Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in 
BUSH LEAGUE

Chapter Five

	There was to be an orgy.  (ThereÕs simply no politer way to put it.)  Rose sat me down beforehand and pressed a riding crop into my hand.  It was stout, not too long, or too short, with a loop of leather at the business end of it.  
	ÒUse this to see that everyone keeps fucking,Ó Rose told me.  Her eyes were sincere.  ÒNo slackers.Ó  I turned the crop in my hands.  It felt light, yet it would surely hurt if I whacked it against someoneÕs bare hiney.  
	ÒNo slackers,Ó I said aloud.
	ÒNot even the females,Ó Rose told me.  ÒEveryone is to keep working at it, right through.  If not with one person, then with another.  If the males lose their hardness, there is nothing to prevent them from pleasing females with their mouths, their fingers, their hands.  Of course they will all be young males so they should be up again in no time, but donÕt let them rest.  Keep them busy.Ó
	I swung the crop through the air.  It made a whistling sound.  ÒAnd the girls?Ó I asked.
	ÒThat is the biggest myth of all, that girls are dainty,Ó Rose laughed.  ÒKeep them at it too.  Girls can spend and spend, and weÕll have plenty of lubricant if their moist little pussies clam up.  Make sure they are kept just as busy as the men.  If they donÕt like one boy, they can certainly have another.  ThereÕll be no shortage of young cocks for them to milk.Ó
	I looked at her.  Lightly I touched the crop to her bare shoulder.  We were in our bikinis.  ÒAnd you?Ó I asked her.
	ÒDonÕt spare me either,Ó Rose said, and bowed her head a little bashfully.  I stuck the loop of the crop against her bosom.  Lightly I tried to pry her bra cup down to loose her breasts upon the quiet sedateness of the parlor.  The cup was lightly woven.  I watched as her nipples sprouted within them, pushing against the fabric and denting it.
	ÒIt will be fun dominating you,Ó I told her frankly.  I touched the tip of the crop to each of her risen nipples.
	ÒNot too hard,Ó Rose breathed.
	ÒNo harder than you did me,Ó I answered, and intended to include in my remark all those sheÕd let strike me at her castle.  Rose brushed the insides of her thighs with her fingers.  I lowered the crop and pointedly stuck it directly against her pussy.
	ÒDonÕt,Ó Rose sighed.  Only her flimsy bikini panties kept me from poking the crop into her.  
	ÒThose will come off soon,Ó I told her.  She looked up at me.  I had pink ribbons in my hair.  My makeup was exquisite.  IÕd spent all day letting her beautician do my hair and my face for me.  Now the beautician had left.  Rose and I looked like we were made-up for some fine formal event, but we only wore our bikinis.  Plus earrings, and spiked pumps.  
	Rose picked up one of the invitations and gave it to me.  I looked at it.  Lace trimmed its edges.  On its outside, written on satin, in cursive, as if for a wedding invitation, was ÒYou are Invited.Ó  I opened it.  The interior was satin too.  ÒTo a Sex Party!Ó was inscribed inside.  Had Chuck Rob received invitations like this when he was governor of Virginia?  Did Bill and Hillary have such invitations secreted away in their ÔfamilyÕ album, the part Chelsea was never permitted to see?  I wondered.  
	ÒDrinks and Food will be Provided, as well as all Necessaries,Ó the invitation went on to say.  ÒAttire is Casual, Preferably a Simple Swimsuit.  Expect to Stay the Night.Ó
	I heard a car approaching within the castleÕs sheltered entryway.  ÒThat should be the the first of them,Ó Rose said to me.
	I laid my invitation on the coffee table in front of the couch.  ÒAlright,Ó I said.  I flicked my crop at her but didnÕt hit her.  ÒI expect you to be on your best behavior,Ó I told her.
	ÒIÕll try,Ó Rose answered.  Then, rising slightly to peer through the parlorÕs windows, whose shades were uncharacteristically drawn back to let in the sunlight, she added, ÒLet me handle the introductions.Ó
	Kelly heard our guests arrive and ran to fetch Louis and Andre and Cheyenne and Polly.  Bambi was away, thankfully.  She would have wound up taking my place as mistress if sheÕd been here.  I let out a little breath of surprise as Louis walked into the room.  Polly was between him and Andre.  She was happily leading them both.  They wore small Speedo swimsuits and Polly had on a tiny bikini.  Like mine, her bikini contained no elastic.  It had to be tied on to stay on, and as a result she had twin bows tied along her hips, to keep her nothing panties on, and another bow at her back to keep her bra on.  Her bra was so light that it didnÕt hold her at all, but merely covered her.  As a result her boobies jiggled at her every slightest movement.  My bosoms were no better contained.  Simply by breathing I put on a show.  My nipples had risen.  I felt their points pressing stiffly into my bra.
	Louis and Andre walked with some embarrassment.  The thought of an orgy had sent their cocks into the stratosphere in terms of erection.  Their small swimsuits could barely contain them.  I feared either of their cocks might pop out into public view at any moment.
