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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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CAPTIVE COCK

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         He was all ready for another tough day of practise.  He looked at himself in the locker room mirror.  He was one hard mother fucker, he had to admit.  He had swarthy good looks and an excellent build, built for action.  His football uniform made him look even tougher.
         Greg grinned at himself.  He turned from the mirror and, with his usual swagger, headed out of the locker room for the field.  He adjusted his jock strap as he walked.  It was rumored among the team that he had the biggest cock and, while he wasnÕt sure (he didnÕt exactly stand around measuring the other players), he knew he wasnÕt small when it came to the penis department.  The guys had nicknamed him ÒGreg Cocker,Ó in honor of the size of his cock and the 60Õs singer.  He wished sometimes, though, as he adjusted his jock strap, that heÕd not been given such a big one by God because it did make it rather uncomfortable for him when he stiffened inside his jock strap.
         Lately heÕd been stiffening a lot.  His wife had left him and, free of her, heÕd gone back to his high-school ways, sowing his seeds and leaving a trail of broken hearts behind him.  With a casual air of conquest he noticed two females dead ahead as he emerged from the MenÕs Locker Room.  One was blonde, the other had very dark brown hair, almost black.  They both had long hair, the blonde halfway down her back and the brunette almost down to her waist, like Elvira.
         Greg laughed to himself.  If this was Elvira sheÕd become awfully young and cute.  The girls turned from gazing through a window at the men out on the field and looked at him.  He realized with a start that they were both quite young.  Junior high girls, not even high school.  Too bad.  Just two little autograph hounds.  No chance for sex with them.  If theyÕd been just a few years older, he assured himself, he would have had them flat on their backs after practise and, if they werenÕt careful, pregnant by morning.
         ÒHello, Greg,Ó the waif-like blonde said to him as he came up to them.  They looked like two small children standing beneath him, rising in height barely to his chest.  And they were tall for their age, both with extremely long legs that they didnÕt mind showing under Catholic school girl skirts that looked as if theyÕd been shortened.
         ÒYes, girls, what can I do for you?Ó Greg asked with the weary air of a star whoÕs long since lost interest in signing his name for people.
         ÒCocker,Ó the brunette with hair that was almost jet black said to him.  She had her hand lifted halfway to her chest, as if unsure where to place it, and her index finger was curled slightly, as if she might reach out and unzip his fly.
         Greg tried to force a laugh.  ÒArenÕt you two girls a little young to be knowing my nickname?Ó he asked.  ÒMy last name is Cook, not Cocker.Ó
         ÒMmmm, Greg Cook, football player extraordinaire, on and off the field,Ó the brunette agreed.  Greg realized she wasnÕt at all ready to let go of the sex analogies.  There was something mesmerizing in her attitude, he realized.  She had a diminutive frame, the exact opposite of his.  Her shoulders were extremely narrow and frail.  Her arms were slender and her face was almost elfin, it was so cute, with large liquid brown eyes that seemed to possess some kind of a dark inner fire.  Of couse, they shared one similarity.  He had a massive chest and, despite being no more than 13-years-old, the brunette had two large plump bosoms that rose from her chest and seemed to poke at his belly, demanding attention.  The girl moved and her breasts jutted forward with her movement.  She tossed her hair back, casually, deliberately, and again her hand seemed to hover in anticipation of unzipping his fly.
         Greg knew he needed to ask these girls to let him sign quickly or he might find himself in trouble with more than just his ex-wife.  
         ÒI got to hurry, girls.  You got pads or something I can sign for you?Ó
         ÒDo you think weÕre wearing padded bras, dearest Greg?Ó the brunette asked with a sly grin.  Now she was really getting under his skin.  He expected females to worship him, no matter what their age.  Hell, if they were as young as these two they should be falling all over him, not behaving as this impish little (but well-busted) brunette was.
         ÒI donÕt really care if your fucking bra is padded or not,Ó Greg said in a harsh whisper to the brunette.  He was sure that would floor her.  NO female ever wanted to cross Greg Cocker, at least not before sheÕd gotten a taste of his assets.  Afterward, maybe, after he dumped her, or philandered around after promising her he wouldnÕt.  But not before.  Before was always, ÒI worship the ground you tread, the urinal you release your pee into.Ó  
         ÒGee, you look awfully tight down there,Ó the blonde said in a suggestive voice to Greg.  She was gazing quite directly at his groin.  She was as small in her build as the brunette, with that noticable exception the brunette sported so lasciviously, a knockout pair of knockers.  She looked even younger, 12 at most, but Greg knew girls started growing tits these days at age 8 or 9 so it was improbable, but not impossible, that a girl her age might be very well outfitted by the 7th grade.
         ÒLook, girls,Ó Greg said.  He wasnÕt going to try to intimidate them.  That obviously only excited them to take greater liberties with his temper.  He was going to be calm and cool and get these two cherry bombs Ôsigned off,Õ as they say in the trade of groupies and grubbing boys who think once theyÕve managed to meet a star they can take him home and keep him (or at least dominate the next hour and a half of his life).  ÒWhat did you do, travel miles and miles to meet me?Ó Greg asked.  ÒI appreciate that.  And youÕre probably skipping school to do it.  And youÕll probably get in trouble when you get back.Ó  He eyed their skirts.  ÒEspecially for making your skirts as short as you have.  But IÕve got to be on my way, okay?  Show me your pads and give me a pen and IÕll sign my name for you.Ó
         ÒOh, we werenÕt hoping youÕd sign with a pen,Ó the blonde said in a rather gushy voice, getting visibly excited.  But the brunette kept her cool.
         ÒWhat else could I sign with?Ó Greg asked in a voice that sounded rather like a snarl.  These two were getting on his nerves.
         ÒWell, thereÕs something else which does put out fluid,Ó the brunette smirked.  Greg couldnÕt believe that.  Were these girls here to worship him or to make fun of him?  The brunette reached out her hand and, swishing back her long hair again, making it seem like an accident, she brushed her hand across his cock.
         This was not a painless maneuver for Greg.  HeÕd been stiffening in his jockstrap from the moment heÕd first seen the girls (thinking them older), and now, as this damnable brunette actually touched him, touched him there, his cock popped a massive boner that made him think he was going to split his jock strap.  Of course his strap was tight and made to keep him well down, not to permit him the freedom of an erection.  So this little brunette with her newly grown bosoms, which she liked so much to flaunt, had suddenly put Greg into a painful state of erection inside his tight football pants and his even tighter jock strap.
         ÒGod damn!Ó Greg said.  He was forced, right in front of these two young waifs, to reach down and adjust his jockstrap.
         ÒOhhh, your pants really look too tight,Ó the blonde said, apparently with honest intent, for her eyes were large and innocent as she spoke.  But the brunette, with her equally large eyes, continued to regard Greg with a malicious air, enjoying putting him into a cocked-up state in his pants and laughing, it seemed, at the condition he was now in.
         Greg figured it was time to give in to these girls and just be totally blunt and direct.  ÒOkay, you win, girls,Ó he said.  ÒWhat do you want me to do, take out my dick and write with it, right here, with the coach waiting for me and the guys wondering where I am and about to come looking for me?  Should I just drop my pants and take off my jock strap and just produce my erection for you, and write on your little pads for you?Ó
         ÒWe forgot our pads,Ó the brunette said.  She wriggled and her bosoms shook.  ÒWe donÕt need them.Ó
         ÒCould you?Ó the blonde giggled.  ÒCould you write it right on our bellies?Ó  She lifted her shirt, a starched, buttoned white uniform shirt, and showed Greg her small little navel.  Greg frowned.  The blonde apparently didnÕt have the best grasp of the male anatomy.  Apparently she believed he was possessed of some quick-drying seed, like a pen was, and that he could simply ejaculate his signature onto her stomach and it would instantly dry and she could take it back to her school and show it to all the girls.
         The brunette, Greg guessed, was a little more knowledgeable.  She eyed him from the height of his chest but her shortness did little to deter her.  ÒWe donÕt want your autograph,Ó the brunette said.  She looked down at GregÕs bulging groin and then back up at him.  ÒWe want to torture you.  We want to torture... your cock.Ó
         What in GodÕs name was this, Greg asked himself.  He knew girls of today were more forward than in his time, when he lorded himself over his junior high, long ago, using girls up like kleenexes.  But what in GodÕs name was this?  Some girl, no more than 13, with her hymen probably still intact, telling him she wanted to torture his cock?  Senator Exon was right.  These girls were reading too much crap on the Net and it was high time they went back to doing the the three RÕs.  Reading (well... not that one), writing (well... not to Men on the Net) and Ôrithmatic.  Yes, that one seemed okay.  Unless they were doing the math simply to check up on the abilities of the Pentium in their computer so it wouldnÕt fuck up their chat messages and their e-mail.
         Greg bent forward a little.  He put his hands on his hips and he looked down at the brunette.  He scowled.  He felt like taking this little impish brunette and putting her apple-round ass over his knee and paddling it.  ÒSo you want to torture my cock, do you?Ó He asked.  The brunette shivered but seemed excited by his question, by his scowl.  
         ÒYes, I do,Ó she laughed.  Still she had the luminous eyes with the fire of Hell in them, Greg mused.  Even now, with him twice her size and feigning that he was thinking of snapping her small frame in two.  Gulping slightly, the brunette reached out and touched the zipper on his football pants.  And then, quite deliberately, never mind that they were standing in the middle of the hall, the girl actually tugged on his zipper.  He was unzipped.  Not all the way, just halfway.  The brunette looked up from his zipper at him.
         Greg felt himself in the clutches of SatanÕs daughter.  He could feel a gasp coming from somewhere within the bellows of his chest.  He was possessed with this girl, suddenly.  A moment ago sheÕd just been somebodyÕs child.  SomebodyÕs young teen.  A girl he was trying to get rid of as fast as possible.  Yet now he felt he couldnÕt leave her.  No.  That wasnÕt possible anymore.  If he walked away now, she would haunt his mind.  Most girls lingered in the stands, watching the players, but somehow he knew if he walked away at this moment she wouldnÕt grant him that favor.  The blonde might, but not this wicked-eyed brunette.  SheÕd disappear and heÕd never see her again but heÕd always be thinking about her.  HeÕd never seen such a small, diminutive, young girl with such a well-possessed manner.  She was like some kind of wicked poison, brewed by his ex-wife and sent to haunt his nights just as he was sure his philandering had left her lying haunted and bereft in the marriage bed in their home.
         Was this his penalty?  Greg asked himself.  To suddenly find himself tortured by some cherry-bomb waif?  He found himself in a quandary.  If he left, walked away, heÕd see her forever, in his mind, and want her, and her eyes would be laughing at him, saying, ÒYes, Greg, you missed the best.  I may have been only 13, but you missed the best dish of your life, and let some other more worthy man have me.Ó  Yet, if he accepted her, if he didnÕt get her damn little fingers of his zipper, sheÕd promised him sheÕd Òtorture his cock.Ó  That phrase, revolting as it seemed at first, began to itch at him.  HeÕd always had females falling all over him to please him.  What did this small child mean, sheÕd Ôtorture his cock?Õ  What, like in the inquisition or something?  Was she some high priestess of Witchery?  Some wayward Nun?  Greg felt himself tremble a little as he regarded her.  She looked up at him.  And then, again quite deliberately, the girl unzipped his pants the rest of the way.
         ÒI do hope IÕm permitted into your locker room today, you swine,Ó Greg heard from behind him.  Instantly he knew who it was.  The damnable reporter from The Sporting Herald, who insisted that, even though she was a woman, she had every right to be in the menÕs locker room, just as any male reporter was.  Greg grabbed at his crotch and yanked up his zipper.  Unfortunately in his haste he failed to check that his jock-strapped cock was completely inside his fly-hole.  The zipper his a portion of his cock which had managed to bulge thru the hole and Greg let out a howl as the zipper bit into his manhood.
         ÒOoooch!Ó Greg said in a voice that sounded like a male belching.  With his hands still on his fly, he turned around.  
         ÒMeeting your fans?Ó the woman reporter asked.  Greg gritted his teeth.
         ÒTheyÕre not MY fans,Ó he said sternly.  How dare she imply that his fans were sex-kitten girls barely out of primary school?
         ÒMind if I go in your locker room now that there are no men in it?Ó the reporter asked.  
         ÒI guess not,Ó Greg answered.  ÒIÕm not in charge of locker room policy,Ó he said.
         ÒPerhaps, if I canÕt interview you men directly, I can at least sniff out your strategy for this weekendÕs game,Ó the reporter said.  
         ÒIÕm sure you can,Ó Greg replied.
         ÒOhhh, can we go in too?Ó the blonde 12-year-old asked.
         ÒNo, little girls arenÕt permitted in a menÕs locker room,Ó the reporter answered.  Then she turned and, with a sly backward cock of her head, added, ÒEnjoy your fans, Cooker.Ó  
         She didnÕt say it.  She wouldnÕt, in front of the two little girls.  But Greg knew she was saying it, although being discreet in doing so.  ÔEnjoy your fans, Cocker,Õ thatÕs what she really meant.  As if he was some kind of child molester.  Well, he wasnÕt.  HeÕd whisk these two girls away and then heÕd be out on the field, running, tackling, showing the other guys what the word ÔdirtÕ really meant.  And what it tasted like, too.
         Greg turned around.  The girls were gone.  He experienced a sudden sense of loss, like falling out of an airplane with no parachute.  He was shocked that he did.  Yet, he did, there was no question about it.  Where had they gone?  That lusciously gushy blonde and her compatriot, the devilish brunette?  How could they disappear so fast?  Well, Greg reminded himself, they were children.  Kids could disappear pretty fast.  He frowned at himself for wishing they handÕt left and yet now he was free, wasnÕt he?  HeÕd told himself he wanted to be rid of them and yet now, already, he could see that dazzling brunette, in his mind, talking to one of his teammates, or perhaps, even, to some player from the incoming team that theyÕd play against this weekend.  Tweaking his zipper, telling him her tall tales of how she desired to torture his cock.
