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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PARTY PUSSIES
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Chapter Three
I was told I would have to answer the door. I was not given any
additional clothes to cover myself with. But I was still lightheaded from
drinking and my sex was terribly itchy. For an inquisive finger, a sexy
poke. I could feel my button buzzing away somewhere beneath the Kool-
Whip.
BethanyÕs squirtgun was filled with baby oil. She was warned not to
squirt people without permission. She trooped round the room, her trigger
finger itchy but untested. She was obedient, for the moment. She looked
for targets she might shoot at when permission was given. An old
painting, with a dour woman in it. A parakeet in a cage. The child in the
painting by Renoir with the watering can.
An indoor grill was set up for cooking our meal. It would be a picnic
type meal, with hotdogs. Servants set it up. Two maids, dressed in
stockings and bibs, hats perched on their heads. They were dressed
modestly. They pretended not to notice my nudity, or BethanyÕs, who
watched them wide-eyed, or SteveÕs.
Steve was unshackled. The phallus was left up his ass, the girdle
tight around his waist. Only his wrists were undone. He wanted badly, I
could see, to get the big rubber cock out of his ass, but Eveline forbade it.
Had her husband forbidden it, I had no doubt Steve would have disobeyed
the man. But he seemed woozy with love for Eveline. It made me jealous,
but I did not know what to do about it. If he preferred her, I had to accept
that. At least, dressed as I was, I did. The liquor felt good in my tummy.
I wanted more, but Eveline would not let me.
ÒNot yet, darling. You and little Bethany would turn into two giggle-
pusses, and be quite useless to me,Ó she said, quietly, imploring me
almost to obey, to not spoil her party by refusing. I accepted. I was in an
accepting mood.
His cock dripping chocolate, Steve was tasked with cooking hot dogs
over the grill. He was given a chefÕs hat to wear. The maids lit the grill
for him and gave him a long fork and a spatula. Yet he was allowed no
pants. His penis stuck out many inches, full and thick and hard. I giggled.
Steve had to be careful. He might roast his own weiner by accident.
Bethany eyed him and giggled too. Steve was in a bit of a pickle, I mused.
What he wanted was a warm, wet cunt. Instead he had a cock up his ass
and his own sticking out precariously in front of him.
I felt sexy. I watched Steve for a little while, perched on a chair,
watching as he stood cooking hot dogs over the grill for our guests. I
waited, listening for the doorbell to announce their arrival. I was told
there would be several couples, perhaps an extra man or two, arriving
alone. A woman might arrive also.
I saw that the Kool-Whip from my pussy was smudging onto the
expensive chair seat I sat in but nobody seemed to mind. I sat with my
thighs open, wishing I could diddle my slit. Bethany, trooping around the
room in her boots with her squirtgun, seemed itchy too, wishing, I think,
that she could shoot stuff from her gun up her twat. The finger that didnÕt
itch on her squirtgun itched instead with a need to diddle her slit.
ÒHere, a gun for you too, if you wish,Ó Eveline said to me. She placed
a small squirtgun on the arm of my chair. I saw it had milk in it.
ÒThanks,Ó I replied. I picked up the gun. ÒItÕs nice to have
protection.Ó
ÒMmmm, youÕre sweet,Ó Eveline said. She patted the back of my
head. ÒWill you serve drinks for us?Ó
ÒIf you wish,Ó I answered.
ÒIÕll mix them, you serve them,Ó Eveline said. I could see a wet bar
across the room, and I nodded. ÒAfter the guests arrive.Ó
ÒYes,Ó I said. I picked up my squirtgun. Bethany crept close, then
saw I was armed and veered away, perhaps changing her plans. Had she
thought to disobey, to squirt me? I did not know. I wondered what I would
have looked like, with baby oil dripping from my nose, my nipples.
The doorbell rang. I rose, went to the front door. I could feel my
hips swinging behind me as I passed the grecian urn. As I walked under
the painting of the child with her watering can I felt a need to pee. ÔNot
now,Õ I told myself. I didnÕt wish to embarrass myself by asking Eveline
where the toilet was. There was one, I knew, upstairs in the bathroom
beside my bedroom. Perhaps I could slip up the stairs when no one was
looking.
The bell rang again. I wished I could run upstairs and pee first but
there was no time for it.
My four inch heels made me feel unsteady. They amplified each
swing of my nude bottom. I was nervous. My hands shook. Yet I tried to
control myself. This was more fun than being at home, being yelled at by
mom. Especially with liquor making my head swim. I looked at my white
cuffs on my wrists with the gold cufflinks. I liked them.
The bell at the front door was rung again. I approached the door, was
impressed by its size. Much larger than ordinary doors. I had not noticed
it coming in, not really, but now I had time to observe it as I approached it
from the inside. Large, with panels engraved in it. Everything was so
well-made here. This was not a suburban tract home. I wondered how
EvelineÕs husband made the money to pay for it all.
Reaching out with both my small hands, I took hold of the doorÕs
handle. I twisted it. Almost immediately the door was shoved inward and
I stumbled back. I felt myself unable to keep my balance. And then,
lightning-fast, a large hand snapped out and caught one of my retreating,
flailing wrists.
ÒYou are the slowest whore--!Ó a man bellowed. Yet I felt his grip
suddenly slacken. It had caught me with intense force, yet now I feared he
might let go again. Did my appearance displease him?
I gazed up at him with my eyes. He was 21, I felt, looking up at him.
Tall and dark-haired. A light stubble on his face. He reminded me in size
of a lifeguard at my pool. Awkwardly I let my eyes suddenly dart down to
his crotch. Even as I looked at it, I fancied I saw it bulge outward. He had
something impressive hemmed in there, behind his zipper. I felt my
tummy let loose a swarm of butterflies.
The manÕs grip tightened again. Hard, possessive.
ÒOw!Ó I cried. He gripped me now tighter than he had before, when
heÕd caught me.
ÒOh, my apologies,Ó the man said. Drawing me fully onto my feet and
balancing me on my pretty heels, he took a top hat off his head. He was
debonair. A top hat, a long flowing coat, thrown open, a silk black suit. He
reminded me a bit of a magician and I had to giggle, thinking a rabbit
might pop out of his hat. But he had no mustache, like magicians do. He
was clean-shaven, but with long, dark, shoulder length hair.
I swallowed. I felt my knees wobbling as I regarded him. I forced a
smile, then blushed.
ÒYou are... beautiful,Ó the man said to me.
ÒThanks,Ó I answered. ÒWould you like to party?Ó I hoped to draw
him into the room as quick as I could, so I might go pee.
ÒYeah, sure...Ó he said. Primly I took his arm. I led him into the
house, past the grecian urn, under the painting of the girl with the
watering can.
ÒWhoÕs that?Ó Bethany asked. She stood in the middle of the room
where EvelineÕs husband was sitting. She levelled her squirtgun at our
new guest.
ÒHeÕs...Ó I blushed. I didnÕt know his name, though I was walking arm
and arm with him with my nude breasts bouncing on my chest and my
bottom bare. I saw twin lines thru BethanyÕs pubis, where sheÕd
apparently passed her finger, drawing off Kool-Whip and letting her pubic
hairs show. I was glad I hadnÕt diddled myself there. The man would see
my private if I had. I would be a child like Bethany, unable to control her
urgings, instead of a young woman.
ÒAh, Brendan,Ó EvelineÕs husband said.
ÒHello, Malthus,Ó Brendan replied.
ÒHow goes the trade?Ó EvelineÕs husband, Malthus, asked.
ÒThey learn to tow the line or they learn to love the grave,Ó Brendan
said matter-of-factly.
ÒYes, we shall make our own laws,Ó Malthus agreed.
Brendan surveyed the room. Steve found himself blushing and turned
to focus intently on his grill. Eveline sidled up to him and stroked his bare
cock and purred in his ear of pleasures to come.
ÒWhoÕs that fellow there?Ó Brendan asked. ÒHe looks almost my age.
Are you planning to put me in whatever obscene thing it is youÕve got him
wearing?Ó Brendan laughed. Eveline patted SteveÕs ass.
ÒHeÕs not available for your hit squads, or for drug running,Ó Malthus
said. ÒHeÕs more... er... valuable in his present condition. To my wife, you
know. She found him out selling drugs, small-time, along a highway next
to an American strip mall.Ó
ÒFrom the bottom to the top in one day,Ó Malthus said. ÒNot bad. I
envy all the attention your wife will be giving him.Ó
A maid hurried over to Brendan.
ÒSorry, sir,Ó she announced. She helped him out of his cloak. She
folded the heavy garment over her arm. She offered to take off his suit
coat. He unbuttoned it, gave it to her. I watched as he shed his coats. I
liked seeing his body, how it moved. He was tall and lanky, with broad
shoulders. He had a muscular chest that rippled under his white shirt.
Brendan sat down on the chair IÕd been sitting in. If he noticed the
smudge of whipped cream IÕd left there he didnÕt say anything. He looked
at me expectantly. I wished to pee, yet I felt his eyes compelling me to
sit myself on his knee. I could hold myself in a few minutes more,
couldnÕt I?
I perched myself in his lap. He ringed my tummy with his arm and
scooted me backward until my bottom found itself poised squarely over
his hard-on. I was glad the maid hadnÕt offered to take his pants.
I wriggled. His cock was sticking up, snakelike, like the Golden
Missouri Arch, trying to rise up and show itself, a hump in his pants. A
dolphin with its head and its tail in the water, but its back curving up, up
into the sky. Except his cock was curving up between my bottomcheeks
and into my ass. Struggling against his arm I tried to slide myself
forward again, but he would not let me. I realized I would have to
accomodate myself to his penis, and learn to accept its presence. I
swallowed. He stroked my belly with his fingertips.
ÒKeep your legs open,Ó he instructed me. I looked down at his hand
on my tummy, felt the wanting of my slit underneath. I parted my thighs.
They had not been together, no, that would have mussed the cream
EvelineÕs husband had so artfully decorated my mons with. Yet Brendan
wanted my legs wider still. I could do naught but obey.