	ÒTry to control yourselves, boys.  We have company coming,Ó I said to my Louis, and to Andre.  I lifted the crop a little to hint that I might whack them right across their members if they didnÕt try to calm their erections a little.  They sat down with Polly between them on a couch.  Kelly appeared, her breasts prettily bare, wearing just an apron and black thigh-high stockings.  Plus pumps, of course, and earrings, and her little white maidÕs hat, that matched her apron.  She offered them drinks from a tray.  Then she offered me a drink in turn, showing her bottom unselfconsciously to Louis and Andre as she bent to serve me.  I sat on a couch near theirs, but angled so that she was showing them her bottom as she showed me her breasts.  Taking my drink slowly, I admired her young bosoms as they swayed like ripe fruit hanging from a tree.  Her nipples were as hard as mine.  I brushed my riding crop over thier points.  Kelly shivered.
	ÒYou must serve us, but you must participate too,Ó I told her frankly.  She bit her lip.  I think she was a little scared of the crop, or at least of me wielding it.  
	ÒYes maÕam,Ó Kelly answered me.
	ÒHer bottom is too white,Ó Polly said aloud.  I think she assumed she might get to play with the crop too, since we were friends.  KellyÕs bottom was, of course, perfect.  Her legs were tanned right up to where her panties usually were.  Then, since she in fact had no panties on now, in the parlor, we could admire her bottom crack and her smooth cheeks.
	ÒPolly, IÕm in charge of the crop,Ó I told her, and dismissed Kelly, who left the room, despite her misgivings, sashaying her bottom just as lewdly as she could for Louis and Andre.  Cheyenne entered.  Like myself and Polly and Rose, she wore only a teensy bikini.  She walked to the couch where Louis and Andre sat.  She smoothed her palms under her bottomcheeks, as if smoothing out her dress before she sat down, perhaps thinking that she wore one, moving her hands by force of habit.  Then, realizing she had no dress, she blushed a little and sat down.  Selfconsciously she glanced at Louis, who sat beside her, and saw that his groin was stuffed full with his excited erection.  Her blush increased.  Then, summoning a little courage perhaps, knowing I held a crop, she lightly plucked at the front of LouisÕs nylon swimsuit with her fingers.
	ÒYouÕve got a wet spot on the front of your swimsuit,Ó Cheyenne told Louis.  None of us had gone swimming this morning.  We were wet, if we were wet, from our own juices alone.
	ÒHowÕs your bottom?Ó I asked Cheyenne.  She shifted her seat on the couch, as if to check its condition.
	ÒAll better,Ó she answered me shyly.  ÒAnd yours?Ó  She remembered how Bambi had strapped me after IÕd finished with her.
	ÒThe same,Ó I answered.
	Rose ushered our guests into the room.  A young girl walked in, with long flowing blonde hair that sheÕd decided to bind into twin pigtails.  They were tied off with ribbons.  I wanted to jump up and untie them, she had such lovely hair.  Yet, with her hair caught up into two pigtails she looked like the perfect schoolgirl.  Thankfully she had not braided them.  A simple tug on her ribbons would loose them soon enough.  I would do it myself, if need be.  I felt an animalistic instinct to see her utterly unfettered, with her bikini gone and her hair flying loose, fucking her brains out with her boyfriend.  He wore jeans and a t-shirt.  Perhaps heÕd been uncertain about the dress code and decided to play it safe.  His girlfriend, despite her neat pigtails, had not been permitted a similar degree of modesty.  She wore a very slinky swimsuit that seemed made out of silk.  It shimmered.  I guessed heÕd bought it for her especially for our party.  I wanted to tear it off her.  It sounds awful, but I think RoseÕs instinct for domination had sunk into me during my long days here at the castle.
	ÒSilly boy, didnÕt you know you were just supposed to wear a swimsuit?Ó Rose asked our new male friend.  She reached for his waist and frankly undid his belt buckle.  
	ÒI...wasnÕt...sure,Ó the male responded, his girlfriend looking on, a finger in her mouth, speculatively.  Rose undid his zipper as I heard another car pull up.  She shucked down his pants and we saw that he wore a Speedo swimsuit under his jeans.  
	ÒThere, thatÕs better,Ó Rose smiled.  She helped the young man kick off his jeans and then relished taking his shirt off him.  Kelly appeared, neat in her maidÕs clothes but shocking our guests with her toplessness and her lack of panties.  She bent down, scooped the young manÕs clothes up off the rug, and left.  Rose guided the two of them over to my couch and had them sit down beside me, putting the man closest to me.  
	ÒYou have a nice swimsuit,Ó I told him.  He was erect within his suit and his manhood seemed about to burst through.  I laid my crop over his groin and tapped his penis with three light strokes.  ÒYour girlfriend must not empty you very often,Ó I said to him frankly.  I heard her gasp.  She was young.  Her belly was so young and soft that even though when she exhaled and it bulged a little, she still looked quite slim.  I might have toyed with him more but new guests arrived, and Rose brought them in as well.  I did, however, manage to ask his name.  He was Phil, he told me, and his girlfriend was Dawn.
	Our newest arrivals were a woman in her twenties and her newlywed husband.  They both wore swimsuits, although the man had put on a t-shirt as well.  Rose relieved him of it at once.  The woman had large breasts, big as RoseÕs.  They shared glances, admiring each other and Ôcomparing notes,Õ as one might say, on whose breasts were in fact the largest.  It all happened silently.  Conveniently, we learned that the woman and her husband were named John and Jill.  I knew in the melee that would follow names might be lost, but I wanted at least to try to memorize them.
