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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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BABY PUSSY
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Chapter One
Christine was tall and her high heels made her look even taller. SheÕd just turned 21 and she was proud to be 21, at last, but just a few weeks after her birthday she found herself in something of a predicament.
Her lover, a married man, had been found out. Christine expected that heÕd have to break off the affair. But, quite surprisingly, his wife instead had asked to meet her.
TheyÕd met inconspicuously, at a coffee shop, just the two of them.
ÒSo youÕre the other woman in my husbandÕs life?Ó Janice asked. She was calm, sophisticated even, as she asked the question.
ÒYes,Ó Christine replied. She sensed they both felt awkward. Janice tossed back her chestnut-brown hair. It was in an elegant coiffure but she tossed her head back anyway, as if to compose herself. Christine, her long blonde hair pinned up for work, did the same.
They talked. Gradually they found they didnÕt hate each other as much as theyÕd imagined they would. And sheÕd approved of her, Janice had, by the end of their conversation. But then Janice had complicated things a little, though it meant Christine would still be able to love her husband. Janice had invited Christine to Ôjoin their family.Õ
ChristineÕs lover was 39. His wife was 29. While she still looked terrific, as did he, theyÕd tried and failed for 10 years to have a baby. So now they could have one, in a way, Janice said. Provided Christine agreed to play their infant daughter.
At first, as might be imagined, the proposition shocked Christine. SheÕd just become an adult. Now she was being asked to regress, to go back! Yet she was tall and classically beautiful and she knew, no matter how silly the bargain, that her adulthood was something her lover and his wife couldnÕt take away from her. It would all be pretend. As Christine thought about it the kinkiness of it all began to provoke her curiosity.
Christine had never tried anything different before, sexually, except falling in love with an older man. A very handsome older man, she reminded herself, who also happened to be her boss at work. She loved following his orders at work, and after hours too. As she kept speculating on what it would be like, being his pretend baby daughter, she got more and more excited. Finally she decided to try it. After all, as the manÕs wife had joked, upon their parting, at the coffee shop, ÒIt will be great, Christine, as long as you donÕt mind a sore bottom!Ó
Christine had never been spanked by her lover. The thought of being his daughter, and possibly having to be disciplined by him, gave her an unexpected thrill. She was due back at work but, suddenly, since she was running late anyway, she decided to start being disobedient. She went home instead, took her phone off the hook, and changed into her smallest bikini. Then she spent the afternoon lying on her porch. She tanned herself and sipped drinks she made for herself. She read Cosmo and painted her nails. Later, when she replaced her phone on the hook, it rang almost immediately.
It was her boss. She smiled at the sound of her voice and steeled herself for one of his type-A tirades. He rarely directed them at her, since she was always so helpful and obedient to him. But, with others, sheÕd seen him be a... well, a royal pain in the ass. He was a hard-driving, workaholic-type man.
ÒChristine!Ó her boss shouted into the phone.
ÒYes, Mr. Johnson?Ó Christine answered. She was standing in her bedroom wearing just her bikini, but sheÕd untied her top as she went for the phone. Now she slipped a pair of fingers up under one of the cups of her loosened bra. Absently she touched one of her nipples. It was quite hard.
ÒChristine, the Overland Report was due at five!Ó Dave Johnson, her boss, barked into the phone.
ÒI know,Ó Christine answered.
ÒWell, fucking-A, itÕs five thirty!Ó Dave shouted at the top of his lungs. ÒIÕm sitting here typing the damn thing myself! You know I canÕt type. Where in GodÕs name are you?Ó
ÒIÕm sunning myself,Ó Christine answered.
ÒYouÕre what?Ó Dave cried.
ÒAnd thinking of you,Ó Christine added.
ÒWell you can think about me here in the OFFICE, where you belong!Ó Dave yelled.
ÒIÕm sorry Daddy, but IÕd rather play,Ó Christine answered. And then she hung up on him. Wickedly she took her phone off the hook again.
Christine took a long bath. Afterward she looked at her bare white bottom in the mirror. Her ass, round and high, was perched atop what everyone admitted was a perfect pair of legs. They were long, Barbi long, and men sighed when she walked by them on her way to work.
Christine slapped her bottom, once. She savored the sting. She looked at her behind to see if sheÕd left a mark upon it. She was so nicely formed in back. She hated to think of her behind being punished and yet, after Janice had teased her about the possibility of it, she found herself mesmerized by the thought. To be pampered, like a baby, and yet punished too. It made her tremble to think about being DaveÕs spoilt little brat. She hoped he was still mad at her for missing work.
Slowly Christine drew on a pair of panties. She almost hated wearing them, she felt so buzzy and excited down where her legs joined. Her nipples stood up stiffly on her bosoms. She contemplated what it would be like to move in with Dave and his wife. She assured herself it would only be for a few days. A weekend. She was sure things wouldnÕt work out beyond that. After all, she was an adult, with her own life to lead. SheÕd be back in her apartment at the weekendÕs end, perhaps wiser for the experience. But it was, she felt, worth trying once, especially with a man she loved.
Christine called Janice and hoped, prayed even, that sheÕd answer. She did. For a moment they exchanged irrelevant small talk. Then, drawing in her breath, Christine said, ÒIÕm afraid I pissed off my boss... your husband. I skipped work this afternoon and heÕs very angry.Ó
Janice sighed. A trembling sigh, as if teetering on a decision to say ÔnoÕ instead of Ôyes.Õ ÒWell,Ó she said at last. ÒSince youÕre his daughter I think youÕd better get right home and apologize to him, donÕt you?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Christine said breathlessly.
ÒBut,Ó Janice said, her voice suddenly more practical. ÒCome tommorrow. ItÕs Friday. Do you have plans for Friday?Ó
ÒNot... not really,Ó Christine answered. A hoped-for date with Dave, but things had changed so much since those plans were laid.
ÒWeÕre having company tonight,Ó Janice said. ÒIÕm-- IÕm not sure how IÕd explain you. I mean, these arenÕt really people I know, just some business associates of my husbandÕs. I could call you our Swedish exchange student or something but--Ó
Christine and Janice broke into nervous laughter.
ÒItÕs okay,Ó Christine said. ÒIÕll wait Ôtill tommorrow. TommorrowÕs best.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Janice added. ÒIt will give me time to explain to my husband that weÕre about to have a baby!Ó
ÒIÕm sorry if IÕm keeping your husband late,Ó Christine said. ÒAt work, I mean. IÕm at home... by myself.Ó
ÒDonÕt worry, IÕll get him home,Ó Janice said. ÒThat Overland Report is crap, anyway, from what IÕve heard of it. Some company that will never get off the ground. But do come by tommorrow, perhaps tommorrow afternoon?Ó
ÒWell, I have to work but--Ó Christine began.
ÒNo, never mind that,Ó Janice said. ÒIÕll see youÕre paid. Just think about, well, you know... and plan to stay the weekend, would you? Like... like a real daughter would.Ó
ÒOf course,Ó Christine answered. And then, afraid to say more, she said Ôgoodbye,Õ in a small, childÕs voice, and hung up.
Christine finished dressing. She wore a simple t-shirt with a cherry printed on the front. She skipped putting on a bra. It was fun to tease. But she put on a soft stonewashed denim jacket over her t-shirt, so only the man she loved would be teased. And his wife, she reminded herself. She put on short shorts, like a girl might wear after school. Then she slipped on new sneakers, with heels, and walked out to her car.
