,
ÒMommie! HeÕs going too deep!Ó
ÒRoger,Ó Gwen called out to the man feasting on CindyÕs cunt. ÒShe
is not to lose her cherry yet. Do not be too aggressive with her.Ó
The repast proved delirious, at least for those at the table. Soon
women were shuddering in their chairs, brought to bliss and beyond. The
men seated at table strove to hold themselves back. Some were
successful. Others were grateful that a waiting mouth was there to
receive what they embarrassingly offered. When dinner was over, Gwen
had the guests switch places. The maid struggled to clear the table and
provide new plates and food for the second set of guests, but by now few
people were paying attention. Instead everything was happening down at
the level of the chairs, those who had been eaten now doing the eating, the
ones who had been so avid with their tongues now drenching the faces of
those beneath them. Little Cindy was tasked with licking the balls of the
man who had eaten her, a task she found enjoyable, until he put his penis
into her mouth and shot himself off in her.
ÒEwww,Ó Cindy said, when she had managed to break free of the
manÕs cock.
ÒGod, such a sweet little mouth!Ó Roger exclaimed.
ÒMommie, he put sperm in my mouth!Ó Cindy complained to her
mother, who lay beside her, sucking the man who had delved into her. But
at that moment Sasha could not answer. She was receiving the manÕs
tribute in much the same manner as her daughter just had. Roger reached
down and patted the little girlÕs head.
ÒPerhaps when I recover I can show you what other places I can
fill,Ó Roger said to Cindy.
The partiers regrouped in the living room, and Cindy looked as
darling as ever, though perhaps slightly less innocent owing to the sperm
staining her lips.
ÒAre you ready for bed yet?Ó a man asked Cindy, admiring, once
again, the way her little bush showed through her flannel P.J.Õs.
ÒAlmost,Ó Cindy answered, teasingly.
ÒWould you like me to read you a story?Ó the man asked.
ÒYes!Ó Cindy exclaimed. Her eyes glowed with genuine interest.
ÒPerhaps your mother would like to come along. To chaperone?Ó the
man asked, turning to Sasha.
ÒHow sweet of you to ask,Ó Sasha smiled. She liked the manÕs
demeanor, and the fact that his cock had survived the feasting at the table
impressed her. He was impressed by the way her little flap hung down in
front, revealing her pussy with the same innocent abandon as her
daughterÕs own cunt. The man, who was about 20 and whose name was
Mark, turned back to Cindy.
ÒI must warn you,Ó he told the girl. ÒIf IÕm to read you a story you
must promise to behave. No squirming, no wiggling, and no complaining
when I put you to bed. Otherwise I will have to spank you.Ó CindyÕs eyes
widened. Was the man serious? She looked at her mother. Sasha grinned,
showing her pretty white teeth. She liked the man even more now.
ÒIÕm sure she will be good. WonÕt you, dear?Ó Sasha asked Cindy.
ÒIÕll twy,Ó Cindy said, mangling the word ÔtryÕ, knowing it would
make her look even more innocent than she already was.
ÒVery good,Ó Sasha said to Mark. ÒLead the way, sir.Ó
Gwen watched as the trio headed off to a bedroom. Mark was a
handsome young fellow. She wished she could have him for herself. But
Sasha had snared him. She decided, at least for awhile, not to interfere.
ÒNow remember. You must be very good, or IÕm going to take that
flap over your bottom down and slap your ass very hard,Ó Mark told Cindy,
when she and her mother and he had gained the privacy of a bedroom. Mark
winked at Sasha. It was understood, at such a party, that threats like the
one he was giving now always came to pass. Cindy wiggled her ass,
admiring MarkÕs rampant cock as she hugged her teddy bear.
ÒIÕll be good,Ó she breathed, although the offer of feeling his big
hands slam down on her little bottom, however painful it would prove, was
beginning to tempt her. Mark escorted the girl in the flannel pajamas,
with her pussy so coyly showing, over to the bed. He pulled back the
covers, his cock quivering over them, and he told her to climb up and get
in. Cindy obeyed.
ÒWhat story will you be reading me?Ó Cindy asked.