	A third couple arrived.  A woman close to 30, LouisÕs age, with a man who might have been just a bit younger.  Here it was the woman who had affected a bit of modesty.  She wore a dancerÕs skirt over her bikini panties, sheer but necessary in hotel lobbies and such places.  Here, though, Rose quickly divested her of it.  They sat down on another couch, and Rose sat down with them.  Their names were Bill and Gwen.
	ÒAs you know, none of us will be going swimming,Ó Rose said.  She looked around the room to assure herself that everyone understood.  Kelly appeared and offered drinks to our newest arrivals.  From her unclothed state one could readily see that this would be no ordinary party.  ÒPlease order as many drinks as you wish,Ó Rose told our guests.  ÒIf you need to feel drunk, donÕt hesitate.  The drinks are on the house.Ó  Bill and John and Phil all found their erections becoming an ever greater embarassment as little Kelly served them with her young breasts hanging free.  Her bottom was a sight to behold.  She walked like a little girl whoÕd just discovered its allure, swinging it merrily, feeling its nakedness wobble and clench and jiggle.
	I watched as the men, taking their drinks, swallowed fitfully, feeling their arousal seize them and make their drinking difficult.  The women sipped nervously.  It was all out of their hands.  None had met before.  Names were exchanged, but we all knew names were immaterial here.  I guessed GwenÕs name might be fictitious, chosen just for this occasion.  I thought of making up a name of my own but Rose introduced me as ÒFleurryÓ before I could think one up.
	ÒShe has a crop,Ó Jill, the newlywed, said to Rose, indicating me.  ÒAre we to be punished?Ó
	ÒOnly if you need it,Ó Rose replied.  ÒFleurry will make sure all of us, including me, Ôparty hearty,Õ as they say.Ó
	ÒWe will need...Ó Gwen paused.  Should she breach such a subject so soon?  No matter.  It had to be done.  ÒLubicant, condoms...Ó she let her voice trail off.
	ÒI forgot my Pill,Ó Dawn, the youngest, piped up.
	ÒI told you not to mention that,Ó her boyfriend Phil scolded her.
	ÒWell, I want you to father my child when I have a baby, not somebody else,Ó Dawn answered.  She remided me a little of Polly.  
	ÒI forgot mine too,Ó Polly piped up.  I knew she hadnÕt.  She just wanted to make trouble.  Rose had seen to all her needs this morning.  Rose had made Polly put on a bikini when Polly had insisted, inexplicably, that she must have a one-piece (though Polly usually swam naked in RoseÕs pool.)  I saw that PollyÕs hands had crept to Louis and AndreÕs crotches and she was lightly massaging them, making their erections even worse.  The men, of course, didnÕt complain.
	Kelly appeared and offered Dawn a small powder-blue Pill.  Dawn gazed at it a moment, then let Kelly pop it into her mouth.  Perhaps Dawn hoped to preserve a bit of her modesty by pretending that sheÕd been forced to swallow the pill.  Her boyfriend lifted his drink to her lips and, shivering visibly, her bosoms quaking like jello in her bra cups, Polly sipped the drink and swallowed the Pill.
	ÒAs for lubricant and such, Dawn will provide those when the party begins,Ó Rose said.  She brushed her hair back.  She liked to wait.  The breeze blew in off the ocean beyond the cliff.  It was fresh, with a tang of salt in it.  The morning sun lit up the parlor.  The curtains were open, as if we had nothing to hide.  ÒLetÕs begin with a little background first.  Everyone should be aware of their partnerÕs level of experience which, given weÕll all be partners before the night is through, means we must all know about each other.  Is anyone a virgin here?Ó  A few eyes stole to Polly, who blushed.  She was young, but hardly a virgin, and she had her hands busy fondling Louis and AndreÕs swim trunks.  ÒGood,Ó Rose breathed after a moment.  Kelly appeared with a tray full of crackers topped with exotic cheeses and meats and bits of greens.  ÒAny anal virgins?Ó  
	Dawn blushed and, at her boyfriendÕs insistence, lifting her elbow, she raised her hand.  The other women, including myself, regarded her with a kind of pleasant disdain.  Even Polly had a touch of hauteur about her.  DawnÕs blush deepened.  
	ÒDonÕt worry dear, thereÕs nothing to be shy about,Ó Rose assured Dawn.  ÒWe all were anal virgins once... even the men.Ó  This caused a stir.  The men glanced at each other.  The women giggled.  Dawn lost her blush and felt at ease.
	ÒNow letÕs tell a favorite sexual experience,Ó Rose suggested.  Eating our crackers, sipping wine, we went around the room, telling our stories, our fears, our fantasies and our hopes.  All the while the sun moved slowly within the room, altering the shadows it cast.  Other guests passed quietly by, not interrupting us, but listening, perhaps, for a moment or two, before persuing their own private pleasures.  The castle was mostly empty today, but a few lingered, Brent and his wife, their two young daughters, JoAnn, some others.  Sylvia was no longer with us.  Her master had come at last and taken her away.  I missed her.  I hoped she was happy with him.  She would bear his initials for the rest of her life, the ones IÕd given her, within her bottom cheeks.  I remembered my pussy and the little tattoo I bore from my dinner party with Lady Lalique.  I felt vastly experienced, yet I was only 14.  If I went to a bar they woulndÕt let me drink, and no one would let me drive, or vote, or anything really, yet here within RoseÕs private world I held the crop this morning, and I intended to use it.