The couple lived in a big tudor mansion in the suburbs. Dave had made great strides in business and was quite wealthy after almost 20 years of work. His wife had a part time job, as a legal secretary. Christine parked in their driveway, just as their daughter might, if they had one. Then she walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. Janice answered it.
ÒHi mom. IÕm home,Ó Christine said with a smile to DaveÕs wife.
ÒOh, hi! Glad you made it,Ó Janice replied. She let Christine inside and shut the door. Christine hadnÕt seen DaveÕs car parked outside. She guessed he wasnÕt home yet.
Janice gave Christine a big hug, just like a mother might. Christine embraced Janice and felt an odd sense of love toward the woman. But then, as they parted, their eyes met. A seriousness obtained between them. For a moment nothing was said. Then, Janice reached out and, just as if Christine were her daughter, Janice took hold of her jacket. She tugged on it, as if to straighten it. Then, without asking permission, Janice took hold of the zipper on the jacket. She unzipped it. Christine caught her breath but said nothing. Janice drew back the unzipped halves of ChristineÕs jacket.
ÒIÕve always wanted a daughter,Ó Janice said. She gazed at ChristineÕs large bosoms. ÒYou come quite well equipped.Ó
Christine and Janice were both tall, both the same height. But ChristineÕs bosoms were noticeably bigger. Christine held her breath and wondered if Janice was feeling jealous.
ÒThis will be a little difficult at first, but IÕll try to be a good ÔmotherÕ to you,Ó Janice said. She looked up from ChristineÕs breasts to her face. ÒIf nothing else, it will prepare me for when I finally, hopefully get to have a real baby!Ó she said.
ÒYes,Ó Christine agreed. Both women shared a sudden, nervous kiss. When their lips parted they gazed at each other again.
ÒWell, letÕs start off with you as young as possible,Ó Janice said. ÒThatÕs how real babies arrive, after all. IÕve drawn a bath for you upstairs. ItÕs only 3. I think we can squeeze in a bath and perhaps even a little naptime before Dave gets home.Ó She smiled. ÒHeÕs looking forward to meeting his new baby!Ó
ÒGood!Ó Christine replied. And to her amazement she found sheÕd almost said ÒGoo!Ó
They went upstairs, two women, full grown, yet with Christine awkwardly letting Janice guide her. Halfway up the stairs Janice took her hand, just as she might if Christine were her little daughter.
Janice led Christine to the bathroom. It was tiled in blue tile. A warm bubble bath waited. A rubber duck sailed innocently amongst the bubbles. There was a bottle of Mr. Bubble by the side of the tub, in case Christine wanted more bubbles. And there was a big scrub brush. Janice informed Christine that sheÕd be washing her with it.
ÒA big baby like you might have some hard to reach places,Ó Janice said when ChristineÕs eyes fell on the brush. It had stiff bristles and Christine guessed it would feel quite prickly if Janice decided to scrub her between the legs with it.
Christine gazed at the tub, the brush, the duck. SheÕd spent all day getting ready. Getting her hair done, her nails, and of course taking a bath. Now she was being asked to undress and bathe all over again, quite needlessly. But she had agreed to be a daughter, a baby even, so she unbuttoned her short shorts and dropped them to the floor. Underneath she wore white schoolgirl panties.
Janice watched her. Christine had just washed her hair at home and she asked Janice if she could pin it up, to keep it from getting wet, and Janice agreed. Really Christine thought it was quite silly for her to take a bath. But she couldnÕt just barge in and steal this womanÕs husband and dictate all the terms to her. So she undressed. She let Janice take her hand and she stepped into the tub. It was marvelously warm and bubbly. With a soft, quiet sigh, Christine settled down in the hot water. She let the steam from the water rise about her face and her breasts and she smiled at Janice. The woman remained clothed, just like a mother would, perched by the side of the tub, gazing at her infant daughter.
Wearing a casual blouse and skirt, getting them a little wet as Christine splashed around a bit, Janice scrubbed the young woman. She soaped her whole body, even insisting on washing her face. Christine got some soap in her mouth and Janice had to fetch a cup of water for her to rinse her mouth out with. Janice used the big brush on ChristineÕs long slender back. She scrubbed her front, burnishing her bosoms with it and bringing both her nipples to a perfect perkiness. She soaped and scrubbed her bare gleaming bottom. She washed Christine all up and down her fine elegant legs. Lastly, she applied the brush between ChristineÕs legs where, incongruously for a baby daughter, her pussy hairs grew. They talked quietly and laughed over how much they both loved Dave, and how they were willing to go to such silly lengths to both enjoy him. They discussed shaving ChristineÕs snatch. They deferred on that, deciding to wait and see what Dave thought of it.
Dave arrived home just as Christine was stepping from the tub. He walked into the bathroom unexpectedly. He was home early.
ÒHi, everyone!Ó he said with delighted male eyes. If he still held a grudge against Christine for missing work, he didnÕt show it. He looked at both women, grinning broadly. Janice seemed a little upset, for Christine, standing naked before them both, still had her hair pinned up. She looked lovely and lean and elegant, hardly like a little baby!
Christine wanted to run to Dave and embrace him. She wanted to wet his pants and his work shirt and his tie with her nude wet body. But she knew she had to defer to Janice if the relationship between them was to work. So she waited submissively on her ÔmommieÕ. She did not however, unpin her hair, perhaps as a silent reminder to Dave that she was, indeed, a fully mature, 21-year-old female.
Finally Janice collected her thoughts and reassumed her role as ChristineÕs new mother.
ÒDear, this is our new daughter, Krissy, and she has to brush her teeth with her new Sesame Street toothpaste before she can kiss you and welcome you home,Ó Janice explained to her husband. He was so happy to have both women in his presence at the same time that he didnÕt interfere. He took a seat on the toilet, the lid down, his pants still on, but sporting an erection no daughter should ever see!
Janice guided Krissy to the sink. TheyÕd both agreed, as Janice washed her, that Christine must be called that. For she was just a girl now, a baby, and babies had little names, not big grown up names like Christine. Janice gave Krissy an adult-sized toothbrush. Some things couldnÕt be changed. But from the bathroom cabinet she took out a Sesame Street tube of toothpaste.
ÒDear, mommie will put the toothpaste on your toothbrush, so you donÕt squirt it all over the floor or get it on DaddyÕs suit, like you did last time,Ó Janice told Krissy. She smiled. There had been no Ôlast time,Õ but it was a pleasant enough excuse. Christine waited while her new mommie squeezed toothpaste onto her brush. She was still nude, still wet from her bath. Her mommie had a wet blouse from her splashing. Dave watched with avid eyes, still wearing his suit from work.
With her new toothbrush readied, Krissy put it into her mouth.
ÒYuck!Ó Krissy exclaimed as she tasted the childrenÕs toothpaste. It tasted awful, like some sickly orange form of bubblegum.
ÒBrush!Ó Mommie instructed Krissy. She slapped her bare bottom and Krissy flinched. The woman had warned her sheÕd have a sore bottom if she stayed with them as their daughter. Well, sheÕd just gotten her first spank, and from Janice, no less! With a bit of a grimace Krissy forced herself to brush her teeth while keeping a wary eye on JaniceÕs proximity to her bottom.