ÒIÕm not sure. LetÕs see if they have any books in here,Ó Mark said.
He looked around.
ÒHereÕs one!Ó Sasha cried. She had found one lying on a bureau and
the fact that it was an erotic novel mattered little to her now, the state
of the party having advanced to a point where she wanted to get things
going.
ÒAh. Your motherÕs here,Ó Mark said to Cindy, as if he had not known
the woman was present. ÒYour daughter looks hot,Ó he said to Sasha.
ÒWith your permission I would like to have her top off. Her breasts are so
big for such a young girl. Perhaps they would like some air.Ó Sasha
smiled.
ÒIt is all of one piece, sir,Ó she said of her daughterÕs P.J.Õs. ÒYou
would need scissors.Ó
ÒThen I shall find some,Ó Mark answered. He turned and looked at
Cindy, who was lying in seeming innocence upon the bed, her legs apart
(she remembered how Jason had wanted her), her pussy showing. ÒIt looks
as if someone has already taken a scissors to her lower part,Ó Mark said.
ÒHer little pussy didnÕt want to get hot,Ó Sasha replied. Mark
rummaged in several drawers. He let out a shout of delight when he found
a big pair of scissors, metal with plastic orange handles.
ÒWhat are you going to do to me?Ó Cindy cried, when Mark brought
the scissors to her. She was not sure she wanted to go along with this.
One snip in the wrong place and she could lose her nipples!
ÒHold still,Ó Mark said. He hovered over the girl, squeezed her right
tit and pulled up the fabric over it.
ÒNO!Ó Cindy said suddenly, for both her nipples were rigid, standing
up like stiff little peaks, and an errant slice of the blades would cut them
right off her.
ÒI told you to be good!Ó Mark said. He grabbed the girl and forced her,
after a bit of a struggle, to roll over on her belly. The relief that Cindy
felt at lying on her tits, and protecting them, was short-lived. Mark went
for the buttons of her back flap, with his fingers. The girl squirmed and
tried to bat his hands away but he undid them, and a moment later her
white bottom cheeks were bulging up through the back of her PJÕs.
ÒShe needs a good spanking if sheÕs to behave,Ó Mark said to Sasha.
Cindy tried cover herself but the man easily moved her hands away. His
palm came blasting down, and the girl writhed as she received him, hard
on her softness, the pain making her achingly aware of her bottomÕs
nudity. ÒThere,Ó Mark said, when he had turned the girlÕs ass red and big
tears were rolling down her cheeks into her pillow. He admired his
handiwork for a moment, keeping CindyÕs hands back so she could not cover
it, and then he rolled her back over. ÒNow. WeÕll try this again,Ó Mark
said, picking up the scissors. This time he was successful; he cut big
holes in the front of CindyÕs PJÕs and her tits came tumbling out of them.
Mark bent and briefly sucked upon them, to screams of protest from the
girl, tasting her sweet erect little buds, finding them as tasty as Roger
had found her cunt. Then he went over to Sasha and fetched the erotic
novel from her. When he returned to Cindy the girl was clutching her bear,
seemingly afraid of him but, with eyes fastened on his cock, obviously
thinking of more than her wet tits and hot bottom. Mark red to her. Now
and then he stopped to stroke her blonde hair and explain parts of the
story to her that she didnÕt quite understand. It was a bondage story, and
the heroine suffered much more in it than merely a spanked behind. Cindy
listened avidly. Now and then she sucked her thumb and once she made
Mark pause so she could reassure her teddy bear that such things didnÕt
happen to stuffed animals. Finally, when Mark had driven himself to the
point of nearly spending on the sheets with arousal, and had sent Cindy and
her mother into spirals of gleeful bliss that beckoned their fingers close
to their pussies, he put the book down.
ÒWhat are you going to do now?Ó Cindy asked, stroking her pussy
hairs with one hand and clutching her bear with the other.
ÒI want to show off what I did to your PJÕs to the guests. And what I
did to your bottom,Ó Mark told Cindy.
ÒOooh! NO!Ó Cindy said.