	ÒPlease donÕt smack me with that unless I really need it,Ó Dawn said quite seriously to me, leaning forward, her breats full and firm and held lightly by her nothing bra.  She had been speaking, in a high-pitched voice, about how her greatest fear was that sheÕd wind up in a bondage dungeon and be made to serve all the men in it.  
	ÒIÕm sure you will,Ó I replied.  I whacked the crop against my thigh and let out a little screech as I unintentionally hit myself to hard!  She giggled a little.  Her boyfriend ran his fingers down her spine, spiderlike, making her shiver.
	ÒI think weÕre all ready now,Ó Rose said.  SheÕd wanted to feel us out, get our inhibitions into the open and let them be released.  We were all feeling much more comfortable now.  I did not mind when Phil touched my thigh to soothe it and let his hand stray up to my pussy.  I only knew his first name, but he quickly got to know the contours of my most intimate place.  My private.  Dawn watched, let out a little moan of disappointment.
	ÒPhil,Ó she whined.  He took my crop from my fingers and whacked her thigh with it.  She yelped.  He gave the crop back to me and touched her welt with his fingers.  Soon heÕd forgotten her injury and was exploring her pussy outside her swimsuit, even as he continued to explore mine.  
	ÒLetÕs go upstairs,Ó Rose suggested.  ÒUnless anyone would like more to eat?Ó  We shook our heads Ôno.Õ  WeÕd had our fill of crackers or, rather, our appetites were quite forgotten.  Even Polly did not beg for another cracker.  She had stolen a finger within LouisÕs and AndreÕs swimsuits, leaving the rest of her fingers outside, hoping nobody saw.  Of course, Rose saw, and she said, ÒThere are beds and such upstairs.Ó
	We stood up.  ÒPlease take your things off.  I donÕt want us bringing any clothes into the Playroom.  No one ever has violated it in that way, and I donÕt wish us to either,Ó Rose said.  
	ÒBut the windows are open,Ó Jill said.
	ÒSo they are,Ó Rose replied.  ÒYouÕll find yourself doing a few things youÕre not used to here, dear, which is why IÕve asked Fleurry to bring along a crop.Ó  Jill looked at me but said nothing.  In the ensuing silence everyone saw to their own undressing.  I think Rose had spiked the proceedings with a little fear and uncertainty again, which I, at least, didnÕt mind, since I had the crop.  The men pulled down their swimtrunks.  IÕm sure they were glad to be relieved of them.  Their cocks sprang up like soldiers rising to stiff attention.  I wondered if theyÕd be able to muster such fine erections a few hours from now.  In the morning I was sure theyÕd find their swimsuits in the parlor and pull them on wondering how they could ever have found them so confining.  But for now, brimming with passion, they were eager as beavers to be rid of the infernal little suits.  Their cocks glistened with pre-cum and they wanted to stroke themselves to relieve their passion a little but Rose forbid it.  They would have something to put their penises into soon enough.  We girls untied our tops and bottoms.  We couldnÕt help looking at each other and comparing ourselves as our tits and hineys and respective bushes came into view.  
	ÒYours is nice and thick,Ó Dawn said to Gwen frankly, admiring her thatch of pussy hair.
	ÒThanks,Ó Gwen smiled.  It was silly, comparing bushes, but we did it anyway.  Mine was fleecy.  PollyÕs was fleecier still.  She would have been hairless a year ago, too young to play with us.  Now she could proudly show off some hair at least, enough to get her invited.  She took hold of Louis and AndreÕs cocks with a greedy gleam in her eyes.
	ÒDonÕt play with yourselves, men!Ó Polly told my boyfriend and 
Andre.  But they hadnÕt tried to.  She was simply pretending they had, so she could hold their cocks Òfor safekeeping,Ó as she put it.  They did not mind, although I was not especially fond of seeing her lead my boyfriend around by the penis!
	ÒTime to play,Ó Rose said.  Her eyes were bright.  She ushered us from the room.  I was the last to leave.  It was my job to keep an eye on everyoneÕs bottom and make sure they did just as Rose said.  As I left the parlor I turned to see Maria entering it.  How strange it looked to see our swimsuits discarded like forgotten party souveniers upon the floor.  She began straightening the pillows on the couches.  She picked up GwenÕs panties and laid them neatly on the couch.  
	I turned and gazed at the partiers.  Slowly they were trooping up the long wooden staircase that led upstairs, Rose leading the way.  Gwen, who worked as an attorney, followed behind her, her ass swinging freely, leading Phil by the hand, for Rose had insisted as we left the parlor that we each find a new friend to play with.  I walked holding DawnÕs hand, for she seemed a little frightened.  I think she relied on her Phil to tell her what to do and now he was gone, up ahead with a woman older than he, while Bill walked along beside Jill, he and John intending to fuck her together, and telling her so.
