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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
TORRID TWEENS
Chapter Three
One thing was certain: he didnÕt want to have to go pick her up. Her
mother wasnÕt going to be home, she was going on a weekend ski trip with
some newfound boyfriend, but still he was superstitious about going to
LaurieÕs house. Her mother hadnÕt been expected to be home on that
previous afternoon, when heÕd visited her and found her in her Sunday
School best, but sheÕd shown up at the house anyway. He didnÕt want to
put on another naked display for the neighbors. They might see it this
time.
He sent Cindy to get her. She was proving to be a marvelous woman,
even if she had insisted on whipping his ass. He liked her complicity with
his desire to pop LaurieÕs cherry. He had expected her to be resentful
when he told her of his love for the girl. But sheÕd only nodded, and said
that an older man had popped her, a decade ago. Thanks to him, apparently,
she was willing to work together with Steve to get Laurie to the party.
However she had added one condition: at SteveÕs convenience, she wanted
to introduce him to the joys of anal sex. As the recipient. Steve had
shuddered at that, but agreed, perhaps overly hastily, he thought now, as
he drove to pick up Brittney. Oh well, that was another dayÕs problem.
Who could say that after the party he might not change his address or his
phone, or move somewhere else? Cindy was fun in bed, despite his fears
of emasculation at the hands of women that heÕd had for so many years.
But she was a woman, not a girl. He only cared about girls, and Cindy
could go fuck herself, for all he cared, once the party was over and heÕd
straightened out how to meet his two little cherry girls on a regular
basis.
Which brought up another problem: how would he break the news to
Brittney that heÕd had the great fortune of finding another girl her own
age, another hot babe who wanted to cease being a virgin? He was pretty
sure Brittney knew heÕd had other girls, but that had been before, when
sheÕd been a relatively sexless eleven, or nine, or seven years old. Now
that she was 13, and growing fast into womanhood, he got the feeling she
expected to have him all to herself. Indeed, he had expected it too: how
was he to know that heÕd seduce two girls in the space of a week?
Steve pulled up in front of BrittneyÕs house. He checked his watch,
pushing the small light button that lit up the dial. Nervously he watched
as a light in the homeÕs front room came on. He was less superstitious
about this trip and yet somehow more so: Brittney seemed highly reliable,
a sweet young thing who hadnÕt gotten him in any trouble. But the
circumstances were tight: sheÕd convinced her parents that she was going
to a sleepover, and that his corvette was coming to pick her up. As
circumstances would have it, a friend of their family owned a corvette. It
was blue and his was red, but who would see in the darkness? Well, her
mother or father might, but then again they might not, and Brittney was
sure they wouldnÕt.
The front door opened. Steve felt sweat break out on his forehead.
Brittney appeared. She was dressed, he saw in the glow from their porch
light, like an Indian. She wore a headband, a little fringed vest, a fringed
miniskirt and boots. She turned. She seemed to speak to someone behind
her. Then she was out the door, skipping rapidly down the sidewalk
towards him. He realized she was trying to be quick and yet nonchalant:
it didnÕt really work, she looked nervous and rushed. But she reached his
car door and he already had it unlocked and partly open for her. He had
black tape over the light in the ceiling of his car. He didnÕt need his face
illuminated. The girl fumbled into the carÕs darkness, gave him a quick
smile, or he thought she did, it was hard to tell.
ÒDid your mom see?Ó he whispered to her.
ÒStep on it,Ó she growled in her girlÕs high-pitched voice. She
slammed the car door shut behind her, struggling a little with it because
it was a big door and her physique was small. He hit the gas. As he pulled
away from the curb, careful not to make the tires squeal, yet moving as
fast as he could, he saw a curtain in her homeÕs front window pushed back.
A face stared out, or he thought it did, he had to look forward to avoid
hitting an oncoming car. The vehicle flashed past. He looked back and saw
that thanks to a bend in the street they were already out of sight of her
house.
ÒHow did things go?Ó Steve asked.
ÒOkay,Ó Brittney breathed. ÒMom thinks youÕre Mrs. Wellington.Ó
ÒYou look like youÕre going to the Battle of the Little Bighorn or
something.Ó
ÒHuh?Ó
ÒAn Indian fight. Custer versus the Indians.Ó
ÒOh. I looked up how girls in the 60Õs dressed.Ó She reached up and
adjusted her headband. ÒI thought you might like it.Ó
ÒHmmm. My own personal 60Õs Indian in the year 2001. Not bad.Ó
ÒThanks.Ó
Steve looked at her in the glow of a passing streetlight. He saw that
her fringed dress was slit up the side. She caught sight of him looking at
her and seemed to smile again, though by now the interior of his car was
again dark. She raised her skirt, showing him her thigh, which he couldnÕt
really see in the darkness. He felt a lump appear in his pants. His
forehead cooled. They were out of danger. The enjoyment was starting.
He gulped. There was still one more hurdle.
ÒYou know there will be other people present at the party,Ó he said
to Brittney.
ÒYes. Of course.Ó
ÒOne of them might be your age.Ó
ÒOh really?Ó
ÒYes really. I know her too. I met her this past week. I hope you
donÕt mind if I introduce you to her as my friend.Ó
ÒNo. I donÕt mind. YouÕre a handsome guy,Ó she said to him, and her
smile seemed to broaden. Girlishly, she lifted the front of her skirt even
higher. His mouth began to feel dry. Were her panties exposed, he
wondered? He looked over at her again and wished he could see.
ÒDonÕt do that,Ó he said to her in a half-scolding voice. Her
enthusiasm for him was making his penis hurt in his pants.
ÒAre you hard?Ó she whispered. She reached over to him. She felt
his groin.
ÒIÕm driving!Ó
ÒYou ARE hard! Goodie!Ó she sighed, making the car veer as she
squeezed him.
ÒDonÕt get us in an accident! The police wonÕt think IÕm Mrs.
whoever-you-said-I-was.Ó
ÒMrs. Wellington.Ó
ÒIÕll have to say I was taking you to a play or something, in that
Indian outfit.Ó
ÒJust say youÕre my dad.Ó
ÒWith a big lump in my pants.Ó
ÒYou love your daughter very much.Ó She giggled. She wasnÕt
squeezing him anymore. SheÕd fallen back into her seat and was opening
something.
ÒWhatÕs that?Ó
ÒLaffy Taffy. Want some?Ó
ÒNo. IÕll get it all over the steering wheel.Ó
ÒYouÕll get all sticky!Ó she hissed, and giggled.
ÒI think IÕm already sticky.Ó
ÒI know.Ó
ÒAnd IÕm going to get you all sticky before the nightÕs over.Ó
ÒDonÕt get your hopes up.Ó
ÒOh, now youÕre playing hard to get.Ó
ÒGirls run hot and cold. IÕd think youÕd know that. How old are you?Ó
ÒUm, forty.Ó
ÒWell, whatever age you are.Ó
ÒForty!Ó
ÒHow many years is that?Ó
ÒItÕs forty years.Ó
ÒForty!Ó She was chewing the Laffy Taffy now, and it was distorting
her voice.
ÒForrwy. ThaÕs a lot. IÕm only 13.Ó
ÒI know. I thought you were 14, though, with those big tits youÕve
got.Ó
ÒUmmmm. Maybe I should say IÕm 14, if people think I am.Ó
ÒI think you could tell them youÕre Dolly PartonÕs daughter.Ó
ÒWhoÕs that?Ó
ÒUh, some woman from the 70Õs and the 60Õs. Famous for her tits.Ó
ÒI want to be famous for my tits too.Ó
ÒYou probably already are. There are probably a dozen men on your
street that you donÕt even know who watch you go to school every day.Ó
ÒReally?Ó
He wished he hadnÕt brought up the subject. It sounded rather seedy.