ÒNot like that,Ó Janice whispered. ÒBaby girls brush their teeth recklessly. Make the toothpaste foam in your mouth.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Krissy replied. She brushed like she remembered doing as a little girl, lickety-split, as if she might miss her cartoons. But she pretended to like the taste of the toothpaste, and the fun of using her new toothbrush. Soon sheÕd succeeded in getting toothpaste suds all over her lips. The suds ran down her chin and dripped from her chin onto her bare tits. Krissy felt quite silly but, looking in the mirror, she had to agree that she looked quite childish too!
Suddenly there was another slap on her bare bottom. ÒYouÕre making a mess with the toothpaste!Ó Janice scolded. ÒMommie just bathed you.Ó She gave JaniceÕs derriere yet another slap and the 21-year-old flinched and wished sheÕd not taken her toothbrushing quite so much to heart. ÒRinse your mouth out,Ó Janice told Krissy. The tall blonde leaned over the sink and spit childishly into it, then let Janice, who placed a hand under the running tap water, splash handfulls of water up into her face.
ÒThere, thatÕs better,Ó Janice said. Christine straightened up. ÒLet mommie inspect,Ó Janice told her. The brunette pried apart ChristineÕs lips and looked at her teeth. ÒWhy, you have enough fillings for a 21-year-old,Ó Janice laughed. ÒYou must have been getting into the candy.Ó
Christine was told to sit on her ÔdaddyÕsÕ lap. She obeyed, loving the chance to finally be close to Dave. She smiled at him, not sure whether she had permission to kiss him or not. She gazed down at the bulge in his crotch. Naughtily she poked at it with her finger.
ÒDaddy, whatÕs that?Ó Christine asked. She felt wicked doing it but couldnÕt help herself. Janice frowned.
ÒLittle girls arenÕt supposed to play with their DaddyÕs penis,Ó Janice said to Christine.
ÒIÕm sorry, mommie,Ó Christine answered.
ÒWeÕre going to have an excellent weekend together,Ó Dave said to Christine. His grin disappeared. His voice was suddenly low and serious. He stroked ChristineÕs back but he looked at her bosoms. Then he lifted his face to regard her eyes. She gazed up at him, her eyes liquid, waiting, wanting, just like a daughter might be with her daddy. But she sensed these words were for her adult self. ÒA couple will be joining us,Ó he said. Christine flinched. SheÕd never done anything group-wise before. Dave placed a hand on her tummy as if to console her. He watched as her breasts rose and fell with her breathing. She was naked, still wet from the bath, he wore his suit from work. ÒThe man is 25, the girl 19. TheyÕre newly married. The manÕs a marine but his wife wants to see him play baby for the weekend. HeÕs agreed. His name is Tim. YouÕll like him.Ó
ÒAnd the girl too,Ó Janice added. ÒShe will be a mother, like me.Ó She pinned up her hair where strands had come loose washing Christine. ÒThough, I suppose, a rather younger mother than me, being ten years younger. And at the end of the weekend...Ó
ÒYes,Ó Dave said to Christine. ÒI had to make a small agreement with my wife.Ó He seemed compelled to suddenly cup ChristineÕs heavy breasts and lift them with exploring hands. He squeezed them. Christine felt his grip and gasped. ÒAt the end of the weekend, Tim, who has spent time in Singapore, will demonstrate his skill with the rattan.Ó Dave cleared his throat. ÒYou see, IÕm with my wife, and he will be with his. But you, Christine, youÕll be committing adultery. And for that, at the end of the weekend, after youÕve been spoilt and pampered, you must be punished.Ó
Christine gasped.
ÒDonÕt worry, IÕll let you have off work Monday. Tuesday too, if necessary.Ó Christine squirmed on DaveÕs lap. Getting time off from work wasnÕt what had been uppermost in her mind, hearing of the caning.Ó
Janice bent and tweaked one of ChristineÕs nipples with her fingers. ÒYou donÕt think you can just play with my husband for free, do you?Ó she asked.
ChristineÕs mind reeled. She didnÕt know whether to insist right now on getting her clothes back on and leaving or not. She felt DaveÕs hands on her breasts and JaniceÕs fingers teasingly tweaking her nipples. She spread her thighs. She wanted... well... she didnÕt know what she wanted. Finally she just nodded, silently. When she did, Janice kissed her.
Together, Janice and Dave dried Christine. The heat of the moment had almost dried her but they insisted on having her stand and rubbing a big fluffy towel all over her nude body. Dave lingered with the towel between ChristineÕs legs. When he finally took the towel away she was more wet there than when he started.
Christine was permitted heels but her hair was tied into pigtails. Then a bib was tied around her neck for supper. It had a grinning teddy bear on it. Around her waist, just below her navel, a yellow frill was tied. It was merely an ornamentation, a frou-frou dress that wasnÕt a dress, for it was too short to cover even her pussy, let alone her bottom. It was tied in back with a showy ribbon in the form of a bow. It was dressed like this that Christine was sent to answer the front door by Janice.
ÒHi! Are you here for supper?Ó Christine asked when sheÕd opened the door. A man and his young wife looked startled at first, then smiled.
ÒYes we are, little girl,Ó a brunette replied. She was slightly shorter than Christine. ÒWhatÕs your name?Ó she asked.
Christine was about to answer with her real name but then she remembered the new name Janice had given her. ÒKrissy,Ó she answered. She looked at the man. He was a hunk, broad-shouldered. Looking at him, Christine knew why the Marines called themselves Ôthe few and the proud.Õ He was tall, with a soldierly bearing, and a massive chest and arms. She shivered as she realized what such a powerful figure would be able to do to her bottom with a rattan.
ÒAre you Dave and JaniceÕs new baby?Ó the brunette asked.
ÒYes,Ó Christine answered. She put a finger to her mouth and crossed her feet, tried to be in character, to not think about how Janice had promised to end their weekend. Perhaps Tim would like her so much as a little girl he wouldnÕt be able to bear giving her a whipping as an adulteress.
ÒMy nameÕs Kim,Ó the brunette said. With her eyes she insisted on drawing ChristineÕs gaze back to herself, away from her husband.
ÒHi, Kim,Ó Christine answered. She sucked on her finger addressing the woman, mottling her speech a little, but found solace in it. Babies didnÕt get judicial whippings for adultery.
ÒGood heavens! DonÕt leave them standing at the door, especially in your altogether!Ó Janice called from the hall. She came running into the foyer. Christine realized sheÕd been so mesmerized by the situation that sheÕd allowed herself to linger in front of the open door, in the nude, the guests not entirely blocking a view of her from the street. Janice pulled Christine back from the open door. She invited Kim and Tim inside.
ÒShe can be such a bad girl,Ó Janice said to the newlywed couple. ÒAlready sheÕs been playing with her daddyÕ thing.Ó Janice gave Christine a slap on her bare bottom. Christine blushed fiercely. It was one thing to be slapped by Christine in front of Dave. It was quite another to be slapped in front of total strangers!
The dinnertable lay in readiness. The plates were made of fine china and Janice had gotten her silverware out. She insisted that they must eat first, have a fine dinner. The could not simply descend into an orgy. However, Kim would provide some entertainment as their waitress.
Dave came into the dining room. He was dressed in a new suit. He shook TimÕs hand. Tim also was dressed in a suit.
ÒSmoke?Ó Dave asked. He pulled a cigar from his coat pocket.