	ÒWeÕll go up to the tower,Ó Rose said.  She led us through the upstairs hallway to the very end of it.  There, having moved crossways through the house, not toward the back, she opened a door.  We stepped through it carefully.  There were newly woven spiderwebs inside the door and the floor changed from polished wood to hard stone.  Our heels clicked on the stone and echoed up within the tower.  The men, barefoot, found the stone floor to be cold.  
	Rose led us up a broad circular stairway within the tower.  It was wide, as if whole squads had once had to march up and down it to defend the clifftop from invasion, changing shifts through the night and into the day, never relenting in their service to their Queen.  I didnÕt know much Argentinian history, but I imagined that Queen Elizabath, or somebody, had once relied on her soldiers to defend this corner of the British empire, lest all be lost.  And, I hoped, her soldiers had performed as faithfully as the men amongst us now promised to perform.  With wiggling cocks and quickened breathing they guided us up the stone stairs behind Rose.  John slipped away from Jill and came back to close the door to the tower and see that Dawn and I werenÕt left behind.  I gazed at his erection.
	ÒYouÕre certainly ready,Ó I laughed.  His cock was dripping pre-cum.  He was as hard as the stone floor we were walking on.
	ÒMay I have you first?Ó he asked, his voice gallant.
	ÒAlright,Ó I replied.  ÒBut I must see to the others first.  YouÕll have to wait.Ó
	ÒI donÕt mind,Ó he replied, admiring me.  I blushed.  Dawn peeked around me at his erection as he walked opposite her, his hand on my bottom.  
	ÒHe has a nice one, donÕt you think?Ó I asked her.
	ÒYes,Ó she replied quietly, her lips seeming to catch the ÒyesÓ even as she spoke it, as if she werenÕt sure she should admit such a thing.  Holding her hand, I squeezed it to reassure her.  ÒItÕs okay, you can look at menÕs dicks here without the slightest embarassment.  DonÕt deny yourself.  I intend to make sure that when they come back downstairs theyÕre limp as wet washing, with every drop of their sperm spent inside us.Ó
	ÒOh, youÕre naughty to say such a thing,Ó Dawn replied, but she kept peeking past me at JohnÕs cock.  He proudly displayed himself.  He was cock of our walk, at least, with the other men no less boldly displaying themselves to the girls in front of us.  We walked up the steps without complaint.  I think, given how many there were, we might have been huffing and puffing, under normal conditions.  But before we knew it, watching each other and making our plans, we were at the top of the tower.
	ÒOhh, what a view!Ó Gwen said.  She rushed up to a window and stood on tip-toe and looked out.  We stood within a huge room, with couches at one end and two big beds at the other.  There could be no doubt of our purpose here.  Between the couches stood a coffee table with a vase on it.  Colored condoms sprouted from it, not flowers, while a collection of squirt bottles sitting beside it, labelled ÔKY,Õ waited to be put to use.  Nevertheless, despite our ardor, we ran to the windows and gazed at the sea and the countryside below.
	The windows were high and small.  Perhaps maidens had been confined here once, and their captors feared they might jump, or let down their hair.  No one could get through these little windows, however.  We had to take turns and share the view as best we could.  The shorter girls had to be lifted up by the men so they could see out.  We were all buck naked, the menÕs cocks hard, our pussies hungry, but we took a moment to gaze down at the sights below.  
	ÒThis is the last usable tower,Ó Rose said.  ÒThe others are propped up to keep them from falling over onto my house, but theyÕre unsafe to play in.  Here, thanks to some refurbishment my uncle did years ago, we can enjoy ourselves.  But first you men must try out the bathroom,Ó Rose laughed.  To my surprise she led them over to a small round hole into the wall of the tower.  It was waist high.  It let daylight through.  A space had been carved from the wall so that a man could stand within it and put his penis into the hole in the stone and actually feel it make contact with the open air outside.  I guessed the stone where the compartment had been cut was no more than half an inch thick.  
	ÒThe guards got tired of trudging up and down the steps to pee,Ó Rose said.  ÒAnd men are not much for emptying chamberpots.  So they cut this little place from the wall, and drilled a hole through it, so a man could relieve himself without going downstairs.  Would you like to try it, men?Ó she asked.  We all laughed as, one by one, each of the men went up to the hole and stuck his penis through it and peed.  ÒWatch out, the pigeons sometimes think theyÕre seeing a worm!Ó Rose warned.  Phil, the first to try his luck with the hole, wanted to back out when he heard RoseÕs warning, but I was quick with my crop and whacked him hard and made him stand and pee just as sheÕd suggested.  Each of the other men were made to go in turn.  They seemed a little nervous, a few of them, but the pigeons, if they did see the cocks, must have felt they were too much of a mouthful to attempt.
	ÒI have to pee too,Ó Polly announced.  
	ÒYou donÕt have a penis,Ó I pointed out to her.
	ÒBut I still have to go-ooo,Ó she replied, and clapped her hands to her pussy to convince me she really had to.
	ÒAs to that,Ó Rose said, lifting a finger and walking with light steps to the nearest bed, Òwe have a chamber pot.Ó  She drew it out and Polly went to it and happily sat down, though she wished we wouldnÕt all look at her as she did so.  We looked anyway.
