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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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PUNISHED FOR PLEASURE
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Chapter Three
I brimmed with sperm. My mouth was as inundated as my dell. I felt
it dripping down the sides of my cheeks. It ran down over my chin and
trickled along my neck. Globs of it had sprung from my grasp and, missing
the the rim of my mouth, had splattered themselves across my breasts.
I looked across the bed. Nick, lured to lie beside me, had been
persuaded to kneel. Sherry now knelt in front of him. With a wordly
intuition I realized sheÕd moved him away from me, putting him no closer
than my hips, so that she could have him all to herself. With her hands
sheÕd reached back behind herself. Her legs were widely spread. Her small
hands gripped the cheeks of her ass. She held them apart. She must have
been gripping herself with all her effort, for as I looked at her face she
had her cheek hard-pressed into the surface of the bed. She had skipped
the comfort of resting her head on a pillow, so as to bend more fully
before Nick. Her eyes were closed. Her lips were open, but distorted by
the pressure of her cheek against the sheet.
There could be no better invitation for a man. I heard her whisper, in
a voice barely loud enough to hear it (though he obviously could), ÒPlease
fuck me.Ó Her voice was extremely sultry. I admired her open passion. I
reached toward her with my mouth. Delicately extending my toungue, I
offered her a taste of WalterÕs sperm. She accepted. She touched the tip
of her tongue to mine and we exchanged a quick kiss after IÕd given her a
taste of WalterÕs manliness. Then, savoring the taste of Walter, Sherry
invited Nick to fuck her however she wished.
ÒAre you used to butt fucking?Ó Nick asked. He seemed almost
fatherly in his concern for her. Perhaps, having her so available, with
myself available beside him, he felt less ruthless.
Sherry nodded. ÒA likkle,Ó she breathed through her lips. They were
compressed, by the pressure of the bed on her face, into an inviting O.
Nick nodded. ÒIÕll do my best,Ó Sherry added. Nick stroked her bottom.
ÒIÕm going to go to work in your butt, then,Ó Nick said. He pressed a
thumb to her small back hole. ÒYou feel moist there,Ó he said. ÒLet me
lube myself some more and then weÕll begin.Ó He looked at me. ÒGet me
some lube,Ó he ordered. I felt his need for me to obey. We girls might be
provacative, but we were slaves to the men, in a sense, for we were
trapped deep underground, and the men were all quite physically powerful.
ÒOff the nightstand,Ó Nick added.
I got up. I looked around. Sure enough, the surface of the nightstand,
by the bed, had vials and tubes standing up, inviting, waiting. I clambered
over Sherry. She remained face-down, her hands clutching her bottom
vigorously and managing to keep it apart. But she was wearying, and Nick
would have to hurry if he wanted her assistance in holding her tight hole
open. I guessed she was mostly inexperienced, at least with her ass. I
sensed a real woman, fully developed, would simply offer herself, without
bothering to hold herself open. It struck me that only a girl whoÕd tried
butt-fucking before, and had been hurt by it, would conclude on her second
try that she was simply too tight for it, and had to offer a real effort to
her chosen man in helping him enter it.
Quickly I reached to the nightstand and grabbed a tube of KY.
ÒIÕll help,Ó I suggested. I didnÕt want SherryÕs spirits to flag
because the man hadnÕt been quick enough.
I crawled to Nick. Impulsively I kissed his cheek. He retracted a
little. I think he was slightly repulsed at being kissed by a girl whose lips
were coated with another manÕs sperm.
ÒUse it... use it on my dick, not my mouth,Ó he suggested. I guessed
he meant the sperm. I bent down. I offered the greased stickiness of my
tongue and lips to NickÕs penis. He accepted it. I had to be careful. He
felt a surge of passion and wished to deep-throat me. But I was learning
quickly.
ÒNick,Ó I pleaded, in a voice I hoped he would find acceptable. I
looked up at him with my big eyes. I laid a finger lightly on the shaft of
his penis and gently depressed it. ÒPlease settle down, Nick,Ó I said. ÒLet
me do it.Ó
He obeyed. I felt a rush of exhileration at successfully taking a man
under my control. I kissed the very tip of his cock. My mouth was
tentative. I was scared heÕd attack me again, thrusting himself into me,
deep-throating me while poor Sherry went without. Finding him obedient,
I began to lick him. I slathered WalterÕs sperm all up and down his shaft.
I never got around to using the KY. When Nick found his penis all
coated, he pushed me aside. Roughly ge grabbed SherryÕs bottom. She
shrieked. Her hands gave way, letting her cheeks come together, denying
him the entry sheÕd so boldy promised him.
I was tasked with the job of holding her open. My hands replaced her
own. She lifted her bottom, placing her hands by her face.
ÒOooh, not to hard,Ó she asked. I grabbed her cheeks and, ignoring
her, (though she might have been speaking to Nick), I pried her ass as far
open as I could. She uttered a quick ÒOH!Ó and then steeled herself for
NickÕs entry. In the process she tried to compress her cheeks, stupidly,
and I had to wrench her apart even harder. She cried out, but otherwise
remained still.
ÒThanks, Bambi. IÕll remember to thank you by fucking your ass too,Ó
he laughed.
ÒJust do her, please, Nicky,Ó I said. ÒBe careful. She may be a
virgin,Ó I whispered. In part I uttered it so heÕd get practise, if she was
truly a virgin, and learn something about how to handle her when my turn
came. He nodded. I loved the feeling of control over him. It was utterly
new to me. Nick seemed to be at my command, while Sherry seemed to be
at my mercy.
ÒUhn!Ó Nick said. He pushed himself between SherryÕs hinds. She
felt the hard pressure of his dickhead upon her back hole. She gave
another shriek, but Nick ignored it. Even I paid no attention. I kept my
hands on her bare ass, holding her open.
Within a minute Nick was in her. Just the head of his cock, but it
was enough to give me the confidence to let Sherry out of my grip. With
my hands free, I gently extended one back behind Nick. I touched his hairy
ass. I pushed it forward, hoping to make him go deeper.
ÒSheÕs the mare, and youÕre the stallion,Ó I said to Nick. It was a
line IÕd made up in third grade, writing a poem. IÕd not thought about sex
much then. I did have a fantasy, though, of living at Tara. I dreamt about
breeding horses there. When I took some riding lessons prior to third
grade, IÕd only ridden ponies, but IÕd learned somehow about ÔThe Stud
Farm.Õ IÕd found out about great racing horses, and how after their stellar
trophies were won, they were Ôput out to pasture,Õ to mate with females.
So in third grade my fantasies had been about mating studs to mares at
Tara. Each stud got at least twelve mares to satisfy his powerful lust.