It felt strange, sitting there with my legs apart and something that
felt very much like a hard turd wedged up between the naked halves of my
heinie. I found myself bearing down, as if I might expel him, but of course
he was not a turd, but a stiff cock. I was virgin. I was not used to things
going up me, or wishing to.
ÒGet up. The bell is ringing,Ó Eveline told me. I had not heard it. I
had been too absorbed with the openness of my legs and the impalement of
my behind.
Reluctantly Brendan took his hand from my belly. My skin felt cool
where his palm had been, too cool, as if I preferred the touch of his hand
there. Self-consciously I stood up. I could feel his eyes on my bare
behind. I walked, his eyes followed me.
ÒWhere did you find her? Her ass is perfect,Ó Brendan said. His
voice sounded throaty, constricted. Yet it was pleasantly deep.
ÒShe is virgin too,Ó Eveline answered.
ÒWow,Ó Brendan exclaimed. ÒTo the crop as well?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Eveline said.
I heard, they knew I heard, yet they didnÕt care. I passed my hands
behind myself to hide my bulbing nether cheeks. I could feel their
wiggling as I walked. I wished they would stop but it was not possible,
now that I was a teen. Especially not in these heels.
I felt my bosoms bouncing heavily on my chest. They were an
offering, it seemed, my nipples painted and stiff with desire. I wondered
who I would meet at the door this time. I felt my flat belly. I passed my
hands over my hips. They flared out, like the curves on a small violiin. I
yearned to tug on my skirt, but I wore none.
The guests filtered in. As I admitted each one they looked at me,
some with a smile, others merely evaluating me. My hips, my bosoms, the
stance of my legs. I found I pleased most of them, if not all, though all
didnÕt show it, save perhaps, in the men, with an increase in the size of
their crotch.
After letting in each of the guests I returned to sit on BrandonÕ lap.
I felt safe there. He was the youngest, and he admired me openly. Each
time he made me sit on the lump in his pants. My bottom moulded warmly
to it now, liking the insistent feel of him there, though it did press at me
quite urgently. We began to play a little game, he and I, me squeezing my
cheeks and shifting my weight to force him to stiffen and groan. The
other guests noticed, smiled. A woman who had entered got on her
husbandÕs lap. They kissed.
With his cock insistent in my bottom, Brandon grew increasingly
restless. I was myself, needing to pee. I wondered how I might escape
long enough to do it.
ÒI should like her exercised before dinner,Ó Brandon said suddenly.
He spoke to Eveline. She was minding Steve, keeping him obedient. Steve
had a small pile of hot dogs laid out on the grill. The fire was kept low.
Eveline liked her hot dogs slow-roasted.
Eveline looked at Brandon. ÒIÕm afraid thatÕs not possible,Ó she said.
She stood beside Steven, making him flinch by stroking his cock.
ÒNot... that,Ó Brandon replied. He patted my tummy. ÒA taste, rather,
of leather.Ó
ÒOh,Ó Eveline answered. ÒI suppose it would be alright.Ó She kissed
Steve. ÒThere is a room in back. Do it there. I do not wish for us to be
disturbed.Ó
Brandon shunted me off his lap. More couples were kissing now.
Their hands roamed discreetly as yet, touching just faces, torsos, as if
waiting for permission from Eveline to do more. A man sitting by himself
reached for Bethany but she skittered away, pointed her squirtgun at him.
He began to stand, but Malthus cleared his throat. The man was offered a
cigar by a middle-aged maid.
ÒAh, the wait... the wait,Ó the man complained.
ÒThis is not a whorehouse, dear,Ó Eveline said to the man. She
departed from Steve. She motioned for a woman to take her place
strumming the boy. ÒNot too much,Ó I heard her say. The woman nodded.
Brandon pushed me ahead of him. I felt his hands pressing against
my bare back and wished, suddenly, to run away, but in my heels, walking
unsteadily, there was no hope of that. Eveline followed. ÒI shall
supervise,Ó she told her husband.
We walked past the grecian urn and then turned sharply and went
down a hall. Another hall beckoned beyond the first, and at last I found
myself escorted into the back of the house. There was an old room there.
It looked like it had been recently dusted. Within was a bed. It had a
tight-fitted sheet on it, nothing else, as if it were intended to be some
sort of platform. The headboard was old, though, the paint flecked off, as
if ropes had been repeatedly tied around its posts. I spied a rope dangling
in a loose coil off one of them. It was black, like BrendanÕs trousers.
ÒSit on the bed,Ó Brendan said to me. He motioned with his arm. I
settled my bare bottom onto the cool of the sheets. It was chilly here, in
this back room. I heard an owl hoot out beyond its large picture windows.
ÒThe sheets are silk,Ó I said, feeling them with my hands and the
cheeks of my fanny.
ÒYes, the bedÕs for whipping, but I have made it as comfortable as
possible,Ó Eveline said. ÒIt has a softer mattress on it than it had before.
Though one bounces more now, kneeling upon it.Ó
ÒWhere are the pillows?Ó I asked.
Eveline laughed. ÒIt is like I told you,Ó she said. ÒItÕs not for
sleeping in. ItÕs strictly for whipping.Ó
ÒOh,Ó I said. I shivered. I felt a dryness in my throat, though I think
my pussy wettened.
ÒI wish for her to put on stockings,Ó Brendan said to Eveline. He
drew a pair from his shirt pocket. I had wondered what was folded so
neatly there. I had mistaken them for a handkerchief.
ÒOh, yes, theyÕre lovely,Ó Eveline remarked. Brandon unfolded them
and I saw that they were made of sheer silk. They were white, with bands
at the top of them to keep them snug against oneÕs thighs.
ÒMay I?Ó Brendan asked. He looked at me. I felt afraid to nod but
somehow I managed to. He knelt. I was surprised. He looked like Prince
Charming, kneeling like that at my feet. My toes wiggled in my open-toed
heels. My feet dangled, unable to touch the floor.
ÒKeep your legs open,Ó Eveline said to me. She brushed my hair back
off my shoulders. It was gold, she stroked it softly as Brendan removed
my heels.
The stockings were slipped on. He drew them up my legs slowly. I
shuddered.
ÒI have to pee,Ó I said to Brendan in a small voice. He looked up, but
his eyes did not reach my face. They stopped at my cream-covered slit.
ÒOh dear, this is not the time,Ó Eveline said to me. ÒYou have cream
all over you there. YouÕd have to pee through the cream.Ó
ÒI will... make an opening for her,Ó Brendan offered. He spoke to
Eveline, not me. She said nothing. Perhaps she wished to save my passion
for her party. Yet her fingers gripped my bare shoulder to hold me as
Brendan leaned in between my legs.
I flinched. My back shot up erectly as I felt BrendanÕs tounge invade
my slit. He tasted my cream, my honey beneath, within the folds of my
slit.
ÒOooooh!Ó I cried in a small, stifled voice, trying not to notice him,
yet relieved, I think, that at last something was sticking within me there.
I arched my hips toward him. His tongue invaded more deeply. My breasts
shook on my chest. My nipples stemmed atop them.
In my slit his toungue worked like some big worm trying to get into
a hole. I wished to clamp my legs, did, but his head was in the way and I
couldnÕt bring them together. Repeatedly I arched my hips at him. At last
he drew his face away. I laughed, wishing heÕd return, yet delighted at
how silly he looked. He had a dot of whipped cream on his nose. He had
cream on his lips. His tongue darted out and circled his lips and wiped
them clean.
He rose. The feel of his stubbled face between my legs lingered still
on the insides of my thighs.
ÒTie her down,Ó Brendan said to Eveline.
ÒOh! Will it hurt?Ó I asked, suddenly realizing what we must be
about. Eveline looked at me, at my face, nodded.
ÒIt must, dear. Otherwise thereÕs no point to it,Ó she said. Her
hands came to my shoulders, turned my frail, thin frame so that I was
drawn up. I twisted, moving as she wished. I pulled my feet onto the bed.
I had stockings on now, but no heels. Brandon had forgotten to put them
back on.
ÒBut I must pee!Ó I said.
ÒYou are bare, except for your lovely stockings,Ó Eveline said. ÒPee
in the bed if you must. IÕll wipe you with a towel after itÕs over.Ó
ÒNoooo,Ó I said, but it was a half-spoken howl, for I let her urge me
forward, kneeing my way to the head of the bed. She pressed my head
down.
ÒKeep your bottom up, dearest,Ó Eveline said. She drew my wrists
out. She took the coiled rope off the bedpost and wrapped it around my
wrists, keeping them together, binding them so that my arms stuck out
straight in front of me, my elbows tugged close. In back of me I heard
Brendan warn me to keep my knees apart.
ÒPin up her hair,Ó Brendan said when my wrists had been secured to
the head of the bed. IÕd watched them being tied, heard Brandon behind me.
He was opening cabinets in an armoire. I heard long and short things being
whisked through the air. ÒPin up her hair,Ó he said again. ÒI want to be
able to see her face.Ó
Eveline bent over me. I knelt on the bed with my ass high, my tummy
curving down so that my ribs and boobs pressed into the sheets. With my
head I tried to turn and look back at Brendan.
ÒKeep still, honey, I must pin up your hair,Ó Eveline scolded me.
When it was done I was permitted to look back. Brendan was there, a long
swishy thing, very thin, bent between his two big hands. He remained
clothed, though I thought perhaps his zipper might burst any moment, he
looked so large in that place.
ÒPee if you must, dear, but try to hold it as long as you can,Ó Eveline
told me. She stroked a hand along my back. My tan lines stood out against
my skin, where I normally wore my bra. All was nude now, including my
ass, which stood up like the tail of some rabbit trying to find an opening
in the snow. I wished I had a pillow. I felt saliva pooling in the corner of
my mouth when I turned my head to one side.