	ÒNow I CANÕT pee,Ó Polly complained.  I touched my crop to her back and let her know some pee better appear pretty soon or sheÕd find herself bottom-up over the pot.  
	ÒI STILL canÕt go,Ó Polly said.  
	ÒThen let me,Ó Gwen said.  Polly stood and I drew her aside for punishment.  Gwen sat and peed despite all the eyes admiring her.  ÒSee?  ItÕs easy, dear,Ó Gwen told Polly.  Polly stood beside me, watching, a finger in her mouth and my hand planted firmly on her bottom, pressing the crop to it, to keep her still.
	ÒI must go too,Ó Jill said, and sat down next and contributed her share to the pot.  Then Rose went, and finally Dawn.  The men emptied the pot out a window afterwards.  Rose took a moist cloth from a steamer and passed it around to all the females whoÕd gone and they wiped themselves with it.  There was no running water up here in the tower but, fortunately, a warmer with a bin of soft, hot wet cloths was in a corner, run by a battery, and we could all resort to it to wipe up when we felt the need.  If we ran out of cloths Kelly, who would have to run up and down the stairs at intervals to get us whatever we needed, would bring more.  At the moment Kelly, who would not be spared participating in the party just like the rest of us, stood modestly to one side.  She alone still wore her clothes as a sign of her service.  They did nothing, of course, to keep her charms from falling into the hands of the men.  Already John, whoÕd promised to wait for me, was palming her bottom, making her squirm a little, although she tried very hard to be modest and maid-like.
	We sat down on the couches.  At RoseÕs insistence we picked up the squirt bottles of KY and vaseline and began preparing each other for the festivities.  The men were squirted first.  It was amazing to watch as the girls aimed and squirted at their cocks, often from below, getting the vaseline all over their balls and not worrying the least about ruining the couch.  I laughed as Dawn and I both did John.  Kelly, who I made stand in front of us, I did next.  I lifted up her apron and frankly squirted vaseline all over her pussy.  Then I replaced her apron.  ÒGo fetch a condom from the vase,Ó I told her.  She turned, walked a few steps, and plucked out a condom.  She returned to me and I told Dawn to put the condom on John.  He laughed as she tried to fit it to him.  She admitted sheÕd never put a condom on a man before.  Her boyfriend had always fucked her just as he was.
	ÒWell, we must at least attempt to be safe,Ó I told her.  I helped her put the condom on, our breasts jiggling as we did it, the two of us laughing.  Kelly stood watching.  
	ÒAlright, sir, you have three pussies and one dick,Ó I said to John as soon as he was armed for battle.  ÒHow do you propose to satisfy us?Ó  I fingered my crop to let him know I would accept no excuses.
	ÒYou mean, ah, you want me to, ah, bring you all off?  All three of you?Ó John asked.  He glanced at his wife, sitting across from him, but she was busily putting a condom on Louis.  Well, if she were going to do my boyfriend, I was certainly going to do hers.  Polly, who still needed to be punished for not peeing when she said she must, had been turned around by Rose and was being fitted into a bondage glove.  She stood with her legs quaking but unprotesting otherwise.  Gwen, perhaps in collusion with Rose, had knelt in front of her and clasped her thighs.  She was, very lightly, kissing PollyÕs pussy.  Phil, DawnÕs boyfriend, stood beside Gwen, his penis at the height of her head.  He had just been fitted with a rubber and stood ready for battle.  
	Rose yanked back on the glove, tying it off to PollyÕs arms.  Polly winced and let out a little yelp.  The glove, hooked round her shoulders by straps, lifted her bosoms obscenely.  She had high breasts to begin with, but with the glove on they looked like twin offerings to the God of Love, or War, as the case might be, given she must be punished.  Her nipples, sweet and young and marvelously stiff, presented themselves to PhilÕs eyes like treats.  He lifted a hand and plucked at them.  Polly whimpered and begged him to stop.  Rose knotted her glove tightly closed so that PollyÕs arms were bound straight behind her, together, unable to move.  She was like a mummy now, with her bosoms bobbing in front of her, utterly free and unprotected, and her little pussy available for plunder by Gwen.  The older woman stabbed her tongue into PollyÕs pussy and my friend let out a whine of distress and pleasure.  Oh, how I longed to play with her!  But I had John to instruct.  He was randy as a stallion before a race.  I flicked his rubberized cock with my crop and watched delightedly as it sprang up and down like a flagpole.
	ÒYes, all three of us, Johnnie-boy, with that big stiff cock of yours,Ó I said.  ÒTurn around, Kelly, I want you to have him first.  YouÕre going to have to do a lot of work tonight, serving us, and itÕs only fair you get yours now,Ó I told her.  She eyed my crop anxiously.
	ÒYouÕre not going to hit me with that if I turn around, are you?Ó she asked.
	ÒWhy not?Ó I replied.  ÒItÕs mine.  IÕm sure John will fuck you even more zestily if he sees you cry a little first.  Show us your bottom, Kelly.  You didnÕt feel any embarassment waggling it about downstairs.Ó  I snapped my crop against her thigh to show her I meant business.  Reluctantly she turned around and I found myself staring directly into her clenching cheeks.  They were white and satiny and unmarked.  ÒBend over, silly.  Do you think I want you to moon me?Ó I told her.  She leaned forward after a momentÕs hesistation and put both her hands on the coffee table.  