ÒI donÕt know. YouÕve got big ones, though, and I like them. Other
guys probably do too.Ó
ÒMen. All they think about is a girlÕs bosoms.Ó
ÒYou seem fairly attached to my groin.Ó
ÒWell itÕs sticking up!Ó She pointed with a finger sticky with taffy.
She laughed.
ÒYours are sticking out.Ó
ÒAnd weÕll both be sticky, soon. Uck. I need to get this taffy off my
hands. People will think IÕm a little girl if I show up with taffy all over
me. Can you stop at the mall so I can go use the bathroom?Ó
ÒIÕd rather drive right there.Ó
ÒNo. I have to wash.Ó
He felt exasperated. ÒWhy did you have to open that taffy anyway?Ó
ÒI was hungry.Ó
ÒYou should have eaten your dinner.Ó
ÒI was hungry. Stop at the mall.Ó
ÒOkay. But if anyone asks, IÕm your dad. Okay?Ó
ÒOkay.Ó She looked at him in the dark. ÒYouÕre a cute dad,Ó she said.
He realized that the lump in his pants wasnÕt going to go away. ÒOn
second thought, let me just wait in the car. IÕll pull close. You can run
inside by yourself.Ó
ÒNo. You come with me.Ó
ÒI probably will by the end of the night. But right now IÕve got a
hard-on.Ó
ÒOh. Well put your hand in front of yourself or something.Ó
In the event, at the mall, he carried a shopping bag in front of
himself as he walked her to the bathroom. He got the bag out of the trunk
of his car. There was nothing in it, but it kept people from seeing his
erection. He waited rather awkwardly outside the womenÕs bathroom
while she went in and used it. Then it was back to their car, him hurrying
her along, she tardily wanting to look at the things on display.
ÒOh! ThereÕs Mary. LetÕs go say high to my friend Mary,Ó she said
suddenly, in Weinstocks, by the makeup counter.
ÒWe canÕt. Your mother thinks youÕre with Mrs. whoever-you-said-I-
am.Ó
ÒOh. Yeah. Mrs. Wellington.Ó She gazed up at him. ÒI guess you donÕt
look like her. Just your car.Ó Mary turned toward them. He ducked, pulling
her down with him.
ÒCÕmon! She might see us!Ó he hissed to her, feeling silly, and no
doubt making something of a display on the storeÕs security cameras.
Suddenly he felt 12, a boy playing hide-and-seek at the mall. It was fun,
but it was worrisome too. Someone might ask what they were up to.
Brittney understood, at last, as the ducked down, however, that they were
in an awkward position. It might have been fun for them to window shop.
He would have enjoyed treating her to some things, especially sexy
underwear or something. But they couldnÕt. The society was too strict,
too suspicious. It would only take one question from one person, like
Mary, to blow their whole relationship. Together they hurried back to his
car, hand-in-hand. For a moment he wished they could just be together,
with no party to go to, just someplace safe to fool around and enjoy each
other. But as they got to his car Brittney said, as he unlocked her door and
let her in,
ÒDid O wear clothes from the 60Õs?Ó
ÒNo. From the 70Õs.Ó
ÒOh. I want to be just like O.Ó
ÒWell, you look great. DonÕt worry about it.Ó She lifted up her skirt.
From the carÕs bucket seat she showed him her lovely white thighs. An
overhead parking lot lamp glowed down on them, his shadow falling over
her, as did the shadow made by the roof of his car, but he still able to see
her loveliness. She lifted her slitted skirt higher. He saw her panties.
The gusset, that covered her virgin slit, and then yet more, the upper part
too, that hugged her waist.
ÒDonÕt do that. A camera or something might see,Ó he said to her. He
drank in a brief view of her beauty and then shut the car door on her. He
went around to the other side of his car. He got in, scanning the parking
lot for security cameras. He saw none, but that didnÕt mean they were
there. He shoved his empty paper bag back behind his seat.
ÒAny other stops?Ó he asked her.
ÒWe could stop at McDonaldÕs,Ó she said.
ÒI think there might be something to eat at the party,Ó he told her.
ÒUsually those sorts of things have stuff to eat.Ó
ÒOh. Okay. But I donÕt want yuppie food or anything. ThatÕs what my
mom fixed for dinner tonight. Quiche, I think it was called. It tasted
awful. It had spinach in it!Ó
ÒMaybe theyÕll have lollipops or something.Ó
ÒThat would be okay.Ó
Brenda looked down at the magazine lying on her nightstand. It was
Fortune, and on the back was an ad for a Patek Philippe watch. It showed a
lovely, slender young woman, putting on her shoe, and the copy across her
photo read: ÒWho will you be in the next 24 hours?Ó
ÒHow appropriate,Ó Brenda thought to herself. She had just slipped
on a silky black bra which completely lacked cups. It was for decoration
only, outlining her breasts with circles of lace, making them into a jiggly
white show. As Brenda reached back and secured the clasp on the bra, she
wondered who she would be. Not the quiet young thing she was during the
day, that was for sure. She turned and looked at herself in a mirror. Her
breasts were lovely and uptilted, their nudity now emphasized by the bra.
She was sexy, she wiggled and watched her breasts bounce. How the guys
at work would love to see her in this little number! Sometimes she was
paid attention to but sometimes she was ignored too, with her hair pinned
up efficiently and her calculator in her blouse pocket along with too many
pens. Sometimes she liked nerdy encumbrances, they made her less of a
sex object. But now she wanted to be sexual, in the privacy of JaniceÕs
home, with herself and her husband and the handful of guests she knew
would be there. Janice had warned her that she had something
Òdelightfully wickedÓ in store for her, and the curiosity Brenda felt about
it was killing her. She walked to her dresser, feeling the hinds of her
bottom move. She felt perfectly luxurious at the moment, if just a little
tense. The air of her bedroom was cool on her ass. She felt slightly wet,
her eagerness for the evening. By morning she knew things would be
totally different. She would be exhausted, an absolute wreck. Her hair
that sheÕd spent all afternoon at the hairdresserÕs getting just right would
be coated and caked with menÕs lust. She would be full, in her belly, in her
tummy, her hands would be slick with menÕs seed. She would even, she
guessed have sperm up her ass! The thought made her tighten herself, in
back, feeling the fat of her bottom squeeze in on itself. Tomorrow it
would hurt when she did that, she realized. She would be sore on the
surface of her silky cheeks and up inside them too, where the men would
have forced themselves to fuck her. But that still didnÕt tell her who she
would be: submissive slave, or outrageous whore? The life of the party or
some little minx locked in a cage? What exactly would she suffer, and
how would it shape her? How would it make the others view her? Each
time it had been a little different, and she had felt different about it
afterward. She had no real control over the thing, and the thought both
excited and scared her. Janice and the others would decide who she was,
and once theyÕd chosen a part for her they would make her play it. To the
hilt, uncompromisingly. Brenda shivered. She opened the top drawer of
her dresser. She selected, under her more conservative underwear, a pair
of panties with little bows on the gusset. She had at least a little
discretion in how she presented herself. Tonight she would let them untie
her pussy, like a small present. She smiled. She slipped the panties up
her legs. They were tight, especially across the lips of her cunt. She
thrust her hips forward and turned and looked at herself again in the
mirror. Reaching awkwardly down, between her legs, she untied the little
bows across her cunt. Then she retied them, more tightly, so that when
she turned and walked the tightness of her panties, rubbing against her
lips, made her gasp. Yes. She would be both whore and victim, a victim of
her own panties! The men would get a kick out of that. Janice would
admire her boldness. Now that sheÕd arrayed herself in the sexiest
underwear she could find, she would put on more modest outerware. She
didnÕt want to appear too forward. Let them guess at what she had on
underneath, and why she gasped when she walked. It would be a mystery;
they would have to unravel it.