And he impregnated each of them, daily, and produced heroic offspring.
Now I was helping a Navy SEAL get off. I leaned into Nick and kissed
his chest. I liked its hairyness. His chest muscles flexed involuntarily as
I kissed him.
ÒOOOOhhh, youÕre so patriotic, Nick, putting your life on the line for
America. Please relax and relieve yourself in Sherry,Ó I said. My voice
begged, as if he must perform this final duty. For America. As if he
deserved it but it was also his obligation, to create more heroic SEALS
like himself for the defense of America. I caressed his bottom lightly and
provided a little more pressure, with my palm, to urge himself into
SherryÕs depths. That he was fucking her in the ass, and she couldnÕt get
pregnant from that, escaped my consideration entirely. That she was
tight, and perhaps needed opening for the first time, was enough for me.
Bottom fucking would be followed by other fucking, and there was little
doubt sheÕd leave our hideaway pregnant if sheÕd skipped using birth
control.
I myself tried to remember again if IÕd used birth control. But I
couldnÕt. I had a secret desire to grow up, to become a mother, to prove I
was more than just an object for my parents and my school to control.
And if I went home pregant with a Navy SEALÕs seed in me, well, who could
complain? I was doing my part for America, wasnÕt I? How could America
have a military if it didnÕt have mothers producing strapping young sons?
I knew if I went home pregnant, from any of these fine men, these men
who seemed to so carefully balance their inborn, rage-like passion with
duty to our country, with consideration for the girls they met, I would be
proud. IÕd give birth to a youngster just like them. They would teach him
to ride (and not just ponies either), and to shoot. They would teach him
sports and how to salute our flag. So, with a sense of eagerness, knowing
Nick would learn to fuck my bottom by doing Sherry, I pressed my palm
against his ass.
He responded. He shoved himself deeper into Sherry, bringing
another cry of alarm from her.
I kissed Nick as he went in. I moved to his bottom and showered his
hairy, sweaty ass with kisses. I would join the SEALS someday, and stand
at the door of an airplane guiding them through it, so that they could jump
through the open air and descend on the worldÕs enemy places. They would
shower over the earth, impregnate it with their presence, and force the
enemy to salute America. We would all sing the pledge of allegience to
together after the enemy had been converted to our glorious American
Way. The soldiers and I would return home happy. We would settle down
and get about the serious business of rearing and raising young. Not
playing, anymore. Not pracising. But sharing homes in a peaceful
community, with the pride and intent of mating and producing lots of
babies. I would be happy, because I would have helped them win, and
would be helping them fuck if they didnÕt already know how to do it.
Sherry yelped. Then, somehow regaining her composure, she
breathed, ÒSperm me.Ó At first I thought the remark was slutty. Then,
(still kissing NickÕs ass,) I thought, ÒNo, sheÕs just being patriotic.Ó And
so, extending my tongue, I used it to wickedly help Nick sperm her by
sticking it into his hole.
ÒYikes!Ó Nick shouted. He flinched under my touch. I donÕt think heÕd
ever had his asshole tonuged before. The thought that my tongue was
coated with another manÕs sperm no doubt added to his fears.
ÒYes, Nick,Ó I thought without saying it. ÒYou men must exchange
sperm. So you all make even better sperm.Ó (A silly thought. I suppose it
had something to do with cross-mating plants to produce stronger ones.)
Intent on impregnating Nick, with WalterÕs sperm, I shoved my tongue into
his ass. He flinched again. He tried to shake me off. I gripped his ass
with my hands and hung on. Despite his broad shoulders, his powerful
chest, he had a very small ass. I successfully intruded my tongue more
deeply into his hole.
ÒHol stil, Nick,Ó I tried to say. But my toungue was now stuck in his
anus and I couldnÕt get my words out. Gradually I began licking into him as
deeply as I could. My tongue imparted WalterÕs sperm to his rectum as I
licked inside it. Nick gave up trying to fight me. The beauty of his own
cock being up SherryÕs ass had no overwhelmed him. He now devoted all
his effort to her. He ignored me. I felt like a little fly, buzzing my
annoying way as far up his bottomhole as I could. I felt his cheeks begin
to flex under the need to service Sherry.
I decided to help. With my tongue still in NickÕs ass, I reached
between his legs. Strangely, his balls felt huge, bigger than his ass! I
tried to get my fingers around his balls. They seemed too big. Then I
finally managed it. (Partly by pressing up from underneath, so that I was
supporting their weight with my palm.) I spread my fingers apart. I
prepared a kind of net for him with my fingers. Then, when I felt I had as
much of him as I could take, still working his butthole with his tongue, I
squeezed.
I made my squeeze quick, fast, and sharp. I gripped him like a vise.
Nick shouted again. Loudly, more abruptly, than when IÕd introduced my
tongue to his hiney-hole. I simultaneously stabbed him as deeply as I
could with my tongue. I bore deep into his rectum. It was very strange.
HeÕd longed to fuck me. HeÕd craved my virginity. Yet he hadnÕt gotten it.
Now, in a kind of revenge, I got to take his anal virginity! ÔHow curious,Õ I
thought. A dream-like state overtook me, and I began tonguing him
rythmically. At the same time my grip on his balls released him a little.
Then, as unexpectedly as the first time, I squeezed him again. It was a
very hard squeeze. I squeezed him with all my might. Then, as a roar of
discomfort ripped from NickÕs chest, I let go. I massaged his balls a
moment. Then I squeezed him again. I wanted to feel his sperm erupt out
of his balls. (Also, I didnÕt want him to take too long inside Sherry. He
might be exhaused by her and have no sperm left over for me!)
Such are the odd, incompatible thoughts that a 13-year-old girl
thinks when sheÕs being introduced to sex. (Beware, men! Getting us in
bed might turn out to be easy, compared to what we have in store for you
once all our juices get flowing!) (DonÕt blame us, though. When weÕre
virgins, or near virgins, we have no idea how to handle a man properly. So
men get squeezed a little too hard, or perhaps bitten. We donÕt know any
better. But you do, and its the price you may have to pay if you take us to
bed.)
Nick, despite the pain I was inflicting on him, went about his duties.
He began shafting Sherry with the vigor of a man about to lose his seed.
Each thrust, spurred by me, was swift and ruthless. Poor Sherry. She
might have had an easy time. Instead, thanks to me, Nick set about raping
her. She shouted, she cried, but there was no saving her. Nick was too
impassioned. He was in too much pain. He reamed her hard. He seemed to
want to expel his sperm, so I would stop urging his balls to. With him
spent, even I knew I would withdraw my hand. The fun would be over. So
Nick rammed poor Sherry like... like an overcharged stud on my horse farm,
sperming a new female. Forcing him to submit to his will. He would force
her into his harem. He would fuck her until she broke, became just another
mare, willingly accepting even his most devious fucks without protest.