         ÒNo,Ó Greg said aloud to himself.  That damn girl wasnÕt going to cuckold him like that.  HeÕd seen her before any of the other guys and he wasnÕt going to allow himself to be humiliated like that.  HeÕd been a nerd in elementary school.  It was only in junior high that heÕd flowered.  His uncle had taught him how to lift weights and then his body had kicked in, giving him hormones, and suddenly heÕd gone from being a runt to being a God.  But he still remembered how, in grade school, the other boys had gotten the better of him and the girls had passed him by.  It had left a mark on him.  A mark heÕd assauged perhaps to well, by laying every girl he could, to the point of wrecking his marriage with his wife.  Now, it seemed, the circle had closed, and that damn brunette had been sent by some wicked Goddess, some skein-weaving Fate, to destroy him no matter which way he turned.
         ÒOh, Greg,Ó he heard.  He was advancing down the hall and now he stopped.  He turned around.  It was the brunette.  ÒReady to have your cock tortured?Ó she asked him.
         Greg stared at the girl.  The blonde, soft and nubile, seemed to float beside her, like some angel who might rescue him at the last moment.  The brunette stared back.  Her eyes were like dark sapphires and he knew sheÕd gotten her talons into him.  Without even touching him, except on his zipper.  SheÕd won.  HeÕd lost his ability to resist her.  If he walked away, sheÕd cuckold him.  If he stayed, he was expected to produce his penis for her.  
         Greg walked toward the girls, hoping to intimidate them.  But they held their ground.  He decided to deal with the brunette bluntly again.  Perhaps that would shatter this awful web he was finding himself descending into.
         ÒWhere do you want to torture me?Ó Greg asked.  ÒMy cock, I mean.  Do you want to torture it right here, in the hall?Ó  The brunette smiled.  She reached for his big arm with both of hers and she found his hand.  Lightly she pulled upon it and, like putty, like some kind of big Gumby, Greg let his arm be tugged forward by her little hands.
         ÒCome along,Ó the brunette smiled up at Greg.  She said nothing else.  She turned, the blonde turned.  The blonde took GregÕs other hand.  
         ÒWhew!  It STINKS in there!Ó Greg heard the woman reporter hollar, emerging from the MenÕs Locker Room, but Greg was already around the corner of the hall, being led by the girls out to the parking lot.

         Greg found himself in a medical building, in one of the rooms upstairs, and heÕd agreed to undress and he was now sitting, wrapped in just a towel, on the edge of a gynecological table.  TabithaÕs dad was a doctor.  He apparently was going to be her first patient.  Greg mused over the girlÕs name.  Tabitha.  That was an excellent name for the damn little brunette.  She was indeed like something straight out of Bewitched.  And the blonde wasnÕt badly named either.  Gwen.  Her name reminded him of the good witch in the wizard of Oz, although he couldnÕt remember exactly if that indeed had been the witchÕs name.  Sugar and Spice would have been good names too, Greg mused, straight out of Batman Forever, one girl good, the other bad, one naughty, the other nice.
         The nice one appeared first.  She walked into the examining room wearing just her bra and her too-short schoolgirlÕs dress, plus her bobby socks and shoes.  She had barrettes in her hair and she had pinned on a nurseÕs cap.  She was holding a tablet, but Greg doubted that putting his name on it for her would get him out of the jam he now found himself in.  His cock was too stiff for that.  It was sticking up from between his legs and jutting into his towel, lifting it, showing itself despite his attempts to keep himself modest in front of these girls.
         ÒIs this topless day at the doctorÕs offic?Ó Greg asked wryly.  He was in the clutches of these vixens now and he figured he may as well try to have a sense of humor about his situation.  If anybody found him with them, it would be curtains for him.  Off the playing field and into the prison yard.  The building was stuffed with people.  HeÕd gotten an odd look coming in, not because of his football uniform (players did get injured sometimes) but because his two companions were so young.  Catholic schoolgirls werenÕt usually the sorts of people who accompanied a football player with a torn tendon to the hospital.  
         Yet now, tucked away in the middle of the building, in a suite of offices TabithaÕs dad leased, they were safe, for the moment.  Her dad had gone to a medical conference and, rather than pay his staff to loaf while he was gone, he closed the place.  Greg wondered what heÕd think if he knew his daughter had reopened it, with herself and her friend as the nurses.
         ÒHmmm, and what seems to be ailing you today, Sir?Ó Gwen asked Greg.  Then she eyed his stiff cock prodding at the underside of his towel.  ÒOh, I see.  Cockitis.  Yes, thatÕs a terrible affliction in young men.Ó  The girl began writing on her pad.  Greg watched her hand move fluidly across the pad.  Her breasts, captive in her bra, but with much of her tit flesh showing, for the cups seemed to have been outgrown by them, jiggled.  Greg looked at her belly where sheÕd asked him to write his name with his sperm.  He wondered if the panties she wore underneath her short skirt were white like her bra was.
         Tabitha entered the room.  She had removed her blouse too, and wore a slinky black bra that obviously had come from a lingerie store.  It hadnÕt been outgrown.  There was hardly anthing to outgrow.  It barely contained TabbyÕs tits and it was made of a soft chiffon thru which Greg could see her pink nipples.  Tabby had tied her hair back in a pony tail.  As she padded into the room, her heels clicking, her hair flouncily bouncing in a tail in back of her, her chest juddered with eye-popping appeal.
         Suddenly, with a sinking feeling, Greg realized both girls were virgins.  Only virgins would put on this kind of an elaborate show.  They were hiding their fear of sex, disguising it behind tales of cock torture and wicked little-girl plans to open up DaddyÕs medical suite and trap a big football player in it.  
         And heÕd fallen for it.  These two knew no more about real sex than some nerd who jacked off to Mayfair and posted on alt.sex.stories.  ÒCockitis?Ó  What kind of ÔafflictionÕ was that?  But he had to hand it to them, these two cherry bombs were creative.  Look at them!  Both in nurses caps, both with stethescopes dangling down between their boobs.  But what heÕd figured would be a quick fuck with two experienced girls was rapidly turning into some kind of weird game, with himself and his dick at the center of it.
         Greg cleared his throat.  He didnÕt really want to get any deeper into the shit with these girls.  At first heÕd been sure they were virgins, and tried to shoo them away.  Then heÕd decided, what with cable T.V. and MTV and all, they were probably not virgins, and just wanted a quick poke, and what the Hell, better him than some rival of his.  He didnÕt go in for little girls at all but he didnÕt want some dude entertaining these two while they smirked at him, from a distance, letting him know heÕd let such a luscious pair get away and now he could never have them.  He figured, Ôokay, fuck them.  then I can say IÕve had them.  IÕll see them with some other guy, maybe, but so what?  IÕve done them already.  Or, probably, when I get done fucking them, theyÕll be so blown away that theyÕll go back wherever they came from and I wonÕt need to think about them anymore.Õ
         But now Greg realized both these girls were total cherries and the idea of quickly dropping their dresses and plying his rod with their hands and getting him up inside themselves was something they werenÕt familiar with.  The ÔGas Up and GoÕ strategy wasnÕt going to work here.  Both of them were probably a little scared of the thought of getting laid and so they were going to draw the whole thing out, and tease him, and maybe heÕd never get anything from them, maybe theyÕd just torture his cock, like Tabitha said they would, and then leave him lying here, to be found by the cleaning lady.
         Greg swallowed hard.  He resolved to speak up and tell these girls that theyÕd better both drop their skirts and accept him now, if they wanted him, or let him leave, if they didnÕt.  He glanced at the room where heÕd left his clothes.  Had Tabitha locked that door after heÕd stepped out?  It was a dressing room, accessible however from two sides.  This side, where the exam room was, and the other side, which was the doctorÕs office space.  Had the damn little bitch locked his clothes up?  HeÕd have to demand she unlock the room so he could dress and leave.
         ÒTabitha,Ó Greg said.
         ÒPlease donÕt disturb me when IÕm reading your chart, Gregory,Ó Tabitha said in a soft, reserved voice.  She bent over the shoulder of her blonde friend and looked with interest at what Gwen had written.
         Greg found his heart beating fast.  This was so strange!  Two little virgins, both scared of sex, and so playing this curious game with him and his cock!
         ÒHmmm, do you really think itÕs ÔCockitis?ÕÓ Tabby asked Gwen.
         ÒWell, just look at him, maÕam,Ó Gwen said.  She pointed her pencil at GregÕs loins.  Sure enough, GregÕs big penis was like a rod of iron under his towel, lifting it up like a tent. 
         ÒHmmm, that will require extensive treatment, IÕm afriad,Ó Dr. Tabby answered.  She put a finger to her lips and thrust out her hips.  Her skirt swished on her hips, forward, then back.  Greg realized sheÕd traded her schoolgirl shoes and socks for long black stockings and heels.  Yes, high heels.  HeÕd heard them clicking as she came in but it hadnÕt quite registered with him.  SheÕd really put some thought into this!  Good God, lingerie on a 13-year-old, plus heels.  Greg wished VictoriaÕs Secret wouldnÕt sell to such young girls.  But, he had to admit, she had a chest most women would be proud of.  If the bra fits, wear it.
         ÒYes, see?Ó Gwen said, pointing.  ÒIt just sticks right up.  Nothing he can do about it.Ó
         ÒHave you asked him?Ó Tabitha said.
         ÒWell, no,Ó Gwen answered.  Gwen, at least, Greg saw, was dressed in her schoolgirl bra, though sheÕd obviously outgrown it.  And she wore her school socks and shoes.  He valued her modesty.  A 12-year-old in lingerie was more than even he, in his rapidly perverting state, could stomach.
         ÒWell you must *examine* the patient, Nurse!Ó Tabitha declared.  ÒDonÕt just write down stuff on your pad by looking at him.Ó
         ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Gwen answered.
         ÒHereÕs letÕs see for ourselves,Ó Tabitha said.  She strode up to Greg and every fiber of his being screamed.  Could he really let two junior high girls at him?  The moment was here.  It was no longer theory.  No longer a manly monologue inside his head of how heÕd get their panties down quick and give them a fuck and be gone, to boast about them to a rival, if he had to, to preserve his status.  ÔSure I had them too, I had them before you, they were okay, too young but okay.  If youÕre a creep you can keep them, but remember I had them first,Õ heÕd say.  And heÕd do the girls quick, yes.  Quick, before he could feel guilty about it.
         Slowly Tabitha lifted his towel.  She held it very lightly by the tips of her fingers and Greg noticed her nails were well polished, although GwenÕs polished nails had flecked a little, like the fingernails of a little girl who gets into momÕs nail polish and then goes out and swings in a tree.
         GregÕs pulsing rod appeared from under his towel.  Tabitha gasped.  It seemed to be even bigger than her dreams had imagined.  Gwen drew close to see and then hopped back, as if startled.  
         Tabitha gazed at GregÕs dick in wonder and then, as if recovering herself at last, she flung his towel back.  The tie Greg had made with the towel along the side of his waist was broken and the towel, which was pink, was cast off him as if unsuited for him.  Greg found himself sitting naked on the exam table, which was a gynecological table, with his dick upright and pulsing, naked as he himself was, ready for action.
         Yet Greg did not control the action.  He really didnÕt dare, in the end.  After all, the girls were both obviously virgins.  TheyÕd just seen their first penis.  His.  Perhaps, Greg told himself, that was enough.  He could dress and leave now.  HeÕd brag to himself that, forever after, these two would measure all other menÕs penises against his.  And his was very impressive.  Greg was certain of that.  He was probably the biggest on his team and some had said he was the biggest in the whole League, but he knew that couldnÕt be true.  There were some black players in the League who surely surpassed him in size.  
         Tabitha straightened up and assumed an officious air.  ÒIÕm afraid weÕre going to have to give him a male GYN exam,Ó Tabitha told Gwen.  Gwen scribbled quickly on her pad, making her breasts wiggle in their cups.
         ÒThere is no such thing as a male GYN exam,Ó Greg said.
         ÒPlease donÕt speak unless youÕre asked to, Mr. Cock,Ó Tabitha said to Greg.  ÒItÕs most distressing to my chain of thought.Ó  Tabitha glanced down at GregÕs stiffly presented penis, then looked away, as if thinking.  ÒYes,Ó she continued.  ÒWeÕll need a complete examination of his reproductive system.  Particularly of the organ.Ó  She gave his cock a sidelong glance.  Gwen scribbled merrily, as if taking notes, although Greg suspected she was just doodling.
         ÒMr. Cock,Ó Tabitha said.  She turned and faced Greg but, rather than looking him in the face, she gazed instead at his Ôailment.Õ  As if his Ômedical conditionÕ was he himself.  Rather like the doctor who addresses the patient while gazing at the patientÕs set leg, after a break, gazing at the cast and saying, ÒNow donÕt put it in water, donÕt walk on it, IÕll see you back here in three weeks.Ó  Except Greg had no problems with his penis, and his doctor was a 13-year-old girl wearing lingerie.  ÒYouÕll please lie back on our GYN table for your examination, Mr. Cock,Ó Tabitha said to Greg.  ÒPlease just lie back and relax and make yourself as comfortable as you can.  The procedure will take a while, IÕm afraid, and I canÕt promise it wonÕt hurt, but when weÕre finished here today you shouldnÕt have that stiffness anymore that youÕre obviously suffering from.Ó
         ÒNo, I donÕt think I would,Ó Greg answered.  ÒI donÕt think I would at all.Ó  Just a long term in prison to think about it all.  But he was in deep already, he figured, too deep, yes, too damn deep!  And thatÕs how far he wanted to put his cock into that damnable Tabitha, too.  HeÕd show her what a Man could really do with a weapon like this.  And he would have, too, but she was so young and small, except for her breasts, that he laid back instead, onto the cold hard plastic table.