Cindy pulled up in front of the house. She found the house number in
the glow of a lamp standing in the front yard, partly hidden behind the
shadow of a tree. She reached over and picked up a paper lying in the
empty side seat of her car. She looked at the number: Ò698Ó. She
compared it to the one on the house. Yes, this was the place. It was
modest and unassuming, looking like just the sort of place Steve had
described: a busy mother, an absent father, nobody doing much to care for
the yard. Lightly she tapped her car horn. She didnÕt see the motherÕs blue
Honda in the driveway. Hopefully, that meant the woman had already left
on her ski weekend, leaving her daughter alone. Cindy saw someone draw
back the shade covering a window set in the door. A face peeped out: the
mother, or the girl? Cindy waited. She was a woman, she had no reason to
be nervous. A quick excuse that sheÕd come to the wrong house would let
her slip out of trouble. These days, everyone trusted women, nobody
trusted men. It was a nice turn of affairs.
Cindy glanced up at herself in her rearview mirror. By the ample
light of a streetlamp, glowing down over her car, she checked her hair.
She wanted to look her best, even for this little teen. She was not averse
to having an affair with a woman, and sheÕd heard the girl was cute. An
affair wasnÕt something she sought out, but if the girl settled into her lap
at the party, or something, she wanted to feel admired by her. SheÕd been
to bed with Janice and the thought of bedding a 13-year-old was exciting.
Of course, all the men would probably be after her tail, but perhaps that
would increase her likelihood of seeking a womanÕs comfort. A vision of
the two of them, breasts to breasts and belly to belly, hands eagerly
groping, flashed through CindyÕs mind. Yes, there were worse ways to
spend an evening than with a curious little teen. Everything would be new
and fresh for her, Cindy guessed. First kiss, first taste of a womanÕs cunt,
first nourishing suck of breasts that were not her motherÕs. Cindy sighed.
She hoped she was deliciously pretty, it would be a delight for the two of
them to retreat to a room and slip into bed. Perhaps a man would find
them and join them, the two of them letting his rudeness interfere, or
perhaps not, it would be their choice, in most situations. It depended a
little on what role Cindy would be asked to play. Sometimes she was
given the freedom to roam, to seek her pleasure where she might. At other
times sheÕd been the one everyone wished to see as the victim. Well, she
would keep her head up and her eyes open tonight, if she could, and she
just might parlay this pick-up for Steve into an assignation of her own.
The front door opened. Cindy felt her breath catch. This was the
moment: would the girl appear, her mother, or someone else? Would she
be worth CindyÕs trouble or not? A head poked out. Cindy saw long blonde
hair, drawn into pigtails. A moment later a girl darted out. She shut the
front door behind her and hurried down the walk with overgrown grass on
either side of it. Cindy sighed. She was adorable! She had lovely long
pigtails that swung and bounced as she ran. She wore a fancy blouse, with
a white bow at the neck. She had a little black jacket buttoned over it,
with a matching black dress. She looked like she was going to address a
school commencement or something, with long white stockings pulled up
to her knees and black polished shoes. Obviously, the girl had never been
to a sex party before. Cindy smiled at her naivete. The girl reached the
car and Cindy pressed a button on her car door which unlocked the side
door as well. The girl peered through the side doorÕs window. Cindy
beckoned to her with a wave of her hand.
ÒHi! Are you Cindy?Ó the girl asked breathlessly, opening the car
door.
ÒYes. Get in,Ó Cindy answered.
ÒMy mom went skiing,Ó Laurie said. She hopped into the seat beside
Cindy, then shut the car door. Cindy, her car engine still running, pulled
away from the curb. It was all silent, smooth, soundless, except for the
quick beep of her horn that sheÕd given a minute before. And now they
were off! With nobody knowing, and the girl beside her looking delicious
enough to eat.
ÒSo youÕre Laurie?Ó Cindy asked.
ÒYes,Ó the blonde teen answered.
ÒWhat grade are you in, Laurie?Ó
ÒSeventh.Ó
ÒMy. I remember seventh grade, I think.Ó
ÒItÕs awful. We get too much homework.Ó
ÒWell, you wonÕt have to worry about homework tonight.Ó
ÒGood.Ó Laurie paused, watched the homes of her neighborhood glide
by, becoming less familiar as they got farther from her house. After a
momentÕs silence, as if done observing the passing away of her childhood,
Laurie asked, ÒWill there be many people at the party?Ó
ÒNot many,Ó Cindy said.
ÒWill Steve be there?Ó
ÒYes.Ó Laurie twisted her hands together.
ÒWhat are we going to do there?Ó Laurie asked.
ÒOh, fuck.Ó Cindy said. She looked at the girl and laughed. The
blonde teen broke into laughter and put her hands in her lap.
ÒIÕve never done that before,Ó Laurie confessed.
ÒI know,Ó Cindy said. ÒDonÕt worry. I remember my first time. It
hurt, but it was worth it.Ó
ÒSteve and I tried to do it the other day,Ó Laurie said. ÒWe had wine
and everything, and then we went into my bedroom and we undressed. But
just then my mom came home.Ó
ÒBummer,Ó Cindy said.
ÒI know. I had to rub myself after he left,Ó Laurie said.
ÒWell tonight you wonÕt have to rub yourself,Ó Cindy said. She
smiled at the girl.
ÒHow many men will be there?Ó Laurie asked, her voice showing a
strain of nervousness.
ÒIÕm not sure. JaniceÕs husband, for one. ThatÕs the woman who
owns the house. HeÕs a cool guy. Nice butt.Ó Laurie broke into giggles.
Cindy joined her and then added, ÒHeÕs a house painter.Ó
ÒOh,Ó Laurie said. ÒSteveÕs a photographer.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Cindy said. ÒDo you like him?Ó
ÒHeÕs cute,Ó Cindy said. ÒWhen he first came up to me in the park I
thought he was too old, like a stranger, you know? But then I started
liking him. Now I like him a lot.Ó
ÒI guess so, if youÕre going to let him take your virginity.Ó
ÒOh, I donÕt mind. I want to lose it. Like I said, at first I didnÕt like
him, but then I thought, ÔWow, cool. HeÕs a grown man. He likes me. And
heÕs really nice. I think IÕll pick him to pop my cherry.ÕÓ
ÒHeÕs as good as anyone, I suppose,Ó Cindy said. ÒI admit heÕs cute.Ó
ÒYes! But how much will it hurt to get my cherry popped?Ó Laurie
asked.
ÒOh, not too much. ThereÕs a little bleeding, thatÕs all.Ó
ÒYes IÕve heard of that,Ó Laurie said. ÒMy friend Veronica got her
cherry popped last month, by the paperboy, and she said it was like that.Ó
Cindy laughed.
ÒSo the paperboy did her, eh? WhatÕs he like?Ó
ÒHeÕs 16,Ó Cindy said. ÒI was going to pick him to pop my cherry but
then when I met Steve I thought, ÔIÕll bet I can outdo Veronica. She only
got a guy whoÕs 16, but IÕve got a guy whoÕs a real photographer and
everything!ÕÓ
ÒSounds like a deal,Ó Cindy said. She looked over at the little blonde.