ÒBe brave, darling,Ó I heard Eveline say. SheÕd moved so that her
body was next to my upraised rear. Very gently she patted each of my
naked cheeks. ÒOh, they will be so sore soon,Ó I heard her say in a muted
half-whisper. I clenched my bottom, hearing that. Yet, in my innocence, I
kept it uplifted. I had never tasted punishment before. It intrigued me.
Brendan intrigued me. Curiosity killed the cat but I was just a kitten, I
told myself, a little kitty stretching on a soft cool bedsheet.
I heard voices.
ÒOh, look how courageous she is!Ó I heard a woman say.
I looked, guessed there were people in the roomÕs doorway, but they
did not enter. Eveline seemed displeased with their presence. I heard her
say something in a loud whisper but I couldnÕt make it out because she had
her head turned away from me, towards the door.
ÒSpread your legs wider,Ó Brendan said to me. His voice was low,
threatening. I didnÕt wish to, not in front of the people, but I was afraid
and let my knees slide a little more apart. I wished he might wedge his
face between my thighs again, instead of whipping my bottom.
ÒShe will be uncomfortable at dinner,Ó I heard a woman say.
ÒBut such pretty stockings,Ó another said. ÒI wish my husband would
dress me in stockings like that each time he whipped me.Ó
ÒDo not be too lax,Ó I heard a man say gruffly to Brendan. ÒShe is
young. She can endure much.Ó
By now, I must confess, with my cunny buzzing and everyone making
me the center of attention, I was actually wishing Brendan might give me
a blow. IÕd never been struck before. I felt erotic. I moved my body a
little on the sheet, letting my nipples scrape against the sheet where my
bosoms pressed into it. I knew I was very naughty to present myself so
boldly like this, yet must a girl not do it sometime? I flexed my slim
legs. I let out a small sigh, as if bored.
ÒShe wants it,Ó I heard a man say.
ÒShe is too pretty,Ó a woman said.
ÒNot a mark upon her,Ó a third said.
SWIIIIIK! Suddenly I heard a whistling sound and it was immediately
followed, not like before, by the stillness of the room, but by a very hot-
feeling stick slicing across my bottom. It bounced off, but left a
sensation in its wake like that of a brand.
ÒYeeeeeowwwch!Ó I cried. My head lurched forward, my bottom
following, impelled by the stick. Then my chin arched up, and my ass
seemed to rebound, as if to follow the stick and ask for another. I felt
tears wet my eyes.
ÒAh, such perfection!Ó I heard a man intone.
ÒYes she has a glorious bottom,Ó I heard a female agree. A third,
with a small, high voice, giggled. I felt my whole body stiffen and
realized it must be Bethany.
ÒCan I shoot her ass?Ó I heard Bethany inquire.
ÒNo, dear, you may not!Ó Eveline replied. I guessed she had not
planned for my caning to be a public spectacle. I felt a tear run down my
cheek and wished they would leave, especially Bethany.
ÒSlowly, it must be done slowly,Ó I heard Eveline say. She seemed to
stay a desire on BrendanÕs part to hit me again. I welcomed her
intervention. My bottom smarted horribly, in a thin hot line across my
cheeks. Yet to wait would only prolong the whole thing, would it not? I
wished that it were over, yet knew it couldnÕt be yet. Could it?
ÒMay I get up?Ó I asked.
ÒShe is ready,Ó Eveline said.
ÒYYYYYEEEEEEECKCKCK!Ó I shouted. Like swift-striking lightning
from some horrible god, BrendanÕs cane descended across my bottom again.
My furrow tightened, seemed to clutch at the air between its hot cheeks. I
put my face into the sheet beneath me and ground my face hard against the
satin, not caring if I wrecked my makeup. My bottom rotated in the air
behind me, wishing to capture the cool air in the room upon and within my
scorched cheeks. I felt more tears on my face.
SWIIIIICK! Again the cane. Again I lurched forward, dragging my
heavy bosoms across the bed. Again I felt as if my bottom were somehow
apart, yet painfully connected to me, burning behind me as if little
Bethany had shot streams of hot oil across it.
More strokes were given, my face pressed into the bed, my bottom
bulbing hotly behind me. I wished to get up and yet, perversely, I wished
to endure, to please Brendan. It was my first whipping and IÕd wondered
sometimes, as a little girl, seeing old British schoolboy films, what it
must be like, seeing the boys take down their pants and be whipped by
their master. And now it was me! I was bare-assed. Brendan weilded the
cane and though I hated him now, really hated him, I knew there could be
no handsomer master in all the world if a girl needed to get what I was
receiving.
ÒYes, keep your bottom up,Ó Eveline told me. ÒYou are doing very
well.Ó
I took three more blows. Each seared my seat like nothing IÕd ever
felt. I bucked on the bed and felt it creak beneath me. I felt my pee in my
belly and wished to let it out upon the sheets but was too scared, yet its
wetness would have been welcome if I could, somehow, have sprinkled it
on my bottom.
ÒOh, let her pause, let her pause,Ó Eveline said to Brendan. I had
begun crying. Eveline made Brendan put down his cane and she waited
while I absorbed the stinging from the last of his blows. When I was
mostly still, just my bottom wiggling, my cheeks urgent in the air for
relief, she took my face in her hands and turned it towards her. She kissed
me. She put a teacup to my lips. It was cool, ice tea. She bade me sip it.
ÒIt has a valium in it, dear,Ó Eveline said. ÒIt will help a little.Ó
I lapped at the tea. It was held in a teacup that was made of fine
china, yet what a wicked use to put it to! I spilled some tea on the sheet
under my chin. I could only lick at it like a cat, I could not manage to
swallow it. Eveline seemed not to mind that IÕd spilled some of the tea.
She patted my head. She withdrew the cup. ÒShe is ready,Ó she said to
Brendan.
By now my face was drenched with tears. I plopped my face back
into the bedsheet and wished I could do the same with my ass.
ÒI wish to SEE your face, bitch!Ó Brendan yelled. He struck me hard
against my bottom. My chin lurched up. My eyes gazed at the ceiling,
squinting, seeing nothing but how far it was from my bed. I would have
flown to it if I could, to protect my bottom.
Again, even as I tried desperately to recover from the previous blow,
the cane sliced into my ass again. I drew in the cheeks of my heinie,
involuntarily, felt them spring back out again, felt the full impact of the
caneÕs impression seize my hinds only after Brendan had long since drawn
it back. I ground my teeth. I felt then, even as I tried so hard to squeeze
my cheeks together and somehow squeeze out the pain, a strange sense of
exhiliration wash over me. I was so vulnerable, so exposed, my buns
forming a burning ball of upturned fire behind me, like a hot sun rising at
dawn.
ÒScream, darling, scream! It is alright,Ó Eveline said to me. She
leaned forward and stroked my long, tousled mane of golden blonde hair.
She could see that I was clamping my mouth tight, some new resolve
overcoming me. Did I wish for him never to stop? I shook my ass at
Brendan, ferociously, wantonly. Then my resolve broke and I cried to the
very rafters, the tip of the mansionÕs peaked roof.
As I felt a scream break from my lungs, I knew suddenly why IÕd
tried, all of a sudden, to contain my emotion. It was to give me the
fortitude to contain something far more important. My bladder. I felt
anew the pressure of the pee in my tummy. I felt a desperate sense, as I
let out my newest scream, that I could not hold it.
ÒDarling, are you to be naughty?Ó Eveline asked me, sensing my need.
She ran her fingers across my hot forehead.
Brendan struck me anew with his cane. A blaze of heat, imprinted so
thinly across my wobbling bottom, making a new mark where already heÕd
marked me so thoroughly.
ÒYnnnnghghghgheeeeeee!Ó Grinding my teeth, I tried to stop myself,
but the harshness of the cane was too much for me. Suddenly, I felt a
spurting come from between my legs, my lips. I heard it hit the white
sheet beneath me. I tensed my white-stockinged legs, trying to stop it,
but it was no use. Once my stream had started, my body was too far gone
to stop it. I shuddered as I peed. I was wetting the bed like a little girl
and I felt absolutely mortified. I felt the splash from the pee against my
white stockings. I wished I could reach down with my hand and cup
myself, but my hands were tied beyond my head and useless to me.
ÒBottom high, legs apart,Ó Eveline warned me. She saw my knees
begin to skitter toward each other. She slapped the backs of my thighs,
forced me to keep myself open. My pussy lips pissed their offering. I
could not stop them.
I had been broken. All my reserve had been whipped out of me. I had
peed, and I felt so embarrassed. I could hear Bethany giggling nervously
somewhere behind me, standing in the doorway with, perhaps, someone
caressing her own bare bottom, with plans for her. I hung my head. I kept
my bottom high, lest I be struck even more forcefully for dropping my
poise, my posture, yet now I felt as if some boundary had been crossed,
some crack in my girlish reserve broken through.
As if in benediction, Brendan dropped his cane and stepped forward
and kissed my bottom. I felt his cool lips upon my hot flesh. My rump!
Nobody had ever kissed me there, yet now his hands cupped my split peach
and held it, wriggling, in his large hands, as his stubbled face came
against it and kissed it.
I felt evelineÕs fingers at my wrists. She freed them. I drew them
toward me, hid them under my breasts. Brendan kept kissing my bottom.
With my face pressed to the bed, my hands safely tucked underneath me, I
felt a strange desire to stick my ass in his face. I lifted it, despite its
soreness. I tried to smother him by shoving it up against his mouth. He
held me, kissed my hot bottom. I had a small ass, he laughed.
I had evil thoughts. I wished for him to spear me in my ass with his
thing. But he only kissed it, despite the bulge in his trousers. He had
enormous reserve, I thought, for someone as young as 21. An older man,
perhaps, might hold himself in, but someone as fine and young and
strapping as Brendan? Yet he did, and I found myself admiring him, though
when I finally found it within myself to turn my head and look up at him I
stuck my tongue out at him.
Brendan laughed. He let go of my sore bottom. He turned, walked
with the casual air of a conqueror back to the guests waiting in the
doorway. Eveline bent over me and helped me up. My bottom was ravaged.