         Greg felt the white paper sheet under his back.  Yes, the girls had picked a wonderful place for two virgins to explore a man without committing themselves.  What a plot!  Here he was, a big strapping football player, and yet it wasnÕt them who were flat on their backs, but himself!  
         ÒPlease open your legs, Sir,Ó Tabitha said with easy grace to Greg.  He felt her small fingers on his ankle and he Gwen bend over his other foot and her breasts, overflowing in her outgrown bra cups, brushed lightly against his hairy foot.  Satin against hairy sandpaper.  Greg let the two little waifs open his legs and spread them and he heard them gasp as his big bulging balls were presented in all their glory.  Every other patient whoÕd ever laid down on this table had exposed just a slit, but Greg was a man, and his reproductive equipment was quite large and incongruous on this table made for women.
         Greg felt his feet fitted into the tableÕs stirrups.  They were large for the stirrups but they just fit, and he felt the girls wrap the straps attached to the stirrups around his feet and buckle them in.  When they were finished, Greg tried to lift his feet and found he couldnÕt.  Both girls bent and kissed his feet and Tabitha said, 
         ÒTry to relax, Mr. Cock.  This is for your own good.Ó
         ÒHe has smelly feet.  Should I write that down to?Ó Gwen asked Tabitha.
         ÒAll men have stinky feet,Ó Tabitha replied.  ÒItÕs his organ IÕm worried about.  How can something stick up like that?Ó
         ÒI donÕt know,Ó Gwen answered, in a voice that sounded like honest amazement.  Greg eyed the girl over his hairy chest and saw she was sucking the tip of her pencil.
         ÒNow letÕs do his chest, and then his arms,Ó Tabith said.
         ÒWhat?Ó Greg asked.  It was bad enough he was lying here totally naked, with his dick standing up, and his feet buckled into stirrups made for a woman.  He wasnÕt about to have himself strapped down to the point where he was actually their prisoner!
         Greg felt a soft hand descend to his belly, just missing his cock.  It tugged at his pubic hairs and then ran up to his navel, explored it a moment, and then passed up over his chest, feeling his muscles there.  A sot kiss came to his cheek.  It was Tabitha.
         ÒIÕve helped my dad out with local anesthetics before,Ó she told Greg.  ÒGiving them to patients.  But IÕd hate to immobalize such a cool dude as you.  Would you please put your hands up above your head so I can strap them down?  ThereÕs no needle with a strap, and you can move your arms immediately the moment I release them.Ó  She kissed him again, almost imploringly.  Greg knew neither girl stood a chance of tying him down unless he allowed it.
         Greg threw his arms over his head and let out a giant sigh.  This was too much.  He thought heÕd conquered the Himalayas of sex, laying Playmates even, but these two little cherries were more than anything heÕd ever imagined.  Would he mind putting his hands over his head, unless heÕd prefer a local?  What nonsense!  And lying on a GYN table, with his balls on display?  The guys in the locker room would laugh their heads off if they heard that.  That was nothing to brag about.  But Tabitha was so alluring, in her innocence combined with wickedness, that Greg found he coulndÕt resist.  And so he laid his arms up over his head.
         Tabitha and Gwen set to work tying GregÕs arms.  Although Tabby had spoken of straps, in fact they used rubber tubing, tying GregÕs wrists to the metal bars along the side of the table.  They tied his arms at the very ends of each bar, then ran tubing from one wrist across to the other to secure each wrist to the other, to keep Greg from sliding his bound wrists down the metal bars.
         As Greg was tied he felt his cock throbbing between his legs.  The girls were right.  Only ÔCockitisÕ would ever put a man in this position.  Greg was desperate to cum yet these girls were virgins, and he was twice their age, and he wasnÕt about to force them to him.  Even if heÕd succeeded in the Ôquick fuckÕ strategy it would have had to be consensual.  He didnÕt believe in just yanking some 12-year-oldÕs panties down and fucking her against her will.  Yet the Ôquick fuckÕ strategy hadnÕt materialized.  Not willing to rape them, and too stiff to leave, Greg had let them tie him down to the GYN table instead.
         When Greg was tied at both ends the girls lifted a heavy belt-like leather strap from underneath the table and laid it across his chest.  They buckled it and Greg found he was unable to move.  Only his cock could move, and it throbbed mightily, wishing to spend.  It stuck up at the ceiling and Greg could only stare at it now.  It was in the hands of two junior high girls who had little idea, he feared, what to do with it.
         ÒTemperature time, Mr. Cock!Ó Gwen said.  Happily she pushed a thermometer into GregÕs mouth.
         ÒNot there, silly,Ó Tabitha said.  ÒWeÕre not operating on his mouth today.Ó
         ÒOh, yeah,Ó Gwen said.  She blushed.  ÒI was kinda scared to touch it,Ó she admitted.  She removed the thermometer from GregÕs mouth and walked down to the middle of the table.  She leaned over his waist.
         ÒWhat are you doing?Ó Greg asked.
         Gwen popped the thermometer, wet with GregÕs saliva, into his penis.  There was a big red ball on the end of it to keep it from being swallowed up inside his cock.
         ÒSheÕs taking the temperature of your penis,Ó Tabitha said to Greg.  ÒPlease be quiet so I can arrange my surgical instruments properly.Ó  
         Greg looked over at Tabitha.  The girl had wheeled a small table out from a corner of the room.  Atop it was a shiny steel box.  Tabitha guided the table to GregÕs waist and opened it.  Greg saw the gleam of surgical equipment inside.
         ÒHe does have a big penis,Ó Gwen mused, waiting while her thermometer registered GregÕs temperature.
         ÒDo you think thereÕs too much of him?Ó Tabitha asked.  She lifted a scalpel from the box.  
         ÒYes, I do,Ó Gwen answered.  ÒHeÕs so big and itÕs obviously giving him problems.Ó  She looked at Tabitha.  ÒYou remember how he kept having to adjust his jock strap.Ó
         ÒHmmmm,Ó Tabitha said.  ÒWell, weÕll just have to see.  First, though, we must give him a little shot.  
         ÒOkay,Ó Gwen said.  She turned, leaving the thermometer sticking up out of GregÕs dick, kept from sliding all the way down into him only by the presence of the red ball at the end of it.  Gwen walked over to a formica countertop against the wall.  Greg watched her bottom as she walked.  Her skirt swished behind her, lifting just enough to give him a glimpse of her panties.  They were white.  Schoolgirl panties.  What a way for two girls to play hookey.  He wished he could bend them both over a desk and cane them for being truants.
         ÒI like this one best,Ó Tabitha said.  She lifted a big cleaver from within the steel box.  Greg guessed she, or someone with a sense of humor had secreted it there.  It was a big kitchen knife.  It had no place in a box of precision surgical equipment.  Tabitha pranced over to GregÕs loins and placed the edge of the knife right against his dick.  Against the shaft, about halfway between the head of his penis and the base.  Lightly she stroked his shaft with the kitchen knife and Greg shuddered.  The feel was sensual.  HeÕd never imagined a knife could feel that way.  Was it the fear, he wondered, or the shapliness of the little lass who was weilding it.  The knife touched his sensitive organ and Tabitha giggled and said he should be Ôcut down to size.Õ
         ÒIs this the shot for him?Ó Gwen asked Tabitha.
         ÒYes,Ó Tabitha said, looking up from GregÕs cock.  She still held the knife against him and he hoped she didnÕt drop it.  His balls didnÕt need any holes poked into them.  ÒThatÕs Solumedrol,Ó she explained.  ÒI want you to stick it right in the vein of his arm, right in the inside of his elbow.  It will put him on edge, make him even more virile than he already is.Ó  She smiled at Greg.  ÒWeÕve got to see how huge you get when youÕre in an extreme state of arousal.  Then we can decide if any of you needs to be lopped off.Ó
         ÒGirls,Ó Greg said.  ÒI donÕt want a shot.  I donÕt need a shot.  Untie me and let me get up!Ó
         ÒPlease, I havenÕt done this before,Ó Gwen said to Greg.  ÒKeep your arm still.Ó
         ÒSheÕs only practised at my house, on a dummy,Ó Tabitha said to Greg.  ÒBut she did good on the dummy and youÕre sort of a dummy, for letting us tie you down, so hopefully sheÕll get your vein on the first stick.Ó
         Greg groaned.  He was forced to hold his arm still for a shot he didnÕt even want.  And which he hardly needed.  His dick felt like it was going to explode!  Here he was, lying without permission on some doctorÕs exam table, on a GYN table no less, and playing with the doctorÕs daughter.  Of course she wasnÕt 18, or 22, but 13, and decked out in black lingerie.  And of course, the girl trying to jab a needle into his arm wasnÕt a nurse, just dressed like one.  She was barely out of elementary school, and still had her schoolgirl dress on, although sheÕd shortened it to the point that her panties showed when she walked.
         ÒOuch!Ó Greg said.  His mind hadnÕt really registered the alcohol pad that Gwen had prepared his arm with but it most certainly registered the needle.
         ÒTch!  Such a big guy like you, complaining over a little needle,Ó Tabitha scolded.  She continued to scrape at GregÕs dick with her knife.
         ÒI got it!Ó Gwen announced.  Slowly she squeezed the Solumedrol into GregÕs vein.  Greg felt a flush come over him.  And then, gradually, after the needle had been withdrawn and Gwen had given his arm a second wipe, he felt his penis grow increasingly agitated.  He really needed to cum now!  He ground his teeth and, even though Tabitha held a knife right against his cock, the sharp edge touching his skin, Greg twisted his hips.  He was hard, so hard, and he needed to shoot his load very badly.
         Of course, with the girls being cherries, that wasnÕt exactly what they had in mind.  Instead they wanted to play with him and explore him.  Gwen asked Tabitha something (Greg was no longer listening, his cock was the focus of his thoughts now) and then she pranced back to the counter.  A moment later she returned.  She held a small powder blue pill in her fingers.  And a cup of water to wash it down with.
         ÒThis is... how do you pronounce it?Ó Gwen asked Tabitha.
         ÒZaroxolyn,Ó Tabitha said, still slicing very lightly at the sensitive skin of GregÕs hugely bloated organ.
         ÒZar... whatever,Ó Gwen said.  ÒIt will help you go to the bathroom.Ó
         ÒI donÕt need any help going to the bathroom!Ó Greg said.  He needed to cum, dammit, and these two little cherry vixens werenÕt even thinking of that.
         Gwen pushed GregÕs lips apart and, though he tried to keep his teeth together, she finally persuaded him, with a kiss on his cheek, to open his mouth.  She popped in the pill.
         ÒWe need to take a urine sample,Ó Gwen told Greg in a serious voice.  ÒThis will help you pee out of your penis.Ó  She tilted the cup and Greg felt cold water splash over his face.  Some of it went in his mouth and he swallowed the pill.                                 
         ÒDo you think he needs Castor Oil too?Ó Gwen asked Tabitha.
         ÒNo, I donÕt want him shitting on my dadÕs table,Ó Tabitha answered.  ÒThe cleaning lady would wonder if she came in and saw shit on a table in an exam room thatÕs supposedly locked up for the week.Ó  Tabitha looked up and smiled.  ÒHowever, if thereÕs a few sperm stains on the white paper I imagine theyÕll just blend in,Ó she said.
         Greg was oozing precum out of the tip of his penis despite the thermometer jammed down into it.  He trembled.  
         ÒDonÕt move, dear,Ó Tabitha warned him.  ÒIÕm measuring your dick with the knife in case I have to cut any of it off.Ó
         ÒTabby,Ó Greg groaned.  This was definitely a Ôpay now or pay laterÕ girl.  He could fuck her, or live to see his rivals have her instead.  He could move now, and be cut, or not move and be cut later.  
         ÒYes, Mr. Cock?Ó Tabitha asked quite sweetly.  Apparently she was pleased that heÕd been so cooperative with his plans.  SheÕd gotten to play with her cleaver, and her surgical kit, and give him shots and take his temp.  Greg hoped she was running out of ideas.
         ÒI...Ó Greg didnÕt know what to say.  Finally decided to fake needing to pee.  ÒI have to go to the bathroom.  Can I get up and go?Ó
         ÒTch, of course not,Ó Tabitha said.  ÒNot after me and Gwen did all that work tying you down.  We still have to ride you, after all.Ó
         ÒRide me?Ó Greg asked.
         ÒYes, like riding a horse,Ó Gwen explained in an anxious voice.  ÒExcept weÕll be sitting, well, where THAT thing is,Ó she said.  She pointed rather nervously at GregÕs huge, stemming erection.
         ÒAnd weÕre wondering if youÕre too big for us,Ó Tabitha added, scraping the knife across GregÕs cock again.
         ÒThat wouldnÕt help, believe me,Ó Greg said.