With a subversive grin she said, ÒI whipped SteveÕs ass earlier this week.Ó
ÒWhat?Ó
ÒNo kidding.Ó
ÒWow!Ó Laurie broke into giggles again. When she stopped laughing
she asked, ÒWhat did you do, get into a fight with him?Ó
ÒNo, I used a whip.Ó
ÒA whip?!Ó
ÒHe let me tie him up. I could never have done him if he hadnÕt let
me, heÕs too strong.Ó
ÒGosh.Ó
ÒBut I really enjoyed whaling that cute little behind of his. He
would tighten it and then I would whack it and he would tighten it even
more, straining, you know? I made him spurt himself on the bed.Ó
ÒHe wet your bed?Ó
ÒNo, silly. He shot off. His sperm. It wasnÕt his fault. He was lying
on that big penis of his and the whip was making him grind it into the
sheets.Ó
ÒYes! He has a very big one!Ó Laurie said. ÒThatÕs another thing I
like about him. HeÕs bigger than the paperboy!Ó
ÒYou saw the paperboy too?Ó
ÒI was going to let him pop my cherry.Ó
ÒNevermind. DonÕt tell me.Ó
ÒIÕve seen four guysÕ penises,Ó Laurie said. ÒSteve, the paperboy,
Chuckie who hangs out by the treehouse and my uncle Harry. IÕm becoming
a penis expert!Ó Laurie boasted.
ÒWell youÕll see several more tonight,Ó Cindy said.
ÒGood. I like seeing penises,Ó Laurie said. She looked at Cindy. ÒI
sort of wish I had one, sometimes, the way they stick out and all. Instead
I have breasts.Ó
ÒYes.Ó
ÒChuckie sticks his penis out the treehouse window and wets on
stuff down below. Once he almost wet on me!Ó
ÒOh, my.Ó
ÒI pulled up my shirt and stuck my breasts out the window of the
treehouse. Chuckie liked that! But I couldnÕt wet on anything down
below.Ó
ÒHave you ever done anything with a girl?Ó Cindy asked Laurie.
ÒHuh?Ó
ÒYou know. Fooled around. Like youÕve fooled around with boys,
showing yourself, letting them see you and seeing what theyÕve got,Ó
Cindy said.
ÒNoooo,Ó Laurie answered.
ÒI have,Ó Cindy said, and tried to sound smug saying it, as if it were
a special secret that she might choose not to share.
ÒWhat was it like?Ó Laurie asked with a sudden breathlessness.
ÒIt was fun,Ó Cindy said. ÒWe got undressed and went to bed. Like
you and Steve.Ó Laurie was staring wide-eyed at Cindy now. Twisting her
hands together again, she said,
ÒBut there wasnÕt-- there wasnÕt any penis!Ó
ÒI know,Ó Cindy said. ÒActually we had a fake one. We used that to
satisfy ourselves.Ó
ÒOh. My mom has one of those. I found it one day in her bedroom.Ó
Laurie broke into giggles again. ÒI turned it on and it buzzed but then I
couldnÕt get it off again. I got in trouble when my mom came home.Ó
ÒNot too much trouble, I hope?Ó
ÒNo. She had a guy with her,Ó Laurie said. ÒMaybe she would have
been angrier if he wasnÕt there but, with him there, she was mostly just
embarrassed. Later she told me to never touch it again.Ó
ÒHave you?Ó Cindy asked.
ÒNo. She hid it someplace else. I havenÕt found it yet.Ó
ÒWell what would you say tonight if a woman, like, wanted to share
you, along with Steve?Ó Cindy asked the girl.
ÒIÕd tell her she canÕt. She doesnÕt have a penis,Ó Laurie answered.
ÒBut what if she just wished to kiss you?Ó Cindy asked.
ÒKiss me? Do you think someone might?Ó Laurie answered.
ÒSomeone might,Ó Cindy said.
ÒYou mean like my aunt?Ó Laurie asked.
ÒWell, yes, for starters,Ó Cindy answered.
ÒI suppose it would be alright,Ó Laurie said.
ÒWould you go to bed with her?Ó
ÒIf I was sleepy,Ó Laurie said.
Cindy smiled. Somehow the girl had managed to elude the essence of
the matter. Cindy decided not to press her. The time would come, later in
the evening, when she might get a chance to have the girl to herself. No
use putting her into the wrong mood for it by rushing her about it right
now. Cindy looked over at the teen.
ÒAre you nervous?Ó she asked the girl.
ÒA little,Ó Laurie confessed.
ÒDonÕt be. Everyone will be very nice. Even me.Ó
ÒI already think youÕre nice,Ó Laurie said.
They arrived at the house. It was nothing short of a mansion, a big
Tudor number set well back from the street, with large evergreens in
front and a well-kept lawn, all of it surrounded by a stone wall. Cindy
pulled into a little alcove formed by the wall. She rolled down her car
window and, as Laurie stared at the closed wrought iron gate in front of
them, Cindy spoke into an intercom box built along the side of the alcoved
drive. A womanÕs voice replied. There was a buzzing sound and then, to a
gasp from Laurie, the gate in front of them began to open.
ÒWow, these people are rich! Like Bethany Bridges,Ó Laurie said.
ÒThey like their privacy,Ó Cindy said. She scooted her car forward,
through the just-opened gate. The driveway that they had begun to enter,
before being blocked by the gate, now spread out in its entirety before
them. Laurie looked back and saw the gate closing behind them, blocking
the alcove again, making it an alcove once more.
ÒAre we going to be locked in?Ó Laurie asked.
ÒNot really. We can leave whenever we wish,Ó Cindy said. It wasnÕt
quite true. They would need JaniceÕs permission, and that wasnÕt always
readily available. But she figured the girl needed to be encouraged, not
given reasons for being afraid. So she said, ÒAnd donÕt worry. Steve will
be here.Ó
ÒOh, yes!Ó Laurie said. ÒI suppose I wonÕt want to leave until he
does.Ó Cindy stopped her car in front of the garage. There was another car
already present, beside hers, and Laurie, seeing it, recognized it at once.
ÒOh! SteveÕs here!Ó Laurie said.
ÒMmmm. Good,Ó Cindy answered. She shut off the engine and got out.
For some reason Laurie couldnÕt get her door open and so Cindy came
around and opened it for her. The girl got out, and impulsively clasped
CindyÕs hand. The young woman smiled. She led Laurie up to the house.
They rang the doorbell, Cindy once and then Laurie once, because she liked
the sound of the bell and wanted to hear it again. The front door opened,
even as the bell was still sounding the second time.
ÒMy! You two must be eager beavers!Ó a pretty woman of about 30
said.
ÒShe wanted to hear it,Ó Cindy smiled.
ÒYou have a pretty one,Ó Laurie said, as the chimes of the bell died
away.
ÒWell, you must be Laurie,Ó Janice smiled. She was dressed all in
black, with a high black collar and gloves. But there was such a beaming
smile on her face that Laurie smiled broadly back at her. The woman
ushered both of her new guests in. The door closed behind them, and a
moment later they were all sitting together in a parlor, when the bell rang
again and Janice left them to go let in Brenda.
ÒWow. Cool. I didnÕt know there was going to be someone my own
age here,Ó Laurie said, after introductions had been made, to Brittney.
Steve had wisely placed the girl next to Bob, not himself, so as to ease the
two girls into getting acquainted. The last thing he needed was for the
two teens to be jealous of each other, leaving him with neither, and
possibly wrecking the party.
ÒIÕve heard about you. YouÕre SteveÕs friend,Ó Brittney said.
ÒYes!Ó Laurie said.
ÒWell IÕm his friend too, but I think we can be friends, donÕt you?Ó
Brittney asked. Steve smiled to himself, listening. Brittney was a really
cool girl. Laurie struck him as a bit of a flake, less adult than the other
girl, but with BrittneyÕs help, and CindyÕs, not to mention that of the
others present, this amazing coincidence of knowing two teens at once
just might work out.
ÒYes. We can be friends,Ó Laurie said. She plopped down on the sofa
where Brittney was sitting, and smiled at the girl. It was a sheepish
smile, one of someone in new surroundings. Brittney, more confident for
having spent the last 20 minutes in the house, smiled back. Janice came
into the room, Brenda in tow, and laughed that Bob, sitting on the couch,
now had two girlfriends.