For the good of our farm. So weÕd win all the future races, just like our
wonderful stallion had won all the races in his time.
ÒEEEEEEEEK!Ó Sherry cried. I felt NickÕs balls pulse violently in my
hand. He was letting loose!
ÒBye, bye, sperm!Ó I said. I felt it depart. I felt his balls pump it
out. I squeezed and squeezed to help him. But I did not squeeze as hard as
I had when IÕd been urging him to Do It. He was doing it now. I squeezed
again and again. Then, impusively, I withdrew my hand and my mouth. I
straitened up, made my back rigid. I knelt behind Nick and saluted his
bottom. His hairy ass.
ÒNick, I salute your heroic sperm,Ó I said aloud.
My passion subsided. Nick spent his load. He withdrew from
SherryÕs bottom. She was crying. Less aroused now, he carefully
inspected her ass. He told her, softly, that there was no permanent
damage. I felt greatly relieved. And, in addition, I felt a sudden need to
wash out my mouth.
I glanced around the room. Was there a bathroom down here?
Feeling distinctly now his shit on my tongue, I asked Nick if there was a
bathroom.
ÒHuh?Ó he asked. He lay down beside Sherry. He placed her head on
his chest and cradled it in his arm. Her sobs had subsided.
ÒA bathroom,Ó I asked again, when Nick had comfortably settled
himself after his trying labor. ÒNick, I need to wash out my mouth.Ó
He laughed. ÒI shouldnÕt tell you, to get revenge on you for sticking
your tongue up my ass,Ó he replied. He looked at me, waiting. I crawled
over the tangle of Nick and SherryÕs legs. I straddled NickÕs head with my
thighs. In that moment, I wished I had a penis. I could have rammed
myself in his mouth and punished him. But I had only the lips of my pussy,
alas. They could only receive, not give. I grabbed the middle pillow, the
one Nick had now rested his head next to. Lifting it, grunting a little, for
it was a big, bulky pillow, I swatted NickÕs face.
ÒOW!Ó Nick shouted.
ÒWhereÕs the bathroom?Ó I demanded.
ÒGo through that back cavern,Ó he said. ÒYouÕll find a pee pool back
there. The men use the one on the left. Girls the one at the right. They
seem not to connect to any other pools in the cavern. They have a
sulfurous smell, which hopefully kills any bacteria.Ó He looked up at me.
ÒAnyway the water probably flows right out to the lake, so get ahead. ItÕs
a big lake out there. The fish pee in it all their lives.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó I said. I got up from the bed. I paused. Larissa was being
embraced by Bridet. The dark-haired girl, with the white flesh and
whipped bottom, pressed her mouth to LarissaÕs. My friend drew back a
little, resisting. Bridget became more insistent. To help excite my
friend, she lowered her hands to her bottom and began gently massaging it.
Larissa still wore her panties. Bridget was nude.
Gradually, as I watched in surprised silence, Bridget urged Larissa
into a kiss. It became deep. Bridget bent her head to the side,
concentrating on my friend. She worked her tongue in her mouth. Larissa
tried pulling back, but BridgetÕs hands on her bottom helped fix her in
place. Bridget became more persuasive with her tongue. She explored
LarissaÕs mouth with it. Larissa and she both were standing, both with
backs that were straight and rigid. But LarissaÕs was the straight rigidity
of fear and timidity. Bridget was erect with pride, coaxing my friend to
open her mouth more fully to her.
At last, feeling LarissaÕs confidence grow, Bridget drew a palm
softly, almost stealthily, around LarissaÕs hips. She touched my friendÕs
tummy. Then she slid a single finger into the front of LarissaÕs panties.
She swirled it over the girlÕs pubic hair. Then, more boldly, she pushed in
her whole hand. Larissa flinched. Then, as before, her fear subsided.
Bridget kept kissing her, probing her mouth with her tongue. She offered
an exploratory finger to the fleshy folds beneath LarissaÕs mount. She
found her lightly-furred sex.
ÒMmmmm,Ó Bridget murmured. Her voice had an encouraging quality
to it. Larissa moaned, relented. Bridget shoved her finger into her pussy.
Beyond the kissing girls, I noticed a face. It stared at them with
wide-eyes. I had been concentrating on my friend so much I hadnÕt noticed
her. Or perhaps she had just stolen into our bedroom cavern. I had no idea
who she was. She looked small, waif-like. Her large round eyes stared
alternately at me, at the two kissing girls, at the men who lay on the bed
beyond, and Sherry.
I felt a hand on my bottom. I turned, quickly. I realized it was
Walter.
ÒThatÕs the girl I met,Ó he said quietly. He kissed the top of my
head. He wedged a hand in my bottomcrack. He inserted a finger between
the cheeks of my ass. ÒBend over,Ó he told me. I looked up at him. I
glanced again at the girl. I was surprised to see her put her hands on her
waist. She wore a beautiful little bikini. It was fire-engine read. She
looked like she was getting too big for it. It clung tentatively to her hips.
They were no longer small childish hips, though still narrow. But her
bikini had been bought for her when she was younger, and now it was
pulled to the very limit of its ribbon-like drawstrings. I saw that the
bows holding the twin halves of her panties up were difficult to tie.
There was very little of them left for making bows. The rest was needed
to wrap around her hips. How seductive, I thought. Instead of buying a
sultry bikini, which her mother would never allow, she instead used an
older one, that still looked new. Perhaps sheÕd gotten it long ago. Perhaps
an evil uncle had made it a gift to her, when she was 9, hoping to see her
dressed in it. But obviously sheÕd had few chances to wear it. Her mother
no doubt preferred one-pieces. Now, more liberated, more easily able to
leave home without her mother noticing, sheÕd taken along her small,
underage bikini. Perhaps she left the house wearing it under her clothes,
so her parents wouldnÕt see it. Now, in the depths of the cave, where it
was pleasantly warm, and flowers grew, she did her exploring not quite
nude, wearing her teensy childrenÕs bikini.
Her bra was equally provacative. Again, though, in a quiet innocent
way, as if she hadnÕt noticed how big sheÕd grown for her bikini. It barely
covered her tits. It was made for girls who sported only breast buds. Yet
our new visitor was much beyond the stage of budding nipples. Her twin
teats had grown into large, tennis-ball sized boobies. The poor bra she
wore was obviously under stress. It strained to keep her covered. But
there was so little to the cups that even though her drawstrings held, her
cups had no chance of hiding more than her nipples. It had been, after all,
a nipple bra, in a sense, not made to be used on a girl with breasts. Now,
as I stared at her, I saw the stems of her nipples rise into her bra. I
wondered if the sudden protrusions would cause her bra to pop off.