         ÒWeÕve both been on the Pill for a week in anticipation of it,Ó Gwen told him.  ÒWe saw your photo in the paper, winning last weekendÕs game, and decided you were the one to... you know... to get us laid and stuff.Ó
         ÒBut we think itÕs best to tie you down for it.  Too many girls IÕve talked to didnÕt like their first time, because the guy was too fast, and too much thinking about himself,Ó Tabitha said.  ÒBut youÕll have plenty of time to think, Greg dear.  And to pee, too.  Gwen, get him a cup.  He needs to pee!Ó
         ÒOhkay,Ó Gwen said with a small, heartfelt sigh.  She pranced over to the countertop and rummaged around in a drawer for a pee cup.  She found one, broke it out of its plastic wrapping, and returned.  ÒOh, yeah.  I forgot to take the thermometer out,Ó Gwen said.  She stood on tiptoe and reached over GregÕs waist.  Her fingers rose to the top of his penis and she tugged on the bright red ball.  ÒOoops!  I think itÕs stuck,Ó Gwen said.  Then she pulled again and the thermometer came rising up out of GregÕs penis, slick with his pre-cum.  ÒNo, itÕs not stuck,Ó Gwen said.  ÒHmmm, I wonder what his temperature is, though?Ó She got the thermometer free of GregÕs urethra and drew it close to her eyes.  She stared at it intently.
         ÒTabby, I mean, Dr. Tabitha, do you know how to read a thermometer?Ó Gwen asked her friend.
         ÒNo, Dad always just has me stick that gun-thing in the patientsÕ ears,Ó Tabitha replied.  
         ÒOh well, youÕve got a good temperature, IÕm sure,Ó Gwen told Greg.  She shook the thermometer.  Then she flounced back over to the formica counter and laid it beside the sink.  Greg watched her as she walked.  Again the wriggling of her bottom made her skirt flip up and show him her virginal panties.  How he wished to yank those down!  The Solumedrol was really beginning to take hold of him.  If he werenÕt tied down he was sure he would rape her now, never mind that consensual crap.  She was small and lovely and so delicate, yet with a high-set, pumpkin ripe bottom and delicious tits that jiggled in her too small bra.
         Tabitha was just as lovely.  As if to drive Greg further insane, she suddenly placed the knife on GregÕs stomach, the point aiming at his penis, and reached behind her back.  She unsnapped her bra.  Greg gasped as she popped her bra cups from her tits and exposed her bosoms.  They were young, lovely, uptitled cones of white flesh.  Atop each one grew a perfect cherry nipple.  Each was hard, despite the soft jiggling of her bosoms.  
         ÒOh, shall we go topless?Ó Gwen asked.  She reached behind herself and, while maintaining a look of complete innocence, unsnapped her bra.  Her cups, too small for her newly grown tits, came off her bosoms like caps blown from twin heads in a gust of wind.  Pop!  Pop!  Went each bra cup, and Greg was left with a mouth-watering sight of the young girlÕs newly grown breasts.  Again they were white, again they quivered with soft fleshiness, but each had a perfectly hard little nipple stem at its tip.
         Gwen saw Greg gazing at her and blushed.  ÒIÕve never shown my tits to a guy before,Ó she admitted.
         ÒI showed mine to the boy down the street,Ó Tabitha said.  
         ÒWho?Ó Gwen asked.
         ÒDalton,Ó Tabby replied.
         ÒOh, him.  He visits the Hustler web site and tells me he knows more about my body than I do,Ó Gwen said.  ÒBut I donÕt think he does.  I mean, if heÕs just staring at photos...Ó
         ÒI know,Ó Tabby said.  ÒHe showed his dick to me.  But then he got excited and spurted his stuff all over my panties.Ó  She smiled.  She looked at Greg.  ÒSo you get to take me instead.Ó
         Gwen stood looking at Tabitha.  ÒYou mean you DID it with him?Ó
         ÒNo, I just *tried* to do it with him,Ó Tabitha said.  ÒThatÕs when I decided I needed a real man to do the job, not Dalton.Ó
         ÒOh, yes!  Well I think weÕve found one,Ó Gwen said.  She looked at Greg.  ÒAnd heÕs all ours, too.  ArenÕt you GregÕwy?Ó  The girlÕs voice took on an infantile air.  She sidled up to him and poked a finger into his face, into one of his nostrils.  She kissed him again.  Clearly she was anxious about the prospect of riding him and sought solace in pretending to be a small child.  ÒGregÕwy, do you love me?Ó she asked.
         ÒNo,Ó Greg gasped.  ÒIÕm just dying to fuck you.Ó
         Gwen slapped Greg.  He gasped again.  His ears rang.
         ÒHe doesnÕt love me!Ó Gwen told Tabitha.  
         ÒHeÕs a football player, silly,Ó Tabitha replied.  She was still entertaining herself by sliding a kitchen knife along GregÕs cock.  ÒFootball players get lots of girls.  Nonetheless, whether he loves us or not, weÕre both going to pop our cherries on him.  And youÕre going first.Ó
         ÒWaht?!  I donÕt want to go first,Ó Gwen said.  Tabitha placed her knife back into the tray of surgical gear.  She walked around GregÕs feet and over to Gwen.  She reached out and grabbed hold of the hem of GwenÕs skirt.  Bending, she yanked it down.
         ÒYouÕre going first!Ó Tabitha said to Gwen.  Greg, meanwhile, stared in abject admiration of the blondeÕs bottom.  It was as heÕd pictured it in his mind.  She had a very narrow waist, with flaring hips that shaped themselves into the loveliest, roundest pair of hind cheeks heÕd ever seen.  Across them, stretched tight, themselves a little small, just as her bra had been, were GwenÕs panties.  They were white, and caught in her ass crack a little, and he had no doubt in her pussy lips too, for Gwen stood with her thighs almost crossed, and wiggling her bottom anxiously as she argued with her friend.
         ÒBut I CANÕT go first,Ó Gwen said.  ÒIÕve never had anything to do with a boy, except playing post office.  YouÕve actually had Dalton squirt his stuff on you.Ó
         ÒThat hardly separates us, my dear,Ó Tabitha said in a grown-up voice.  ÒYouÕre going to go riding on Greg if I have to whack your hiney to make you!Ó
         ÒNoooo!Ó Gwen cried.  She tried to dash away from Tabitha but her skirt was down around her knees and she fell.  Tabitha pounced on her like a cat.  She yanked down GwenÕs panties, giving Greg a clear view of the girlÕs virgin white buttcheeks.  Down came TabithaÕs hand, and Greg winced as he saw it leave a bright red mark on the girlÕs bottom.
         ÒOw!Ó Gwen wailed.  
         SLAP!  SLAP!  SLAP!  ÒYouÕre GOING to take him first,Ó Tabitha said.
         ÒNo, I wonÕt!Ó Gwen hollared.  ÒI wonÕt!  I wonÕt!  I wonÕt!Ó  
         Tabitha held still.  She sat atop her friend, who lay sprawled on the floor underneath her.  GwenÕs feet were encirled by her skirt and her knees were bound with her descended panties.  Her lovely blonde hair stuck out from her head on either side in twin pigtails.  Her back was a like the inside of a shell, sloping along in a concave expanse of smooth flesh until it drew inward at her waist and then expanded again to form the bulging cheeks of her now blushing bottom.  
         ÒShhhh!  Someone will hear you yelling!Ó Tabitha warned.  There was a sound of feet out beyond the door of the examining room.  ÒI thought you locked the front door to my dadÕs office!Ó Tabitha said to Gwen.
         ÒOoops,Ó Gwen said in a small voice.
         ÒYou mean you didnÕt?Ó Tabitha asked.
         ÒI forgot,Ó Gwen admitted.
         SLAP!  Indifferent now to the fate of the three of them upon being discovered, Tabitha gave little Gwen another slap on her ass.
         ÒOooo!Ó Gwen yelped, but tried to suppress her yelp all the same, for there were indeed feet just outside the exam roomÕs door.
         ÒMaybe they wonÕt come--Ó Tabitha said, wishing she hadnÕt slapped her friend, for the feet were very close now.  Suddenly, before she could finish her whispered sentence the door opened.
         ÒWhat th--?!Ó a womanÕs voice asked.  GregÕs head snapped from his right side, where the two girls lay hidden behind the GYN table, to his left, where in the door now stood one of the loveliest, most mature women heÕd ever seen.  She had long dark hair and it was loosely piled into a bun.  She wore glasses, but they seemed to add to her allure as she peered over them at GregÕs naked form on the exam table.  She had a white medical coat on but it was unable to suppress a view of her sumptuous breasts, which stood up from her chest like ripe watermelons waiting to be picked.  She had on a blouse and, Greg guessed, a bra underneath, but the blouse, like the coat, was decollette in front, leaving an alluring expanse of tit flesh available to the eye.
         ÒHello Miss Dumpkins,Ó TabithaÕs voice piped up from behind the exam table.  Her head rose and she peered over the flat expanse of GregÕs hairy belly.  
         ÒHello Miss Dumpkins,Ó Gwen chimed.  She couldnÕt rise, Tabitha being still over her, if not actually sitting on her anymore, and she seemed rather resigned to her place on the floor.
         ÒTabitha?  Gwen?  What are you two doing here?  The office is closed this week,Ó Miss Dumpkins said in a voice laced with astonishment.  Yet, gazing at Greg, almost ignoring the girls as she asked the question, she had a sensuous lisp to her words, for Greg was all spread out before her and as naked as a jay, with his cock sticking up like a steeple.
         ÒHello, Ms. Dumpkins, IÕm-- pleased to make your acquaintance,Ó Greg said in a halting voice.  
         ÒWhy, arenÕt you--?Ó Miss Dumpkins began.  She pointed at Greg.
         ÒYes, I won last weekÕs game against the Rams,Ó Greg admitted.  ÒGreg Cook --er.Ó
         ÒMy, IÕve always wanted to meet you,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.  A man appeared behind her.  
         ÒWhatÕs up, dear?  Do you want to fuck in here?Ó  He had just gotten his last words out when he saw Greg.  
         ÒGood God, this is kinky!  You want me and some other guy to do you?Ó
         ÒI-- I didnÕt know he was here, darling,Ó Miss Dumpkins said, turning to the man behind her.  He was young, obviously a doctor, wearing a white coat and with a stethescope.  
         ÒWeÕre studying the reproductive system,Ó Tabitha explained.  She stood up fully.
         ÒThe male reproductive system,Ó Gwen said from the floor.  
         ÒI-- I think youÕve chosen an excellent specimen for your study,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.
         ÒHey, arenÕt you--?Ó the doctor asked Greg.
         ÒYes, IÕm Greg Cook.  I won last weekÕs game agains the Rams,Ó he said.
         ÒI ought to kick your ass,Ó the man said to Greg.
         ÒI know,Ó Greg admitted.  He glanced at the two girls.  Slowly Gwen was getting up from the floor, her panties around her knees and her skirt wrapped round her ankles.
         ÒI bet on the Rams,Ó the doctor said.  ÒThanks to your damn last minute touchdown I lost $500!Ó 
         ÒOh,Ó Greg said.  ÒWeÕll you should have bet on me.  The Cock,Ó Greg said.  He gave his penis a glance.  Maybe he wouldnÕt lose it with this doctor and Miss Dumpkins here now.
         ÒCock of the Walk!  ThatÕs what the announcers all said, after the game,Ó Miss Dumpkins exclaimed.  ÒYes, I liked that!  But I didnÕt know they meant it so literally.Ó  She gazed again at his cock.
         ÒWell, IÕm not small,Ó Greg admitted, looking down over the hair of his chest at his penis.  Then he looked at the doctor.  ÒAnd I do win.  Bet $1,000 on me next time.Ó
         ÒI will,Ó the doctor said.  He approached Greg, Miss Dumpkins on his arm.  ÒIÕm Doctor Johns,Ó he said.  He extended his hand.  Then, with a small utter of ÒOh,Ó he drew it back, seeing GregÕs hands had been tied to the rungs running along the sides of the table.
         Miss Dumpins, on the doctorÕs arm, was coterminous with GregÕs cock.  She gazed at it with a mixture of wonderment and appreciation.  The doctor noticed, pulled her back a little from Greg.
         Tabitha came round one end of the table and Gwen around the other.  Tabitha was still wearing her skirt but Gwen, kicking her skirt off, was pulling up her panties.  
         ÒGod, if I was a pervert I think IÕd be in heaven,Ó the doctor admitted, looking at the two girls.
         ÒShe spanked me, Miss Dumpkins!Ó Gwen said.  She turned and, with her panties pulled up to her slit in front but still under her bottom in back, she showed Miss Dumpkins her well-slapped bottom.  It looked like a bowl of jiggly white cream, heart-shaped, with a split up the middle.  It had hand prints on it, visibly, red on the white flesh of her ass.
         ÒWell, you should both be spanked, for what youÕve done,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.  ÒGreg too, I imagine, but heÕs rather indisposed at the moment.Ó  She gave an appreciative glance again at GregÕs cock.  The doctor gazed in wonderment at GwenÕs pretty bottom.
         Suddenly, making a decision, Miss Dumpkins reached out and grabbed GwenÕs arm.  The doctor, sensing her decision, perhaps throwing care to the wind, reached out and grabbed Tabitha.
         Miss Dumpkins laughed.  ÒI think IÕll spank you both, for what youÕve done.  What a pleasant entree it would be to an afternoon of sex!  And I donÕt think, little Tabitha, that your father would scold me too badly for doing it either, particularly since he sees me on the nights his wife is too frigid for him!Ó
         ÒOh, I knew you were doing him!Ó Tabitha said.  She seemed not to mind the revelation, but she did mind the doctor holding her by her arm.
         ÒDonÕt spank us, Miss Dumpkins!Ó Gwen cried.  The dark-haired woman was pushing the struggling girl ahead of her, still holding her arm, pressing her at last up against the left leg extension on the exam table.  Gwen was flung over GregÕs left thigh.  Her bosoms hung down between his widely-spaced thighs, one of them brushing against his testicles.  Miss Dumpkins reached for surgical tubing the girls had left on the floor.  She bound GwenÕs wrists, outstretched, around the thigh of GregÕs other leg. 