ÒYouÕre going to be busy tonight, dear,Ó Janice said to her husband.
ÒI think weÕll all be,Ó Bob answered.
Drinks were served. Soon the girls, Brittney and Laurie, were both
tipsy. Alcohol was something they were fairly inexperienced with and
Steve felt a little guilty, but relieved too, when both girls broke into
giggles. Now things would be easier. The jealousies, or rivalries, that
might have broken out between them seemed to have passed on by. Janice
caught BobÕs eye. Steve saw the man nod. She looked at Cindy. The woman
noticed and responded with a smile. Janice looked next at Brenda, but the
young woman, busy talking with Brittney about boys at her school, didnÕt
notice. Finally Janice looked at Steve. Her eyes fell to his groin, which
was lumpily visible in his pants. Steve looked at Bob and saw that the
man was getting an erection, similar to his own. By now both Brittney and
Laurie were used to SteveÕs erections but Laurie, on seeing Bob become
hard, exclaimed,
ÒOh! YouÕre growing!Ó
ÒYes. WeÕve come to a time when everyone should feel free to be
excited,Ó Janice said, as Laurie and Brittney giggled, and Laurie reached
out and touched BobÕs newfound lump with her finger.
ÒI wish I had one of those,Ó Laurie said.
ÒYou have other charms, my dear, and itÕs time that we all showed
them,Ó Janice said. ÒWe will proceed to a small dinner in the next room.
The maid should have put it out by now. SheÕs from Mexico, and very
discreet. She speaks not a word of English, so I hope you wonÕt feel
restrained in her presence. She will not be participating in our activities
this evening. She is present only to serve, nothing more, and not in the
ways we might serve each other.Ó Janice paused, to make sure that even
the two giggling girls were listening to her, which they were, despite
their robust sense of humor. Laurie stroked BobÕs erection, through the
fabric of his jeans, but looked expectantly at Janice when the woman
stopped talking. ÒVery well. We will have dinner now, but there is a rule
we all must observe,Ó Janice said. ÒWe have gathered to enjoy ourselves
this evening and I can think of no better way to do it than this: we will
each strip, from the waist down, so that we may be free in that essential
part of ourselves where we are prone to feel most excited. It must be
discreet,Ó Janice hastily added, as looks of wonder spread over the two
youngest girlsÕ faces. ÒNo touching, except with permission. Things will
remain civilized. We have two virgins present and I donÕt want to scare
them off.Ó
ÒOh! Must we undress?Ó Laurie asked. Brittney, looking surprised
but nonetheless managing to take what sheÕd heard in stride, rolled her
eyes.
ÒYes. DidnÕt you just hear?Ó Brittney asked her new friend.
ÒI just thought--Ó Laurie said. She looked at Cindy.
ÒWould you like some help?Ó the young woman asked the girl.
ÒI-- alright,Ó Laurie said. She turned her attention to Steve.
Suddenly she blurted, ÒAm I going to have my cherry popped now?Ó
ÒShhhh! We are going to have dinner,Ó Janice said. ÒWe will discuss
cherries later.Ó Steve stood up. He nodded to the girl, hoping she would
take it as a request to be quiet. She did, and Cindy glided over to her and
got her to turn around to unzip her skirt. Janice went to Steve, and smiled
and unzipped his fly.
ÒYouÕre an expert at starting things off,Ó Steve said half-
wonderously to the woman, feeling her open him up.
ÒThatÕs why I host parties,Ó Janice smiled. She felt within his
opened fly, even as he popped out, still covered in his underwear, to greet
her. ÒLetÕs get a look at this great big thing,Ó Janice said to the young
man. Steve sighed as she dug into his underwear fly flap. She pulled him
free, her fingers warm on him. He sighed more deeply.
ÒDonÕt spurt on my dress,Ó Janice said, feeling the young man quiver.
ÒIÕll try not to,Ó Steve answered. ÒYour fingers are... wonderful.Ó
ÒHmmmm. YouÕre already wetting me with pre-cum,Ó Janice said.
ÒSteveÕs penis is out! Look!Ó Laurie cried. Her own hand was on Bob
and, with his assistance, he suddenly protruded erectly into her grasp.
ÒOh my!Ó Laurie gasped, turning her attention to the bird in her hand. She
giggled. At the same moment Cindy, getting the girlÕs skirt undone, sent it
skittering down her legs. Her white pantied bottom showed, full and round
and plump, yet with narrow childish hips, still waiting to broaden to a
womanÕs childbearing girth. Brittney, with a helping hand from Bob,
stripped off her own fringed skirt, the one with the revealing slits. A
moment later her own white underwear showed. Steve marvelled at how
both girls, in their white panties, looked so pure and innocent. Brenda put
on her own show, stripping down to a black pair of panties and a lacy
cupless bra. Steve gasped at the sight of her young perfect tits. Janice
told the girl to put back on the pretty black shoes sheÕd been wearing.
Brenda obeyed, at the same time Bob told Brittney to keep on her boots.
They finished undressing, so that they all wore nothing, save for
boots or stockings or shoes, below the waist. The girlÕs white panties
were removed and laid on the couch. Brenda stripped off her black panties,
Janice slipped out of her gown to reveal a bra. Then they proceeded as a
group into the dining room. The men pointed the way with their erect
penises, their shirts hanging draped over their cocks, their asses covered
by the tails of their shirts. Steve wondered why Janice hadnÕt requested
that they simply strip altogether, but then it was a provocative sight, he
realized, to see bare-assed girls go to the table still wearing their shirts.
Brittney wore her fringed Indian vest, the fringe tickling her behind as she
walked. Laurie wore her white blouse and her black vest, the tail of her
shirt hanging down and covering the upper half of her bottom. Brenda wore
just her cupless bra, Cindy wore a lovely red bra. They reached the table
and Bob and Steve seated the girls. When Steve went to his seat, across
from BobÕs at the opposite end of the head of the table, he suddenly found
something that jarred his behind. Each seat had a cushion in it, for the
maximum in comfort, but SteveÕs had something else too.
ÒOw!Ó Steve cried, as he felt himself sit directly on the thing,
unexpectedly, so that it jammed into his asscrack. It was hard, and long.
Fortunately it was lying down, on its side, so it didnÕt penetrate him. He
reached down under himself and, to stares and then laughter from
everyone, discovered what heÕd sat himself on.
ÒItÕs a dildo!Ó Steve cried.
ÒHe sat on that thing like my mom has!Ó Laurie squealed.
ÒSorry about that,Ó Janice, sitting next to Steve, said to the young
man. But from the lack of astonishment on her face, unlike everyone
elseÕs, he wondered if sheÕd planned the whole thing. Well, it had
certainly caught him by surprise. Next time heÕd give his chair more than
a casual glance before sitting in it. Who would have thought the deep,
rich, silk-covered cushion of his chair would be hiding a big fat dildo?
They ate roast chicken, with mashed potatoes and peas. The peas
were mixed with sliced peppers and buttery mushrooms. Steve liked the
veggies but the girls only picked at theirs, preferring the chicken. For
dessert the maid brought French silk pie; there were only a few glances of
embarrassment at the womanÕs presence, she was grossly overweight but
demure, keeping her eyes lowered, though not but except once or twice to
what was being offered below the level of the table, and then only toward
the menÕs cocks. Steve was very stiff, and he guessed Bob was the same,
the two of them silently duelling at each other from opposite ends of the
table, their cocks vying for the eyes of the maid. Once Janice, bending
forward, felt across SteveÕs bare leg and touched his cock. Feeling the
womanÕs fingers on himself, in the presence of her husband, made Steve
tremble with unexpected delight. Then he saw that little Laurie, down at
BobÕs end of the table, was doing the same to him. Janice was only
responding, getting even, as it were, or keeping up. Steve resented that a
little: if the woman truly wanted him, fine. But he didnÕt want to just be
touched as the price for Bob allowing Laurie to stroke him.