I let out a shout as she lifted me and forced me to use it to sit on. I had to
lean to one side. I could not bear its contact against the soft bedsheets.
ÒStand,Ó Eveline told me. She gripped my hand tightly as I rose to
my feet. She made me step into my heels. The insides of my thighs were
wet with my pee. I could not stop moving my bottom. It felt like a ball of
flame behind me, yet only it had been struck. The backs of my thighs, my
back, were untouched, cool in the coolness of the room.
Eveline drew me away from the bed. I teetered in my high heels. I
did not like wearing them. My bottom hurt too much to wear them, yet I
must, I saw, as I lifted my eyes to look at the man whoÕd struck me.
Brendan. He stood with arms folded across his chest, watching me,
evaluating my every step. Who was winning this war between us, I
wondered? For despite the severity of his look, he seemed mesmerized by
me, almost addicted to me. He paid no attention to the other beautiful
women, who drew close to him, surrounded him, one even reaching for his
zipper. Yet seeing the other women, I knew I could not displease him, for
he might turn against me, take an interest in them instead, and punish me
for breaking the spell through which I held his eyes so intently.
Carefully I walked on my heels. I hated the tall spikes on them that
elongated my legs, made my ass almost into a spectacle as it wiggled
behind me. I gripped EvelineÕs hand even as she gripped at me. I tried to
touch my seat, I flinched. It hurt too much for even my own fingers to
graze it.
Eveline drew me past Brendan. My head turned as I passed. I saw his
zipper pulled down. A young woman, bending low, gasped her breath across
his crotch as he sprang out into her fingers. He was huge! I thought for a
moment IÕd seen a snake being released, he came out so long, darting,
thrusting into her small hands which flew away like birds, lest he defile
them. Then, his big sausage exposed to the air, to her eyes, her breath, her
hands fluttered back down again, to take purchase on his hot throbbing
hugely-inflated organ.
ÒBrendan!Ó I cried. I knew then I was lost. HeÕd been utterly cruel to
me, yet I did not want her to have him. I wanted him for myself, including
his big throbbing cock.
ÒYou must bathe, dear. You cannot be seen at dinner with your pee
all over your stockings,Ó Eveline told me. I heard other zippers unzipped
as I moved through the guests hanging within the doorway. I heard
Bethany scream. Yet it was a happy, little-girl scream, as girls utter
when they play. Half-shocked, half delighted. I wished to stay, yet
Eveline tugged me on. ÒIt will not take long,Ó she whispered. ÒI shall do
you myself.Ó
Upstairs, Eveline took me down the hall and into the bathroom
Bethany and I had been given. We entered the bathroom from the hall. We
did not pass through the bedroom Bethany and I had been given. The door
between the two rooms was shut. I heard a muffled scream beyond it.
Were the maids playing? I heard a sharp crack, as of something thin and
hard against something tender and soft. I started, freezing in my tracks.
Eveline kissed my cheek, told me not to worry. Was one of the maids being
disciplined, I wondered, or forced into wicked games by the other?
ÒRelax, darling, it does not involve you,Ó Eveline told me. ÒYou have
had yours already. You are only here for your bath, then I must hurry you
downstairs to dinner.Ó She kissed me again. My body relaxed, a little. Yet
it tensed again when I heard the report of a new blow, and again a muffled
scream. Eveline kissed me once more. Her hand played across my nipples.
ÒPay it no mind,Ó she whispered.
Eveline took off my shirt-collar cuffs and rapped on the bedroom
door. In a little while, a maid entered. She was young, a mere slip of a
girl. I saw her hair was mussed and she had new welts across her bottom,
snaking round to the fronts of her thighs where something had caught her,
something long and sharply delivered. There were tears in her eyes but
she kept her chin up, tried to look professional in her bearing. Her hair
was loose, long red curly hair. She tossed it back as if uncaring of her
condition, yet I knew from her tears she was only trying to pretend
nothing had happened to her. I guessed it was her muffled screams IÕd
heard. I thought I saw marks at the corner of her mouth where something
had been tied quite tightly.
ÒHave you been slack in your chores again, Linda?Ó Eveline asked.
She did not really look at the girl as she spoke to her. She lifted up the
cuffs sheÕd taken off my wrists, the shirt-collar cuffs. They were
wrinkled from the rope that had bound them to the bed downstairs. ÒIron
these, nice and crisp,Ó Eveline told the girl. ÒShe must wear them again
after her bath, at dinner. Remember to unfasten the gold cuff links before
you iron them. DonÕt be lazy, Linda. And fasten them back on when youÕre
done.Ó
Linda accepted the cufflinks. I sat in the bath, leaning slightly to
one side, the water sloshing around my tummy. Bubbles foamed about me,
making me feel like Venus rising from the sea. I still wore my bow tie, a
black collar of cloth wrapped around my neck, standing out starkly against
my nude body. I was wet from the waist down but my upper half had not
submerged into the bathwater yet. My hair was still pinned up, loosely. I
felt my bosoms rising and falling on my chest, my nipples painted, as I
stared at Linda. Her eye caught mine, she looked away quickly.
ÒTake off her bow tie, it must be ironed too,Ó Eveline said to Linda.
Eveline sat back on her heels, kneeling outside my tub, elegant in her dress
with myself and Linda both quite nude. Linda bent forward. She wore a
maidÕs waist-bib, long white stockings, heels, but nothing else. Her
breasts were like hanging ripe fruit as she leaned in towards me. I saw
the tears glistening in her eyes. Her cheeks were wet where theyÕd run
down her face. With quiet fingers she unfastened my bow tie. Her face
was submissive. I wanted to kiss her but didnÕt dare, in front of Eveline.
She drew off my tie, stood upright.
ÒWell? You wonÕt iron them by merely standing there, girl. Hop to
it!Ó Eveline said with a dismissive wave of her hand. Linda drew the bow
tie IÕd worn to her chest. My cuff links were tucked in a pocket in the
front of her apron. She turned, I saw the full expanse of her bottom. It
was as wealed as IÕd feared. Long, red weals, newly formed. TheyÕd been
delivered by someone implacable. They put her in a much worse condition
than me. Despite my soreness IÕd not been as deeply marked as she.
Brendan had a light hand, but it had stung me awfully, for I was new to it.
She needed more, I guessed. It had not been her first time.
With a self-conscious wriggling of her bare hips, almost sashaying,
Linda left us, retreated back into the bedroom from which sheÕd come.
Quietly she closed the door behind her. I heard no more muffled screams,
no more sharp reports of a sharply-weilded instrument striking bare flesh.
Eveline wet a sponge and ran it over the mounds of my breasts. ÒDo
you know what my role is here, darling?Ó she asked me. I shook my head. I
did not know, wasnÕt sure I wanted to. ÒIt is to keep you, and Bethany, at
your very best,Ó she said. ÒAnd Linda too, for she is a rich girl, from a
very wealthy family. She is only playing at being maid, for a little while,
to teach her submissiveness.Ó Eveline watched my nipples rise under her
sponge. She smiled. ÒYes, you must be at your very best. Even if your
masters are cruel to you, which they very well may be, you must always
strive to look your best and keep up the very best manners. At dinner
tonight, especially, I shall be watching you. And Bethany too. Even though
your bottom hurts I expect you to sit at the table very prim and proper,
using your very best table manners. Do you understand, darling?Ó Eveline
asked me. I nodded. I didnÕt want to agree to that, but I knew any choice
in the matter had long since been taken from me. I must be at my very
best, and she would quite happily punish me for any slacking. She might
even punish me if I didnÕt slack, like Brendan had, though I suspected I
could remain on her good side, at least, by doing as she told me. Brendan
had whipped me out of fierce male lust. Eveline was a female. She knew
how much the cane had hurt, coming against my bottom. I trusted she
would not make me feel it, unless a man told her to. We were women
together, she and I. She might feel the cane as easily and quickly as I, if a
man wished it. Impulsively I leaned up within the tub. I kissed her cheek.
Eveline laughed. She drew back, picked up a bottle of Winnie the Pooh
shampoo. She squirted it in my hair. I felt like a baby, newly delivered,
newly spanked by the doctor. And I was being delivered, wasnÕt I? From
my girlish ways into womenhood.
ÒIs she ready yet?Ó I heard. My head turned sharply. Who was
invading our privacy, our private shared kisses? Eveline too turned her
head, a little surprised, put out, that our female retreat should be
interrupted.
He stood in the door that opened into the hall. Brendan. His cock
was out, trembling like some huge stiff snake in the air. Yet otherwise he
was clothed still. I saw saliva gleaming on his cock, the imprint of
female lips wearing lipstick. I thought I saw a small hickey on it where
lips had given way to the small bite of lusting female teeth.
ÒBrendan!Ó Eveline said. ÒYou should not interrupt us before sheÕs
ready.
ÒI- I want her,Ó Brendan said. He strode in from the doorway,
toward us. How long had he been standing there? I had not heard him open
the door. He must have done it quietly. Had he seen me kiss Eveline, seen
her kiss me?
BrendanÕs eyes were hard, bright. They reminded me of a rabid dog. I
shrank down in the bathwater. I would hide, like a seal, under the surface
of the sea, under the ice floe of bubbles.
Eveline stood. She faced Brendan. It was then I learned that there
was more to this place than simply male domination, though undoubtedly,
if Malthus wished, they could have the upper hand whenever they wished.
Yet in this respect it was not wished, here in the bathroom.
ÒBrendan, this is not a whorehouse,Ó Eveline said to Brendan. She
regarded his cock as a small girl might regard a big dog, happened upon as
she played. A big dog with a tendency to bite the neighborhood children.