ÒHi,Ó I said. I lifted my hand, cupped it. I waved a small wave at
her. She looked so young and innocent, I feared simply by noticing her, by
acknowledging her, IÕd chase her away. Walter palmed my ass as I waved
to her. His finger dabbled with my hole, but did me the courtesy of not
pressing to hard.
The girl smiled at me. It was a very quiet, sheepish smile. Then, as
if in invitation, she slid her hands down over her bikini bottoms. She then
hooked her thumbs in them. Then she gave a sudden push to her bottoms.
They slid down her thighs. I thought the ties would break. But, despite
their slenderness, they held. Just like her bra had somehow held as her
nipples erected themselves to greet me. She exposed her bush to me. It
must have grown in just last week, for it was barely there, just enough to
show she was growing into womanhood. Silently she looked at me. I felt
her eyes upon me, like a friend IÕd known once, who, at age 6, shared the
sight of her hairless pussy with me. IÕd been too afraid to show her mine.
Instead I ran home, crying. Now, newly fucked, newly immersed in sperm
both in my mouth and my pussy, I looked at the girl. I felt vastly
experienced, gazing at her naively showing her bush. I felt motherly
toward her. I wanted to go over to her and swat her small bottom and tell
her to pull up her panties. But I just stared. At her young, barely-there
bush. At her sweetly tummy, so thin it appeared to sink a little bit
beneath her ribs. At her breasts, then down again, at the stilt-like length
of her skinny legs, and finally up at her breasts again, which must have,
growing so fast, been stealing from the fatness of her legs. I smiled. She
smiled back.
ÒBe good,Ó I warned her. Then, at the increasing urgency of WalterÕs
finger, I bent over. I clasped my heels. I spread my legs and looked
through them up at him.
Walter grasped my hips with his hands. His penis was already lubed.
I watched as it pierced my bottomcheeks. I felt a jab at the rosette of my
anus.
ÒHang on,Ó Walter said. I felt another jab. I began to fall forward
but his hands on my hips restrained me.
Suddenly I felt my rectumÕs aperature forcibly widened. I screamed.
Walter only gave a quiet laugh and said something about it being Òhis
turn.Ó He pushed harder with his cock. My head flew up, but he put a hand
on my back and forced it down hard, making me remain in my bent-over
position. I found myself staring at the little girl by our doorway. She was
still standing, offering her bush, letting me see it. But her hands
remained graciously on her thighs, not rubbing herself. Perhaps she didnÕt
know how. But she displayed the sight of her little cunt, her obviously
virgin cunt, with the straightforward air of a stripper. Was this all the
sex she knew about, dropping her panties to offer a view of her private
place? I didnÕt know. I suspected it was.
ÒAck!Ó I shouted. Walter was up me. A few fleshy inches, but it
split my small, apple-round bottom like a drill. He urged it deeper, rocked
his hips. He found a way, though it was just in, to cause it to twist in my
bottom. Not a full twist, of course, just an inch or so, but it was enough
to shock me. It wrenched another scream from me.
ÒJust relax,Ó Walter told me. Then he drove into me harder, deeper.
I screamed again.
The girl, whose name of course was Amber, though IÕd forgotten it
since Walter had told it to me, padded over to me. She walked with her
panties ringed conveniently round her legs, perhaps in case I wished to
touch her. But I was too busy with that. I was practically being knocked
unconscious by WalterÕs penis. He pushed it into me gradually, but it drove
all the breath from my lungs and made me want to pass out. Perhaps
thatÕs why heÕd made me bend over, I thought later. It was the only way to
ensure all my blood rushed to my head where, without it, I might well have
fainted.
Amber patted my head. Softly, as one might console an injured child.
I felt the length of WalterÕs penis move deeper up into my guts. I was full
of him. I had his sperm on my lips and now I was to receive it in my ass.
Despite his consideration for me, Walter didnÕt let up until heÕd
given me his all. Somehow I received every drop of it. I didnÕt black out. I
accepted his thrusts, despite the enormous pressure they created in my
ass. They felt like the jabbing of a giant turd up my bottom. I constantly
wanted to expel it. But my wish was only granted after IÕd dutifully
received everything he had to give me. Only then did he let me stand.
He kissed my cheek. I felt like a well-used pet. I looked up at him
and rubbed my bottom.
ÒThat hurt,Ó I told him. I was sure heÕd ripped me somewhere.
ÒThe first time always hurts,Ó he consoled me. ÒAnd the bottom
takes longer to train than the cunt, or the mouth. So it will probably hurt
the next time too. But weÕll train you well, before you leave. Now,Ó he
added, Òif youÕll excuse me, I need to go pee. Would you like me to show
you the bathroom?Ó
ÒOkay,Ó I said. I carefully placed one of my palms in his hand. With
my other I kept rubbing my butt.
Together, Walter leading the way, me following a little
distrustfully, lest he get the desire to sperm me again, we passed through
a stone portal. Within it was dark. There was just one lantern. It was
some distance away. I let Walter guide me. There were stagtites hanging
down from the ceiling in odd, unexpected places. I might have bumped my
head on those penis-like stones, without Walter. We negotiated our way
past them. I felt strange, deep in a dark network of caves, totally naked,
totally spermed. The hanging stalagtites seemed to offer me yet more
sperm, if I wished to partake. I didnÕt. IÕd practically drowned in the
stuff. I felt it coating my tongue. It dripped from my pussy. And now,
from my behind, it escaped between my riven cheeks and ran down my legs.
If I got pregnant, I wouldnÕt even know who to blame.
At the end of a long rocky passage, the cave opened onto two twin
pools. From both plumes of steam rose with abandon. I felt heat on my
face. I smelled sulfer. I heard the pools, back in the cave, bubbling
zestily, and now I got to see the source of the bubbles first hand. Water
gurgled up from the center of each pool. They burst on its surface.
ÒYou can sit in that one if you like,Ó Walter told me. He pointed to
the pool on my right. ÒIt may be a potty, but donÕt worry, more waterÕs
continually flowing in. And the rest flows down at the back, there,
disappearing into the rocks.Ó I saw menacing cracks at the rear of the
cavern we stood in. Some verticle, some horizontal. It looked as if the
back of the Ôpotty cavern,Õ as Walter shortly called it, had tried to split
open. But the splits only ended up serving as a way for the bubbling-up
water to escape. Perhaps someone, long ago, had insulted the Goddess who
minded this pool. In revenge she tried to rip the whole cavern open. But
her deed, far from being successful, only served to make it a permanent
place to pee for explorers. Now I would add my pee to theirs. At WalterÕs
urging, I stepped into the pool on my right. The water felt hot. It took me
a minute to get used to it. I stood with just my toes in it. Then, with his
palm on my bottom, encouraging me, I stepped into the water to my ankles.