When the maid had taken away their dessert plates, Brenda scooted
back her chair.
ÒDonÕt get up yet,Ó Janice said to the young woman.
ÒIÕll be back in a minute,Ó Brenda said. Steve guessed that she was
trying to intimate, politely, that she had to go use the bathroom but Janice
persisted, ÒDonÕt get up yet, dear,Ó Janice said again, her voice pleasant
but firm. Brenda gave a puzzled look and drew her chair in toward the
table again. The maid appeared. She was carrying a bottle. She set it
down in front of Brenda, by her glass of wine.
ÒDrink it. ItÕs for you,Ó Janice said to the young woman. BrendaÕs
puzzlement increased as she looked at the bottleÕs label. Laurie, gazing at
it too, read out,
ÒCastor oil.Ó
ÒUck! I had that once. It tastes awful,Ó Brittney said.
ÒWell Brenda is going to have some,Ó Janice said. ÒMixed with sugar,
of course, if she wishes.Ó Janice got up from her place at the table. She
walked around past Steve, letting her fingers trail briefly across his
shoulders. She went over to Brenda and told the girl to stand. She obeyed,
more curious than ever, and repeated that she needed to leave the room for
a moment.
ÒNo,Ó Janice said. ÒWhatever you need to do, youÕll do here.Ó
ÒBut--!Ó Brenda said, clasping her hands and giving Janice a look of
anguish.
ÒOpen your mouth,Ó Janice said to the brunette. She poured some of
the castor oil into a spoon. Brenda obeyed, though reluctantly. Into the
womanÕs open mouth Janice poured the oil. Brenda made a face but
swallowed it down. ÒOne more, but first a little sugar,Ó Janice said. She
dipped the wet spoon into a sugar bowl on the table. She gave Brenda a
spoonful of it, which the young woman, opening her mouth again,
gratefully accepted. Then it was another spoonful of castor oil, followed
by more sugar. After the second spoonful of sugar Brenda advised the girl
to have a little wine. ÒThe sugar will rot your teeth if you donÕt wash it
all down,Ó Janice said.
ÒSheÕs as bad as my mother!Ó Laurie exclaimed. But Brenda drank the
rest of the wine that was in her glass, rinsing her mouth with it before
swallowing it. Janice smiled and told her to turn around. The girl obeyed.
ÒSuch a pretty bra. But I want it off you. I want you completely
naked now, except for your shoes,Ó Janice said to the young woman. She
took off her cupless bra and laid it on the table. Then, to BobÕs
astonishment, she told her husband to get up and strip off his shirt. He
did, with help from Laurie who got up and unbuttoned it for him. When the
man was nude, Janice had him get up on the table. Everyone stared as he
stretched himself out on it. He looked like Richard Hatch, lying there,
without even shoes or socks, and certainly without underpants. His cock
stuck up stiffly, for he was lying on his back. Janice told Brenda to get up
on the table and helped her, giving her bottom a push with her hand. When
Brenda was up on the table with Bob, Janice put the two of them in a 69.
ÒBut--!Ó Janice cried, settling her white behind on JaniceÕs
husbandÕs face.
ÒYes. I know. You have to go and now youÕve got castor oil bubbling
away in your tummy,Ó Janice smiled. ÒI told you that you were in for a
wicked treat. Now bend down and suck my husband. WeÕll see which of you
lasts the longest.Ó
ÒIÕm not going to,Ó Steve said, still sitting at the end of the table.
He reached down and put his hand between his legs. He touched himself.
He couldnÕt help it; he had a perfect view of BrendaÕs fat young behind.
The girl was squatting down, most licentiously, he could not see her face
or even, as she bent lower, her back, just her jutting beautiful naked
hinds. And BobÕs head, perched beneath the girlÕs bottom. JaniceÕs
husband stuck out his tongue. Brenda gave a squeal as she felt him stab
into her cunt.
ÒOhhhh! Is she getting her cherry popped?Ó Laurie, sitting down
again, asked in amazement. She squirmed in her chair and Steve sensed
that she, like he, was putting her hand down where it counted.
ÒNo, sheÕs already had that done,Ó Janice said. ÒDonÕt play with your
pussy,Ó she scolded the girl. She looked at Brittney and saw that the
lovely brunette was doing the same. ÒGirls!Ó Janice said. ÒWe must keep
this civilized, even if we do have rather risque entertainment.Ó
ÒDonÕt pet yourself,Ó Cindy, leaning toward Laurie, said. ÒThereÕll be
time enough later for that.Ó
ÒOhhh, can I take off my shirt at least?Ó Laurie asked. She was
feeling quite frisky and she leapt up from her chair again.
ÒYes, strip if you must, but keep your fingers out of your cunt,Ó
Janice said to the girl.
ÒOh I want to undress too!Ó Brittney said. She pulled open her vest.
She flung it off, exposing an Indian-style blouse. She yanked that up over
her head, but it got stuck there, she was so excited. Steve laughed and got
up and helped the wriggling girl. His stiff cock bumped the back of her
head just as he pulled off her shirt. Impulsively she turned around in her
chair. Still wearing a pretty white bra, she popped her mouth over the end
of SteveÕs dick. He was big, stretching her mouth with the crown of his
cock, but he felt her begin to vigorously suck him.
ÒOh God!Ó Steve groaned. At the same moment Laurie squealed in
delight, watching, and Bob let out a groan of his own. Brenda was doing
him, even as he made her sigh in response with his tongue shafting her
cunt.
ÒVery good,Ó Janice told her husband and Brenda. ÒNow that youÕre
both going at it, however, let me give you a little warning. Whoever spoils
the fun first, by losing control, will be whipped.Ó
ÒWhipped?!Ó Laurie cried.
ÒNot you, silly, unless you rub yourself,Ó Cindy told the girl.
ÒMmmm! Like O in the story of O,Ó Brittney said, breaking free of
SteveÕs cock. She looked toward Brenda and Steve but, seeing no whip,
turned around again after a moment and put Steve back into her mouth.
The man sighed anew. The girlÕs mouth was a wonderful suck. He felt like
he was in heaven, and hoped to God he wasnÕt the first to cum. He still
remembered the feeling of CindyÕs whip on his ass, and the embarrassment
it had caused him.
Despite SteveÕs worries, al passed deliriously then, Steve enjoying
the virgin at his cock while Bob, on the table, was brought close to
cumming by BrendaÕs mouth. Janice superintended, smiling over them
both. Laurie began to rub herself again. This time nobody stopped her. All
eyes had turned to Bob and Brenda or, alternately, to Steve.
ÒI canÕt hold out much longer,Ó Bob gasped.
ÒNeither can she,Ó Janice said, seeing a quiver run down BrendaÕs
nude back. Suddenly the young woman gave a cry and reached behind
herself, to her bottom. She squeezed her cheeks tight. Her hands
clutching her hinds, as she lifted her head off BobÕs cock and sighed. But
it was a sigh of distress, not pleasure. ÒIÕve got to go!Ó Brenda screamed.
ÒThen go,Ó Janice answered. ÒAll is free here.Ó
ÒNo-- I have to GO!Ó Brenda said, and then gasped in anguish as Bob
brought pleasure again to her cunt, mingled with the desperation she was
feeling in her bottom.
Janice reached forward. She applied pressure to the girlÕs back,
with her hand, preventing her from rising.
ÒPut your hands back on my husbandÕs dick, where they belong,Ó
Janice told the girl. ÒSqueeze him. Make him cum in your mouth.Ó
To her great distress, giving a sob as she did so, Brenda returned her
hands to BobÕs cock. Then her grip slipped lower, to his big balls, as her
fat bottom grew as taut and tight as Steve had ever seen it.