Eveline stepped back a little from him, from his cock, but then, because
she was not a small girl, but a woman, she raised her face and addressed
him directly again. ÒYou must go downstairs, Brendan,Ó she said. ÒI know
youÕre desperately hard. But you know as well as I that Malthus doesnÕt
choose to have you come here simply to give you relief. You can find that
anywhere. You know that here, in this house, it is a testing of your loins,
of your character, that is what matters. That is what we play at. Sex can
be had anywhere. Go, open that door, go into the bedroom and tell little
Linda that youÕve broken a taboo by coming in here. SheÕs most unhappy at
having her bottom whipped, for not doing her chores. She will be delighted
to have someone to take out her unhappiness on.Ó
ÒWhat?!Ó Brendan asked. ÒIÕm not going to have my ass whipped. Do
you think IÕm going to sit at dinner like some punished girl?Ó He shot me a
quick glance. I was sitting delicately as I could in the tub, resting on my
hip to keep my sore heinie off the hard bottom of the tub.
ÒNot your ass, no, Brendan,Ó Eveline said with a wicked smile. She
walked to the door separating the bath from the bedroom. She rapped on
the door.
ÒYesÕm?Ó a small voice asked. Linda opened the door, peeked in. She
held a hot iron in her hand.
ÒYou must punish BrendanÕs penis,Ó Eveline said to Linda. ÒPut the
iron down, girl. Go fetch a penis whip. Bring it and show Brendan that he
is not to intrude on girlsÕ baths.Ó
ÒYesÕm,Ó Linda replied. She disappeared.
ÒBe a man, Brendan,Ó Eveline said to the young man. ÒYou wished to
see Lisa with a sore bottom. Now you can share a similar experience.Ó
ÒOh, please maÕam, donÕt!Ó I cried from the tub. I didnÕt want to see
BrendanÕs fine young organ punished. Secretly I wished for him to step
into the tub and make me take it.
ÒHe must,Ó Eveline said to me. ÒDo not complain, girl, though I
admire your love for him, your forgiveness.Ó She smiled. ÒYou make such
an excellent slave. Finish your bath, dear. I must supervise BrendanÕs
cock.Ó
BrendanÕs face took on a nervous appearance. His cock stuck out
lustily. Eveline knelt worshipfully in front of him and insisted in opening
his trousers completely.
ÒAll must be seen, exposed, dearest,Ó Eveline told Brenan. Perhaps
it was because she was older than he that he let her get away with
undoing his pants. Softly her hands worked, softly her breath exhaled upon
him, yet there could be no doubt that the result of all this attention would
be a very painful connection between his cock and the little penis whip. I
watched. I scrubbed myself. My sponge dipped beneath the water and I
found it against my pussy. I rubbed myself there. I hoped Eveline didnÕt
notice that I was masturbating my slit instead of properly taking a bath.
Linda returned. She crept into the bathroom, from the hall. She did
not return from the bedroom. I guessed she had had to look rather far
afield for a penis whip. Most times, I suspected, only girls were punished
in this house. But tonight, for a time, it would be different. For poor
Steve downstairs, being forced to suffer an anal initiation before he could
have his way with us girls, and for Brendan, too, because heÕd broken a
taboo, spying on a girl having her bath.
Linda looked as affrighted as I was to see BrendanÕs dick whipped.
Yet I saw her own fingers had slipped beneath her maidÕs bib. She touched
her own slit as excitedly as I fingered mine. Eveline scolded her for
frigging herself, but said nothing when the girl kep her hand right where it
was.
ÒPresent yourself, Brendan. Hold your hips forth and let your cock
stick out in all its glory,Ó Eveline said to my lover. He hardly needed
encouragement. Even with his hips drawn back, his cock still stuck out
like some sturdy re-bar in front of him, a bar where a small girl might
suspend herself and do her gymnastics.
With a slender finger, Eveline stroked the underside of BrendanÕs
penis. She coaxed him to straighten his posture and arch forward his hips.
He obyed, too manly perhaps to be found a coward. Within inches of his
cock, the penis whip dangled, held by Linda, who still tickled herself under
her maidÕs-bib.
ÒGive it to him, girl,Ó Eveline said to Linda. ÒDonÕt be shy about it or
IÕll have Matilda give you another whipping on your bare ass.Ó
ÒYesÕm,Ó Linda gulped. She drew in her breath. Her bosoms, large as
mine, rose on her chest. Then, looking down like a girl might at a snake
slithering through the grass, wide-eyed, she brought down her hand.
ÒYEEEEOUCH!Ó Brendan shouted.
ÒThe goose tastes his own medicine,Ó Eveline laughed. A bright red
line formed across the throbby, veined shaft of BrendanÕs cock where the
whip had struck it.
ÒAgain,Ó Eveline told Linda. ÒHe has no reservation about whipping a
girlÕs bottom. Let him taste the feel of it on his ÔmanlyÕ cock.Ó She
laughed again.
ÒNo,Ó Brendan said. But he did not move, or cower. He kept his hips
forward, his legs apart, as Eveline wished, his testicles dangling under
him like soft swollen balls, covered with a light growth of hair. I knew he
must be feeling intense pressure within those twin hanging balls, yet
somehow he kept the fluid in them contained. Eveline stepped behind him
and drew back his wrists. ÒLisa,Ó she called to me. ÒStop frigging
yourself in the bath. Come here and lick your lover between strokes of the
whip to ease his pain. He is a man, after all. Here men are treated gently,
even when they must be punished.Ó
I sprang from the tubÕs water. Dripping, still diddling my slit with
my fingers, I rushed to Brendan and dropped to my knees before him. I
raised my face to his cock and drew my tongue in a long, loving stroke
along his huge member.
Brendan shuddered.
ÒOh dear, pain makes you want to cum, but pleasant licking does
too,Ó Eveline laughed. ÒWell, Brendan, you donÕt seem satisfied either
way. Look how these bare hairy asscheeks of yours tense up as she
touches your cock with her soft tongue. It is worse for you, I think, than
the whip! Give him another, Linda, to help him control himself.Ó
WHACK! Linda applied the whip again, almost hitting my face in the
process. I drew back, waited. Brendan hollared, groaned. I thought he
looked quite silly standing there, on the soft pink bathroom rug, with his
pants down around his ankles. Yet as soon as the whip had flown away I
darted in again with my tongue.
ÒYes, bathe his balls with your tongue,Ó Eveline told me. She
reached out and cupped the back of my head and pushed me so that when
my licking tongue reached the base of BrendanÕs shaft it kept right on
going, slipping down along his hairy pouch. ÒWho knows? The whip might
hit his balls. WoulndÕt that be something to remember me by, eh
Brendan?Ó Eveline asked.
ÒNo,Ó Brendan said, but he kept his hips resolutely forward, letting
me tongue him all round his big hairy balls.
When I had tasted BrendanÕs testicle pouch, Linda gave him a new
blow on his cock. Down near the base she struck, and the whip, perhaps as
planned, curled down round his shaft and hit, like a beeÕs sting, with its
tip against BrendanÕs testicle pouch.
ÒYEEEEEEEOWWWWWCH!Ó Brendan hollared. He drew in his hips,
gritted his teeth, squeezed his eyes shut. Eveline was bumped backwards.
One of her large tits popped from behind the apron-like front of her dress.
She tucked it back within, though hiding little more than the nipple, for
the dress was so narrow in front it showed the sides of her breasts quite
distinctly. Vengefully she shoved BrendanÕs hips forward again.
ÒPresent your cock, young man,Ó she said. ÒHave some courage!Ó
ÒI do, I do,Ó Brendan whined. He was broken, I realized. Like I had
been downstairs, on the bed. A real fear showed in his eyes now, though
he offered his cock again to the whip. Linda struck. He howled. He yanked
his hips back but Eveline shoved his bare ass forward again. Both her
breasts spilled from behind the narrow front of her dress. This time she
didnÕt bother to replace them.
We went downstairs. I was fresh from my bath. My hair was piled
neatly atop my head. I wore my freshly ironed wrist-cuffs about my
wrists. My bow tie adorned my throat. The gold cufflinks on my wrists
gleamed, as did my earrings. They were new, given to me upstairs by
Eveline. They were clip-ons. She told me that before I left here I must
have my ears pierced.
I walked quietly. I still felt the silkiness of the baby powder that
had been newly sprinkled on my hurt bottom. It was red, like a tomato, but
Eveline assured me that, since I had no real welts, it would be white again
soon, by tomorrow perhaps, though I had no guarantee I wouldnÕt be put
over and spanked anew, perhaps harder. I prayed no one else took an
interest in my bottom in that way this evening.
My bush had a new coating of Kool-Whip. I walked with my hands at
my sides, wishing I could clap them in front of my nest. I knew I looked
silly with Kool-Whip smeared all over my pussy hairs, though perhaps men
might think me seductive, decorated that way. On my feet I wore new high
heels. Eveline liked dressing me in new shoes, said they made me look
extra special.
BrendanÕs pants were pulled up again, but his cock remained on
display. It was lacerated with a humiliating welter of whip marks.
Somehow, he had survived them all without cumming. Eveline walked
behind him, her dress restored over her breasts. Linda walked with me,
holding my hand. SheÕd been invited by Eveline to our dinner, because sheÕd
been so good with the whip.
We entered a dining room. I saw the guests all there, arranged
around a big maghogany table. It had a linen tablecloth on it, linen
napkins. The plates were all made of fine china. The serving dishes were
silver.
ÒOoooh, let me see your bottom!Ó Bethany cried. She sprang from her
chair at the dinner table. She ran to me. I saw she still wore her firehat,
her rubber boots. There were fingermarks in her pussy where someone,
probably her, had swiped a finger, removing the coating of cream here and
there. I saw she had a dollop of cream in the corner of her mouth. I
guessed sheÕd been fingering her sweet slit and licking the cream off her
finger with her tongue. She was naughty, yet no one had harmed her.
Perhaps the squirtgun she carried, like a talisman, had done its job.
ÒOh!Ó Bethany exclaimed. SheÕd run round behind me and started
when she saw the state of my fanny. It was polished by the cane, a bright
hue of red that made both my cheeks glow like a rising sun in the morning,
against the whiteness of my back and my thighs. ÒYou got it good,Ó
Bethany told me. ÒYou were very naughty.Ó Impulsively she squirted her
squrit gun. I shouted. I felt hot squirts of baby oil spurt onto my bare
seat.