ÒSure,Ó Tim answered.
Kim tapped her husbandÕs shoulder. ÒDear, babies donÕt smoke,Ó she said.
ÒJust one,Ó Tim replied. ÒBefore we get started.Ó
ÒYes, letÕs have cocktails first,Ó Janice agreed. She looked at Kim. ÒWhy donÕt you serve us in the sitting room, since youÕve agreed to be our waitress at dinner?Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Kim answered. Her voice sounded hesitant.
ÒWell?Ó Janice said.
ÒWell, okay,Ó Kim said. They began drifting toward the sitting room, all five of them. But Janice touched KimÕs arm.
ÒDarling, youÕre to serve us nude at dinner. Please do the same for our cocktails,Ó Janice said. Kim looked at her husband, at Dave, back to her husband. They gave her no help.
ÒAlright,Ó she relented. The men grinned. With Janice still holding her lightly by the arm, Kim reached back and unzipped her miniskirt. She let it fall to the floor. She looked again, pleadingly, at her husband. But Tim only smiled. A male smile; wicked, expectant.
Kim put her hands on her panties. They were red thong panties and she slipped them down off her hips. The center strip was caught within her pussy lips and as Kim slipped down her panties the strip held out a moment, not wishing to leave her slit. Finally it popped from within her lips. It wiggled between her tense legs. Kim slid her panties all the way down her legs and, bending, with JaniceÕs hand still on her arm, she stepped out of them.
Dave held out his hand. Kim, lifting her panties up from her feet, holding them in her hand, wondering what to do with them, saw Dave wanted them. Reluctantly she handed them to him. He grinned at her husband and took the panties and stabbed the crotch of them against the bright tip of his cigar.
ÒIÕve always liked crotchless panties best,Ó Dave grinned at Tim.
ÒOh! Those are my best panties!Ó Kim cried.
ÒDarling, you should know better than to wear your best panties to an orgy,Ó Janice said to the girl. With chagrined eyes Kim watched as Dave deliberately burned a hole in her panties with his cigar. He attacked the crotch, the very part that had held out longest when she pulled her panties down. When he was finished, it would never again offer such resistance. There was a big gaping hole burnt into the fabric of her crotch.
ÒYour blouse, darling, and your bra,Ó Janice reminded Kim. The girl woke as from a daze, still staring at her panties, and put her hands to the buttons of her blouse. She unbuttoned all three buttons in front, then lifted the opened garment over her head. Finally, reaching back, she unsnapped her bra. Its cups popped from her breasts, she drew them off completely. Her bosoms, stiff nippled, wiggled before the men and their cigars.
ÒYes, the bra too,Ó Dave said. He made Kim hand him the bra. It was made of a light, chiffon fabric. Semi-see through. With his cigar, Dave attacked KimÕs bra. He burnt holes in it right where her nipples pressed against the cups when she wore it. To her gasping dismay, Kim was forced to watch as her bra had twin holes burnt into it, so it could never again hide her nipples. Then Dave handed KimÕs bra and panties back to her. But Janice, intervening, plucked the garments from the girlÕs hand.
ÒYou will serve us in just your stockings, dear,Ó Janice said to the girl. ÒCome, let me brush your hair out so you look your very best.Ó
The men retreated to a sofa, taking Christine with them. They sat her on DaveÕs lap, but with her legs stretched out and extended over the knees of Tim. Janice took Kim to the roomÕs wet bar and brushed out the girlÕs hair with an ivory-handled brush. Then she helped Kim mix drinks and put them on a tray for the girl to serve them.
Janice joined the men on the couch. She sat not next to her husband but, rather, next to Tim. Kim approached the four and offered them drinks. She was clad only in black stockings, elastic ones that stayed up by themselves, thigh-high, adorning her legs and providing a striking contrast to her bare pussy. Its dark curls nested at the juncture of her legs, matching the color of her stockings but quite opposite in color to her lightly-tanned belly and hips. Around her waist, where she usually wore her bikini, her skin was absolutely white. Kim was bare from the legs up, a walking, stockinged statue, her sex freely displayed to her friends. Christine caught her scent as the girl drew close, leaning in to hand a drink to Dave. With her tongue, hardling needing to move at all, Christine leaned forward and impulsively licked at KimÕs slit.
ÒOh!Ó Kim cried. She almost spilled DaveÕs drink on him.
ÒMmmm, you taste sweet,Ó Christine said in a babyish voice. She didnÕt know why sheÕd licked this girlÕs pussy, except that her own felt wet and excited and she wanted to further things along, afraid though she was of how their weekend would end.
ÒYes, babykins, you may have a little treat before dinner!Ó Janice called out, clapping her hands with glee at ChristineÕs initiative. ÒHave a little honey. Just lick it right out of her!Ó
Dave and Tim seemed equally enthralled by ChristineÕs maneuver. They grabbed Kim and held her and ordered Christine to lick the honey out of her slit. Gulping, wishing she hadnÕt been so forward, Christine complied.
With her long brown hair tumbling down over her shoulders, Kim watched as Christine naughtily set to work on her twat. Her plump tits hung from her chest like twin balloons as she, bending slightly, was forced to endure the attack. Christine tongued within her slit and KimÕs nipples, already perky, stood to even greater attention. Within her slit her clitty buzzed. Christine found it with her tongue and Kim uttered a startled gasp. She was captured now, and braving the assualt she pushed her hips forward, letting Christine tongue her more deeply.
ÒYes! Yes! Oh, my God!Ó Kim called out. It was obvious she felt embarrassed at being eaten out in such a public way but she couldnÕt stop herself now. It was too pleasurable. While not quite willing to grab ChristineÕs head and jam her into her slit, keeping her hands up by her own bosoms, Kim nonetheless shoved her hips farther forward and impaled herself on ChristineÕs tongue.
Christine, meanwhile, tried to play her fingers upon her own slit. Widening her legs she touched herself, but Dave caught her wrists and pulled her fingers back. It was not yet time, he whispered. He wished to savor her need. So Christine, denied pleasure of her own, attacked more viciously, with mindless heat, KimÕs little slit. The brunette wobbled on her heels. She leaned back against her husbandÕs legs and he had to hold her to keep her from toppling over. Like a hungry animal Christine fed within KimÕs sex. Finally the brunette, despite her best attempts to preserve her decorum, still holding the tray with two drinks still jitteringly perched upon it, broke into orgasm. Gasping, screaming, she let her sex be ravaged by ChristineÕs mouth. The blonde dug deep with her tonuge. Her own fingers still struggled to get at her own slit, but Dave held them back. Kim came and came again, and only then, with DaveÕs permission, was Christine permitted to lift her face from the girlÕs muff.
ÒThere, I hope that satisfied your sweet tooth,Ó Kim said at last to Christine. She brushed her long brown locks back from her face. Her eyes were wet with tears. Her cunt was wetter. She licked her lips. Christine, looking up at her, licked her own lips.
ÒYou have a tasty slit,Ó Christine said in a babyish voice to Kim. The brunetteÕs juices were all over ChristineÕs cheeks.
ÒThanks,Ó Kim said. ÒCall me anytime you miss dessert.Ó
Stalking about in her black stockings, Kim served the two remaining drinks to her husband and Janice. Then she sat got drinks for herself and Christine and sat down behind the blonde, next to Dave.
