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                                POLITICALLY CORRECT SEX

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         In honor of Memorial Day I hereby present a politically correct 
sex story.  If for some reason this story does not live up to your 
politically correct expectations, donÕt worry.  IÕll keep jerking off and 
writing until I get it right.  Practise makes perfect!


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                                  Andrew Roller Presents
                              NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
                                                 in 
                                    THE FRUITS OF DESIRE

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                                       Chapter Thirteen

         The limousine rolled deeper into the countryside.  The moon glided 
higher, its moonglow spread over the landscape like a blanket.  The scents 
of pine mingled with the air conditioned air in the car as it passed within 
the trees of a forest.  The night remained hot, suffocating.  But inside the 
limo the girls were chilly.
         Kelli was on her knees, worshipfully kissing MarkÕs leg.  It was the 
same leg sheÕd rubbed the vaseline on and now she was kissing it 
mindlessly, not caring that she was making her face messy with 
petroleum jelly.  Behind her, also on her knees, Amanda was pulling down 
the back of KelliÕs panties.
         ÒOoooh!  DonÕt fuck me up my BOTTOM!Ó Kelli pleaded with Mark.  Her 
face was wet with tears.  It mingled with the jelly smeared across her 
cheeks.  Kelli had lost the ice cube contest, and Mark, gazing first at his 
dick and then at her, frankly did not know what to do.
         ÒSo you think IÕm a slut because my pussyÕs the warmest?Ó Amanda 
said to her niece.
         ÒOoooh!  IÕm sorry auntie!  IÕm sorry I called you a slut,Ó Kelli told 
her aunt.  ÒI just said that because you won.Ó
         ÒVery well,Ó Amanda said.  She pulled the back of KelliÕs panties 
back up.  ÒNext time congratulate me, Kelli, instead of calling me a slut,Ó 
Amanda told her niece.  Then she looked at Mark.  ÒPlease donÕt fuck her,Ó 
she said.  At the same time Amanda put her hand to her own pussy.  She 
rubbed it.  It was so cold!  And the bikini panties, they were so 
embarrassingly wet now.  Kelli too, even as she kissed MarkÕs leg, rubbed 
her pussy with both her hands, assuaging the sting there left by the cold 
ice.
         ÒWhat should I do?Ó Mark asked Patrick.
         ÒYouÕre asking me?Ó Patrick said.  ÒIÕm a sadist.Ó
         ÒOh, pwease!Ó Kelli begged.
         Patrick cleared his throat.  ÒKelli, we are not going to a preschool,Ó 
Patrick told the girl.  He glanced at Amanda.
         ÒI think she understands that,Ó Amanda said quietly.  She continued 
to rub her pussy.  ÒShe merely wishes some consideration for her feelings, 
thatÕs all.Ó
         ÒVery well,Ó Patrick said.  ÒWe are almost there, in any event.  
However if I am to spare Kelli, then I must ask a small favor from you 
both.Ó
         ÒFine,Ó Amanda said.
         ÒDo I still have to get fucked up the ass?Ó Kelli asked.
         ÒNot right now,Ó Patrick said.
         ÒOh, GOODIE!Ó Kelli cried.  Mark couldnÕt tell whether the girl was 
serious, or only intent on increasing her value, her desirability, through 
the well-known female tactic of delay.
         Kelli let go of MarkÕs leg.  She turned around.  Then, suddenly, she 
announced, ÒMy bottom is hot!Ó and yanked down the back of her panties.  
With what Mark was sure was an exaggerated display, Kelli crawled with 
hip-waggling intensity back across the floor and hopped up onto her seat.  
ÒOooh!  This leather is cold!Ó the girl said, sitting, for the first time, 
directly on her bare bottom.  Amanda followed her niece across the floor 
and got back up onto her seat.  But before sitting down, she too pulled 
down the back of her panties.  When she sat, she said, quite audibly so both 
men could hear it,
         ÒOooh.Ó  She pursed her lips into a pretty O and looked directly at 
Patrick.  The older man felt his penis throb.
         ÒYou girls are such showoffs!Ó Mark said.
         ÒYou should talk,Ó Amanda replied, and looked at his cock.