ÒDonÕt worry,Ó he said. ÒNick and Jim and I have already explored it.
There is a hole in the bottom of it, near the center, but its too small to
swallow you up. Just stay near the side of the pool.Ó He pointed to a
place close to my feet. ÒThereÕs a totally safe depression, right over
there, near the edge. The other girls sit down in it and do their peeing
there. Face outward to pee. If you need to shit, turn around. Face your
bottom outward, toward the center of the pool. Then just poop, and your
turds will roll down to the center of the pool and fall down the hole. At
first we only peed in it, but Jim found he could poop in it to. The turds
must escape down that hole in the center. It is the hole that delivers the
water, but they donÕt seem to come back up.Ó
I looked up at him. ÒWhat about your pool?Ó I asked.
ÒThe hole in the center of that one is just too big and dangerous,Ó he
said. ÒThatÕs why only guys use it. But it can be peed and pooped in too.
We just donÕt want any of you girls drowning in it.Ó
ÒThis is quite odd,Ó I said.
ÒI stand over you and watch you if you like,Ó he replied. I felt
grateful for his help. I let him hold my hand. Then, I very carefully
stepped down into the depression. The water rose round my legs. I
paused, getting used to it. Finally, holding my breath, I knelt and plunged
my bottom into the pool.
ÒUnnh!Ó I gasped. The pool was hot! I felt its heat seize at my cunt,
at the flesh of my bottom, and immediately I was penetrated in both
places by its warmth. Yet I endured, and a moment later I was sitting.
The water singed my boobs. I was submerged right to the stems of my
nipples. I sat with a straight back to avoid letting the tips of my breasts
touch the water. And then, overwhelmed by the warmth, I felt my pee
squirt out from my own hole, between my legs. With a gasp, I offered my
pee. I looked up at Walter. I flushed with embarrassment. Perhaps it was
noticeable, perhaps not. My cheeks were already red from the heat.
ÒYes, are you peeing?Ó Walter asked me. I nodded my head.
ÒGood,Ó he answered. ÒNow I pee too,Ó he said. He stepped back. I
assumed he would retreat to the other pool. Suddenly his pee burst from
his cock. Right there, standing over my head. I screamed. A shower of
urine splashed down on my head.
ÒWalter!Ó I screamed. I still was peeing, and now his dick was
peeing on me!
ÒYou are now baptized a Cave Dweller,Ó Walter said solomly. ÒIn the
name of the cunt, the tits, your ass and my cock. May you fuck happily
ever after.Ó
ÒWalter! You twicked me!Ó was all I could think to say. His urine
flowed down my forehead and over my face. As I opened my mouth to utter
the words his pee, finding my tongue, fouled my speech. I sounded like a
child protesting maltreatment at a swimming pool. It was a childish
insult, perhaps, to get peed on, but I didnÕt like it, all the same.
ÒNow you are truly part of our group,Ó Walter assured me, when his
pee had all been expelled onto my head.
ÒThanks,Ó I sputtered. My own pee had been delivered by then,
through my legs, and I felt the warmth of the pool as it massaged my dell.
ÒJust think, when we pee together, next time, I shall announce ÔLet
Us Pee.Õ Sorta like church,Ó Walter told me, Òexcept of course they say
ÔLet Us Pray.Õ ItÕs pretty fun when everyone comes back here to do it at
once,Ó Walter told me.
ÒIÕm sure it is,Ó I replied testily.
ÒAnyway, dunk yourself before you get out. IÕm going back to the
bedroom,Ó Walter said.
ÒYou need to wash your dick first,Ó I told him. With some
apprehension, I turned around in the rock-hewn depression. Then, still
dripping with his pee, I took hold of his cock. I cupped my hand in the hot
water and lifted it up to his organ. ÒHere, let me do it,Ó I told him. He
jerked as the hot water came into contact with his penis. Then, carefully,
I bathed it in the artificial pool IÕd created with the palm of my hand. I
followed that handful with another. After a bit, he was sparkling clean,
despite having been up my ass. Then, looking up at him, I sank into the
pool. I completely submerged my head. I rubbed my hands in my long
blonde hair, especially on top, to get all his pee out. After that, rising
slowly from the pool, like Martin Sheen in Apocalypse Now, afraid I might
be peed on again, I got out. Walter gave me his hand and helped me. It was
romantic, at that moment, the two of us dripping, me all over, him just on
the length of his cock. We were both naked. I felt glowing. I embraced
Walter. I smelled his sweat and he inhaled my own freshly-rinsed body.
We kissed. Then he fucked me again, right there on the stone. He let me
ride on top, so I wouldnÕt get my ass sore, rubbing it against the cavernÕs
rock floor. He let me use my cunt. He did not insist on using my bottom
again. I felt more experienced. IÕd been opened, by Jim. Now Walter could
enjoy me. I felt I could truly participate this time. Plus, I trusted Walter.
He had managed to fuck my bottom without hurting me, as Jim had done to
Sherry. Poor Sherry. I hoped her bottom was all better by now.
Later, we returned to the bed chamber. Sherry and Nick lay upon the
bed. Sherry seemed exhausted and looked like she had fallen asleep. She
lay with her head on NickÕs chest. She was sucking her thumb. Her legs
were drawn up in a fetal position. But that left her bottom bare, and
exposed. Nick massaged it. There was an ambivalent look on his face. His
cock had grown newly erect, and he looked like he wished to plunge it into
her ass again. But there was no way he could do it. Sherry couldnÕt be
penetrated again, not this soon. So instead Nick massaged the flesh of her
bare bottom, dreaming of a future day when heÕd be able to safely plunge
into her again.
Amber, meanwhile, had been lured to the bed by Bridget. I saw my
friend Larissa lying near them. Larissa was sprawled on her back. Her
eyes were closed. I wondered what had happened to her. Then, not seeing
any sperm on her body, I guessed Bridget must have licked and rubbed her
to exhaustion. Nick, I guessed, must have watched, and been inspired to a
new erection by it.
Bridget straddled Amber. The girl was underneath her. SheÕd lost
her bra. It lay strewn on the floor near the bed. I saw someone had pulled
on her little bra and torn it open, separating the two cups from each other.