ÒNo!Ó Brenda shouted.
ÒYes!Ó Janice, her hand still on the girlÕs back, urged.
ÒOh shit,Ó Bob managed to say, knowing what must happen next. A
moment later it did, a watery explosion of turd juice suddenly erupting
from BrendaÕs behind. The girl didnÕt reach back again, though Steve could
see that she wanted to. Instead she furiously pumped BobÕs balls, to try to
somehow make him cum as she was cumming, losing control as she was
losing control, though he with his dick, in her mouth, while she pooped all
over his face.
Bob took the turd juice like a soldier. It was followed by several
soft full-bodied turds, but he kept his tongue up BrendaÕs snatch, bringing
her closer to pleasure as she frantically tried to make him catch up with
her. Suddenly Bob gave a yell and Steve saw the reason. A shower of
spunk made BrendaÕs cheeks suddenly bulge and a moment later the spermy
effusion was too much for her, overfilling her mouth and running down
onto her hands. Instinctively she let go of his balls and grabbed his cock.
She tried to squeeze him to make him stop, as if he were some out of
control garden hose. The pressure of her hands on BobÕs dick only
increased his excitement. He showered her face more vigorously than
ever.
It was too much for Steve. To little BrittneyÕs surprise, he suddenly
came in her mouth. He too quickly overflowed the offered receptacle and
the girl, pulling back her flooded mouth, found him spraying her face. She
shrieked. But at the same moment she reached down and began rubbing
herself. Laurie, who had had a head start on her, suddenly burst into an
orgasm. Her head flew back in a keening wail as her hand rubbed her pussy
with furious abandon. The sights and sounds of pleasure caused Cindy,
despite an embarrassed wince, to reach down between her own legs and
begin toying with herself. Only Janice remained above it all, her hand
firmly on BrendaÕs back, watching as the young woman finished going to
the bathroom on her husbandÕs face. The poop was followed by a torrent of
girl-pee. At last, Bob still tonguing her, Brenda enjoyed a sexual release.
Then the group waited, and watched, as both Brittney and Cindy
brought themselves to pleasure. Janice insisted that they both sit up on
the table, so that they might be seen by everyone, in every detail, as they
played with themselves. The girls quickly complied. They were too
aroused to disobey or even to stop themselves. They drew close as they
sat side by side. Their tongues met. Their mouths kissed. But they kept
doing themselves, in their hasty lust for pleasure, and when they came it
was self-liberating, not the product of mutual love.
ÒWell, we have all been quite naughty,Ó Janice said, when everyone
had enjoyed at least one spend.
ÒExcept you,Ó Laurie said.
ÒMine will come later,Ó Janice said.
ÒWe want to see you do yourself,Ó Bob, on the table, his face covered
in shit, said to his wife.
ÒYes! Do yourself!Ó Laurie cried.
ÒOh all right, if you all insist,Ó Janice relented. She perched herself
on the table, next to Cindy. The younger woman gave her a kiss. Then, to
everyoneÕs watching eyes, Janice began to masturbate. There was
something profoundly erotic, to Steve, in seeing a beautiful mature woman
make love to herself. At the end of it all Janice flung herself back on the
table, and gasped and sighed as she came on her hand. Everyone bent
forward then and kissed her. She was still wearing her bra, but Cindy
yanked up the cups and sucked her nipples. When Janice had at last
returned to earth she said that she had other surprises in store for Brenda,
beginning with the whipping sheÕd promised.
Brenda knelt on a bed. They had all showered together, in a gang
shower built just for the purpose, the men growing hard again under the
ministrations of the women. Now they all stood around Brenda, buck
naked, as she looked back behind herself. She was on all fours, Òin
position,Ó as Janice liked to say, and the woman had a whip in her hand.
ÒReady?Ó Janice asked Brenda.
ÒN- No,Ó Brenda answered. Her bare ass tightened.
ÒOh, is she really gonna be whipped?Ó Laurie asked in a high-pitched
voice. Her hands flew to her own naked behind.
ÒYes, like in Story of O,Ó Brittney told her friend.
ÒI wouldnÕt like that,Ó Laurie said.
ÒI want to be whipped.Ó Brittney said. Laurie was about to shout
ÒYou do?Ó but Brenda shouted first, the whip striking her bottom. Laurie
stood speechless, as everyone did, as Brenda bucked on the bed and
moaned. A single line appeared across her chubby behind where the whip
had landed.
ÒBrace yourself for another,Ó Janice told the gasping girl. And then
it was delivered, after Brenda had had time to absorb the first impact.
And another followed another, until everyone in the room was rubbing
themselves again, and Steve felt himself on the brink of shooting his
spunk onto JaniceÕs naked ass.
There is something beautiful and exhilirating in watching a woman
work, Steve thought to himself, as he watched Janice. Thanks to a mirror
he could see her front, even as he faced her ass. Her large magnificent
bosoms shuddered with each blow she delivered, bounding and rebounding
even as BrendaÕs bottom jerked and twisted under the stings of the whip.
Both of them seemed to be working, in their own way, both in labor, Janice
delivering the wicked stimulation and Brenda receiving it, the brunetteÕs
breasts hanging down so that her nipples scraped the bedsheets, swinging
to and fro like big twin cow udders begging to be milked.
Steve moved a little to the right to get a better look at JaniceÕs
face. Sweat had broken out on her forehead. There was a wet sheen now
on BrendaÕs face too, Steve saw, as the girl gaped back toward him. She
asked Janice to stop.
ÒWould you like a break?Ó Janice said to the brunette.
ÒYes,Ó Brenda gasped. Immediately she put her face down on the bed.
Her hands leapt backward and clutched at her hinds. Moaning, she held
herself, her hands with their pretty nails gripping her reddened cheeks.
ÒJust for a minute,Ó Janice said. ÒThen we shall begin again.Ó
ÒOh no!Ó Brenda blathered. Spittle escaped from her mouth and fell
on the bedsheet.
ÒYou lost the contest, dear,Ó Janice said. She went forward to the
girl. She stroked her brown hair, pushing it back from her sweat-laden
forehead. Her own perspiration, running down, made her blink her eyes.
ÒIÕve had enough,Ó Brenda said.
ÒNo you havenÕt,Ó Janice gently countered. ÒA whipping is not
something you give to yourself, and control,Ó Janice said. ÒA whipping is
delivered by a whipmaster. She, or he, decides when to stop. I will say
when it is over. After all,Ó she laughed. ÒI have the best view of your
bottom. I know how much you can take.Ó
A hand stole across SteveÕs own, that was gripping and gently
stroking his cock. The hand was small, and warm, and the palm was wet.
Steve looked down and saw that Brittney had reached for his penis. Deftly
she plucked him from himself. She replaced his hand with her own.
Rubbing her pussy with her other hand, she began to massage his stiffness.
He reached down and cupped her bottom. She trembled at his touch. The
pressure of her small hand on his dick increased. He was large in her
grasp. He felt like a big banana being grasped by a sweet little monkey. A
blonde monkey, who smiled up at him childishly, and worked his cock with
the childish uncertainty of her youth. She knew little, but seemed eager
to learn. He held her bottom more tightly, feeling her small cheeks
quivering in his hand.
ÒWould you like to be whipped like Brenda?Ó Steve asked Brittney.
ÒYes,Ó Brittney sighed.
ÒI will not be too rough with you,Ó Steve assured the girl.
ÒI donÕt mind,Ó Brittney answered.
ÒGet on the bed, then,Ó Steve said. The girl frowned.
ÒBut I must do something wrong first,Ó she answered.