         Patrick cleared his throat.  ÒNow as to the small favor I have been 
promised by you girls, it is this:  I wish for you both to sit still.  And, in 
addition to that, I wish for you to both take the greatest care of your 
bottoms.  You may do that, both of you, by sitting upon your hands.Ó
         ÒOkay,Ó Kelli said.  She arched up her bare ass and put both her hands 
under her wiggly bottom.  Amanda, with a slightly puzzled look on her 
face, did the same.
         ÒNow Mark, if you would,Ó Patrick said to the young man, ÒPlease go 
over to the girls and lie down upon their thighs.  Lie across both their 
thighs, just as if you were to receive a spanking from them.Ó
         ÒNo way,Ó Mark said.  ÒMy ass hurts enough already.Ó
         ÒMark,Ó Patrick said.  ÒPlease consider this to be an order.Ó
         ÒBut my ass--!Ó Mark began.
         ÒHave I said anything about your ass?Ó Patrick asked the young man.
         ÒNo, but--!Ó
         ÒThen go and lie down!Ó Patrick roared.  He had once been a colonel 
and he was, even at this advanced age, over 50, still accustomed to 
obedience.  Meekly Mark got up and walked across the floor.  He walked 
with his back bent to accommodate the low roof of the vehicle.  He went 
over to the girls.  They beamed at him.  They were both sitting on their 
hands, as Patrick wished.  But it was obvious that they expected to be 
using their hands to spank Mark soon.  And there was another reason for 
the pleasure showing on their young faces:  Mark had a massive erection, 
and they were wondering how on earth he was going to lie face-down 
across their thighs with his big dick sticking out.
         Mark began to wonder the same thing, as he made to lie across the 
bench seat that the girls were sitting on.  First, though, he had to lift the 
ice cooler that sat on the seat between them.  He also had to remove some 
other items from the bench seat, that were piled between the cooler and 
Amanda.  The items were these:  a backpack, a folded beach blanket, an 
innertube and an inflated beach ball.  They were items left over from 
PatrickÕs trip to Waterland.  He had brought them along just in case he 
needed them, perhaps to share them with a young mother.  In the event he 
had left them in the car, leaving them there in case he should want them 
later.  
         Although Mark noticed the cooler first, he did not move it first.  He 
started with the beach ball, then the inner tube, then the folded beach 
blanket, and finally the backpack.  He tossed these items on the floor.  His 
hard penis wobbled around as he moved the items.  Then he bent and tried 
to lift the ice cooler.  Immediately he realized what an awkward task this 
would be.  He wanted to lift it up past his waist but his erect penis was in 
the way!  So Mark leaned in over the cooler, awkwardly, and raised it 
directly to his chest.  His muscles in his chest and arms bulged as he 
lifted the cooler, making a grand display for the girls.  Mark hefted the 
cooler past the items that were already on the floor and set it down right 
in front of PatrickÕs feet.  Then, glancing at the man, and seeing that 
Patrick still expected him to lie down, Mark returned to the girls.  They 
were beaming at him now, as they sat on their hands, both of them highly 
amused at the prospect of Mark having to lie down flat, with his big dick 
so obviously in the way.
         ÒSit closer together, girls,Ó Patrick said to Amanda and Kelli.  The 
girls looked at each other.  Amanda got up and sat on her hands right next 
to her little niece.  Then she looked again at Mark, as Kelli was doing, and 
said,
         ÒWell?  Lie down and relax, dear.Ó  Both girls burst into giggles.  
Their laughter shook their bare breasts and both Patrick and Mark enjoyed 
the display, though Mark was now blushing a little.  As the girls laughed 
their breasts shook with increased vigor, because both girls were sitting 
erect, with their hands trapped under their asses.  The posture was one 
which caused both girls to throw out their chests in a deliciously wanton 
fashion.
         Mark, despite the joy he felt at seeing the girls looking so 
vulnerable, with their hands underneath them and their breasts sticking 
out, shook his head.  He had no guarantee that when he lay down the 
softness of their thighs, pressing against his dick, wouldnÕt make him 
spurt.  Nonetheless he put one knee on the seat, just next to KelliÕs slim 
thigh, and lay down. 
         ÒUhn,Ó Mark groaned.  He laid himself face-down across both girlsÕ 
thighs.  He felt them shift and squirm underneath them as his weight 
descended upon them.  As for the girls, they felt MarkÕs frame come down 
upon them but, most of all, they felt his cock skid and thump down, 
pressing like an iron bar into their legs.