ÒShe has a very perfect, spankable-looking bottom,Ó Kim mused, gazing at ChristineÕs rump. It bulged back over DaveÕs legs. Sipping her drink, she extended a finger and ran it down between the cheeks of ChristineÕs ass.
Christine, trying to drink her own drink, nearly spilt it on herself. ÒHey! Get your finger out of my bottom!Ó Christine protested. The men laughed. Janice and Kim laughed.
ÒI hardly think *you* have any right to complain,Ó Kim replied.
Two highchairs waited by the dining room table. Christine had tried not to look at them earlier but now, as the couples finished their drinks, it was obvious that the hour for dinner had arrived. Aperitifs had been enjoyed. Even the moisture produced by KimÕs cunny had been sampled. The men rose. In their rising they took Christine with them. She stood, her bottomcheeks huddling, for Kim was still poking at them with her finger.
ÒYou have a nice ass,Ó Kim said to Christine, sitting behind the blonde, who stood next to Dave.
ÒThanks,Ó Christine said. She wished she could let a fart in the girlÕs face. She was, after all, two years older than her. Kim gave ChristineÕs bottom a slap.
ÒIÕll enjoy seeing my husband cane you,Ó Kim said.
ÒCome, babykins, time for din-din,Ó Janice said. She rose and walked over to Christine. She drew the girl away from KimÕs inquisitive finger. Glad to be taken out of range of Kim, Christine let herself be drawn through the sitting room and over to the dining room table.
Fine china and silverware waited for the guests who would sit at table. But Christine, who was to sit in one of the highchairs, saw that her place, on the chairÕs tray, was set with small, baby things, a spoon (no knife or fork) and a small plastic plate and bowl. A cup, also made of plastic, sported a painting of Tweety-Bird.
ChristineÕs bib already had come in handy. It was stained with KimÕs juices. Not bothering to change it, Janice lifted the tray up on ChristineÕs highchair so the girl could seat herself.
Christine looked down at the chair. It had been specially made. It was big enough for an adult. The seat was unusual. It had a fairly sharp ridge in the center of it, running from back to front, which Christine regarded as most uncomfortable-looking, a sort of ÒwedgieÓ built right into the chair. In addition the whole seat was angled forward, the back being higher up than the front. It was as if the maker wished her to slide off his seat. But, almost like an afterthought, at the front of the seat, right in the center, was a small knob. Christine guessed it would serve as just enough as a stoppage, pressing up against the base of her slit, to keep her sliding out of the chair.
ÒSit down, dear. What are you waiting for? The chairÕs been specially made for you,Ó Janice said.
ÒI-- I can see that,Ó Christine said in a faltering voice. By a pervert with an eye for torturing females. Nonetheless she turned and, stepping up onto a step built between the chair legs, for the chair was quite tall, she settled her soft bottom onto the seat. ÔIntoÕ would not have been the right word, with this seat, for as soon as Christine sat she let out a woeful cry as she felt the ridge jam itself up into the crack of her bottom and press insistently at her slit. The seemed to want to make her slide right back off it but the knob, sticking up, just managed to hold her slit and keep her from toppling out. Yet as Christine looked down at herself she saw that much of her slit remained visible, the knob just catching the base of her pudenda, leaving all else easily seen by the dinner guests. She closed her legs against their staring eyes.
ÒNow darling,Ó Janice said, lowering ChristineÕs tray on her highchair, Dave seating himself, Kim and Tim lingering nearby. ÒThatÕs hardly the way for a grown babygirl to sit, with her legs together. Especially at dinner, with everyone eager for dessert.Ó Janice locked the chair in place and then strolled around behind Christine. She stroked the girls arms and drew them back and forced Christine to drop them down through the hole in the back of her highchair. Like most chairs, the back of hers pressed against the middle of her back, but below that there was just a space, thru which her bulging bottomcheeks could be seen. It was through this space in the back of the chair that Janice insisted Christine drop her wrists. As soon as the blonde did, she felt leather shackles. Lovingly Janice buckled these around her new babygirlÕs wrists. ÒDonÕt worry, mommie will feed you,Ó Janice told Christine. ÒIf I let you feed yourself youÕd just make a mess.Ó
Christine felt like she was about to slide out of her chair. But Tim approached her and took hold of her legs. He drew them apart. She showed her slit to him and he enjoyed eyeing it. But he had more malicious plans. Extending from the front of the highchair, on both sides, were wings, made of wood, like the chair, and with leather manacles hanging down from them. Tim, with one eye on KimÕs well-displayed pussy, tied off her knees against the forward-jutting, wide-apart wings of the chair. The effect was to force Christine to display her pussy to all the guests. She realized sheÕd be sitting this way throughout dinner. Her highchairÕs seat was above the top of the table. Dave would be able to stare at her sex while he ate and make wicked plans for it.
However, Janice had one more surprise in store for Christine. There was a hole in the ridge that jutted within the crack of ChristineÕs bottom. SheÕd been grateful for the little hole, for it centered right over her anus and spared her bottomhole from having to sit upon the ridge. But now, with a sense of horror, Christine realized that the hole wasnÕt meant to spare her anus, but rather to put it in a worse position than the entire rest of her bottomcrack!
Janice appeared with a dildo. Apparently it had been in a small leather pouch affixed to the back of one of the highchairÕs legs. She showed it to Christine. The pouch had contained a tube of vaseline in addition to the dildo, and now she squirted liberal amounts of vaseline over the dildo.
ÒYes, youÕre going to have a friend at dinner,Ó Janice told Christine. The woman laughed. Kim laughed. Dave and Tim laughed. Christine was not amused. Yet, looking at Dave, she realized that she loved him enough to at least try this perversion, if only to please him.
Janice leaned forward and slipped her hand underneath the seat of ChristineÕs highchair. ÒHave you ever been fucked up the butt,Ó Janice asked Christine.
ÒOnce-- by your husband...Ó Christine breathed.
ÒWell!Ó Janice snapped, obviously offended. With a vigorous push she shoved the dildo up through the hole and against ChristineÕs anus.
ÒNoooooo!Ó Christine yelped. Her cry quickly turned to a wail as, with her arms firmly bound behind her, she felt her hole yielding to the big dildo. ÒAckcckchhh!Ó Christine cried. ÒNo! Please donÕt! We only fucked once--Ó she begged. But Janice, who would have introduced her to the dildo even if she were virgin, rammed the big thing up into her ass.
ÒOhhhh, please!Ó Christine begged. The big dildo made her roll her eyes and puff out her cheeks. She threw her chest forward, hoping somehow to squirm off it. Yet with inexorable force it was pushed up within her, burning, itching, pressing all the air from her lungs, just as DaveÕs cock had done to her. ÒStoooop! No! ItÕs going-- ItÕs going to far up me!Ó Christine yelled.
There was laughter. ÒYouÕve only got three inches in you, girl. Four to go,Ó Janice said. ChristineÕs eyes rolled. Her lashes batted. She licked her lips. She bit her lower lip. Tim took hold of her face and pried her teeth off her lip so she would not cut herself. He forced open her jaw. He drove his tongue into her mouth even as she struggled upon the rising prong in her ass. She tasted of his wife, from licking Kim. Tim bathed her teeth with his tongue and she tried to fight him off with her own tongue. It was useless. She was invaded at both ends and could do nothing to stop either entry. Only her pussy remained untouched, but well-displayed, with the little knob pressing insistantly against the lowest portion of her sexÕs lips.