	ÒI- I think IÕm going to fart, maÕam,Ó Kelly told me.  And she did.  Just like that.  Right into my face.  ÒIÕm sorry!Ó she quickly apologized.  Dawn and I held our noses.
	ÒThat wasnÕt polite, Kelly,Ó I said.  I gave her a swift crack of my crop right on my heinie.
	ÒPlease, Fleurry!Ó Kelly moaned.  She raised up on her toes.  A bright red mark appeared on her bottom.  
	ÒDonÕt stand with your legs so tightly together,Ó I told her.  ÒHow do you expect John to get his thing up you?  I expect youÕll be tight enough as it is, without you clipping your legs together.Ó  I gave her another swat with my crop.  She let out a sighing hiss through clenched teeth and raised up on her tippie toes again.  When sheÕd recovered she parted her legs as wide as she could.  
	ÒThere, John, sheÕs all ready, oiled and everything,Ó I told him.  He presented his cock to her.  
	ÒDonÕt hit me,Ó he said.  His rump was in my face now, hairy and wonderful with its crack running the length of it, tensing as he began his entry.
	ÒYes, John, to keep you going,Ó I replied.  ÒBut get yourself up her first.  Right up, John.  I know sheÕs tight, but you can manage it.Ó  I gave him a little admonitory crack to encourage his complaince.  
	ÒDawn, I want you to put that pretty little mouth of yours to work,Ó I said to the girl beside me.  Despite her innocent-looking pigtails I put a hand to the back of her head and arched my hips forward on the couch and drew her mouth down to my pussy.  I thought she would resist.  But, perhaps fearing my crop, she began lapping at my cunny like a fawn bending to lap at a stream.  I shivered.  She was so soft, so compliant.  I tickled her boobies.  They hung just off my thigh, scraping the couch a little as she bent to her work.  I pinched them.  Dawn sighed a moany complaint but did not stop licking me.  
	I inhaled the musky scent from PhilÕs wonderful ass as he sweated and got himself up inside Kelly.  ÒOkay, IÕm ready,Ó he told me at last.  Did he wish to be whipped?  I did not bother to ask.  I drew my hand back and, admiring his clenching buttocks for a moment, I let fly with the crop.
	ÒYeeeow!Ó Phil howled.  Kelly bounced as his cock rammed even deeper into her, driven by the whack from my crop.  She moaned loudly.  I swung again.  
	ÒRam her, baby!Ó I told Phil.  My own voice was breathy from KellyÕs lickings.  Nonetheless, depite an increasingly unsteady hand as my own orgasm mounted, I set about flaying PhilÕs bottom.  Each stroke made a new red mark.  He shunted himself up and back within Kelly.  She screeched at the depth of his assault.  I think he was pounding her more deeply than any man ever had.  She tried to rise to lessen the depth of his poundings but he forced her down, then down more, until her face was flat against the coffee table.  
	Polly, meanwhile, had been rigged up in the bed so that her bottom rested on a bolster, while her arms lay tied uselessly underneath her.  Her 13-year-old breasts offered themselves on her chest like ripe cherries.  Her legs were drawn apart and tied off to the ends of the bed.  Gwen, who had been mouthing her pussy, had been replaced by Jill.  Polly seemed not the least interested in having women invade her cunny with their tongues but she was helpless to do anything about it.  She screamed and moaned and protested and, not coincidentally, cried out as an orgasm seized her, followed closely behind by another.  Rose promised her that after all the women had enjoyed her, the men would too.  Polly sobbed but I knew that somewhere, deep down, sheÕd find she enjoyed it all.  At least I hoped she would. 
	John spent inside Kelly.  I drew him out.  I removed his condom as Kelly stood and straightened her apron and her maidÕs hat.  I lifted DawnÕs lips from my pussy and emptied JohnÕs condom into her mouth.  ÒThere, little baby, a treat for your hungry tummy,Ó I told her.  She wanted to protest, I think, but knew better and let me empty all of JohnÕs seed into her.  I made her swallow it.  There was a little that had fallen on her nose and I kissed it away.
	ÒKelly, now that youÕve been fucked you must go back to your maid duties,Ó I told her. ÒDo them properly or IÕll have you over my knee with my crop teaching you manners.Ó  She curtsied.  
	ÒYes,m,Ó she replied.  Immediately she left my presence, happily, IÕm quite sure, walking a little awkwardly because of her fucking by John.  I watched her bottom.  It jiggled nakedly, with two stripes laid on it from my crop.  She got a tray of drinks, brought up meantime by Maria, and offered them about.  Nobody seemed much interested in them at the moment, although Rose took one and thanked her and examined her bottom briefly, to see her new marks.
	ÒI see Fleurry is doing just as I trained her,Ó Rose said.  ÒGood.  And Maria is helping you too.  Keep up the good work, Kelly.  IÕll make you domme someday, if I can ever get over seeing how cute you look in that maidÕs hat!Ó
	I put Dawn in place of Kelly over the coffee table.  I didnÕt bother to put a new condom on John.  He did it himself, growing (literlly) expectant at the sight of Dawn made ready for him.