         ÒOoooh!Ó Amanda cried.
         ÒYeeooh!  YouÕre too big and heavy!Ó Kelli complained.
         MarkÕs eyes bulged.  How enthralling it felt to have his dick wedged 
between himself, and upon the girlsÕ naked legs.  His hard, muscled 
stomach pressed against the upper half of his dick.  The lower half was 
embedded in the soft flesh of KelliÕs right thigh and, right next to it, 
AmandaÕs left thigh.  He could smell the girlsÕ scent.  It was a mingling of 
chlorine from Waterland, the remnants of perfume and feminine deodorant, 
and sexual essence.  MarkÕs eyes bulged as he felt the soft contact of the 
girlsÕ skin and smelled their sweet aroma.  He nearly lost himself; his 
penis was lubricated and exceedingly hard and excited.  Only by a great 
effort of will, grunting upon the girlsÕ legs, did he manage to hold himself 
back.  Both Amanda and Kelli giggled again, realizing why Mark was 
grunting.
         ÒOooh, Markie.  Did you have a little accident?Ó Amanda slyly asked 
the young man.  She could feel something wet oozing onto her leg and she 
didnÕt know if it was pre-cum, sperm, or perhaps a small amount of urine.
         ÒNo!Ó Mark insisted.
         ÒDonÕt pee on my leg, Mark,Ó Kelli said, her voice serious.  In fact 
though, although part of MarkÕs penis was pressed against KelliÕs leg, the 
part where the pee hole was laid upon AmandaÕs thigh.
         Looking at Mark this way, lying over their legs, both girls had a 
close-up view of his ass.  It had red splotches on it.  The prints from 
KelliÕs paddling were still quite visible.  Both girls laughed anew at MarkÕs 
well-slapped buns.   
         ÒNow, girls,Ó Patrick said.  He looked at them.  Despite their 
pleasure, both girls were quite imprisoned.  Their hands were under their 
bottoms, trapped there by the weight of MarkÕs heavy body across their 
legs.  Of course, as Patrick expected, the girls did not understand how 
trapped they were.  Both of them were still giggling, wondering if Mark 
might leave an embarrassingly premature emission on their naked thighs.  
They were admiring his ass, they were staring in wonderment at the big, 
heavy testicle sac lying just under MarkÕs bottom.  ÒDo you not agree,Ó 
Patrick said to the girls, hoping to get their attention.  ÒDo you not agree 
that you will both have to suffer someday for a man, bearing his child?Ó
         Both girls looked at each other.  They still had the giggles and they 
both burst out laughing again.
         ÒSo IÕm sure,Ó Patrick continued, not minding that the girls were 
still laughing, ÒIÕm sure that as a small preparation for the suffering you 
will have to endure then, when you bear children, for the man you love, 
whoever he may be...  IÕm sure you will not mind practising for that by 
suffering a little now.Ó
         Patrick rose.  Both girls were startled at seeing Patrick get up.  
They stopped laughing.  Quickly Patrick crossed over to them.  He leaned in 
toward Amanda.  He raised his hand.  He looked at the older teen and said,
         ÒForgive me.Ó
         SLAP!  Patrick slapped AmandaÕs face.  Immediately a red mark 
appeared on her right cheek.  Then, just as quickly, now using the back of 
his hand instead of his palm, Patrick slapped AmandaÕs left cheek, leaving 
a red mark there.  Then he moved to Kelli.
         ÒForgive me,Ó Patrick said again, this time to Kelli.  He did the same 
to her as he had done to her aunt.
         ÒYeeek!Ó Kelli cried.  But she only managed to get the scream out 
after Patrick had already given her a slap on each of her cheeks, for she 
was quite startled at his action.  Both girls, in fact, were stunned; not 
only from being slapped but by the way Patrick, so gentle up until now, had 
suddenly and quite firmly taken command of their bodies.  He was like a 
lion, suddenly loosed from its cage.  He loomed over them and they stared 
at him, their breasts wiggling, tears forming in their eyes.  The girlsÕ 
cheeks blushed.  They blushed not only from PatrickÕs severity, but from 
feeling humiliated.  They were naked, trapped, and wet between their legs, 
and now they were red-faced too, from the hardness of PatrickÕs hand.