ÒBethany! You are not to use your gun until youÕre given permission
to,Ó Eveline scolded.
ÒI already did,Ó Bethany answered. ÒI had to squirt all the guys
penises, to make them lubed.Ó
ÒIt is alright,Ó a woman said. She rose catlike from her chair at the
table. I had let her in, earlier, but now she was dressed differently from
when IÕd seen her. She wore a collar round her neck. A strip of fabric,
thin as a leash, ran down from her throat to her pussy. There it crossed
under her, passing between the lips of her slit, it was so thin, then up
through her bottomcrack to rise again, up her back, to connect at the back
of her neck. Across her front a strand of cloth passed horizontally. It was
connected to the leash at her back and at her front, and passed just over
her nipples, keeping them hidden. It had no other purpose. Yet I saw her
risen nipples sticking up into the fabric, and wondered if it was really
good for anything, save perhaps tickling her a little within her slit when
she walked.
ÒAhh, Vanessa,Ó Eveline said. ÒI see you wore your Vamperilla suit
under your dress. Do you plan some torture for Malthus?Ó
ÒYou should have seen him flinch when I put heated baby oil in
BethanyÕs squirt gun and had her squirt him with it,Ó Vanessa smiled.
Languidly she crossed the room to where we stood. Her breasts, held tight
under the crossstrap that covered her nipples, nonetheless jiggled, and I
suspected a quick movement on her part would send them popping out from
under the crossstrap. Yet she managed to move without freeing her
nipples.
ÒMay I squirt his dick? It looks wounded,Ó Bethany asked Vanessa,
her eyes large, VanessaÕs lidded by contrast, almost sleepy.
ÒNo,Ó I breathed. ÒThat oilÕs hot!Ó My heinie stung under the ropy
cum-like strands of oil Bethany had shot onto me. I wished to reach back
and rub my cheeks, but they were too sore from the whipping IÕd gotten.
ÒShe has compassion for the man who caned her. How sweet,Ó
Vanessa said to Eveline, glancing at me. ÒNonetheless I wish to see his
whip-lacerated penis squirted with hot oil. Do it, please, Bethany.Ó
ÒYeeee!Ó Bethany squealed. She fired her little squirt gun. Poor
Brendan, his cock already aching, flinched under the stinging assault. Wet
oil spurted onto his cock. He twisted his thing away, but it was so big
that little darting Bethany, following, could harldy miss it.
ÒCome, let us eat,Ó Malthus bellowed from the table. I turned,
looked at him. He sat at the head of the table, Steve seated beside him.
From the way he sat, easily, I guessed Malthus had let Steve take out his
dildo. His hands were free, he sat tall, yet bare, while the other men still
wore suits. Some of the women were topless. Others still wore their
dresses, though their hair looked a little mussed, from kissing, I guessed.
Brendan, despite the lacerations on his penis, bore himself with
dignity as we headed for the table. He took my arm. When we reached the
table he drew back a chair for me. HeÕd been so harsh with me just a little
earlier, using the cane on my bottom, yet now he whispered in my ear for
me to sit and held my hand aloft, lightly, letting me position myself as if I
were a grand dame at a ball. I saw there was a pillow atop the chairÕs
satin cushion, for my bottom. The others did not need pillows. Only I had
been caned. Brendan whispered to me that heÕd specially requested it so I
would have as much opportunity as possible to enjoy my meal.
I sat down. My bare, sore cheeks spread upon the pillow. I let out a
gasp, despite the pillowÕs softness. I had indeed Ògotten it good,Ó from
the very man who was now a perfect gentleman. I suspected I would not
be the last to find sitting down unpleasant before the evening was over.
A waiter appeared. Middle-aged, mustached. With a flourish he
produced a large chefÕs salad, removing a silver cover off a silver tray. He
paid no attention, not visibly, at least, to the fact that most of his female
diners were topless and all his male diners were forced to sit with their
penises exposed under the table.
There was a chorus of appreciative sighs at the sight of the salad.
It was an artful jumble of spinach leaves, iceberg lettuce, sliced salami,
pepperoni, and a variety of cheeses, plus onions and olives and mushrooms
and other vegetables too exotic for me to identify. The whole mountain of
veggies and meats and cheeses had been doused with a liberal sprinkling
of Italian dressing. Bare bosoms moved sensuously as the females closest
to the salad extended eager fingers. They plucked olives and mushrooms
and from the salad and popped them into their mouths. I reached, found I
could just catch at a slice of carrot, my breasts hanging pendantly
underneath me as I stretched across the table. I felt my nipples, hard,
skim across the surface of my wine glass. Burgundy, I think it was. It
stung my nipple.
The carrot was delicious. I ate it slowly, eyeing Brendan, who sat
next to me. With cautious fingers I reached over between his trousered
legs and clasped at his large penis. I wasnÕt sure such touching was
allowed, but perhaps I could snatch a feel of his lovely cock, and tease him
a little. I stroked his engorged member. He winced, tried not to let on to
the others what I was up to. His penis was super-sensitive from the
whipping it had received.
ÒPlease, IÕll spill,Ó Brendan gasped under his breath, casting a quick
glance at me.
ÒSuch a pity that would be,Ó I teased in answer. ÒEveline might have
to give Linda permission to whip your ass then!Ó I felt wicked. Somehow,
his caning had liberated me. I was still a virgin, yet I felt like a full-
grown woman.
ÒLisa, what are you up to?Ó Eveline asked from the head of the table,
sitting next to Malthus.
ÒNothing, maÕam,Ó I replied. Quickly I withdrew my hand.
ÒSheÕs playing with him,Ó Bethany tattled. I glared at her.
ÒBethany, how is your bottom feeling this evening?Ó Malthus asked
my friend. ÒIs it comfortable?Ó
Bethany squirmed in her seat, checking. ÒYes, sir,Ó she replied. The
other guests laughed. Bethany gulped, realizing the question may not have
been quite as straightforward as it sounded. She had, I supposed, imagined
that I could be caned while she escaped entirely from such punishment.
Yet now that assumption was thrown into doubt. I saw her peer down at
her salad and take a great interest in it. Just before sheÕd seemed
diffident, apparently used to plain salads at home. Yet now, sitting
squarely in her seat, she forked her salad with no complaint. Yet when she
drew the forkful of salad to her lips I saw her make a face, tasting the
Italian dressing. Such a little girl, I thought. WasnÕt she really too young
for all this? She looked so small and cute in her red firehat, with a black
bow tie around her neck, her cufflinks sparkling on her wrists. Yet her
bosoms were large and her nipples stood up stiffly. I guessed they would
not let such a well-endowed girl escape here unscathed, no matter how
young she might be. I myself was just a year older, though my breasts
were bigger.
It was a wicked party. At no time were we permitted simply to
relax and enjoy ourselves. Eveline reached over to Bethany and stroked the
girlÕs long, blonde hair. I had deep, rich blonde hair, but BethanyÕs was
almost white, infant-like, a fine mass of long corn silk, hanging down past
her pixie face and tumbling down her back. Eveline lifted it, as one might
caress the hair of a baby. But she said, quite seriously, ÒBethany, have you
ever been spanked?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Bethany answered. Her small mouth was like a trembling
rosebud. She bit into her forkful of veggies quite deliberately, despite the
Italian dressing, as if to silence further discussion of the subject.
ÒDo you think youÕve ever been naughty?Ó Eveline asked, still
stroking BethanyÕs long hair with the greatest of care. Bethany shook her
head quickly, like a child might, denying stealing cookies.
ÒI think perhaps you have been,Ó Eveline said to Bethany. ÒHmmm?
How about now, sitting here without any panties on? IsnÕt that naughty?
What would your mother think?Ó
Bethany chewed her forkful of veggies. They made her cheeks bulge.
SheÕd put too much in her mouth and her lips struggled to keep closed as
she chewed. Finally, speaking over her unswallowed mouthful, she said,
ÒSheÕd be mad at me for wunning away.Ó A bit of food flew from her
unclosed mouth as she spoke.
ÒMmmm, talking with your mouth full,Ó Eveline said, regarding the
bit of food that had flown from BethanyÕs lips. ÒThatÕs certainly a no-no.Ó
Bethany gulped, tried to swallow. She didnÕt quite manage it
successfully. She coughed. Eveline smacked her hand against the girlÕs
back to help her get her food down. At last, coughing, Bethany managed to
get it all swallowed. Eveline brought the girlÕs wine glass to her lips and
made her drink from it, to help her. Bethany swallowed the wine greedily,
eager to clear her throat, still coughing a little.
By now all the women were topless. Dinner was but a pleasant
prelude to a long night of sex, I suspected, though as a virgin I wasnÕt
quite sure what that entailed. Even Vanessa, letting her lover pass his
hand across her chest, had her bosoms liberated by the lightest touch of
his finger. They hung full and large, she sat directly across from me. She
gave me a healthy, inquiring look and I guessed she wished that we might
spend the night together, if I but nodded, she and I and our male lovers.
The waiter returned. This time, when he lifted a silver cover from a
silver tray, there was immediate laughter and a burst of applause. SteveÕs
hotdogs, cooked so much earlier on the living room grill, had been kept
warm in the kitchen in a warmer. Now they were revealed, all neatly
arranged side-by-side, on a big plate. Long brown marks looped around
each dog, like marks of circumcision, where the grill had burned the dogs.
Female fingers stole in admiration to the male penises under our table as
the hotdogs were placed on the table. Several men groaned, victims of
quick, loving tugs on their cocks delivered by their lusty female
companions. I myself caught at BrendanÕs big cock again, gave it a
vigorous yank. He gasped. I let go, reached for a hot dog on the tray. It
was a stretch but I got one, drew back and sexily licked the tip, holding it
bare in my fingers. Vanessa took a bite out of hers. She eyed her male
lover, smiling. I guessed she had a similar torment in mind for his organ.