The trusty, delicate drawstring that would have been at her back remained
fastened. But the drawstring around her neck was torn apart. I glanced
from her panties back to her. She lay tummy-down on the bed. Her panties
still ringed her thighs, leaving her bottom bare. It stuck up like a small
little peach, split up its center. There were several slaps imprinted on
her rear end. I assumed Bridget had applied them. Now they both had red
bottoms. BridgetÕs whipped, AmberÕs spanked.
Amber was staring up at Bridget like a fish. She tried to rise. As
she did, her bosoms lifted from the bed. I saw her nipples. They were
surprisingly large and generous. They formed perfect pink caps to her tits.
From the end of each sprouted her hard little nipples. Bridget pressed
down with her hips. With her bottom and cunt she forced Amber to fall
back onto the bed. The girl did so awkwardly, and rocked to the side. One
of her breasts was prettily exposed once more, showing her nipple. I
longed to kiss it.
As Amber gaped up at Bridget like a hooked fish, Bridget shoved a
single finger in between AmberÕs lips. She slid it back and forth.
ÒThis is how you learn to take cock,Ó Bridget explained in a childish
voice. ÒFirst learn to suck my finger. Then, later, you can graduate to real
men!Ó
ÒI donÕ wanÕ tooo,Ó Amber complained.
ÒAnd now you must learn to take two fingers,Ó Bridget said. She
ignored AmberÕs protest completely. She looked like someone training a
recalcitrant pony. To be ridden, and to accept oats from her feed bag. I
remembered the riding stable where IÕd briefly had lessons. There had
been a small pony who refused to eat. Perhaps he was upset over
something, or just stubborn. Finally, I got a carrot. He accepted it from
me. He ate it right out of my hand.
Now the same thing was happening to Amber, I thought. But she did
not seem quite as receptive as my little pony. Ruthlessly Bridget made
her open her lips to the second finger. It was the Ôfuck you,Õ finger, and
Bridget appeared to introduce it with relish. Mercilessly, she did not take
out her pointing finger first. Instead she used both. She slid them deeply
into AmberÕs mouth. At the same time her bare hips bucked up and down
on the girlÕs back.
ÒOook! Oook! Oook!Ó Amber shouted, but there was no relief for her.
ÒAnd now weÕll learn to take three fingers,Ó Bridget announced.
ÒAfter all, just look at NickÕs cock. ItÕs very big. You have to take lots of
my fingers before you can take him.Ó
ÒAaaaaak!Ó Amber said, with dismay. She pumped her small bare
bottom up and down. She twisted on the bed. Her legs splayed apart,
threatening to tear the panties ringing her legs apart. But somehow the
drawstrings didnÕt rip. Perhaps remembering her half-lowered undies, or
the invitation her exposed little cunt offered, she quickly closed them
again. She was forced to receive a third finger from Bridget. It made her
lips stretch to their limit. Bridget caused her to gag once, then again. She
was pushing her fingers very deep into the girlÕs mouth now.
ÒBridget!Ó I cried. I didnÕt want to see our new visitor hurt.
ÒDonÕt worry, I know what IÕm doing,Ó Bridget replied. Amber didnÕt
think so, but there was nothing she could do about it. Bridget was 19, or
20. Amber was just 12. Her weight was no match for that of Bridget,
bearing down on her. Together they rode, one girl on top, the other doomed
to the bottom. Bridget finger-fucked her until she was satisfied the girl
had actually learned something.
I felt sleepy. I took WalterÕs hand. I looked at him and pointed to
the bed. He realized I wanted to sleep, not to fuck. He crawled into bed
with me. We found a place without wet spots and, for the first time, one
of us actually drew up the sheets. Me. I drew them up to WalterÕs chest.
Then I lay back with him and drew the sheet up to my breasts. Feeling
sexy, despite my weariness, I let my nipples show. They poked above the
top of the sheet, which rested upon the lower halves of my breasts, and all
the rest of me, down past my toes. Nick gazed at me. I put my hand to my
lips and kissed him goodnight. With a groan, perhaps wishing to Do me
with his newfound erection, he settled back onto the bed. Sherry lay next
to him, sound asleep. And she lay between Nick and myself. That was
quite useful. He didnÕt want to wake her, after hurting her bottom. Let
her sleep as long as she could. Her bottom would be well on its way to
healing by morning, I guessed.
I closed my eyes. Near the foot of the bed, Bridget was teaching
little Amber how to touch herself.
ÒOoooh! That feels GOOD!Ó Amber exclaimed. So recently incensed at
being forced to take fingers into her mouth, she was now learning to
finger herself. I lifted my head slightly, glanced at her. She was kneeling
upon the bed. Her panties still valiantly ringed her legs. But they were
spread, and she was looking down at herself, then up at Bridget, then down
at herself again. With one finger she gently explored the folds of her cunt.
I wondered if sheÕd be able to resist losing her virginity, once sheÕd
learned what pleasure her little cunt could bring. She was beyond Ôshow
me yours, IÕll show you mine.Õ She was experiencing the first shades of
real sensuality now. Her small breasts stuck forth their buds fiercely. I
guessed sheÕd be a regular little Amazon, once she got her feet wet. I shut
my eyes again. As I drifted off to sleep, Bridget taught Amber how to
achieve an orgasm. It was the girlÕs first.
The next morning we all went to the potty pools. We girls knelt
along the edge of the female potty pool. We faced the men. All except
little Amber. She said she was going in the menÕs pool.
ÒYou canÕt,Ó Walter told her. ÒThereÕs a big hole in the middle of it.Ó
ÒNo there isnÕt,Ó Amber answered. ÒIÕve peed here before.Ó
ÒSuit yourself,Ó Walter said. Then, turning away from her, he
groused, ÒDamn girl thinks she knows everything simply because she found
a secret opening at the top of the cliff.Ó He turned and faced her again.
She had settled herself into the pool. She propped her chin on the poolÕs
edge and let her feet extend out behind her, until her legs were straight.
Then she opened them wide.
ÒMmmm, I like doing this,Ó Amber said.
Walter walked over to her. He stood looking down at her. ÒHey,
thereÕs a vent down below her,Ó he said. ÒIt squirts water up, doesnÕt it?Ó
ÒMmmm hmmm,Ó Amber said. She licked her tongue across her lips.
ÒAnd its nice and hot too.Ó
ÒI know. I use it to clean out my butthole,Ó Walter answered.
ÒWell now its shooting up against my pussy!Ó Amber replied. ÒSo
there!Ó
ÒGood God. The girlÕs fucking herself on that jet of water we use to
clean out our buttholes!Ó Walter exclaimed. Nick and Jim laughed.
ÒWell, guess what? I used to let it shoot up my bottom too, when I
came down here all by myself. But now IÕm going to use what Bridget
taught me to give myself another orgasm.Ó
Walter walked away. He came over to the female potty pool. I glad
Amber wasnÕt with us. I didnÕt want to see her Ôbaptized.Õ
Nick and Jim stood over us with their cocks. They began rubbing
themselves. Walter joined them.