ÒIn fact, I want all the guests to have a chance to suck your tits and
spank your bottom,Ó Mark said. He grabbed hold of her. He rolled her over,
despite her protests. He applied his hand to her bottom again, loving the
feel of her rubbery young cheeks, enjoying the way they grew hot again
under his palm. When he had satisfied himself that they were sufficiently
red, and aware that he was impressing her mother with the way he didnÕt
simply ask to fuck the young girl, he made Cindy get off the bed and stand
up.
ÒShow me your bottom,Ó Mark said.
ÒNO!Ó Cindy cried, put out that she should give him another view of
what he had just so recently admired, and treated so badly. Nonetheless
at his insistence she turned, and she let him look at him, at her little red
seat, and when he had her standing with her back to him he for the first
time clasped his penis with his hand and gave himself some relief. ÒStop
doing that!Ó Cindy said, looking over her shoulder and seeing him
masturbating. ÒYou might spurt on me.Ó
ÒWhat? On your red little ass?Ó Mark asked, teasing her. He aimed
at her. She shivered but, though she wished to, she did not put her hands
over her butt, keeping them instead at her side, letting her tits show in a
mirror in front of her, that he might admire her both from the front and
back at the same time. She found she loved his attention, though she
didnÕt like how much it was hurting her bottom. ÒNow letÕs march you out
to meet the other guests again,Ó Mark said to Cindy when he had pulled on
his cock a few times. Cindy declined again but not with much actual
resistance; a minute later Mark had her back in the living room, showing
her around to the guests and asking them if they thought she needed any
further lessons in good behavior.
ÒPerhaps her tits do,Ó a man offered, and bent and sucked on CindyÕs
breasts, making the girl squeal. A woman followed, startling Cindy, but
she soon found she liked the feel of the womanÕs tongue tickling her
nipples, especially when the woman added to the tonguing by placing a
finger down between her legs.
ÒOooh! Stop!Ó Cindy cried, but quickly wet the womanÕs finger, as
the woman wet her breasts, showing that her words werenÕt as insistent
as they seemed.
ÒI think her little behind needs some more training,Ó a man said,
contemplating CindyÕs red little ass.
ÒBe my guest,Ó Mark said.
ÒAh, you are the gatekeeper now?Ó the man asked Mark.
ÒI read her a story,Ó Mark answered.
ÒHeÕs a wonderful gatekeeper,Ó Sasha said. She hugged Mark,
startling him, and he was even more surprised when she wrapped her palm
gently around the shaft of his cock. ÒIÕd like you to take my daughterÕs
cherry,Ó Sasha whispered to Mark.
ÒYour offer is tempting,Ó Mark answered, as the woman licking
CindyÕs tits made her cry out more passionately still, inserting her finger
in her all-too available cunt. ÒBut I want something else from your
daughter. And from you as well.Ó
ÒWhatÕs that?Ó Sasha asked.
ÒI want to take you both up the behind,Ó Mark said.
After showing Cindy to the guests, the trio retreated to the bedroom.
Sasha, acceding to MarkÕs demand, slipped out of her thong panties and got
on the bed. She arranged herself bottom-up, and put her daughter beside
her, her little behind sticking out of her flannel PJÕs. Mark greased
himself and got behind the two females. Sasha grasped one of her
daughterÕs hands.
ÒItÕs going to hurt, honey,Ó Sasha warned her daughter. But she did
not ask her if she wished to back out. Let her have some cock now, it was
time for her to know what a cock was really like. It wasnÕt just
something to be toyed with. Cindy looked into her motherÕs eyes and
nodded, feeling the weight of Mark kneeling behind her. She felt she was
ready. Still, the girl had no expectation of the driving force that would
plunge into her, and her innocence showed in her eyes.
Mark spread CindyÕs bottom cheeks. He wished she was out of the
flannel PJÕs but, opening her behind, he had no trouble finding her little
hiney hole. It puckered sweetly at him, unknowing of the pain it would
soon suffer, the awful urgency of his male intrusion. Mark greased a
finger.
ÒOOOH! DonÕt!Ó Cindy cried, when Mark touched her bottom hole
ÒI have to get you ready,Ó Mark said. Slowly he managed to work a
finger into CindyÕs behind. The girl squirmed, she bleated, a piglet afraid
of the butcher. Mark took his time, let her grow used to him. Then he took
his hand away, lifted his cock, and put it between her young cheeks.