ÒThere, all ready for dinner. YouÕll be a very good girl now, wonÕt you?Ó Janice smiled. Her hands were open, above ChristineÕs chair seat again. Yet the prong remained beneath, fixed into place with a strap pulled over its base. Janice kissed ChristineÕs cheek. ÒYes, dear, I donÕt think youÕll be too wiggly at dinner. And youÕll eat all your pees too, or mommie will give you the last inch of the dildo.Ó
Tim remained to be seated in a high chair of his own. He would sit across the table from Christine, facing her directly. Janice, seated between the two, at the head of the table, would be able to stand up and easily feed either of her babies. Dave sat down next to Christine, in a chair, where he could easily reach up and finger her slit. Kim would sit next to her husband, his cock within easy reach of her fingers.
Janice strolled up to Tim and bade him undress. The marine, usually having to lead a platoon and shoulder responsibility, seemed happy to give himself up to her wiles. With his wifeÕs help, with Dave looking on, Tim took off his clothes.
ÒEverything,Ó Janice reminded him, seeing him linger over his briefs. ÒEverything but your socks.Ó Tim obeyed. As he did he eyed a large, sharp knife lying at JaniceÕs place. ÒOh, my! YouÕre much too large for a baby. And so hairy!Ó Janice exclaimed as Tim pulled down his shorts. A huge, snakelike cock popped from his briefs. Below hung twin balls, in a hairy sack. All around the base of his big prick was a wealth of blonde hair that matched his blonde crewcut.
ÒYes, he should shave before dinner!Ó Kim laughed. ÒI guess weÕll have to do it for him.Ó
ÒGo easy on me with that knife, girls,Ó Tim said with a wary glance at the big carving knife.
ÒSit down, dear. Mommie will take care of everything,Ó Janice replied. Lightly she touched his arm. Together she and Kim led Tim to his highchair and lifted the tray and made him sit down.
ÒDamn! This ridge hurts!Ó Tim exclaimed. As he sat Christine saw, not without delight, that the ridge in TimÕs chair, in addition to wedging into his ass crack, lifted his balls. It forced them to almost split, it seemed, as the ridge shoved them up, forcing one ball to lie on one side of the ridge and the other ball to lie on the opposite side. Above them both his cock stuck up straight, pointing lewdly at her. ÒUnhh. I feel like IÕm going to cum with this damn ridge forcing itself up against my balls!Ó Tim said.
ÒMmmm, well youÕd better not cum, dearhart. WeÕre saving your sperm for dessert,Ó Janice said to Tim. Teasingly she passed her fingers over the length of his cock.
ÒOhhh, God! Please make me cum. I canÕt have my balls be this full with that damn ridge under them!Ó Tim begged. He might have jerked himself off, but already his wife was pulling his arms back and shackling them to the outside of the back of the chair. Of course, he might have thrown both women off him and risen at any moment, prior to being completely tied down, but he didnÕt. With gritted teeth he endured as first his arms were bound together behind him, and then his legs were bound wide apart, to the wings of the chair.
Christine looked at Tim. He gazed back at her. ÒI like your penis,Ó Christine finally admitted. It was big and hard and it throbbed at her, like some spear pointing right at her sex.
ÒI like your pussy,Ó Tim replied. ÒBut IÕm still going to thrash your ass at the end of the weekend.Ó
Christine shivered. She did not like being reminded of that. As if to take her mind off it, Dave reached over and began playing his fingers within her slit. Christine shivered again and tried to shove her hips farther forward, but the knob at the front of her seat was in the way. Lightly, teasingly, Dave touched the folds of her sex, not entering her, but making her desperate for him. Christine wriggled in her seat and then wished she hadnÕt, letting out a sharp yelp, for the prong stuffed up her butt was most uncomfortable, and most demanding in its insistence that she sit still. She sat straighter in her chair and tried to ignore DaveÕs fingers in her slot. Yet she couldnÕt quite bring herself to ask him to desist.
Whipped cream was fetched. Christine thought it must be for their dessert, and wondered at its being brought out so early. Then she saw that, lying on a plate next to the bowl of whipped cream, there was a shaving brush.
Janice dipped the brush into the cream. ÒMmmm. Sweet!Ó she said, tasting the cream. Then, with Kim smiling at her husband and stroking his very stiff penis, kissing his chest a little, Janice spread the whipped cream all over TimÕs pubic hair. She even spread cream over his uplifted balls. Then, remarking that you never knew when such a hairy guy as Tim might grow hair on his dick, she spread whipped cream all over his huge penis as well.
ÒNow, even though I donÕt have a straight-edge razor, I still think I can do a pretty good job with this knife,Ó Janice said. She hoisted the big carving knife that had lain waiting next to her china plate. With a grin at Tim, showing she wasnÕt afraid of the knife at all, she sliced down the front of her evening gown. It split open. Within, a pinupÕs body was revealed. She wore no panties, no bra. Simply a pair of black stockings, like Kim. With a shiver Janice relieved herself of the ruined gown. It fell in a pool to her feet and she stepped out of it. Then she strode over to Tim. She bent and her large breasts, falling forward, banged against his well-creamed cock. The contact left blobs of white cream on her bosoms. Oblivious to this, Janice began, very carefully, to draw the sharp edge of the knife along TimÕs big penis.
ÒNo!Ó Christine breathed. She couldnÕt bear to think of what damage would be done to the big manÕs organ if Janice made the slightest mistake. Yet she was the only one who held her breath (except Kim, perhaps just a little, though she tried hard not to show it). Gradually Janice began to scrape the whipped cream off TimÕs penis. To show the man she wasnÕt afraid of the danger the blade posed, she ran her tongue down it after each stroke to clean it. Then it was back to work, slowly slicing the cream off his penis, then his uplifted balls. She seemed less concerned with shaving his hair off. If some came with the cream, so be it. But if not, she was happy to just get the cream. As she worked she became so excited that she had to frig her pussy with her fingers. The juice got on the blade as she handled it and made the blade more slick.
Kim was not averse to fiddling in her own slit. Watching, mesmerized, consoling her husband and kissing him now and then, she rubbed her sex. Dave, enamored by the event, released his penis from his pants and rubbed it. Would he be next? Christine could not know. Then she got her answer. Rising up, Dave pulled her highchair back from the table. He got in front of her, blocking her view of Tim. He kissed her and then, quite abruptly, he shoved himself into her. He fucked her hard. She could not resist, but she was wet, and hungry for him. He fucked her until he spilled in her and then, withdrawing at last, he zipped himself up again. Christine was forced to sit at dinner with her cunny dripping out drops of his cum.
With DaveÕs penis cleaned of cream and his balls shaved a little, Janice sat down to eat. Kim went to the kitchen and brought out their food. Inbetween serving them she stopped to frig herself, and it was with rather ambivalent feelings that Christine let Kim place food on her small plate and into her bowl.
Then the meal began, Kim retaking her seat to eat with the rest of them. Janice stood and cut ChristineÕs food. She fed the girl with her fingers. Her own fingers were wet from her sex but Christine tried not to think of that and accepted what Christine fed her. When Janice had fed Christine some bits of food she sat down and enjoyed her own meal. Dave, rising, took her place, and fed Christine with his fingers. His tasted of the precum heÕd received upon them while masturbating his cock. Nonetheless Christine accepted his food-laden fingers in her mouth, somewhat more happily than sheÕd accepted his wifeÕs.