ÒWhat are you guys doing?Ó Amber called from across the room.
ÒSomething you wonÕt be included in,Ó Walter answered. He began
fisting his cock.
I knelt, waiting to receive his tribute. On either side of me knelt
Bridet and Larissa, and Sherry. Being peed on, which had seemed so
horrible to me yesterday, was now something I found bearable. I didnÕt
want to look shy in front of the other girls. Larissa had apparently been
peed on during the night by Nick, and claimed she had enjoyed her
Ôbaptisim.Õ
ÒOpen your mouth wider, honey. We arenÕt being peed on today,Ó
Bridget whispered in my ear. I realized my lips were barely open. I spread
my jaws wider. Bridget put a finger under my chin. She tilted my head
back, so I would accept the full cannonade that was offered to me.
ÒSwallow,Ó she told me. ÒSwallow it all down.Ó
We waited. We held our faces uplifted to the three men standing
over us. Amber asked again what we were doing, but nobody answered her.
The men fisted their dicks more quickly. They were hard and cocky, as
men always are when they first awake.
ÒReady, aim, fire!Ó Jim suddenly announced. I felt a splattering of
sperm come raining down on my face.
ÒCatch it! Catch it in your mouth!Ó Bridget told me. I did my best. A
moment later Walter erupted, giving Larissa a faceful. Nick exploded. He
aimed first at Bridget, then at Sherry. In the distance, beyond the squeals
of my friends, I heard little Amber. She sounded like she was rubbing
herself. She moaned loudly. Nick looked over at her to see if she was
slipping down the hole in the center of her pool. But she wasnÕt, I guess,
for as far as I could tell he never ceased shooting his sperm onto Bridget
and Sherry.
When the men were done we girls dutifully closed our mouths. I
swallowed down what IÕd been given. Then I turned around. I spread my
legs and peed. Bridget and the others did likewise. With a sperm-bleared
eyes, I glanced across the cavern at Amber. She was still as before. She
was floating tummy-down in the water. She was kicking her legs. She
clung to the side of the pool with one hand. I did not see her other hand.
Her pretty young lips opened in a series of moans as she humped her
bottom up and down in the water. I saw her small ass rise and fall, rise
and fall. Then a terrible scream tore from her throat. Her eyes closed,
she yelled out. It was an orgasm.
ÒGood girl,Ó Bridget called to her.
Within the darkest recesses of the cave, there were still more
secret places. One was the bath pool. We went there next. It was my
first sight of it. Its entrance lay in the midst of the tunnel that led to the
potty pools. But the others assured me there was no connection between
the bath and the potty. Of course, swimming back out of the central
cavern, we would have to swim through the water of the lake. There
seemed little doubt that all our pee, perhaps even our poop, wound up in
the lake. I hoped I wouldnÕt have to relieve myself too often.
The bath pool consisted of a large stone room, just like the other
caverns. The rock was uncarved, living rock. In the middle stood a big
pool. It did not smell of sulfer. I wondered if God had made Satan build
this interconnecting network of caves, so humans wouldnÕt miss out on
temptations to sin. I lay back in the pool. I spread my legs. There was no
dangerous hole in the center of this pool. Water, I was told, issued from
very thin cracks at the poolÕs center. Nick and Jim and Walter had
previously explored lots of the features down here, to make sure it was
safe for girls. Of course, the men hadnÕt found AmberÕs secret garden,
where the wildflowers grew. And they hadnÕt found her opening either, at
the top, where she could enter the network of caves without getting wet.
I wondered if there were any other gaps in the menÕs knowledge.
Sometimes the worst thing is to think you know it all, only to find out
later you donÕt.
I lay in the pool. I let the steam rise up around me. I listened to the
bubbles as they emerged at the poolÕs center. It was an endless act of
creation. I liked the bubbling sound. It made me feel happy.
We were all totally nude. But, despite being without clothes, we
were not without amenities. The kitchen had been placed here, in this
room, next to the pool. We were to be served not breakfast in bed, but
breakfast in the bath. Sherry was told to get out and make breakfast.
ÒItÕll give your ass something to do,Ó Nick joked.
ÒMen never change, no matter how much they shoot their sperm out,Ó
Sherry answered. She got up and got out of the pool. She rubbed her ass
and looked at Nick. ÒDonÕt fuck me here today, okay?Ó she asked Nick.
ÒThatÕs why IÕm putting your ass to work doing something
productive, if youÕre afraid to use it for its real purpose,Ó he replied.
ÒI shouldÕve gone back to the bedroom and gotten my panties,Ó she
answered.
I was lying in the water next to Bridget. I huddled closer to her. She
seemed the most dominant of all the females. I hoped she would protect
me if the men started being seriously disobedient. I rolled on my side.
Lightly, imploringly, I kissed her cheek. I wanted to go slow this morning,
if there was to be sex. I didnÕt want to be rushed by randy men. They were
all cocky this morning. Even after sperming our faces, in the potty room,
they still seemed inordinately full of themselves. Perhaps it was a pride
in getting four young women to join them down here. I felt BridgetÕs hand
fall consolingly on my ass. She knew what I was worried about. She
understood. No woman likes feeling used. She must be won each time, if
sheÕs to retain her pride in herself. Bridget kissed my cheek. I let my
mind drift.
Nick began bragging about how he and the others had made the cave
Ôhabital,Õ as he put it. His voice rang out loudly. The stone walls of the
room seemed to echo and re-echo his words has he spoke. It seemed as if
the cave was savoring each of his words. Perhaps it liked having people
down here. Centuries might have gone by without it having any visitors.
Nick explained how the men brought the stove and refrigerator down
into the cave, swimming through the tunnel. I listened, quietly. Softly I
nuzzled my mouth against BridgetÕs bosom. The topmost portions of her
boobs were above the surface of the water. With my eyes shut, feeling
deliciously comfortable, I passed my tongue across her nearest breast. I
liked her nipple.
ÒMmmm,Ó Bridget sighed. ÒBite my boobs.Ó But I refused. I just
wanted to lick. I didnÕt want to arouse the men to violent acts.
I heard AmberÕs feet slapping along the passage that led to the bath
pool. SheÕd gone back to the bedroom, insisting she needed her panties.
The men had let her go. She was like a child. A child in a womanÕs body,
really. I wondered if sheÕd grown breasts too soon. Many aspects of her
personality were still undeveloped.
Amber padded into the cavern. I rolled onto my back. I opened my
eyes and looked at her. SheÕd done more than just put her panties back on.