ÒThere is nothing you could do wrong,Ó Steve said. The girl frowned.
She thought a moment, still rubbing him, and then an idea lit her eyes.
ÒI can think of something,Ó she told Steve.
ÒWhat?Ó he asked.
ÒIt would be very wrong for me to play with you until you came,Ó
Brittney said. ÒLike this.Ó
ÒHey, I want some too,Ó Laurie said. She reached over to Steve. To
his delighted surprise both girls took hold of him, their small hands
warmly rubbing him, masturbating him, Brittney looking at Laurie and
saying,
ÒWeÕre going to make him cum so heÕll have to spank us!Ó
ÒYes!Ó Laurie enthused. Both girls each kept one hand on their
pussies, playing in their dells, even as they brought Steve closer and
closer to the point of no return. The man began grunting. He wanted to
tell them to stop but they were so young, so sweetly childish, both of
them wearing fingernail polish that was partly scraped off, due to their
playing. Both of them had taken great care to dress, earlier in the evening,
but perhaps due to their excitement they had both overlooked their nails,
and so they still wore the polish theyÕd put on some days earlier, and how
silly it looked now being partly scraped off. Meanwhile the others,
sensing that an event was about to occur, had turned around. They stared
now at SteveÕs big cock. He found himself suddenly the center of
attention, even Brenda, having turned onto her back on the bed, and Janice,
still holding her whip, both looking at him.
Bob stepped forward. He had one hand on his own penis, and giving
Steve an encouraging look, he said,
ÒThatÕs it. Go ahead and shoot yourself. IÕll try to do myself at the
same time. We can squirt each other.Ó Steve gave the man a surprised
look. It sounded rather gay, what he was proposing, but there was a
sexiness to it too, both men displaying themselves and shooting their
virility forth in the presence of so many women.
ÒOh, donÕt both cum!Ó Brenda, who had been secretly enjoying the
display of her ass before the erect men pleaded. She rolled on her belly
again, and lifted her bottom.
ÒReady for more?Ó Janice asked the girl.
ÒNo, but I could use a cool shower,Ó Brenda said. She reached
between her legs. Her bottom began to roll and twist as her fingers dug
into her cunt. At the same time she kept looking back at Steve, with an
occasional glance at Bob. She wiggled her red behind at them, and began to
moan as she gave herself pleasure.
Cindy crept close to Janice. She slipped her hand between the wifeÕs
legs. Janice gave a surprised ÒOh!Ó A moment later Cindy had her fingers
up within the womanÕs snatch.
ÒYou touch me and IÕll touch you,Ó Cindy told Janice. The older
woman complied, reaching over to her and slipping her fingers into her
pussy. But despite the mutual embrace of their cunts, they kept their eyes
on Steve. And he was pulsing at the brink.
Eyes glanced at the expected trajectory of SteveÕs spunk. It was
toward BrendaÕs bottom now, although as Steve twisted in the girlÕs hands
his aim shifted between Brenda and Bob and Janice. Who would he hit? He
thought little of it, more concerned with trying to hold himself back. But
the others inched closer, Brenda drawing herself bottom-first down to the
end of the bed, Bob and Janice and Cindy stepping forward. There was a
kind of pleased horror in thier eyes as they watched Steve, and his
quivering cock. Even as they competed to receive his cum, they knew it
would get them all messy. If his spurts were vigorous enough, they might
need to repair immediately to the shower. Perhaps with this in mind,
Brenda arched her ass out over the end of the bed. A good soaking might
save her from JaniceÕs whip.
SteveÕs face was red. His two tween-age lovers gazed lovingly up at
him, each wanting to be the one who gave him the final stroke to shoot off.
At the same time, like himself, they both were gasping, their free hands
diddling in their cunts as they brought his manhood to the very brink of
desperation. SteveÕs hips jerked under the pressure of their hands on his
cock. His breathing became labored. His chest filled, like a big frogÕs
chest expanding before a croak. He breathed deeply, each gasp threatening
to bring with it a shower of sperm from his dick. His balls were tight, the
insides of them roiling. Suddenly he could hold himself back no longer. As
Brenda arched herself toward him, as Bob stepped closer, as Cindy and
Janice and Brittney and Laurie all moaned with building desire, Steve lost
himself. He shot forth like a firehose. His sperm splattered Brenda. She
shrieked as she felt his hot cum strike her ass. Inspired, Brittney and
Laurie rubbed themselves harder. A moment later they were cumming too,
and then Bob came, his seed spurting all over the back of LaurieÕs head,
soaking her pretty blonde hair.
ÒOh God!Ó Steve gasped with despair. He loved the pleasure of
cumming but at the same time he regretted it, for he had already cum once
this evening and his power would not again be so strong. Perhaps sensing
this, his two teen lovers gripped and pulled on him with greater
enthusiasm, even bending down to shower his cock with kisses. It was,
they all knew, probably his final display of the evening. They wanted him
to know how much they loved it.
Steve gave his final spurts. They shot forth weakly, no longer flying
far enough to strike BrendaÕs bottom.
ÒWeÕve been very bad,Ó Brittney assured Laurie. There was a gleam
in her eyes. Then both of them came, on their own hands, still holding
Steve as he grew limp. Janice and Cindy were not far behind, rubbing each
other to completion as Brenda finished herself on the bed. Bob, like Steve,
lost his prowess, growing small and fleshy again, no longer big and hard.
As the females moaned together there was a sense of fulfillment, and yet
of regret. The men were finished. Any more events this evening would
have to be orchestrated by the women.
ÒPerhaps we have all had enough,Ó Janice said, when she came down
from the high of CindyÕs rubbing hand.
ÒYes!Ó Brenda agreed. She was rubbing her ass again now, with both
hands, and giving JaniceÕs whip anxious looks. The dark-haired woman let
the implement fall from her grasp. It landed with a soft thud on the
bedroom rug.
ÒOh, but I must be whipped now! IÕve been terribly bad,Ó Brittney
said.
ÒIÕm not sending you home to your mother with a bottom you canÕt
sit down on,Ó Janice said to the girl.
ÒOh please!Ó Brittney begged.
ÒSheÕs right,Ó Steve said. ÒWeÕve had our fun. I donÕt mind returning
you both to your parents still virgins. YouÕre young. Other things will
come on other nights.Ó He sounded, to himself, impossibly pompous. A
part of him wanted to fling both girls on the bed and deflower them now,
however it might be done, with dildos, or even with his fingers. But it
was late. Who knew if LaurieÕs mom might cut short her ski trip? Or if
BrittneyÕs mother might grow suspicious? HeÕd enjoyed the girlsÕ
company. They all had. And the girls had certainly enjoyed themselves.
But now, his manhood limp in their hands, he realized it was time to get
both girls home.
ÒCÕmon,Ó Steve said. He reached down and took both girls by the
hair. He felt the stickiness of Bob in his left hand, as he clutched at
Laurie. ÒWeÕve got to get you both clean and out of here,Ó Steve said.
ÒNo. I donÕt want to go,Ó Laurie whined.
ÒI want to be whipped!Ó Brittney said. She made to bend down and
reach for the whip, lying on the floor, but Steve, still holding her hair,
yanked her upright.
ÒOwwww!Ó Brittney said.
ÒYou must obey,Ó Steve said.
ÒYou sure look small now that youÕve shot off,Ó Laurie giggled.
Steve led the girls, both now struggling against his wishes, to the
bathroom. He got them clean despite their playful noncompliance. And
then he drove them both home, but with a twist: each girl had insisted on
wearing the otherÕs clothes. Steve dropped off Brittney in LaurieÕs Sunday
best. He dropped off Laurie in BrittneyÕs Indian costume. And then he
went home, relieved to be rid of them both, and promising himself that he
would date girls at least BrendaÕs age from now on.
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