	ÒDawn, IÕm going to give you just a little spanking to make you weepy and to make John big and hard,Ó I told her.  
	ÒOkay,Ó she lisped.  She was so nice.  She let me do anything I wanted.  She had an absolutely adorable bottom.  It was high and firm and I knew it would bounce very sweetly when I laid the crop across it.  It matched her schoolgirl pigtails perfectly.  I drew my crop back and let it fly.
	ÒOh!Ó Dawn shouted.  I donÕt know if sheÕd ever been whipped before.  I gave her another before she could try to clap her hands over her bottom.  
ÒOh!  Oh!Ó she cried out again.  I found myself so entranced by her shocked response that I let three more swift cracks fly.  Then John, whoÕd grown massively hard in just seconds of watching, got in my way, and my next strike, aimed at Dawn, hit him instead!  He was oblivious to the pain.
	And so it proceeded.  Rising up after hitting John very hard several times, which did nothing to interrupt his fucking of Dawn, he was so eager, I proceeded around the room.  I found my friends utterly entranced with each other.  Their nude bodies hugged each other and the females eagerly found themselves impaled upon their newly-met boyfriends of the moment.  I dished out a crack here and there with my crop.  Female bottoms felt me, and male ones, I hit a few tummies and whacked some thighs.  Nobody seemed to notice, except to cry out and keep fucking.  Even little Polly, when I bounced the crop off her tummy, only howled and arched her pussy more so Phil, who now tongued her, could fuck her more deeply.  
	The long hours of the day passed quickly by.  There was no abatement of the fucking.  When cocks were spent I insisted, with RoseÕs help, that hands and mouths and even feet be used instead.  Drinks were passed around by Kelly to keep everyone in a sprightly mood.  As evening settled and the room grew dark Kelly lit oil lamps to give everyone just enough light to see by, so they could tell whether it was the female Dawn or Jill or Gwen, or some other female, who lay moaning underneath them or riding atop them.
	As the night wore on and spirits flagged I used my crop to inspire new emotion.  I did not spare anyone.  Even Rose found herself upended on the bed, with her bottom high and her face pressed into the pillows, with me flaying away on her to make her feel something, anything, be it passion or pathos.
	What a sight we were the next morning when we shambled, like walking wounded, into the parlor to retrieve our swimsuits.  Maria was there, tidying up, and we came like dead from the morgue into her presence.  All of us, even me, bore weals from the crop.  Our neatly tanned limbs were marked and tired.  My breasts felt like leaden weights on my chest, although still perched high and lovely.  I had hickeys on them, as did most of the other girls.  There were pinch marks on my bottom, not to mention the marks left by the crop.  My pussy felt like it would complain just from being touched by my swimsuit.  I bent and picked up my panties and tied them on with weary fingers.  The suit did feel abrasive against me.  I wanted no more touchings, or fuckings, or even kisses from heartfelt lovers.  The men were no better off.  Thier cocks, so hugely hard the morning before, could have passed for babyÕs penises now, or old menÕs.  WeÕd made sure they were completely empty before we let them come down.  Even Andre, who in his youth had made a last minute stand for maleness, had been vigorously pumped off right at the top of the steps, with us girls kneeling to receive the last of his tribute.  
	Sperm slathered my thighs and was caked around my mouth.  The men put on their suits and found that they fitted quite well, thank you, with plenty of room in front, at least until nightfall.  Our guests departed.  I think we wanted to give each other final kisses but we were all too tired.  In my sleepiness I found Polly, who IÕd spanked fiercely upstairs, putting her hand into mine.
	ÒIÕm sleepy,Ó she said.  She wanted me to accompany her upstairs.  Other guests might encounter her and, not knowing her condition, might try to rape her.  
	ÒYouÕre not mad at me for spanking you?Ó I asked her.  She felt her bottom.  
	ÒItÕs very sore,Ó Polly said to me.  ÒBut I still hate you.Ó
	ÒYou STILL hate me?Ó I asked.
	ÒYes, IÕm too little to be here but you made me come anyway,Ó Polly said.  ÒSo I hate you.  But tuck me in bed anyway.  And read me a story too.Ó
	ÒI canÕt read you a story.  IÕm dead,Ó I said to her.  Despite her sleepiness she drew her hand back and, although sheÕd not struck me upstairs in the tower, always finding herself in the role of prisoner, she whacked me hard on my bottom.
	ÒYeeeoch!Ó I shouted.  I threw my hips forward and felt my boobs shake.
	ÒStory!Ó Polly yelled.
	ÒCome on, IÕll throw you out the window if you do that again,Ó I said to her.  I marched her upstairs and took her to her bed and put her in it.  Drawing up the covers, I kissed her nose.  ÒCan I sleep with you?Ó I asked.  ÒIÕm too tired to go to my own room.Ó  My legs, okay a moment before, felt as if they were about to buckle.
	ÒMmmm, whatever,Ó Polly said.  She kissed me back.  I yanked down her covers and slithered in beside her.  I was greedy for sleep.  I embraced her, she was asleep already.  I fell asleep with my face on her bosom.  Rose, I think, came in later, and drew our covers up.

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