ÒOh! Not your penis!Ó Cindy said, alarmed, as if completely unaware
of what his fingering had meant.
ÒQuiet!Ó Mark said. He was tired of hearing this little girl protest
everything he did. He shoved. Cindy lurched forward. He grabbed her hips,
felt their softness, ignored her urgent cries for him to stop and gave
another thrust.
ÒNO! PWEASE!Ó Cindy cried, feeling her rosehole spread under the
pressure of his dick. Mark grunted. The girl was tight, like a fleshy little
vise, but that made the prospect of conquering her all the more enjoyable.
He shoved again. Cindy let out a scream. He felt his cock plunge into her
little shit chute.
ÒTake him, dear. DonÕt fight him,Ó Sasha urged, kneeling beside her
daughter, waiting for her own turn.
ÒBear down,Ó Mark said to Cindy. The girl tried desperately to pull
away, to dislodge this new intruder, but Mark held her hips tightly. He
pushed again and his knob was swallowed up by her tightness. He stared
down at himself, penetrating her chubby little cheeks, most of his shaft
still poised in the air but the head of him now caught in her succulent
nether channel. She was delicious, more so than he could have imagined.
She broke into tears but that did not stop him. He pushed again and part of
his greased shaft plunged in.
ÒNeed any help?Ó Gwen asked, and was suddenly at the bedroom door,
peering in as if at guests who were enjoying tea.
ÒNo,Ó Mark said, looking at the woman. She was as lovely as ever,
and her naked body, clad temptingly in a leather halter, inspired him to
shove again, driving deeper into little CindyÕs bottom. The girl could
hardly breathe now, he could hear her air gasping from her mouth. He
ignored the discomfort he was causing her and thrust again, and felt
himself split her tightness even more deeply.
ÒYEEEK! NOOO!Ó Cindy blathered, when she was not screaming. But
Gwen merely looked on, as did Sasha. Nobody tried to help the 12-year-old
girl, aside from Sasha holding her hand. Mark pushed again and to his
delight found he had nearly buried himself to the root in the childÕs behind.
He paused, savoring her delectable virgin tightness. Then he drew back,
exposing part of his shaft, and after a moment, cruelly, he pushed himself
back in again.
ÒYOOOOOOO!Ó Cindy cried, in a wail that must have been heard
throughout the apartment. More people appeared in the doorway to the
bedroom. They saw the daughter, and the mother waiting patiently beside
her, her own ass upturned to receive what her daughter was now getting.
Nobody interfered; they watched with glee as Mark used the little girl to
pleasure his cock, working himself back and forth in her now, oblivious to
her howls. When he was satisfied that he had enjoyed a sufficient
measure of delight, he spent in little CindyÕs bottom, making her take all
of him. Then he withdrew, and the girl collapsed on the bed. She was
crying, but her mother consoled her by stroking her long blonde hair, all
the while still waiting with her own bottom poised for the young man to
recover and put himself in her own ass. And soon Mark did, with the
guests still watching, for the sight of the little virgin, even though she
was sobbing now, lying in her flannel PJÕs with her bottom upturned was
stimulating in the extreme. That his sperm was trickling out of her
backside, evidence of his conquest, was even more exciting. And that she
was still a virgin was enough to get even the most flaccid man in the room
hard. Mark took the mother then, her daughter lying beside her still
weeping, her tears slowing as her mother began to moan.
ÒOh, mommie! My bottom hoits!Ó Cindy managed to get out, finally
daring to reach back and feel herself, just as her mother was brought to
climax. For Mark, unlike with the little girl, was fondling SashaÕs cunt
even as he fucked her ass. He did not have to hold this mature woman by
her hips. She drove back to meet his thrusts once she had gotten used to
him.
ÒShhh, dear,Ó Sasha managed to grunt to her daughter. Cindy, feeling
her behind, took one hand from her bottom and put her thumb in her mouth.
ÒAh, God!Ó Someone in the doorway cried, for Cindy, however sweet
she had looked before, looked even sweeter now.
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