Then Kim took her turn at feeding the baby. Christine could taste the sex on her fingers that sheÕd earlier tongued. Having found release with Dave in her, Christine was less enamored of the taste of the girlÕs sex than she had been. Yet she accepted the fingers, reluctantly. Kim pretended to fuck her as she fed her, by jabbing her fingers into ChristineÕs mouth. All the while Christine remained seated on the awful prong, it splitting her ass cheeks, her hands tied behind her. Her cunt dripped DaveÕs sperm.
Christine and Tim made no secret of their pleasure at being able to stare at each otherÕs sexes. All through the meal Christine gazed at TimÕs big unspent cock. Tim looked with avid eyes at ChristineÕs pussy, already used by one man, spread wide for another.
ÒHoney, do you like ChristineÕs pussy?Ó Kim asked her husband as Janice, letting Kim finish her meal, brought out dessert.
ÒYeah,Ó Tim replied. He looked at Christine as he answered his wife, not even bothering to turn toward her.
ÒThatÕs good, honey, because I have a little present for you,Ó Kim said. She reached behind the chair and drew a dildo out of the handy pouch.
ÒWhat? No! IÕm-- IÕm a boy!Ó Tim protested. But it was no use. With his pubic hair still sporting a wealth of whipped cream that Janice had, in the end, decided not to shave off him, the man was forced to endure the shoving up his behind of a dildo. Janice helped Kim and together they made Tim take the entire nine inches of the dildo. They even fastened it in place, underneath the seat, when they were done, so that Tim would have
Ôsomething to think about,Õ as they put it, during dessert. Nonetheless, when dessert was served, with Tim and Christine each being fed by the others, the two continued to stare at each othersÕ sexes.
Christine, of course, being female, was in the uncomfortable position of having to endure her dildo the longest. She bore the straining thing in her bottom all through dinner and dessert. At last, with dessert over, and the night beckoning, Janice pulled out both victimsÕ dildos as Kim cleared the table.
Christine and Tim were helped down from their chairs. In expectation of the long night ahead, TimÕs organ was unravaged, unlike ChristineÕs pussy, which dripped DaveÕs sperm, for she was female and could cum as much as she pleased, spilling within her nest, moistening the maleÕs entry, not needing to pump into others, but only to receive.
Tim walked over to Christine, his penis erect as a horizontally-laid flagpole. He embraced her. He kissed her. They had suffered together. She let him kiss her and felt his big organ pressed hard up against her belly. Yet, heÕd promised her, no matter what happened between times, he would thrash her at the weekendÕs end. The thought made her tremble. Would he really do that? Would he really be so cruel?
Janice suggested they adjourn to their master bedroom. The five agreed, Tim and Christine walking with their hands rubbing their bottoms, for both were sore from sitting on the prongs. Christine untied her bib and frill and let them fall to the floor.
ÒChristine! ThatÕs no way to treat the clothes mommieÕs bought you!Ó Janice said. She bent and picked up ChristineÕs bib and frill.
ÒIÕm sorry, mommie,Ó Christine said.
Upstairs a large bed with an embroidered coverlet beckoned. The lights in the room were already on, but dimmed, giving the room a romantic appeal. A tube of KY waited on the nightstand, plus condoms, for any who wished them.
ÒOh, but I must pee first!Ó Kim said. The others laughed at this intrusion of the practical upon such a romantic affair.
ÒLet us all, then. Together. ItÕs fun to watch,Ó Janice said. She hooked her arm through KimÕs and led the girl into the master bath. It had green tile. There Kim peed, then flushed, and Christine, who wished she might douche herself, went next. Then Janice, and finally the two men. Then both Janice and Kim, eager to suffer as Christine already was, with DaveÕs sperm dripping out of her, led all five of the partiers back into the bedroom. In the meantime, as they peed, Dave had taken his clothes off. Now all five stood nude next to the bed, admiring each other. Dave was up again and Tim, having never cum yet, was stiff as a board.
ÒWell, letÕs get better acquainted then, shall we?Ó Janice asked. And the five of them tumbled into bed.
Next morning all five were at the dining table again, for breakfast. Christine, whoÕd enjoyed herself liberally with Dave, and a little with Tim, seemed to have aroused a vindictive nature in Janice. She asked Christine if she wished to have cereal and then, after feeding her a few spoonfulls of oatmeal, dumped the rest down on ChristineÕs tummy.
ÒAhhh! Why did you do that?Ó Christine asked. With her arms once again bound behind her she had no hope of keeping the woman from doing just as she wished. She looked at Janice balefully.
ÒI felt you were being too fussy,Ó Janice replied, though Christine, famished, had only been eating quickly, lapping up the spoonfulls of oatmeal as soon as Janice brought them to her lips. ÒWould you like buttered toast instead?Ó
ÒYes!Ó Christine said. Yet she had a sinking feeling Janice might wish to play games with the toast too.
ÒAnd which flavor of jelly?Ó Janice asked her. There were bottles of both Grape and Cherry jelly on the table.
ÒI like Grape best,Ó Christine answered.
ÒThen IÕll give you Cherry,Ó Janice said maliciously. And she did, spreading it liberally all over ChristineÕs toast. ÒReady?Ó she asked at last.
ÒYes,Ó Christine said. And just as soon as sheÕd said it Janice lifted up the toast and ground it into her face! She smooshed the Cherry jelly all over ChristineÕs freshly made up face and seemed to wish to wash her face with the buttery toast, which of course wasnÕt washing it at all, but making it terribly messy instead.
ÒThatÕs for fucking my husband all night,Ó Janice said to Christine.
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Christine said. Everyone laughed, except her, though at last, seeing herself in a mirror, she had to laugh a little, because she looked so silly and babyish.
Janice, satisfied at having gotten a little revenge on Christine, apologized. Then she fixed her a new bowl of oatmeal and fed the whole thing to her. It would have been an excellent meal, but Christine was forced to eat the whole breakfast, even the fruit which Janice cut for her and fed her, with jelly all over her face. Tim suffered a simliar fate. Except his wife, not content with smooshing jelly all over his face, fixed another well-buttered slice and rubbed it all over his penis. It was stiff with the morning, and he was left to consume his breakfast with a buttered, jellied, face and penis. He looked at Christine and she looked at him and, both feeling rather embarrassed, they nonetheless managed to laugh at their predicament, for they both were growing more fond of each other by the hour. Christine hoped it would spare her the vengeance of TimÕs promised rattan.
After a long night of lovemaking, Tim woke Christine early on Sunday morning. ÒGet up,Ó he insisted. She blinked her eyes. She rolled over in bed, disentangling herself from the limbs of his wife. TheyÕd shared a passionate embrace when the men were all spent, at 3 a.m., rubbing their slits together.
Tim stood beside the bed. He was freshly shaved and smelled of menÕs cologne, though he was quite naked. His penis stood out randily. Christine reached for it but he drew back. He pulled her up from the bed. ÒItÕs time,Ó he said simply.
ÒOh, please, Tim!Ó Christine said in a panicked voice. SheÕd made love to him during the night and sheÕd been sure, as theyÕd enjoyed each other, that he would spare her. Yet he pulled her to her feet, gruffly, showing none of the tenderness theyÕd shared through the previous nightÕs long hours.