         Patrick smiled.  It was a gloating smile, like an emperor might show 
for his humbled subjects.  ÒNow I have one other item for each of you 
girls,Ó Patrick said.  ÒAs I mentioned, you will not be wearing much in the 
way of clothing at my Reservation.  But I do expect you to wear the small 
amount that I give you.Ó
         Patrick had slipped into his other hand, when nobody was looking, 
two pairs of nipple clamps.  He now opened his large hand, the one he had 
not slapped the girls with, and he showed the startled girls the devices.  
They were quite small, and quite wicked-looking.  Twin jaws, which, when 
opened, had a devilish desire to close again, no matter what was in the 
way.  Patrick, his right hand still tingling from slapping the girls, plucked 
a clamp from his left palm.  He squeezed the back of it, forcing the jaws 
apart.  He slid it up over KelliÕs left nipple.
         Kelli had never worn clamps.  She looked in wonderment at the 
device.  Big tears were still rolling down her cheeks and one of them 
trickled to her chin and fell onto her left bosom.  It rolled down to her 
nipple, just as Patrick released the clamp.
         ÒYOOOOCH!Ó Kelli cried.
         Patrick drew his hand away.  Dangling under the clamp was a small 
tassel.  It jiggled as Kelli responded to the pain of being pinched.  She 
heaved her breasts.  She gasped as she felt her left nipple squeezed 
between the evil jaws of the clamp.
         ÒNow I must do the other one, Kelli,Ó Patrick said.  His voice was 
quiet, almost like that of a doctor treating a patient.
         ÒOhhh, DONÕT!Ó Kelli insisted.  But she watched with avid eyes, and a 
seemingly aroused stare, as Patrick slid the other clamp over her right 
nipple.  Then he let go of it.  ÒYOOOOCH!Ó Kelli howled.  Her breasts heaved 
again.  The clamp on her right nipple caused its tassel to dance, even as 
the left nipple did.
         Patrick moved to Amanda.  She had tasted clamps before and she 
knew they would hurt.  Yet her nipples remained stiffly defiant, daring 
Patrick to pinch them.  Patrick accepted her dare.
         ÒOh, GOD!Ó Amanda breathed, as she felt the first clamp bite into 
her.  It snagged her left nipple, and Patrick laughed that she would look 
prettier with her ÒdecorationsÓ.
         ÒI think girls are rather like Christmas trees,Ó Patrick said.  ÒThey 
are beautiful even when wearing nothing, yet with trimmings they look 
even better!Ó  He clamped AmandaÕs other nipple.  The teen gasped again.  
She looked at Patrick with woeful, hurt eyes.  He loved her gaze; her 
cheeks were slapped and there were tears rolling down them and now she 
was holding herself in against the pain which was quite obviously 
throbbing in her nipples.  How beautifully victimized she looked!  Like a 
young mother, fresh from the delivery room.
         Patrick stepped back, away from the girls.
         ÒWell, Kelli,Ó Patrick said.  ÒAs you can see, I am a man of my word.  
I spared your bottom.Ó
         ÒOOOCH!  Get these things off me!Ó Kelli begged.  She wiggled her 
naked tits, hoping to toss off the clamps stuck to the ends of them.  It was 
no use; the little jaws bit tightly, and the motion of her breasts only 
served to heighten the pain by causing the tossed-about clamps to tug 
harder.  ÒOOOH!  OOOH!Ó Kelli cried in dismay.
         ÒNow I am going to ask Mark to get up,Ó Patrick told the girls.  
ÒHowever I do not want you two to remove your clamps.  Mark and I are 
both stronger than you.  We can hold you both down very easily if we wish 
to.  In fact, not to put too fine a point on it, girls, but we men could rape 
you both, right now, and quite at our leisure, if we wished to.  As you 
know, Mark is suffering from his hardness.  I myself am about to put a hole 
in my swim trunks.  So it would be a great relief to us both to bend you 
girls over and yank open your legs and stuff ourselves up you.  Into your 
cunts or, perhaps to amuse ourselves, into your little bottoms.  It is your 
beauty that is making us men both so hard.  If we are to spare you, at least 
for now, and to continue to suffer, then I think it is only fair that both you 
girls should suffer a little too.  As Mark and I suffer with our erections, 
so you girls should suffer with clamps on your nipples.  However, IÕll make 
a deal with you.  When you girls are ready to be fucked, just tell us.  Then I 
will remove your clamps.  And just as you are able to be freed of the pain 
of having pinched nipples, Mark and I will be freed of the pain of having 
our erections, by stuffing ourselves into you and giving you both a proper 
fucking.Ó
         The girls were excited by PatrickÕs proposal.  He could see it in their 
eyes.  Yet they were getting used to the clamps, and finding that the 
throbbing in their tits was somewhat agreeable, for it allowed them to 
experience a perverse kind of pleasure, without giving in to PatrickÕs 
demand for sex.  So, looking first at her niece, and seeing in her eyes a 
desire not to surrender, Amanda looked defiantly at Patrick and said,
         ÒYou have chosen wicked-looking clamps, sir, but I hold my pride in 
higher regard than my nipples.  IÕll keep the clamps and you can keep your 
erection.Ó
         ÒMe too!Ó Kelli said.  Then she wiggled her breasts again, hoping to 
toss off the clamps, but it was quite impossible.  She sighed and looked at 
her aunt.