Ketchup and mustard were provided and we females lustily squirted
our dogs with them, still holding them in our fingers. Buns were not
offered, perhaps not available in the house. The men, needing to eat too,
were forced to take hot dogs from the tray. How silly they looked, putting
condiments on the naked hot dogs, then eating them, like fags feasting on
cock.
Bethany liked eating her hot dog, but her face look worried. It was
obvious to her now that it was only a matter of time before her little
bottom got its first spanking. Yet, despite her fear, she managed to play
with her hot dog. She inserted it between her breasts. She laughed at how
she could make it move up and down between them. There was mustard on
her dog, squirted on by Eveline, and the mustard smeared between her tits,
making her messy. It must have felt a little hot, for it was spiced
mustard. Yet when Bethany was done stroking the dogÕs length between
her tits, she tickled each of her nipples with it. She gasped as the
mustard touched the tips of her breasts. I guessed she was readying
herself, as best she could, for the inevitable pain the spanking must
produce.
ÒYes, darling. ItÕs naughty, but itÕs fun, isnÕt it?Ó Eveline asked
encouragingly of Bethany.
ÒOoooh, yes. But it hurts a little,Ó Bethany said.
ÒOf course it does, dear,Ó Eveline said. ÒThat is the pleasure in pain.
If you donÕt have a toothache, do you think of your teeth? Of course not.
But with a toothache, you think of them all the time. ThatÕs how I want
you to be about your bottom. I want you to think about it all the time.Ó
She cast a glance at me. ÒHow is your bottom, sweet?Ó Eveline asked.
ÒIt hurts,Ó I admitted.
ÒAnd you think of it constantly, do you not, and of the man who made
it hurt?Ó Eveline asked me.
ÒYes,Ó I admitted. I cast a quick glance at Brendan. My hand was
covered with the same spice mustard that adorned BethanyÕs dog. I took
my fingers, coated with the mustard, from my hotdog. I passed them under
the table and stroked BrendanÕs whip-marked cock with them.
ÒOoooh!Ó Brendan shouted. The mustard was hot against his
lacerated organ.
ÒAnd he can think of nothing but his poor, big penis,Ó I said to
Bethany, smiling.
ÒI donÕt want to think about my bottom,Ó Bethany replied. She quit
tickling her boobies with her hot dog and stuck the end of it in her mouth.
Things were getting quite frisky now. More than one female gave her
male lover a touch of mustard upon his cock, and received in turn
mustard-laden fingers within their slits. Brendan did me, the mustard
was spicy hot against my clitoris. I gasped at the pain of it. Bethany,
sitting next to the ever-wicked Eveline, found a gentle finger inserting
itself into her slit, not to play with her there but to give her clit a dollop
of mustard. Bethany yelped, shifted her bottom on her chair. She squeezed
her legs shut, trapping EvelineÕs finger.
ÒYou must never close your legs while youÕre here,Ó Eveline said to
Bethany. ÒThatÕs naughty.Ó
ÒOh, Boo! Hoo!Ó Bethany said, breaking into sudden tears. ÒClosing
my legs ISNÕT naughty! ItÕs what IÕm supposed to do! I took Ôgood touch,
bad touchÕ in school and got an ÔA.Õ!Ó
ÒYes, dear, but this is a good touch here,Ó Eveline teased. She was
looking for any excuse she could find to make Bethany into a naughty girl
whoÕs bottom had to be punished, and Bethany was quite distressed by it. I
smiled. I had BrendanÕs finger in my slit, rubbing me with hot mustard,
and I had him on the point of cuming with my own wicked caresses. Little
Bethany would have to survive, somehow. I knew I would. I was master
already of the very man whoÕd caned me.
ÒOh, if you must spank me, please do it right away!Ó Bethany
suddenly shouted. She leapt from her chair and stood there, huddled in
front of the table. She turned toward Eveline and showed her the
nakedness of her bottom. She scrunched her eyes shut and bent over a
little, offering it.
ÒSit down, girl! ItÕs the waiting thatÕs half the discipline of it,Ó
Eveline scolded. Deliberately, she avoided touching the girlÕs bottom.
Instead she took the girl by her small shoulders and plopped her back into
her chair. ÒYou must learn discipline, my dear,Ó Eveline said. ÒWaiting
upon the male, waiting, indeed, for him; to return from work or his other
affairs, and attend to you, to inspect how youÕve kept his household during
the day. You must learn to serve and obey, and not be so impatient,
thinking everything must always be just as you choose.Ó Eveline took a
slice of carrot from the half-eaten salad tray and popped it in BethanyÕs
mouth. ÒChew, suck,Ó Eveline told the girl. Then, as Bethany chewed
obediently on the carrot, Eveline reached down between the girlÕs legs
with her other hand and tickled her slit. Bethany laughed. This time she
did not close her legs.
Vanessa had been placed between two men and she sat stroking both
their cocks. She had ceased to eat. Instead, she simply teased them. They
offered her their half-eaten hot dogs in compensation. She bit at the dogs
without taking her hands from their penises under the table. As she
swallowed a bite of food, she proposed lots be drawn.
ÒBethanyÕs bottom really is too cute to let just anyone whip it,Ó
Vanessa said. ÒWhy donÕt we draw straws, and see who gets the honor?
Women as well as men?Ó
ÒOhhhhh, I donÕt WANNA get spanked!Ó Bethany shouted, but Eveline
tickled her again between her legs and pressed the carrot deeper into her
mouth.
I gazed at the pairs of nude breasts at the table. All were large,
perfect, displayed as fruit might be in a market stall. I guessed all were
up for grabs, including my own. Every nipple was stiff and the females,
whether responding to VanessaÕs suggestion or simply letting events
proceed, chatting with a friend or a lover, kept their fingers busy upon the
cock of the closest male. The men, in turn, diddled in the nearest female
slit they could find with their blunt, hairy fingers. All was casual,
respectful, yet I guessed things would get wild soon. It was like
witnessing the calm before a summer rainstorm. We would all be quite
wet, even up in our wombs, within the hour, and the men would have burst
their balls laboring within us. Yet the moment, as it was, was touching, a
moment to be savored, remembered, all displayed, nothing hidden, yet
politeness prevailing, extending the mood as far as it could go. A female
laugh, a small whisper from a lover to his beloved. ÔMy dear, your tits are
lovlier than I could have imagined.Õ ÔHoney, your cock is too large for me, I
fear. I can barely get my fingers round it.Õ Whispers, incantations, fibs
and lies, all were told and accepted, loved. We were merry in our
sinfulness.
Many men eyed my tits and I knew they were especially hungry for
them. I was the youngest, really. Little Bethany was in a special class,
all by herself. But I was available. My smile was open and my eyes were
bright. I stroked Brendan freely, as if I were his mistress, though I was
half his age. I grinned at the other men, bashfully, wondering how I could
handle them all. I really didnÕt need all that attention. Was there any way
I could tell some of them ÔnoÕ? But which ones? They were all so
handsome. I swallowed. The men watched me swallow. My tits jiggled as
I swallowed, nervous under their stares. I guessed my nipples would be
quite sore by morning.
Brendan, despite the tortures I was gently subjecting his cock to,
managed to pass his fingers across my teats. I looked down at them, at
his hand. It hovered, then pinched one of my nipples sharply. I gasped. My
breasts shook. Bethany watched, wide-eyed. Yet I did not cry out,
somehow. He squeezed my nipple hard and then lifted his fingers away.
His hand crossed to my other teat. I breathed hard, trying not to flinch, to
scream, as his fingers lightly stoked my risen teat. Then, just as heÕd
done with the other, he suddenly squeezed very hard on my breast bud.
ÒYeeeek!Ó I shouted. I could not help it. It hurt! Brendan laughed.
Vanessa, with a wicked grin, laughed. I pumped hard on BrendanÕs cock
with my small fingers in response, impressing the mustard into his dick,
squeezing on his lacerated member to make my touch hurt. Suddenly, I felt
him spurt. HeÕd pushed me too far, IÕd retaliated, sending him over the
edge. Hot cum spurted down over my fingers. I shafted him like a maid
might shaft a favorite donkey, as a last gesture prior to her father
castrating it. He was through, or I would make him through, fisting him
until heÕd spent every drop he had. I felt him wriggle his hips, try to twist
away. Awkwardly he tried squeezing my tit bud harder, but he had already
squeezed hard, and despite my doing him in, he didnÕt want to harm me. In
the end he could only make me screech, biting at both my nipples in turn
with his fingers, while I brought him off. I did not let go. Neither did he.
When I withdrew my hand from his softening member it was coated with
dripping cum.
I looked at my hand. I supposed I was to lick it, but I didnÕt want to.
Instead I put my fingers into my wine glass and attempted to clease my
whole hand that way, compressing it within the glass flute until it was
almost completely inside the glass. Wine spilled from its rim onto the
linen tablecloth. With my other hand I captured and stroked my nipples,
quite carefully, first one, then the other. Brendan had given each quite a
squeeze.
Tiffany was still laughing. She stood up, not letting go of either
man beside her. The men were forced to stand, lifted up literally by their
cocks.
ÒMay we adjourn?Ó Tiffany asked Eveline.
ÒIf you wish,Ó Eveline answered. She played at BethanyÕs slit.
Bethany, feeling a little less shy, diddled her finger in EvelineÕs.
Vannessa, I think, brought relief to us all. I know my cunny was
buzzing, and the men all had stiffened cocks that Bethany had coated with
her squirt gun half an hour before, making them gleam with baby oil. All
had been fine and fancy moments before, but now a kind of ruthless
necessity took over. I found myself standing, of my own accord. The other
women were standing too, and of course the men, who, I think, are always
most eager to engage in sex, for theirs is to penetrate, while the female
must somehow accomodate herself to the male penetration. I felt
BrendanÕs hands caress my nude bottom and the soft touch forced a quick
gasp for me, for I still bore the marks heÕd given me with the cane. A
stickiness pressed itself to my ass and I knew it must be his groin. I felt
his breath upon my neck. His stubbled chin grazed my cheek.