         Greg felt TabithaÕs tits plop onto his stomach as the doctor laid her torso across him.  Quickly the doctor pulled TabbyÕs wrists out in front of her and bound them to the railing on the far side of the table with surgical tubing.  Like Gwen, Tabitha was forced to stand on tip-toe by the height of the table.  The doctor took hold of TabithaÕs skirt and lowered it with relish.  The huddling cheeks of her bottom were revealed.  She wore black panties, matching her now discarded bra.  The doctor grabbed her panties and pulled them down.  The white cheeks of her bottom were displayed to his eye and, indirectly, to GregÕs, who lay watching, his cock between the two struggling girlsÕ heads.
         ÒYes, arenÕt they pretty?Ó Miss Dumpkins asked aloud.  ÒSuch lovely tushies.  And never caned, IÕll bet.  Well we can change that.Ó  She lowered GwenÕs panties to the girlÕs ankles and then left them there.  Gwen, perhaps feeling some humiliation in this, struggled to lift the panties back up with her heels and finally, unable to do that, stepped daintily out of them.
         TabithaÕs skirt and panties coiled around her feet.  Like Gwen she seemed to decide having no clothes at all was better than having them round oneÕs ankles, and she stepped, with a little difficulty, for they were tangled within each other, out of the garments.  Both girls kicked up their nude white legs and begged to have their wrists released.
         ÒNot a chance,Ó Miss Dumpkins answered.  ÒDonÕt you agree, doctor?Ó
         ÒIndeed,Ó he said.  ÒIÕve never seen two naughtier bottoms.  Or ones so young,Ó he added.
         ÒWell I hope not,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.  ÒIÕd hate to think youÕre a child molester.Ó
         ÒHardly,Ó the doctor answered.  ÒBut I do know an opportunity when I see one.  Eh, Cook?Ó
         ÒIÕm just lying here,Ó Greg said truthfully.
         ÒWith that cock of yours sticking up as an inspiration to us all,Ó Miss Dumpkins laughed.  The doctor laughed.  Even little Tabitha and Gwen, stuck on either side of Greg, tied down, let out a laugh.  Then they watched with trepidation as Miss Dumpkins walked to a supply closet.
         ÒBelieve it or not, Tabby, your dad likes to get his ass flogged on nights when heÕs not home,Ó Miss Dumpkins said to the girl.  She opened the door to the supply room and reached inside.  She looked back at the girl.  ÒDid you know that?Ó she asked.
         ÒNo,Ó Tabitha admitted.  
         Miss Dumpkins drew a long thin cane from the darkness of the closet.  ÒDonÕt worry, I wonÕt do you any harder than I do him,Ó she said.
         ÒOhhhh, PLEASE donÕt spank us, Miss Dumpkins!Ó Gwen begged.
         Miss Dumpkins flexed her cane.  ÒThis, my dear, isnÕt a spanking thing, itÕs a caning thing, and if the good doctor decided to take his belt off, I might give you a whipping.  Spankings are done with the hand.  This hurts much worse.Ó
         ÒOhhhh!  My bottom already hurts!Ó Gwen said truthfully.
         ÒI know, my dear, but not enough,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.  She reached up and unpinned her hair.  To GregÕs suprise, he saw the doctor take off his gown and hang it up on a clothes rack.  Then Gwen took off her coat and hung it next to his.  Together they took a moment to undress.  The girls could only watch, gasping first as Miss Dumpins showed them, for the first time, her boobs, then her ass and cunt, while the doctor took off his shirt and pants.  He proved to be no slouch when it came to penis size and the girls found themselves all staring at his dick with almost as much admiration as they displayed for GregÕs.
         ÒNow this is going to hurt, girls, but I want you to think of it as more than just discipline for trying Mr. Cook down and playing with his penis,Ó Miss Dumpkins said to the two maidens.  She walked round behind them, still wearing heels, and black stockings, which were matched by black stockings Tabitha wore.  Neither female needed a garter belt.  The stockings on both were elasticized.  They rose to the tops of their thighs.  Above their cunts showed lewdly and, behind, their bottoms bulged brazenly.  Miss Dumpkins flexed her cane again.  She swished it through the air, a practise stroke, hitting nothing, but the doctor, approaching her, was forced to step back.
         ÒThere is pleasure in pain, girls, provided itÕs properly applied,Ó Miss Dumpkins said to her newfound pupils.  ÒI want you both to savor these strokes.  ItÕs taken me months of practise, mostly on your father, Tabitha, to perfect a stroke that stings without leaving a welt on the bottom.Ó  She turned to the doctor.  ÒDoctor Johns, would you please get some alcohol and a rag and wet down the girlsÕ bottoms for me?  It will accent the sting when I deliver the blows.Ó
         ÒSure,Ó Dr. Johns answered happily.  Greg guessed that, as a doctor, he felt he could be permitted greater liberties than most people.  Two nude girls were just two more patients, in his eyes, and he was entitled to view them and work his will on them as medical science or, at least, his own physical needs dictated.  He didnÕt seem to feel the conflicted worries that Greg felt.  
         Both girls turned their faces toward each other.  Their childish breath breathed hotly across the stem of GregÕs penis.
         ÒOh, pelease donÕt whip us,Ó Gwen said again, but her voice sounded resigned now, for Miss Dumpkins was practising her stroke behind the girl and each swish of the cane came closer to connecting with her bare seat.
         Doctor Johns returned with the alcolhol.  
         ÒRub it in good,Ó Miss Dumpkins told him.  ÒI want these girls to feel a little remorseful when IÕm through.  They really shouldnÕt be in here fooling around with TabbyÕs dadÕs expensive medical equipment.  Or older men,Ó she added, looking at Greg.
         Doctor Johns put a liberal dousing of alchohol on the fresh cotton rag heÕd brought.  Then he wiped it across GwenÕs seat.  
         The blonde shrank at the contact.  ÒOhhh, no please donÕt!Ó she begged.  Yet the doctor continued, wetting her entire bottom with broad swaths of the alchohol-drenched rag.  He even rubbed it against her slit.  ÒOh, not on my pussy!  Oooch!Ó Gwen protested.  Then Dr. Johns, oblivious to the girlÕs pleadings, wet the rag again and wiped within the crack of her bottom.  
         ÒOoooch!  ItÕs getting into my hole!  It stings!Ó Gwen said, wiggling her fanny.
         ÒAs well it should,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.  She appeared to be growing impatient with the extensiveness of the doctorÕs attentions and she gave him a swishing crack of the cane across his bare buns.
         ÒYeeeeOW!  WhatÕre you doing that to me for?Ó the doctor asked.
         ÒWhat, you donÕt like to get your hiney whacked?  Doctor Adams loves it,Ó Miss Dumpkins giggled.
         ÒNo, I donÕt,Ó Doctor Johns answered.  He switched from GwenÕs bottom over to TabithaÕs.  SheÕd been closer but heÕd passed her by, favoring Gwen first, perhaps to let Tabitha Ôwriggle on the vine,Õ while she watched her friend get wiped down.  Now, staring balefully back over her shoulder, she shuddered as the alcohol rag came wetly against her bottom.
         ÒOh, that stings!Ó Tabitha complained.
         ÒBear up and take it like a good girl,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.  ÒPut it liberally on her, Doctor Johns, all over her bottom.  I know sheÕs the one who thought of this naughty idea.Ó
         Tabitha strained on tip-toes as the alcohol was rubbed across her ass and then into her slit and finally into her nether hole.  ÒHow do you know I thought it up?Ó Tabitha asked through pursed lips.
         ÒBecause youÕre a little tramp,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.  ÒOr a tramp in the making.Ó  She laughed.  ÒYou remind me of myself at 13.Ó  
         Greg wished he could spare the girls their fate.  He saw them wincing at the contact of the alcohol pad and he knew theyÕd really wince when theyÕd felt the cane.  HeÕd dated a dominatrix, briefly, and he knew how much a slim whippy cane could sting.  Yet, Miss Dumpkins was right, if applied with care, it could skim the seat and cause pain without even leaving marking the skin.  He doubted Miss DumpkinsÕ few months of training on TabbyÕs dad had given her that level of skill.  But he knew sheÕd apply the cane with care.  Yet heÕd still have spared the girlsÕ squirming seats if he could have.  They seemed too young to him to be subject to such torments, especially since both of them were still virgins.
         Doctor Johns stepped back.  Warily he eyed Miss Dumpkins and her cane.
         ÒReady, girls?Ó Miss Dumpkins asked.
         ÒNooooo,Ó
         ÒNooooo,Ó both girls replied in unison.
         ÒOh, I almost forgot, they must be gagged,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.  ÒTheyÕre not old enough or trained enough yet to keep silent.  Even TabbyÕs Dad had to be gagged at first.Ó
         Doctor Johns fetched two strips of cloth from a drawer underneath the formica cabinet.  Returning, he bound GwenÕs mouth first, then TabithaÕs.  The girls tried to twist their faces away from him but, stretched out over Greg and tied down, they had little chance of evading him.  When he was finished both girls faced each other again, and Greg, seeing the eyes of Gwen, knew she was resigned to her fate.  Along the side of the table, her long thin legs rubbed together, then crossed.  TabithaÕs did the same.
         ÒExcited, girls?Ó Miss Dumpkins asked.  ÒI would be too, if it were my first caning.  Let us proceed, then.  Remember, this is for your own good.  And my pleasure,Ó she added.  She looked at Doctor Johns.  ÒYou may play with yourself if you wish, Doctor Johns,Ó she said.  ÒIÕm going to, and these little ones would love to, if they only could.Ó  Miss Dumpkins, holding her cane in one hand, deftly placed her other hand within her slit.  Immediatley she let out a small gasp of pleasure and flung her head back.  Then, composing herself, but still frigging herself too, she lifted the cane she held.
         ÒLegs apart, girls!Ó Miss Dumpkins said.  ÒDonÕt try to frig yourselves by rubbing your thighs together!Ó  
         WHICK!  The cane came down before either girl could comply.
         ÒWhooo!  Hoooo!Ó Gwen cried.  Small puffs of her breath escaped from behind her gag and washed over the shaft of GregÕs penis.
         ÒOooooh!Ó Tabitha groaned.  She responded with a shapely buck of her hips as the cane made contact with her bare bottom and then bounced off.  Her thin legs tensed, her toes curled.  She settled down on the balls of her feet at last, looked over her shoulder, gazing at Miss Dumpkins with frightened anticipation.
         ÒMy, you looked like you almost liked that, Tabby,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.  ÒI know you have a cruel streak in you.  Are you imagining already learning the technique of the cane yourself, and applying it to your friends?  Well IÕm afraid youÕll have to learn to follow before you can lead, my dear.Ó
         SWIIIISH!  The cane struck Gwen again and the blonde arched her back and, after the cane had left her, thrust out the cheeks of her bottom.  Then, like a dancer, she kicked up her feet; one to the right and the other to the left, each foot doing a dance of its own.  Miss Dumpkins laughed at her antics.  The balloon of GwenÕs bottom showed twin streaks where the cane had touched it.  
         ÒYes, Tabitha, time for another stroke for you, too,Ó Miss Dumpkins said to the dark-haired girl.  Tabby waited with a softly huddled bottom, standing straight up on her toes.
         SWIIICK!  The cane came, left a mark in its wake.  Tabitha danced.  Her breath puffed over GregÕs shaft.
         ÒDr. Johns, please lubricate your shaft,Ó Miss Dumpkins said to her male companion.  ÒI want you to give these two a little taste of what it will be like to ride atop Greg.Ó
         ÒSure,Ó Doctor Johns answered.  He quit stroking his cock and went to the counter and rummaged around Ôtil he found a jar of petroleum jelly and, in addition to that, a tube of KY.  ÒThink I should wear a condom?Ó he asked.  He began to rub lubricant on his penis.
         ÒNo, you wonÕt need it,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.  ÒYouÕll be taking them in their bottoms.Ó
         ÒOoooh!  Nooo!Ó GwenÕs voice howled within her gag.  Tabitha seemed no less pleased at her announced fate, uttering up a screamy whimper.
         ÒGirls, you cannot pick and choose every man,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.  ÒTo be proper tramps you must let yourselves be a little free.Ó  She gave each girlÕs seat a fresh whack, more impressive than the previous ones, and the girls set to dancing like puppets on the end of strings.  Their breath continued to puff out around the stem of GregÕs cock and he wished, for once, they wouldnÕt look at each other as they struggled under the cane.
         Doctor Johns used his hands to turn his penis into a slathered well-oiled machine.  It looked rather like a sausage dipped in heavy grease and, since he was otherwise naked, the gleam of his wet penis stood out in sharp contrast to his otherwise dry stomach and thighs.  Only the palms of his hands shared the wet look his penis now bore.
         Miss Dumpkins gave each struggling girl ten well-placed whacks with her cane.  She might have continued, but suddenly she threw the cane down on the floor and ran up beside Tabitha.  She kissed GregÕs hairy chest, then licked his neck and finally forced his mouth (not unwillingly) to engage with hers in a deep-tonguing kiss.
         ÒOh, I canÕt stand being all hot and bothered and not having a well-stung hiney,Ó Miss Dumpkins breathed hotly when she at last came up for air.  She turned and looked over her shoulder.  ÒDoctor Johns, would you please whack my ass while I kiss Greg?Ó she asked.
         ÒIt would be-- an honor,Ó Doctor Johns admitted truthfully.  With his cock waggling wetly, he walked over to where sheÕd cast the cane and picked it up from the floor.  Then he flexed it once and, before turning to her, gave each young virgin trussed across Greg a quick smack.
         Òooooh!Ó Gwen uttered, but not as wailingly loud as before for, fearing he might hurt them, Doctor Johns had struck quite lightly.  Tabitha only grimaced, said nothing.  She was learning, Greg realized, with a shiver than ran down to his loins and then up to the tip of his cock, to take the cane.  