ÒOh, Tim is going to whip her!Ó Kim, awakening, announced. And so it was that the rest got up, and followed Tim downstairs. There heÕd prepared a trestle over which to cane Christine on her bottom.
ÒNo!Ó Christine uttered as she saw the wicked device over which she was to be tied. Implacably Tim drew her to it. He made her bend over it. Though made of wood, there was a leather cushion tied over the top of it, into which Christine pressed her belly. She found a handhold running between the legs on the other side and gripped it tightly. She felt her legs opened behind her and female fingers came to her ankles and tied them to the trestleÕs back legs. Kim and Janice, helping, while Tim went and took from a corner a big rattan cane sheathed in leather.
ÒDo not tie her wrists,Ó Tim told the women, flexing his cane with his hands. ÒI want her to learn to be poised over the bar.Ó
ÒAfterward, will you fuck her?Ó Kim asked her husband matter-of-factly.
ÒOf course. I wouldnÕt want to put such a hot, squirming bottom as sheÕll have to waste,Ó he replied.
ÒOh,Ó Kim said in a small voice. Suddenly she looked up at her husband. ÒThen cane me too, and let me have your cock. Let Dave take her.Ó
Janice walked round in front of Christine. Boldly she shoved her slit against ChristineÕs forehead. ÒLift your face and lick, little one,Ó she said. ÒI wonÕt be left out.Ó
Christine, anxiously awaiting the start of her whipping, nonetheless lifted her face. She stuck out her tongue and Janice, moving her hips forward, impaled her pussy upon it. With her own legs spread behind her, her own fig showing quite wantonly, Christine licked hard at JaniceÕs slit. She heard Tim swinging the cane behind her and she clenched her soft bottomcheeks together, knowing his attack was imminent.
ÒGod, what a lovely sight,Ó Tim remarked. ÒAnd it will be lovlier still when sheÕs wriggling that tight little ass of hers like a well-spanked child.Ó
ÒMust it be--Ó Dave paused. ÒA judicial whipping?Ó
ÒI know no other,Ó Tim said. ÒI suppose I could try to give lighter strokes but--Ó
ÒGo ahead,Ó Dave said. ÒIÕve never seen one. SheÕs got the perfect ass for whatever you intend. Do it as hard as you like. If necessary weÕll tie her hands.Ó
Christine clung to the bar beneath her. She wanted to get up but Janice had her head gripped between her lovely womanÕs thighs now. They were soft and creamy to the touch but unaccountably strong. ChristineÕs head felt like it was in a vise. Her nose was turned up to the womanÕs muff, inhaling the perfume of JaniceÕs thatch. Her tongue was wedged in the womanÕs slit. Rather tightly, almost to the point that she coulndÕt get it out, though with effort she did and promptly stuck it back up her again, knowing she must. Janice ran a hand over ChristineÕs tousled blonde locks and urged the girl to tongue her faster.
WHIIICK! Suddenly a pass of the cane, which Tim had been swinging behind her, actually caught Christine on her bottom.
ÒOooh!Ó Christine gasped. She tried to rise up but Janice held her tightly within her thighs. A streak of pain flared across ChristineÕs heinie.
WHAAAACK! A harder stroke. Christine jerked upward, lifting Janice a little, but the woman was too strong for her. Janice moved suddenly, catching ChristineÕs neck between her thighs, leaving ChristineÕs tongue. The blonde found herself truly trapped now, like a cow waiting to be branded, her neck caught and her head protruding out the back of JaniceÕs legs.
ÒOh, I wonÕt be able to sit tomorrow...!Ó Christine moaned. She let go of the clutch bar and reached back to grab at her heinie. It burned, she wished to rub it, but Janice deftly caught both her wrists and yanked her arms up.
ÒYeeeech!Ó Christine gritted. Bent way over, her arms being suddenly pulled up behind her hurt and made them feel like they would be pulled off her shoulders and dislocated if she disobeyed.
CRAAAA-AAAACK! This time the cane really struck. Christine bucked. Janice held her tight with her thighs, by her neck. Christine waggled her bare bottom. It stung as if a vertical flight of bees had landed upon it, all stinging her in a very straight line.
ÒNoooo!Ó Christine begged. But Tim hit her again, and again, each time finding a new spot on her seat, always careful, with the skill of an executioner, to avoid hitting the same place twice. Gradually, to ChristineÕs great regret, a slow mass of red weals began to form across her bottom. Each one stung fiercely. She struggled to get up but Janice was strong and held her down with her legs. She kept ChristineÕs arms pulled up in back of her to help the girl behave.
At last, the whipping having decorated ChristineÕs hot bulbing cheeks quite remarkably, it was ended in favor of TimÕs penis. He rammed it into Christine, first in her slit. Then, while kissing Janice, who continued to ride Christine, he withdrew from her slit and entered quite forcibly in her bottom.
Kim, while not getting to have her husband, was nonetheless kept to her promise to lie over the bar. After Christine was finished, and left to stand in a corner rubbing her bottom, Kim was put over the bar. She struggled, for her husband had spent himself in another, yet insisted on whipping her anyway. Janice held her down. And then Tim, who had never whipped his wife before, gave her an introduction to his skills. When he was finished Dave enjoyed her hot bottom grinding into his loins as he fucked her.
Marked, branded by the cane, both Christine and Kim spent the day in bed. They hated their friends for whipping them but their friends, the whipping done, now showered them with love. They served the girls breakfast in bed and pampered them in every way possible. Gradually the girls pouted less, frowned less and, as the pain in their tushies subsided, rubbed and worried over their bottoms less. By nightfall they were enjoying all the loving attention. They were like children in hospital eating ice cream, having had their tonsils out.
When at last Monday morning came it was time for the five to break up.
ÒWill we meet again, perhaps next weekend?Ó Janice asked Christine. She glanced at Kim. She looked back at Christine. ÒI enjoyed having you as my daughter. I think, in the end, I sort of had both of you as my daughters.Ó
ÒPerhaps then we shall meet, for I enjoyed it too. Mostly,Ó Christine added, giving her bottom a rueful rub.
ÒAnd shall you be whipped again?Ó Janice asked.
ÒIf you spoil us as thoroughly as you did, it might be worth it,Ó Kim said.
ÒI should keep my skills up,Ó Tim said. ÒAnd Dave here probably needs to learn, in case you get out of hand, Janice.Ó
ÒOh, I never get out of hand,Ó Janice replied. ÒBut I donÕt mind having bratty twin daughters, and spoiling them.Ó
ÒThen we shall,Ó Kim said. She looked at Christine.
ÒOkay,Ó Christine said. Then she looked at Tim. ÒI think a real judicial whipping is harder than the one you gave us,Ó she said. ÒYou were just trying to scare us, werenÕt you?Ó
ÒI could give a real judicial whipping if I wanted to,Ó Tim said.
ÒMmmmm,Ó Christine said. ÒI hope you donÕt.Ó
ÒYou never know,Ó Tim said. ÒYou better be good at work all week long or I just might have to.Ó
ÒCan I have today off?Ó Christine asked Dave.
ÒIf you get me off,Ó Dave replied. His wife gave him a scold, hearing that. But Christine, figuring it was five minutes work for a whole day off, quite happily dropped to her knees and let Dave poke his stiff thing into her mouth.
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