Her hair had been dried. She seemed to have brightened her lips with a
very light shade of lipstick. She smiled at us. Then she looked around.
SheÕd not been in this room before.
ÒIÕm glad this room doesnÕt stink,Ó she said.
ÒNope. No sulfer here,Ó Walter answered.
ÒThatÕs good,Ó Amber replied. She looked at the wall next to her.
She put a finger to it. ÒIÕm lucky I came down here,Ó Amber said in a high-
pitched voice. It echoed in the room. ÒIÕm getting too big to slip through
the entrance at the top of the cliff.Ó
I felt BridgetÕs finger brush against my face. It rose from the water.
It offered itself to my lips. I opened my mouth. I let her pop her finger
between my lips. I sensed she wished me to suck on it. I did. I gazed at
Amber as I did. She was topless, but not bottomless. Her fire-truck red
panties clung to her hips. Somehow sheÕd learned to pleasure herself, the
night before, without ripping her panties. But I missed her little bra. It
had looked so cute on her the previous day. Bridget had promised to sew
her bra cups back together again before we left the cave. In the meantime,
Bridget had told her, she didnÕt need her bra. Amber talked on. Nick was
silent, pleasantly listening, as she spoke of flowers and invisible rocks.
AmberÕs breasts, firm as melons, were left to wobble freely on her chest.
Whenever she drew in a breath, they wiggled. When she moved, they
wiggled. They reminded me of bouncy tennis balls, eager for a game.
Amber began walking around the pool. She seemed like a kitten
exploring a new place. She gazed up at the cavernÕs ceiling. Then at its
walls, touching them. She seemed to prance as she walked. She walked
over to Sherry.
ÒWhatÕcha doinÕ?Ó she asked.
ÒIÕm cooking breakfast. Do you like breakfast?Ó she asked.
ÒYes!Ó Amber answred happily. She rubbed her tummy. She stood
watching Sherry cook. ÒMmmm. I like eggs,Ó Amber said. ÒSome girls
donÕt, but I do. Do you have any sausages to go with them?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Sherry replied. ÒPre-cooked ones. From the fridge. They just
need to be warmed. IÕll do those next. This stove isnÕt big enough for me
to cook both at once.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Amber answered. Then she wandered away. She said she
was going to find jewels for us to look at during breakfast.
ÒBut you must give them all to me when we go home,Ó she said. Her
small pantied ass wriggled enthusiastically as she walked. I looked over
at the men. I listened to the quiet hum of the refrigerator. I smelled the
eggs cooking. Our men were quite amazing, I decided, bringing all that
stuff down here. I met NickÕs gaze, smiled at him. He cleared his throat.
ÒYou learn all that as a Navy SEAL,Ó Nick said. ÒWe have to learn to
operate in the water.Ó
ÒA tunnel is nothing, really,Ó Walter chimed in. ÒWe enjoyed the
challenge. Normally weÕd be bringing weapons. This was our chance to
bring something more useful.Ó
ÒYes, boys, youÕd think youÕd brought the London bridge down here,Ó
Bridget sniped. SheÕd obviously heard their story a few times before. She
pinched my nipple. I yelped. Perhaps she wished to punish me for bringing
up the subject again.
ÒDonÕt, donÕt pinch my breasts,Ó I protested.
ÒWould you rather I find your tiny clit and pinch that instead?Ó
Bridget asked.
ÒMmmmf,Ó I replied. I bit my lip. ÒIt would be better than pinching
my nipples,Ó I answered. I felt sinful. I opened my legs.
ÒAlright,Ó Bridget said. Her hand left my gently floating breasts and
moved underwater. It slid down my tummy. She paused at my navel. She
poked me, making me laugh. Then she brushed her fingertips lightly down
to where my smooth, tanned skin gave way to the first strands of my pubic
hair. She tugged on them, one by one. Gradually she tested each part of my
pubic mound. By this careful exploration, moving slowly down hair by
hair, she finally came to my Spot.
ÒOH!Ó I said. Sherry turned her head. ÒNo fucking Ôtil after
breakfast, please,Ó Sherry said.
ÒHer ass doesnÕt want to be left out,Ó Nick said.
Amber, meanwhile, had paused in her exploring. She stood still. She
pushed her panties down off her fanny. She stopped when they were
halfway down her thighs. Then she walked on, leaving them to hang
uselessly between her legs. I wondered if she thought that wearing them,
but not necessarily where they were needed, somehow kept her modest. I
noticed the men staring at her. They seemed mesmerized by her virgin
fanny. It was tight and small. The split of her bottom seemed like an
invitation. Dig in, and you were bound to find treasure between those
chubby, immature cheeks. You didnÕt need to go looking for jewels in the
rocks. They were right there, in the shape of the two halves of her
bottom.
ÒOh, look! A rock!Ó Amber proclaimed. She bent over. Her back was
to us. She passed her fingers along the floor. The men watched her,
avidly. Suddenly their cocks rose stiffly from the water. Lock Ness
Monsters, making their appearance. Amber rolled the cheeks of her ass.
She contracted them and made them squeeze. Then she released them.
With her head down, she contintued to explore the floor. Meanwhile her
cheeks tightened again, then relaxed. She seemed impatient.
ÒOh, I guess it isnÕt a rock!Ó Amber said. She stood up again. ÒI
wonder if this one is, though?Ó she asked aloud. She bent over again. She
traced her fingers along the floor. Her bare bottom squeezed, let go of
itself, then squeezed again. ÒOh, I suppose these really donÕt exist,Ó
Amber announced sadly. ÒTheyÕre not invisible jewels. Just imaginary.Ó
Amber straightened up. She turned around. She saw the menÕs risen cocks.
ÒIs sex all you guys think about?Ó Amber asked.
Nick cleared his throat. ÒWe donÕt think just about sex,Ó he replied.
ÒWe also think about sex and your ass.Ó
Amber lifted a hand and waved it across her face. ÒSo many topics,Ó
she said. Then she walked across the room. Her long legs remained apart
just enough to keep her panties from falling. Occasionally she stopped and
pulled them up a little. But never enough to pull them up to cover herself.
They remained teasingly clinging to her thighs.
I heard sausage sizzling. Amber walked over to the kitchen. She
pressed close to Sherry.
ÒIs my breakfast ready yet?Ó she asked.
ÒGet in the pool. Then IÕll serve you,Ó Sherry replied.
ÒOh, I want to help serve!Ó Amber said eagerly. She sniffed at the
rising odor of the sausages. ÒEspecially those,Ó she said. ÒCan I serve
sausages to the men?Ó
ÒIÕm not sure the men need any more sausages,Ó Sherry replied.
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