         ÒHard, please,Ó Miss Dumpkins instructed Doctor Johns.  Greg saw TabithaÕs eyes widen, thinking she was speaking of what she wished for her.  Then the junior dark-haired girl realized Miss Dumpkins was speaking of herself.
         ÒMmmmweawyharf,Ó Tabitha said through her gag to Doctor Johns.  Greg couldnÕt make out the words.  But he guessed, knowing Tabitha, that the girl had begged Doctor Johns to strike her companion very hard.
         WHACK!  The first blow fell and it was not a light one, for Doctor Johns had not mastered the technique.  Miss Dumpkins cried out but otherwise seemed not to mind.  She ground her hips and pressed her mouth hard to Greg.  She cradled his head with her arms.  She drove her tongue into GregÕs mouth.  He reeled under the assault.  HeÕd never been so invaded by a woman before.  Yes, heÕd dueled with many, but Miss Dumpkins seemed to possess a fire all her own.  Her fury and his condition, tied between the two underage girls with his cock at full attention, hearing the sound of the cane cracking across Miss DumpkinsÕ bottom, was suddenly too much for him.  Twisting his hips on the table, hoping desperately not to cum, he suddenly found himself spouting cum like a geyser.  It was humiliating.  Nobody was even touching him.  Yet his cock, sensitized to the extreme by the Solumedrol the girls had injected him with and the luridness of his surroudings, fired off a cannonade of sperm.  The two virgins bound above and below his privates shrieked as they felt hot globs of his sperm splatter down onto their faces and pretty hair. 
         ÒYes, love, yes!  You are so naught to cum!  You must be caned too!Ó Miss Dumpkins told Greg.  This only made him more aroused, and he ejected yet more sperm, shooting off a whole weekÕs worth of seed upon poor little Tabby and Gwen.
         ÒThatÕs one Hell of a reproductive system,Ó Doctor Johns crowed, admiring the display of GregÕs eruption.  He laughed.  Then he gave each young maiden tied across GregÕs body another swift crack of the cane on their bottoms to keep them occupied while he set about doing the same to Miss Dumpkins.  The two girls screamed, despite their gags, for Doctor Johns had thrown caution to the winds this time, and given them the cane with the force he desired, rather than with a timid hand, as before.  As Tabby and Gwen wriggled their hips unhappily, tears bursting from their eyes, Doctor Johns turned back to Miss Dumpkins.  He gave her a blow of the same force.  Abruptly she lifted her face from Greg, drawing her tongue out of his mouth, and shrieked.  Her bottom became a tumult of motion, her cheeks contracting under the blow, then bounding out as the cane bounced away, then squeezing fiercely.  A bright line crossed over her heinie.  Doctor Johnson guessed it would welt and the thought excited him and he looked at the twin virgins and saw heÕd marked them in a similar manner, his stroke brighter than those given by Miss Dumpkins, more deeply impressed.
         With a cruel gleam coming over his eyes Doctor Johns fisted his cock and resolved to give Miss Dumpkins the caning she really deserved.  He was no expert at it, but he guessed simply by using his surgical mind and applying the blows with force he could give her an experience sheÕd remember long after their ways parted.  He drew up his arm and, his stiff cock jaggling up and down like a tuning fork, he brought the slim cane down across Miss DumpkinsÕ plump ass.
         ÒYeeeeooch!Ó Miss Dumpkins yelled, with obvious surprise.  Her hands were forced to leave GregÕs face and fly to her ass.  She rubbed it like a child fresh from the PrincipalÕs office.  Her feet pranced and she did a little dance beside GregÕs head.  Tears sprung from her eyes and ran down her cheeks.  She wore waterproof makeup, of course, expecting perhaps to cry, if her lover were strong enough with her, and Doctor Johns found himself disliking her for taking such a precaution.  He wanted her mussed, messed.  She was still too much in control, too much in charge.
         ÒThat hurt!Ó Miss Dumpkins said ruefully.  She looked back over her shoulder at Doctor Johns.
         ÒItÕs supposed to,Ó he answered.
         ÒNot THAT much!Ó Miss Dumpkins said.  Greg thought he heard, behind her gag, Gwen say to Tabby, ÒLookthwhothtalkinth,Ó which he interpreted to be ÒLook whoÕs talking.Ó  He smiled.  His dick, even though beginning to shrink, felt great.  His balls felt relieved.  Even though he hadnÕt speared the girls he had showered their hair with his seed.  They were too young, he told himself, for a real ride.  Better they go back to riding real horses and ponies, their hymens intact.  And then he remembered that a girlÕs cherry sometimes pops doing things liked riding a horse.  And again, though he tried to fight the thought, he found himself thinking, ÒWell, if theyÕre going to pop anyway, why not do it for real?Ó  The thought made his cock stiffen up.  The girls watched it, wide-eyed, tied on either side of his loins.  He wondered if they were grinning at each other beneath their gags.  They had, after all, chosen him for their maiden ride.
         Despite her newfound fear of Doctor Johns, Miss Dumpkins once again put her mouth over GregÕs and cradled his head in her arms.  With great bravery she stuck out her damaged tushy at the doctor.  He seemed to have forgotten the Hippocratic Oath, but perhaps sheÕd been looking for a man who would.  The doctor paced back and forth behind her.  He flexed his cane.  His cock stuck out lewdly from his body, waiting for its turn at the woman.  He lifted his arm and brought the cane down hard again.
         ÒOOOOOOYH--YEEEEE!Ó Miss Dumpkins cried out.  But this time, despite the severity of the blow, she managed to hold onto GregÕs head.  Her mouth tore from his and Greg watched, her arms clinging round his head, as she screamed at the ceiling.
         ÒMiss Dumpkins, please do control yourself.  YouÕll be heard all over the building,Ó Doctor Johns said.
         ÒOh, I canÕt!Ó Miss Dumpkins wailed.  ÒIt hurts too much!Ó
         ÒThen I shall have to forbare, but not for the sake of your bottom, only for my cock, which is dying to have you,Ó Doctor Johns said.
         ÒOh, no, the girls!Ó Miss Dumpkins said.  ÒDo them, not me, they must be trained!Ó  But Doctor Johns was no pervert and he was upon her in a flash, the cane cast away, his cock prying between her clenched thighs to find her cunt.
         ÒGive me your cunt or IÕll fuck your ass,Ó Doctor Johns warned.
         ÒNooo, the girls!Ó Miss Dumpkins said.  
         Greg watched as the woman, her head lifted above his, suddenly gasped.  The doctor had yanked her thighs apart, pulled her butt back, and found an opening.  Greg wasnÕt sure which.
         ÒOooooh!  Please not my hole!Ó Miss Dumpkins said.
         ÒYes, your hiney-hole it will be then, to punish you,Ó Doctor Johns said.  ÒYou wish the same for the girls.  Well, try it yourself.Ó
         ÒNo, IÕve never had it th-th-tha-at way!Ó Miss Dumpkins gasped.
         ÒWhat?  God, youÕre so tight!  I think youÕre telling the truth!Ó Doctor Johns said.  ÒYou didnÕt want to ÔtrainÕ the girls, you wanted to watch them suffer and see what it was like!Ó
         ÒI know, I know,Ó Miss Dumpkins confessed.
         ÒAmazing,Ó Doctor Johns said.  ÒTo think youÕd play at being such a vixen, yet be an innocent, at least in your bottom,Ó Doctor Johns gasped.  His cock was truly being squeezed now.  Greg knew the feeling.  HeÕd porked girls every which way there was and the bottom was as inviting as a virginÕs slit.  Especially if it was virgin itself.  Doctor Johns groaned.  Despite all his years as a student and a resident, nothing had prepared him for this.  He was, Greg guessed, a virgin himself when it came to sticking himself up the female butthole.  Greg laughed.  He was bound, trussed up like a turkey, on GYN table no less, but it was hilarious to an experienced pro like himself to see a Doctor, A Doctor (!) struggle with his first anal entry.
         ÒThereÕs an outer ring and an inner ring, doctor,Ó Greg said to the man.  ÒThe outer one can be gotten open but the inner one requires coaxing.  Go slow, youÕll get it.  Otherwise you might tear it and harm her.Ó
         Little Gwen and Tabitha stared at Greg with wide eyes.  He realized what they were thinking.  TheyÕd chosen the right man for the job.  Not Dalton, apparenlty some 13-year-old who completely lacked sperm control, and not even Doctor Johns, who despite his medical license apparently had great gaps in his practical knowledge.  No, it was Greg theyÕd decided upon, hatching their little plot, and now they saw he was the man to take their virginity from them.  In two ways, not just one, as theyÕd intended.  Greg realized that, for their sakes, if nothing else, he owed it to them to open them up properly.  They were no longer just children to him anymore.  They were young ladies, seeking knowledge, and he didnÕt want to see them left to Dalton or, God forbid, to some other dude who might injure them.  GregÕs cock stiffened.  The girls watched it rise and their eyes, though still smarting from the cane, appeared mirthful.
         The two girls watched attentively as Miss Dumpkins received her first ride on the male prong.  Slowly, taking GregÕs advice, Doctor Johns forced his way up inside her ass. 
         ÒYes, yes, take it my sweet,Ó Doctor Johns urged Miss Dumpkins.  Bravely she let the weight of her bottom protrude into his urging hands.  His spear impaled her.  Greg guessed the woman was hardly Ôhis sweet,Õ though indeed sweet to fuck.  It was a fling, nothing more.  Greg had spied a wedding band on the manÕs finger and knew he wouldnÕt be doing anything more than taking his share of Miss Dumpkins, so he could boast to his friends that heÕd had her, a woman who was obviously the best-looking in the building, if not in the entire state.
         ÒOhhhh, no, itÕs-- itÕs so big I canÕt take it all,Ó Miss Dumpkins sighed.
         ÒYou know you can, I can feel, God, youÕre so tight, ah, I must have your shit all over my dick,Ó Doctor Johns groaned.  ÒMmmm, IÕm up high, gonna pull back a little, then ram it up!Ó 
         ÒOooof!  Please donÕ--Ó Miss Dumpkins urged, but he was already quick-thrusting in her, drawing back and then lunging up within her again.  She shrieked.  Gwen and TabithaÕs eyes were as big as saucers.
         ÒHethdointhherthgooth!Ó Gwen said thru her gag to Tabitha.  Tabitha nodded.  
         ÒAh, up and back, in and out, my sweet, yes, move your hips!Ó Doctor Johns said to Miss Dumpkins.  Together they began to move in unison.  His cock would draw back as her hips tightened and drew away.  Then, in an increasingly fluid movement, he would jab his big thing up her as she boldly pushed her bottom out to him.  Greg sighed.  It was glorious to watch.  But his penis was becoming rock hard again and he felt a new desperation.  He wished he could at least bring his legs together to console the stirring within his balls.  Even a squeeze of his own hairy thighs upon them would be some releif.  But instead they bulged anew, refilled by his youth and the Solumedrol the girls had injected him with.  His dick stood up ramrod straight and he wished he could poke it in anything, anything at all.  Even the privates of the two little virgins who gazed (when they werenÕt staring at the doctor and Miss Dumpkins) so attentively at it.
         ÒHethgettinthweallthBIGagainth!Ó Gwen said to Tabitha, turning her eyes to GregÕs growing cock.  Tabitha, sharing the same mindset as Gwen, easily understood her and nodded.  Doctor Johns, meanwhile, driving within Miss Dumpkins with passionate force, brought himself to the brink of climax.  The girls turned their eyes, watched.  Greg heard the doctor groan, laughed, felt Miss Dumpkins shudder against him as she received his seed.
         Slowly the two detached themselves from each other.  Greg heard the familiar ÔpopÕ as the doctor withdrew himself from Miss DumpkinsÕ (formerly) virgin butt.  The thought that two young virgins remained, to be trained to receive the male in all their holes, kept the doctor at half-staff even after heÕd cum.  Greg watched the manÕs tumescent prick warily.  He wasnÕt sure he wanted the less-than-good doctor doing his chicks.  Greg felt very solicitous of his twin virgins now.  They were young, adventurous.  In the wrong hands, hands like the doctorÕs, untrained and mean-spirited, they could wind up getting much more than they deserved.
         Yet Greg was tied to the GYN table.  He twisted his wrists in the tubing but the girls had done an excellent job of tying him down.  He suspected that in Girl Scouts, perhaps even in Brownies, the girls hadnÕt been learning how to tie knots with the purest of intentions.  Their Scout Leader might have admired their virtue in learning so well such an obviously innocent skill, but the girls themselves were practising for when theyÕd put a man into bondage, just like theyÕd read on (Greg suspected) alt.sex.stories.
         Greg tried moving his ankles and found they were just as secure.  He tried rising.  No luck.  His chest was as tightly bound as his arms and legs, leaving him just enough room to take a deep breath.  Greg watched with envy as Miss Dumpkins, nursing her behind, helped Doctor Johns untie the girls from GregÕs body.  The girlsÕ hands flew to their bottoms as soon as they were released.  Still wearing her gag, Gwen said,
         ÒThathhurth!Ó  
         Tabby nodded, clutching at her own bare behind.  
         ÒWewy, wewy BADTHLY!Ó Gwen added.  She lifted one of her saddle-shoed feet and then the other.  She still wore her bobby sox.  They were folded into little folds around her ankles.  Tabitha still wore her slinky thigh-high stockings.
         ÒMmmm, Doctor Johns, I do believe youÕve given each of these girls their first welt,Ó Miss Dumpkins said in an admiring tone.  She turned each girl, still gagged, but with her hands free and briskly rubbing her bottom, and gazed at their seats.  ÒYes.  I didnÕt dare, but you did.  Typical of a man.  Best for them, though, I suppose,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.  