         ÒWe shall wear them with pride, Kelli,Ó Amanda told her little niece.  
ÒAnd let the men suffer with their big penises and their sperm-filled 
testicles.Ó
         ÒOook!  Hokay, auntie!Ó Kelli said.
         ÒA bargain is a bargain, Kelli,Ó Patrick warned the girl.  ÒDo not 
attempt to remove the clamps without my permission or I swear you will 
be bent over and fucked up that darling little ass of yours.Ó
         ÒYes sir,Ó Kelli gasped.  She seemed mesmerized by the Colonel as 
she looked from her trapped nipples to his severe gaze.  She shrank a little 
in her seat, but Patrick guessed she would behave.  Therefore he said to 
Mark,
         ÒGet up, young man!  YouÕll lose yourself if you keep lying like that 
over those girlsÕ pretty thighs.Ó
         ÒUhn!!!Ó Mark gasped.  He got up.  The girls stared at his penis as he 
rose off of them.  It was as hard as ever.  Except for a small pool of pre-
cum on AmandaÕs thigh, Mark was still containing his seed.  
         Mark went to his seat.  The girls admired his buns as he walked.  
Kelli winked at Amanda and smiled a big smile.  Even now Mark still bore 
the signs of her paddling.
         ÒOooh,Ó Mark said, as he sat back down on the leather seat beside 
Patrick.  The leather had grown cold in the time he had spent over the 
girlsÕ legs.  Now he felt the chilliness of the leather upon his skin, upon 
his bottom, and while it was a relief to have the coolness pressing against 
his hot ass it was also surprising.  He felt his balls fall heavily between 
his legs and he wondered when, if ever, he would finally get to empty 
himself.  He hoped it would not be in a way that he would find 
embarrassing.
         ÒNow girls,Ó Patrick said.  He spread his legs.  He opened the drawer 
underneath the seat he was sitting on.  ÒI have here a makeup kit.Ó  Patrick 
took it out from under his seat and showed it to the girls.  ÒIt contains 
everything a young wife might need after her husband has felt the need to 
discipline her.  As you know, such needs often arise at awkward times.  
Imagine being slapped by your husband just before company comes!  You 
would not want your company to see the red marks your husband has left 
upon your face.  So I wish for you to practise covering up such marks.  
Share this makeup kit between you.  Do what you can to powder your faces 
and disguise the red marks my hand has left upon you.  In this way you will 
not only have experienced a bit of discipline, as well as a small taste of 
the pain you will feel, lower down, when birthing children.  You will also 
learn the skills which an obedient wife sometimes needs, when her 
husband feels compelled to discipline her.Ó
         Patrick handed the kit to the girls.  They opened it, their faces still 
red, their nipples, well-clamped, causing them to wince.
         ÒOhhh!  ItÕs so pretty!Ó Amanda gasped.  And indeed it was, for all of 
the items in the makeup kit were made of ivory and gold.
         ÒOoooh!  I want this!Ó Kelli exclaimed, forgetting her nipples for a 
moment, and her too-red cheeks.  She grabbed a lipstick.  It was contained 
in a golden tube.  She pulled off the top of the tube and found that the 
lipstick inside was pale.  She put it to her lips.  She rubbed them.  Then 
she was about to replace it in the kit when Patrick said,
         ÒKelli, do your nipples too.Ó
         ÒHmmm?Ó Kelli asked.