I stepped forward. I was elegant in my heels. Despite BrendanÕs
attentions, I found my eyes gazing at Vanessa. She gazed back. I wished
to be with her on my first sexual adventure; why, I do not know. Perhaps
it was because she seemed so able to control the men who flanked her,
despite being merely a guest, not woman of the house, like Eveline was.
We would be together, both guests, both equals, yet she would see to it
that I was handled carefully in my first foray into sex.
Vanessa, her men captured by their penises, which indeed were so
big she could barely get her fingers around, stepped toward me. We drew
close. I was shorter, I gazed up at her with round eyes, my breath hot.
She was topless as was I. I felt my bosoms heaving on my chest with my
excitement. My breath came in eager gulps, my titties burned at their tips
with hunger.
Vanessa bent and lightly kissed my lips. The men round us gathered
closer. Her own two seemed about to strip her of her nothing costume, but
a quick squeeze of her small fists on their cocks, with an upward yank,
stopped them. They were like horses. She controlled them expertly.
Our bellies bumped. We both had perfect, desirable flat ones, with
just a slight swell. Would we still be flat nine months hence? I hoped so,
tried to remember if IÕd taken a Pill, could not, decided not to care.
ÒDo you wish to saddle up and ride with me?Ó Vannessa asked
teasingly. I nodded. Her lips descended to mine and we kissed. Brendan,
standing behind me, hugged me closer. I felt a protuberance between the
cheeks of my ass, knew he was rising again.
ÒGentlemen, enjoy the spectacle of two females kissing. Do not be
so quick to ruin it,Ó I heard EvelineÕs voice say. ÒWe shall retreat to the
bedroom in a moment.Ó I felt hot male breaths, closing in on me, draw
back a little. Vanessa got her tongue past my lips and stabbed it into my
mouth. I gasped, tried to pull back, but Brendan hugged me close and kept
his face against the side of my head, not letting me squirm away. Vanessa
drove deeper, I choked on her tongue.
ÒOoooh, but IÕm a VIRGIN!Ó I heard Bethany declare. What was
happening to her? I could not turn my head to look. Suddenly there was a
sharp slap, of flesh on flesh, soft flesh, like a female bottom. Bethany
squealed and I knew, as her squeal broke into sobs, that all was lost.
VanessaÕs tounge withdrew. She turned, I found myself walking now,
carried along by the press of male and female bodies that gathered all
around me. We walked with a purpose from the dining room, our flesh hot,
the whipped cream still cool between my legs but rubbed away from my
most heated place because BrendanÕs finger had been diddling me there,
leaving cream only in my thatch, above my slit.
Leaving the dining room, we walked down a short hall, and then into
a bedroom. It was well appointed. The bed was large, king size or larger.
A big chandelier hung over the bed, as if to give a touch of class to the
quite animalistic events that I knew would soon transpire here. The bed
had a railed headboard and footboard, where ropes waited, neatly coiled,
to be used to bind hands and feet. Beside the bed on either side was a
nightstand. Neither had a lamp, there was no room. Instead the top of
each was a busy collection of creams and ointments and suppositories;
condoms, and a single flower vase, with fresh flowers stemming within,
the heavy blooms dripping with moisture and giving a bit of class to the
room. I guessed a maid had just placed the flowers, watered them. Roses,
chrysanthemums, voilets surrendered an aroma from the vases to our
heated, indrawn breaths.
Yet that was not all this well-equipped bedroom contained. For
beside the wall, atop a dresser, as if to leave no doubt as to the purpose of
the room, was an extensive collection of dildos. Some were short, some
long. Some had a strap attached, so that a female, if she wished, might
pretend to be a male for a bit. I cast a sideways glance, looking for Steve.
I caught a glimpse of him, his cock hard, yet with his eyes widening as he
saw the dildos, for he had so recently been forced to experience them, and
might again, if anyone wished, since he was the youngest male among us
and up for such things on this night, as an initiate. I knew it was the same
with me. I would be used as anyone wished, though I hoped my virginity
might at least permit them to show a little care for me. I heard the first
time could hurt. I did not want it to be a night of pain.
My glance fell next, however, upon a trestle. It was made of wood
and stood near the bed, that all might see the condition of anyone draped
over it. Manacles waited on the far side of the trestle. They dangled
down, the cuffs that composed them open, the chains from which they hung
looking newly polished. Yet it was an old trestle, I saw marks on its legs
where whips and switches had cut into the wood over the years. I heard
Bethany sobbing. I hoped they would not put her over the trestle but
guessed they might.
I found Vanessa presenting her back to me. It was long, bare. She
had golden blonde hair like me and she pulled it forward, leaving her neck
bare. She told one of the males whom she held by his prick to hand me the
key that would unlock her suit. Looking up, I saw the collar that bound her
neck had a small lock in the back.
A key was placed in my hand. I held it nervously. I knew, undressing
her, I would seal my own fate. Again I heard Bethany. She was crying
more softly now, as if accepting whatever it was they had planned for her.
I looked again for Steve, but did not see him.
I lifted the key to VanessaÕs neck. I inserted it into her collar. I
twisted it. There was a small click. Vanessa thanked me, reached up,
pulled open her tight collar. She drew the suit off one of her small tanned
shoulders and dropped it like a glorified strand of spaghetti to the floor.
She stepped out of it as it fell, holding the opened collar gracefully in one
of her hands.
Vanessa turned around, faced me. I dropped the key on the floor as
she, quite suddenly, bent her knees and pushed her pubic thatch directly
against mine. She laughed. She rubbed her pubis into mine and we shared
my whipped cream. Brendan hugged me from behind. He was stiff again,
though still sticky. His dick wedged its considerable girth into the crack
of my ass, splitting my cheeks. It angled upward so that I was not pierced
by it, but rather felt its whole length stemming between the small plump
halves of my ass.
ÒOh, get on the bed. IÕm dying to see you fucked!Ó Vanessa laughed.
She drew me forward. I stumbled in my heels but she held my hand so
firmly that I didnÕt fall to the floor. My bosoms bounced heavily on my
chest. My hips wobbled, making a display of my round bottom. Vanessa
paused, pulled down the bedÕs coverlet, its top sheet. Then she pushed me
onto the bed.
I fell, sprawling. I bounced once on the bed and lay still, on my back.
My legs splayed apart and I wished to close them, but Brendan was atop me
before I could. He was hungry. He lay on me and then, just as quickly, his
weight bearing down upon me along my entire length, he gave me a
momentÕs relief, lifting up just his hips. It was a phyrric sort of relief,
for no sooner had the heavy weight of his lower body been lifted from me
than I felt a nudge in my slit. He drove within. I screamed. I felt my
whole essence split wide as his awful cock invaded me. Then his hips
were bearing down on me again, but with his cock ripping into my insides.
Vanessa plopped down beside me. As I cast my eyes about, looking,
perhaps, for Bethany to save me, I felt VanessaÕs teeth come to one of my
nipples and bite it.
I screeched. Vanessa laughed. I was aware of a man thumping down
on the bed behind her and her teeth released my tit a moment as he stuck
himself into her backside. Then, sighing beside me, breathing hotly on my
breast, Vanessa returned to biting my nipple again, but more gently now,
with little licks of her tongue across my teat to soothe the small bite
marks sheÕd caused there.
ÒNo-No-No-YEEEEEEooooooH!Ó I heard. Bethany! Someone, I guessed,
had dragged her to the trestle and was applying a switch or their hand to
her bottom. At the same time I heard a cry that sounded as if it had been
uttered by SteveÕs voice. I thought him perhaps implaled again, in his
backside, but then he immediately gave a war-whoop, like an Indian, and I
guessed heÕd been permitted to spear some woman with his big dick.
Strangely, despite my own torment, I was happy for him, for I knew his
penis had suffered long for this moment. I was glad he at last had gotten
the enjoyment heÕd come here for.
As for me, I did not know why I had come. As I lay underneath
Brendan, I broke into tears, for it was truly quite painful to feel him
sliding with his giant, hard cock up into my virgin belly. As I felt each
inch of him rise up within me, a spattering of blood wetly between my
legs, I was sure heÕd reached the limit of my womb. Yet another thrust by
him, a more ruthless weighing down of his hips, and I felt him rise higher
still. A scream issued from my throat. I felt my mouth working, I felt my
neck tighten of its own accord, as if a tightness in my neck might
somehow keep him from plunging deeper up into my womb.
Brendan kissed me hard upon my mouth. I felt his hips slam against
mine and knew he must have penetrated me with his full length at last. A
second mouth found my other teat. I looked sideways and saw it was a
man. His chin was unshaved, like BrendanÕs. It felt quite rough against my
bare breast. I wished only women would have my tits, their soft cheeks
not hurting me like the menÕs rough faces did. But I felt the presence of
men all around me and knew I would not have my wish. Between their legs
their cocks stood up stiffly, waiting a turn at my nest, while their lips
burned with desire for my bosoms. Intermingled with the men were
women. I prayed the women would undo the menÕs hardness but knew the
men, many of them just in their 20Õs, would quickly rise again even if
their female friends made them spend.
ÒOh, God!Ó Bethany cried, from the trestle, I think, and I knew she
could well be speaking for both of us.
I felt Brendan draw back. I thought he might be choosing a
gentlemanly course, withdrawing from me, and as I felt his cock slide
back and his hips lift off mine I felt truly grateful. I kissed his lips in
appreciation. Alas, so little I knew, being a virgin. No sooner had his hips
lifted and his cock drawn back than he slammed his whole body down upon
me again. I shouted. Somewhere in the room a whip cracked and Bethany
shouted. I wished I were her, bearing only the whip, for BrendanÕs cock
drove all the breath from me as it plunged anew up my twat.
I felt hot breath on my face. There was the smell of after shave,
from Brendan, from the other men. The womenÕs perfume assailed my
nostrils more sweetly, but just as ominously, for Vanessa continued to
bite and suck at my nipple. I thought I might pass out. Then a new
drawing back of Brendan, followed by yet another upward stab of his cock
into my belly, brought be sharply back to my senses.
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