         Tabitha managed, with Miss Dumpkins displacing her hands from her bottom to see her welt, to lift up her hands.  Gwen still kept her hands round her bottom, hoping, despite Miss DumpkinsÕ inspection, to somehow keep continuously rubbing it, perhaps forever.  
         Tabitha got her gag untied and pulled it off.  ÒOh!Ó she blurted.  ÒMy bottom feels like a hot ironÕs been placed across it!Ó
         ÒYes, dear, thatÕs what a welt feels like,Ó Miss Dumpkins said consolingly.  ÒI have one too, and so does Gwen.  Doctor Johns was meaner to you than I expected heÕd be.Ó
         Miss Dumpkins let go of the rubbery cheeks of TabithaÕs bottom.  She stepped over to Gwen and put her hands to the back of the girlÕs neck.  She untied GwenÕs gag, as Tabitha gave Doctor Johns a rueful raspberry.
         ÒWell, the same to you, except IÕm going to preserve my modesty and not actually deliver it,Ó Doctor Johns said.  ÒIÕm not 10 anymore like you are.Ó
         ÒOh!Ó Tabitha said.  She darted around behind Doctor Johns and slapped his hairy ass.
         Gwen, inspired by her friend, darted from Miss Dumpkins, leaving her gag in the womanÕs hand.
         ÒTake this, you dirty old man!Ó Gwen announced.  She seized the cane lying on the floor and went chasing after Doctor Johns.
         ÒWhoa!  Girls!  DonÕt--Ó Doctor Johns cried.  ÒYEEEOWCH!Ó  He clutched his bare ass as Gwen whacked it with the cane.  She struck again, hitting his hands.  ÒStop!  Stop!Ó Doctor Johns said.
         ÒI donÕt like you,Ó Gwen said to him.  She stuck out her tongue and gave him an even bigger display of raspberries than Tabitha had.
         ÒThatÕs it, IÕm leaving,Ó Doctor Johns said.  He grabbed up his clothes from the floor and his medical smock from the clothes rack.  ÒMiss Dumpkins, pleased to make your acquaintance,Ó he said.  He nodded to the woman.
         ÒThe pleasure was all mine,Ó Miss Dumpkins answered.  She smiled.  ÒIncluding the little present you left imprinted on my backside and inside it as well.Ó
         ÒIÕll be going now,Ó Doctor Johns said.  He was going to insult the girlsÕ ages again but Gwen lifted the cane menacingly.  He darted past her, she swished it, struck again.
         ÒGod DAMN!  Little 10-year-old whore!Ó Doctor Johns said.  He grabbed the handle on the exam room door and turned it.
         ÒIÕm not 10-years-old, IÕm 12!Ó Gwen announced.  She was about to chase after him but Miss Dumpkins but a hand to her shoulder.  
         ÒDonÕt dear, let him go,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.  ÒItÕs time for your pony ride.Ó
         Gwen shivered.  She let the cane fall from her hands.  Doctor Johns, apparently interested only in his own pleasure, and reasonably satisfied, closed the door behind him.  Greg was glad.  He could handle three women.  He wasnÕt sure he could handle the less-than-predictable Doctor Johns.  When the door had closed Miss Dumpkins stood a moment, waiting, stroking and pulling at GwenÕs pony tails with her fingers.  Then she went to the door and locked it from the inside.
         Miss Dumpkins turned and looked frankly at Greg.  ÒPoor boy, youÕve suffered so much,Ó she said.  She walked over to him, drawing a shivering Gwen along with her as she went.  She stood over his head, gazed down into his face.  Greg thought she was going to kiss him.  He watched the fruit of her breasts jiggling slightly beside his head.  ÒShould we do this here?Ó she asked frankly.
         ÒHuh?Ó Greg asked.
         ÒI donÕt entirely trust Doctor Johns,Ó she said.  ÒHe could report us.  Should we stay, or go?Ó
         ÒCum!Ó Gwen said, putting a hand to her pussy.
         ÒMmmm,Ó Tabitha agreed.  She nodded her head and, quite casually, put a finger to her cunt and diddled it within the lips.
         ÒGirls, I know youÕre wet and your little cunts are hungry,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.  ÒBut ItÕs too risky to stay here now.  We must go someplace else for your denoument.Ó
         ÒBut where?Ó Gwen asked frankly.  ÒMy parents are both home.Ó  She kept fingering herself, hoping for immediate pleasure.  
         ÒI donÕt know... let me think,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.  ÒMy boyfriendÕs staying in my apartment.  HeÕs a jealous sort.  HeÕd beat me if he knew I had another man in my life.Ó  She smiled at Greg.  ÒThatÕs why I like him.Ó
         ÒMy momÕs home,Ó Tabitha said.  She looked at Greg.  ÒHow about your place?Ó
         ÒUm, no luck.  I have a girlfriend and while she woulndÕt beat me sheÕd never understand me porking two girls just out of puberty,Ó Greg said.  
         ÒAm I out of puberty?Ó Gwen asked.  Miss Dumpkins smiled.
         ÒI donÕt know, dear, but youÕve got a fine pair of breasts that long to be kissed and a little puss youÕd be wasting if you kept it to yourself any longer.  Hmmm, thereÕs a dungeon downtown.  You know, a sex place.  For married couples and stuff.  I donÕt know if the proprietess would agree with two, well, two Ôminor childrenÕ getting porked in her place.  But we could try.  Otherwise,Ó she said, with a glance at Greg, ÒItÕs the Holiday Inn, and you and I, dear, had sex together when we were these girlsÕ ages, and weÕre their parents.Ó
         ÒOh, yes.  IÕm sure theyÕd fall for that,Ó Greg said.  ÒWhile dialing 911.Ó
         ÒYou never know, with me along it might work,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.
         ÒLetÕs try the dungeon place,Ó Greg said.  ÒAt least if she turns us away she wonÕt report us.Ó
         ÒOkay, then,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.  ÒBack into your panties, girls!  And help me untie your friend here, too. I know less about knots than I think you two do, judging from how well theyÕre made.Ó
         ÒIÕm an honor scout!Ó Gwen said.
         ÒIÕm sure you are, dear,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.  ÒBut get your panties on first, and your skirt, in case someone knocks.Ó
         Dressing as best they could, and with rather regretful looks on their faces, the girls helped Miss Dumpkins free Greg.
         Greg sat up.  It felt great to be free.  He flexed his arms, his legs.  He felt his wrists.  He cast a sidelong glance at the surgical kit Tabitha had played doctor with.
         ÒWeÕve got to wash this sperm out of our hair!Ó Gwen announced.  Miss Dumpkins nodded.
         ÒWhat am I going to do about this?Ó Greg asked frankly.
         ÒYour cock?Ó Miss Dumpkins said.
         ÒItÕs hard as a rock,Ó Greg said.  He gazed down at himself.  Behind him, the girls turned on the sink and untied their hair.
         ÒOuch!  Let me go first!Ó Tabitha said.  ÒDonÕt bump your head against mine.Ó
         ÒWell if someone comes in I donÕt want them to see just ME with sperm in my hair!Ó Gwen said.
         ÒWell, weÕll share then, as best we can, but remember itÕs MY dadÕs sink!Ó Tabitha warned her friend.  Bumping their heads together, they managed to both somehow alternately catch the water in their hair from the handicapped-equipped sink.  Although pubescent girls with sperm in their hair had doubtless not been one of the handicaps the government intended to address when mandating handicapped-equipped sinks, it was perfect.  The girls picked up a bottle of soap and squirted it on their heads.  They washed diligently.  Miss Dumpkins told them to hurry.
         
         It was a little while later that two girls with towels curiously wrapped round their heads and rather mussed clothes showed up at the doorstep of the townÕs only S&M club.  Greg and Miss Dumpkins entered with them, Greg sporting a distinct bulge in his pants and incongruously wearing his football uniform.  Miss Dumpkins was dressed as a clinical nurse.
         ÒWhoa, all the costumes in the world arenÕt getting these two past me,Ó a middle-aged women said, coming out from behind the glassed-in booth where people paid her their fees to rent rooms by the hour.  
         ÒHi, Beth,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.  She paused, swallowed.  ÒUm, I know theyÕre young, but weÕre not trying to fool you about them.  WeÕre rather in a hurry.  Could you let us have a room?Ó
         The two girls wiggled visibly under the middle-aged womanÕs stare.  Gwen, suddenly losing her reserve, stuck her finger under her dress and played with her slit.
         ÒMy, I see, youÕve already started,Ó the middle-aged woman said.  Tabitha looked at Gwen, bit her lip and, copying her friend, stuck her hand under her dress and let out a small sigh of relief as her finger found her cunt.  
         The middle-aged woman looked from the girls to the Greg.  She eyed his boner with obvious pleasure.  Finally she looked at Miss Dumpkins.  
         ÒAlright, Sylvia, but just this once,Ó the middle-aged woman said.
         ÒOh, thank you,Ó Sylvia said.  She opened her purse.
         ÒNever mind, just get these two little ones out of my lobby,Ó the proprietess said.  Greg nodded.  He put a hand to the back of each girlÕs head and guided them forward.  The proprietess stepped back, opened a door.  She let them into a long hallway.  
         ÒIÕll give you the key... ah...Ó she walked back into her glassed-in booth, then turned to look at the girls through the open door.  ÒAre they virgins?Ó 
         Greg nodded.
         ÒRoom 42, then,Ó the proprietess said.  ÒIt wonÕt give you the answer to Ôlife, the universe, and everything,Õ but itÕs far enough back that people wonÕt hear them screaming when you pop them.Ó
         Gwen and Tabitha glanced anxiously at each other.  But they kept on rubbing their slits under their shortened skirts.
         
         The foursome entered within the darkness of a room.  Miss Dumpkins felt for a light switch, found it.  She flipped it on.  A roomful of bizarre instruments of torture lit up before their eyes.  Gwen and Tabitha gasped.  Greg stifled a gasp of his own.  HeÕd mostly spent his life laying chicks.  This gave that art a whole new dimension.
         ÒYes, itÕs a room for torture, but *sexual* torture,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.
         ÒThatÕs a relief,Ó Greg replied.
         ÒOoooh, wahtÕs that?Ó Gwen asked in a low voice.
         ÒI donÕt have time to explain everything to you girls,Ó Miss Dumpkins answered.  ÒOr, rather, you two donÕt have the time to listen.  You canÕt stay wet forever and itÕs going to be a difficult enough ride for you as it is.  Get out of your things.  You too, Greg.  And then get on that.Ó  She pointed.
         Greg looked.  He saw a flat table, made of wood, but with its top covered with padded leather.  
         ÒBe glad it has a pad on it,Ó Miss Dumpkins said.  ÒRoom 41 is bare wood.  I get splinters in my ass when my boyfriend makes me lie on it.Ó
         ÒIt-- ItÕs a rack,Ó Greg stammered.  He cold see a windlass at each end.
         ÒYes, darling, itÕs just like the GYN table in many respects, except Doctor Johns wonÕt be arriving here with the police, as he might back in the room we left.Ó
         ÒYou really think heÕd do that?Ó Greg asked.
         ÒWhy do you think I took care to wipe your sperm off the table and floor?Ó she replied.  ÒGet on the table.  IÕll buckle you in.  Spread your legs.  I want you as deliciously tortured as the girls are going to be, having to ride that giant thing between your legs they think is a cock.Ó
         ÒIt isnÕt?!Ó Gwen asked, wide eyed, lowering her panties.
         ÒJust kidding, dear.  I think God switched organs with a mule when making him, just for his amusement.Ó
         They undressed.  It was quiet in the room.  Somewhere water could be heard dripping and Greg wondered what it was, if it would drive him out of his mind once he was tied down to the rack.  He kicked off everything, stripping down to his bare feet.  It thrilled him, in a creepy sort of way, to be completely naked in such a deadly-looking place.  The girls kept their shoes on, and their stockings, but everything else came off.  At last they were all nude together and for a moment they just stared, mesmerized by the sight of each othersÕ nude bodies in such a wicked place and the thought of what, with just a little consent, they could inflict on each other.  
         Gwen and Tabitha glanced around them.
         ÒThis is a scary place,Ó Gwen admitted.  Freely she began rubbing her slit again.  Tabitha, her thighs shivering, somehow found the reserve not to play with herself.  Perhaps she was too scared to.  Both of them had eyes like saucers.
         ÒMmmm, but what a special place to torture a guy like Greg,Ó she smiled.  Greg shook his head.  He was right.  SheÕd be another Miss Dumpkins someday, loving the lash and everything else that such play involved.  Greg scanned Miss DumpkinsÕ body for scars but found none.  He guessed she was lucky.
         ÒGreg, dear, get up on the table, I want to tie you down,Ó Miss Dumpkins said to the man.  He felt rather stupid obeying, but he did anyway.  His cock was too hard for him to resist.  He hoisted his ass onto the table and felt the leather underneath it.  Cool, a little too much so to sit on, until his flesh warmed it.  Then he lay back.  He stretched out his arms and legs.  He could see, down below the horizon of his hairy chest, his dick sticking up like a tower.  
         Sylvia (it was no use calling her by her proper name anymore, he reasoned, it was too formal for the intimacy theyÕd share now) came up to him and kissed him.
         ÒHi-- Sylvia,Ó he said to her.