         ÒThe tips of your nipples,Ó Patrick said.  ÒYour nipples are clamped 
but the tip of each of your nipples is extruding nakedly beyond the jaws of 
each clamp.  I want you to paint those tips, small as they are.  You will 
look even prettier than you do.Ó
         ÒÔKay,Ó Kelli said, in a soft voice.  She put the pale lipstick to her 
right nipple.  Gently moved the lipstick up and down across the tip of her 
teat.  ÒOooh!  Oooh!  Oooh!Ó Kelli gasped suddenly.  It was pleasurable, she 
found, to touch herself there, particularly when her sensitive nipple was 
so wickedly clamped.
         ÒMmmm!  I want to try that!Ó Amanda said.  She took the lipstick 
from Kelli.  She touched it to her own nipple, the right nipple, and she felt 
an immediate shock, as if of electricity, passing along her nipple and back 
through her breast. 
         ÒAuntie!  Give me my lipstick back!Ó Kelli insisted.  She tore the 
lipstick from her auntÕs hands and put it to her left nipple this time.  
ÒOooh!  Yes!Ó she cried.
         ÒMmmm, IÕll powder your cheeks while you paint your nipples,Ó 
Amanda told the young girl.  She did, and Mark looked at Patrick and 
smiled.  It was gorgeous, how these two slapped, disciplined girls had so 
quickly succumbed to the charms of the makeup kit.
         ÒYou are quite deft at handling girls,Ó Mark said to the older man.
         ÒYou will learn in time,Ó Patrick replied.  ÒJust keep your, ah, 
spirits up and IÕll show you quite a few things in the days ahead.Ó
         ÒSure,Ó Mark agreed.  And he looked at himself, and Patrick looked 
too, and Mark wondered if the older man knew ways not only to manipulate 
girls but to manipulate men.  Perhaps he did, Mark confessed to himself.  
And he blushed when he realized he might not resist such manipulation.
         A few minutes later, with both girls preening in their seats, 
arousing the men, and with Mark throbbing nakedly and visibly for all to 
see, the limo came to a stop.
         ÒAh.  We are here,Ó Patrick said.  There was a click, of locks 
unlocking.  The driver, in the front of the limo, had unlocked the doors.  
Patrick looked at Mark.  ÒWould you please open the door?Ó he said.
         ÒAlright,Ó Mark answered.  He swallowed.  He would be getting out 
into the moonlit night without any clothes.  He was bare as a jaybird and 
despite his pride in his erection he did not exactly relish exposing 
himself.  Nonetheless, despite his misgivings, he opened the door.  He 
expected people to be waiting, but there were none.  There were just the 
silent trees, standing tall like his erection.  Mark stood and found that his 
feet were standing in warm, dew wettened grass.  He liked the feel of it 
on the soles of his feet and between his toes.  It reminded him of the girls.  
He stepped away from the car.  He flexed his arms, his chest.  He stamped 
his feet once in the grass and felt his balls bounce and his hard, erect 
prick wobble.  He was tense, yet relaxed.  He felt great.  Kelli emerged 
wide-eyed from the limo.  Mark gazed at the silvery moonlight on her 
white breasts.  How lovely she looked!  Like Venus emerging from the sea, 
at night, except it was not a black sea the girl was rising from, but a 
black limo.  And she wore nipple clamps, which Venus had never worn.  The 
tassels dangled and danced as Kelli stepped from the car.  Amanda 
followed.  She was uncertain, yet excited, as was her niece.  Her gorgeous 
bosom reflected the moonlight and the clamps on her nipples jangled like 
wicked treasures.  Patrick came last, still wearing his swimsuit.  It 
looked like it had a banana stuffed into the front of it.
         ÒThe air feels great on my dick,Ó Mark said to Patrick.
         ÒA master does not undress in front of his slaves,Ó Patrick 
answered.
         ÒAre we really going to be whipped here?Ó Kelli asked suddenly, 
looking around at the dark trees.
         ÒNot for three days,Ó Patrick answered.
         ÒPerhaps he can be dissuaded,Ó Amanda said quietly to her niece.  
She patted the girlÕs head.  Kelli wrinkled her nose and batted away her 
auntÕs hands.  Patrick smiled.  His ploy had worked.  By indulging the girls, 
by sparing Kelli MarkÕs penis, he had eased their fears.  But he would be 
fearless on the fourth day.
         ÒLetÕs go inside,Ó Patrick said.  He reached for both girls bottoms.  
He cupped them.  They were warm and soft.  Each girl emitted a soft 
ÒOooh!Ó when she felt PatrickÕs hand but she did not pull away, except 
reflexively.  Each one let herself settle into him again when his palms, 
following behind, caught them again on their asses.
         As well they might have, for there was no place to go, as far as the 
girls could see.  There were just trees, and Mark looked quizzically at 
Patrick as the man hustled the two girls forward, into the seemingly 
endless forest.  Mark followed, his dick wobbling, wishing for all the 
world that he had something, (anything!) to wear.
         They followed a small path between the trees.  Curiously, the grass 
under their feet felt trimmed, as if by a mower.  Emerging on the far side 
of a thick stand of trees they saw a house.  
         ÒOooh!Ó the girls gasped.  The house looked big and luxurious.  It sat 
among the trees of the forest at the edge of a long, dark lawn.  The blades 
of grass on the lawn turned silver as the moon, emerging from behind 
some clouds, cast its glow once more from the sky.
         They walked under the stars, under the fullness of the moon, across 
the dark wet lawn.  In front of them stood the house, and they approached 
it with reservations.  Amanda felt aroused, but she was afraid for her 
little niece.  She wanted every consideration given to the girlÕs youth and 
inexperience.  She did not want to have her misused.  As for herself, she 
felt bold.  She did not wish to be used badly but at the same time she did 
not want to retain complete control over herself.  She wished to 
surrender, under the right circumstances, to the right man.  Mark had 
somewhat different feelings.  He was not so much concerned with being 
improperly used as in finding himself unusable.  After all, his most 
important asset was obvious, and after several spurts it would be much 
less than it was now.  He hoped to last through whatever pleasures 
awaited him.  He did not want to lose himself prematurely.  Patrick was 
not concerned with being mishandled, or with finding himself useless.  His 
skill was in his wrist, and in his ability to command.  His worry was that 
the girls would want too much, and not be given it, or want less than he 
desired to give them, and feel abused.
         And so the four, thinking their separate thoughts, reached the house.  
There were steps leading up to the front door and they mounted them.  
Patrick felt the girlsÕ naked bottoms wobbling in his palms as he guided 
them up the steps.  The clamps on their tits glittered in the moonlight, the 
small tassels on them jangling alluringly.  As for Mark, his big penis 
wobbled with extra vigor as he mounted the steps, causing him to blush.  
When the group reached the landing at the top of the steps Kelli broke 
from PatrickÕs grasp.
         ÒI want to ring the doorbell!Ó Kelli cried.  She ran to it and pressed 
it.  Somewhere inside it perhaps rang, but Kelli did not hear it.  So she 
pressed it again.  Still there was no sound.  She pressed a third time.
         Suddenly the front door flew open.
         ÒWho in GodÕs name keeps ringing the bell?Ó a young woman asked.  
She stuck her head out, followed by the rest of herself, and Mark found 
himself instantly smitten.
         She was gorgeous.  Unlike Kelli and Amanda, who had blonde hair, 
this girlÕs hair was dark.  It was as dark as the trees surrounding the 
house.  A breeze caught it and it ruffled slightly.  She looked at MarkÕs 
nakedness and she asked, as her eyes fell on his penis, ÒDo you have to go 
to the bathroom?Ó
         ÒUh, no,Ó Mark answered.
         ÒOh,Ó she said.  She lifted a finger.  She twirled it in her hair.  ÒAh, 
hello Patrick.  I didnÕt see you,Ó she said.  ÒHave you found some new 
friends?Ó
         ÒYes,Ó Patrick answered.  He pressed his palm warmly against 
AmandaÕs bare ass.  ÒLetÕs go inside,Ó he said.


                                     Nothing but pain.
                                      by Will Dockery


         No sea deep enough,
         no dark black enough.
         No death painless,
         no ressurection coming.
         Open myself up,
         I see twisted roots.
         What has happened,
         what will happen,
         down to the end,
         and down deeper.
         No sea black enough,
         no dark deep enough.
         Sleep not final,
         dreams to awake,
         to this terrible lie.
         I know. Nothing but pain.
         Darkness and pain.
         I know.
         On and on it remains,
         it's all so simple,
         nothing but a grim heart.

         -Will Dockery


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