         ÒHi Greggie,Ó she answered.  She gave him a polite kiss.  He felt the weight of her breasts in the air, then the brush of them against his cheek as she straightened up.  He lifted his head to catch at one of her nipples but she drew back, denied him.  ÒGirls, get some vaseline and KY out of that cabinet over there,Ó she said, turning to the twin virgins.  ÒYouÕre going to have to lube Greg up good to ride on his prong.Ó
         ÒOkay,Ó twin voices piped up.  Greg closed his eyes.  He tried to relax.  He tried not to worry about the fact that he was in a dungeon and to concentrate instead on the work ahead.  It was, he agreed, best for the girls that they should get to control him as they rode the male prong for the first time in their lives.  They were young, virgin.  He would never allowed them to take such liberties with him when he was their age.  But now, a well-seasoned soldier on the battlefield of sex, he had no need to dominate.  He could just lie back and concentrate on retaining his seed while their little hands lubed him, and on holding back for as long as possible while each of them broke her hymen over his rod and rode it to glory.
         Greg heard the crack of a whip.
         ÒOWWWW!Ó Gwen cried.  He turned his head.
         ÒGirls, donÕt play with the cat oÕ nine tails!  Get the lube!  WeÕve got work to do,Ó Sylvia said.
         ÒShe whacked my bottom!Ó Gwen whined.
         ÒI didnÕt do it hard, silly,Ó Tabitha said.
         Gwen stood clutching her bottom.  The towel was off her head and her hair was a damp mass of gold tumbling down past her face and halfway down her back. 
         ÒYou donÕt *have* to hit somebody hard to make it hurt with that thing,Ó Gwen said, a tear in her eye.
         ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Tabitha said contritely.  She gave the cat to Gwen.  She turned and presented her bare ass to the girl.  ÒHere, you can hit me back with it.Ó
         ÒGirls,Ó Sylvia called out.  Greedily Gwen accepted the cat and eyed her friendÕs bottom.
         WHACK!  She slashed the cat across TabbyÕs rear.
         ÒYEEEEEOOOOOOCH!Ó Tabby hollared.  She leapt into the air like a caught fish on an anglerÕs line.  She clapped her hands to her bottom and danced from foot to foot, making her large bosoms bounce lewdly on her chest.
         ÒThatÕs what you get for doing it to me,Ó Gwen said happily, watching her friend.
         ÒGirls, IÕm going to give you both a taste of the cat if you donÕt get some lube and get over here,Ó Sylvia warned.
         ÒGosh that does hurt,Ó Tabby admitted when sheÕd finally settled down enough to speak.  Tears were in her eyes.  Greg guessed she might have any extra welt or two on her bottom in the morning.  Small ones, from where the catÕs nine tails bit into her tender ass.
         Syliva, binding GregÕs wrists, went to his feet next.  ÒYou have smelly feet,Ó she told him.
         ÒAll men have smelly feet,Ó Gwen announced, trotting over with a whole handful of lubes, oils, and ointments.  She dumped her armful onto GregÕs chest.  ÒDo I have enough?Ó she asked Sylvia.
         ÒYes, dear, you could lubricate NapoleonÕs Army,Ó Sylvia answered with a grin.  ÒAre you still wet?Ó  The girl reached down, felt her cunny with her finger, nodded.  She rubbed her clit a little.
         ÒYep,Ó she answered.
         ÒVery good,Ó Sylvia said, busily restraining GregÕs feet.  She used leather straps.  They cut into GregÕs skin a little, but he didnÕt mind.  He was too preoccupied with his dick.
         It was ravenous.  HeÕd shot off once but the Solumedrol was still having its effect.  And he needed to pee again, though heÕd done so at the medical building before leaving it.  TheyÕd all peed, in a small toilet, each modestly taking a turn.  It had been rather strange, seeing them go in and out, alone, the others waiting, the two girls furtively frigging themselves all the while under their skirts.  Gwen had warned them not to orgasm.  TheyÕd need all the juice they had for their horsey ride.
         When Greg was tied Sylvia turned the crank that held his feet.
         ÒHey!Ó Greg protested.
         ÒDarling, we must make it a little painful,Ó Sylvia laughed.  ÒDonÕt be such a baby.Ó
         ÒDamn!  IÕm-- hey, thatÕs far enough!Ó Greg called out.  
         ÒOh, alright,Ó Sylvia said.  She gave him a bit of slack back but he was still stretched out quite tautly.  His hairy chest rose and fell, nervously.  His dick stuck up like a big red spear.  It pulsed with his blood.  He hoped little Tabitha didnÕt get anymore ideas about playing with knives.  
         ÒMmmm, heÕs SO big,Ó Tabitha said, gliding up to the rack, still holding her wounded hindquarters in her palms.  
         ÒI go first,Ó Gwen said.  She kneed her way up onto the table.  She turned, showing her bottom to GregÕs face, and picked up a bottle of KY.  She squirted its contents liberally over GregÕs dick.  He sighed at the sudden coolness of the fluid against the hot skin of his cock.  Diligently Gwen, straddling his stomach, began to lubricate the entire length of his shaft.  She could easily get both her hands around his thing, leaving room to spare.  Yes, he was a monster, he had to admit.  He hoped he didnÕt injure the girl when she attempted to mount him.
         ÒLet me help,Ó Tabitha said.  Gwen seemed not to wish to share GregÕs dick with her but Sylvia told her she must.  Together the two virgins coated GregÕs penis with everything Gwen had brought to the table.
         ÒWeÕre gonna need it,Ó Gwen said to Tabitha.  Tabitha nodded.
         At last the two girls were satisfied that theyÕd done all they could to smoothe their ride.  At SylviaÕs urging (for they might have done more, perhaps to unconsciously delay the moment as long as they could), Gwen turned around.  Still straddling GregÕs stomach, she began to crawl backward.
         Greg felt his cockhead bump the girlÕs bottom.  
         ÒUp, darling, donÕt kneel so low.  Straighten your legs.  DonÕt crouch,Ó Sylvia urged.  Gwen obeyed and got herself up over GregÕs thrusting prong.  ÒNow settle onto it,Ó Sylvia said.  Gwen nodded, paused a moment, then spread her small cuntlips with her fingers.  Using her other hand, she grappled with GregÕs cock.  It was almost too big for her little fist to get hold of.  But she managed it and, guiding her childish twat over his big pulsing manhood, she sat onto his prong.
         ÒOooooh!  I can feel him!Ó Gwen declared.  Greg felt his pee slit touch, then slip within, the folds of her cunt.
         Sylvia put her hands upon GwenÕs shoulders.  ÒBear down, girl.  HeÕs got to go up you.  YouÕre not to ride on his peehole.Ó
         ÒOoohh, no, I canÕt!Ó Gwen pleaded, but Sylvia gave her a quick shove and suddenly Greg felt himself slide into the girlÕs vagina.
         ÒOOOCH!Ó Gwen cried.  She looked down at herself.  ÒOooh, IÕm stuck on him,Ó she said.  And indeed she was.  She was perched atop GregÕs dick alright, but appeared to be unable to get him up her.  Gwen lifted her hands.  She wobbled atop his prong, which waved like a stalk of wheat in the breezes of summer.  
         ÒLook ma, no hands!Ó Tabitha teased.
         ÒI-- canÕt get him out of me but I canÕt get him anymore in, either,Ó Gwen confessed.
         ÒBear down, dear.  HeÕs got to pop you,Ó Sylvia said.  Helpfully she put her hands onto the girlÕs shoulders again.  She shoved, harder this time.
         ÒOUUUCCH!Ó Gwen cried.  Suddenly Greg felt a wetness splatter his cock, his loins.  Blood.  GwenÕs blood.  The blood of her hymen.  The girl began to cry.
         ÒDown, bitch!  Bear down!Ó Sylvia said.  She shoved the girl harder onto GregÕs prong.
         ÒOooooooEEEEEE!Ó Gwen howled.  Like a girl sliding down a firehouse pole, she slid down upon GregÕs very-well greased pole.  Greg felt her tightness enveloping him and he felt an enormous need to discharge.  But, gritting his teeth, he did his best to hold back.  He wanted to give her a decent ride, and there was still Tabby to go after Gwen.
         ÒUnnnh, unnnh, unnnh,Ó Gwen began to babble.  She struggled to rise up but Sylvia would only let her up a little, letting Greg slide out of her just a few inches, then sheÕd ruthlessly ram the girl further down, pushing his shaft even deeper into her.
         ÒOur Mission:  To Go Where No Man Has Gone Before,Ó Greg repeated wryly to himself, while gritting his teeth against his impending need to spend.  She was so tight!  It was delicious, but, he felt like all the blood was being pushed out of his cock.  God, what he woudnÕt do in this moment for a nice loose Woman who could just let him sluice in her and enjoy it and spend.  HeÕd plumbed the depths of many a virgin.  He really didnÕt need this any more.  This was Work, plain and simple.  He felt like a horse being taken out for one more lap around a track heÕd long since tired of.  But he did his best to hold back.  The poor girl had earned it.  Somebody had to pop her and it may as well, he guessed, be him.  But he was no longer doing her for the sake of boasting, for the sake of beating a rival.  Suddenly, as he felt her tight tube slide down upon him, he felt he would have paid a rival to take her from him, provided he did well by her.  No, he was just doing her, well, because he somehow cared about how it all turned out for her.  But, damn, she was awfully tight.
         ÒOoooo, I donÕt like this!  IÕm going to tell my daddy you forced meeee!Ó Gwen cried.  Big tears rolled down her childish cheeks.
         ÒShush, dear, you can tell your daddy whatever you like when itÕs over, but right now I want you to ride him!  Up and down, up and down, let GregÕs thing split you wide open!Ó
         ÒEek!  No!  Oook!  Stop!  IÕm POPPING!Ó Gwen yelled.
         ÒYouÕre already popped, dear, now youÕve got to learn to get him all the way up inside you and ride up and down on him,Ó Sylvia said.  Greg felt the girlÕs wet tightness descend lower and lower.  ÒThere, there,Ó Sylvia said.  ÒYouÕre taking him!  Very good!  See, youÕre a big girl now!Ó
         ÒYouÕre popped,Ó Tabitha said from beside the table.  She stood frigging her wet slit with her finger.  It looked quite small next to the big thing Gwen had just had driven up in her.
         ÒNow, letÕs get going,Ó Sylvia said.  Gwen was settled now completely upon GregÕs penis.  Sylvia slapped the girlÕs bottom.  ÒUp and down!  Move it, honey!  I want to see you ride him!Ó
         ÒOhhhhhhhhh,Ó Gwen uttered as Sylvia lifted the girl up by holding her under her arms.  GwenÕs eyes were closed and her lashes fluttered.  She reached for her button but wasnÕt quite able to reach it, for it was pressed against GregÕs penis now.
         ÒNo, youÕre not to be frigging yourself anymore, dear.  YouÕre FUCKING now,Ó Sylvia said.  She let go of the girl.  GwenÕs eyes popped open and with a prolonged gasp she slid all the way down onto GregÕs cock again.  
         ÒDo him!  Ride him!  Make him spill!Ó Tabitha cried from beside the table, frigging herself furiously.  Sylvia, hoping Gwen would ride on her own now, stepped quickly over to Tabby and grabbed at her wrists.
         ÒOhhh, donÕt!Ó Tabitha cried.  But Gwen caught the girlÕs hands and lifted them up, held them captive.  
         ÒYouÕll need all the juice youÕve got in your little slit for riding his Thing now,Ó Sylvia said.  ÒDonÕt orgasm standing here on the floor.Ó
         ÒOhhh, I donÕt want to ride his thing, itÕs too awful-looking,Ó Tabitha said quietly.
         Gwen, meanwhile, was beginning to learn what to do.  Boldly she began to bounce up and down on GregÕs cock.  He found himself tightly encased in her little sheath and prayed that he could hold out.  ÔOne more, one more,Õ he kept telling himself, reminding himself that he had to do Tabby too.
         ÒMmmm, this feels good!Ó Gwen suddenly blurted.  Her eyes popped open and she clutched at her breasts with her hands.
         ÒThere, youÕre getting the hang of it,Ó Sylvia smiled.  ÒYour little clit will get all the attention it needs now, rubbing against GregÕs penis.Ó
         ÒOhhh, yes!  Yes!  IÕm still being frigged even though IÕm not frigging myself,Ó Gwen admitted, in astonishment.
         ÒItÕs called fucking, dear,Ó Sylvia said.  Playfully she bumped her pubis against Tabitha from behind.  The dark-haired girl seemed not to mind and stuck her bottom forcefully backward, bumping SylviaÕs puss.  Sylvia cast her hips forward again and the two began to playfully imitate fucking, though neither had anything to do the other with, possessing only their little pussies.
         Gwen rode upon GregÕs tool.  Greg gritted his teeth and fought his need to spend.  ÒOh!  Oh!  Oh!  I think IÕm cumming!Ó Gwen announced.  
         ÒGreg, give her a little,Ó Sylvia said.  She caressed GregÕs thigh.  When she saw little Gwen was on the brink but Greg had still managed not to spill, she eased a hand between his legs and, getting it underneath GwenÕs rising and falling bottom, she caught up one of GregÕs testicle nuts in her hands.  She squeezed him.
         ÒOh!Ó Greg hollared.  And quite suddenly, just as little Gwen began to juice him, he shot up inside her.
         ÒEEEEEk!  HeÕs peeing in me!Ó Gwen cried.
         ÒItÕs his cum, dear,Ó Sylvia answered.  ÒTake it, take it all, milk him with your little twat.Ó
         ÒYes!Ó Tabitha agreed.  She could rub herself again, with one of SylviaÕs hands preoccupied, and she did so furiously.  
         Sylvia pumped GregÕs balls with her hand.  Greg arched his hips, impaling Gwen even more deeply.  Gwen rose and fell on him, her breasts bouncing, playing with her nipples and shouting as she joined with him in devirginating herself.  Tabitha, watching, rubbed herself like a girl gone mad and suddenly howled as she spent on her finger.
         
         ÒMmmm, that was luscious,Ó Slyvia said afterward.  They sat in a small sitting room reserved just for guests.  The proprietess, uneasy at first, had at last relented to let them partake of it.  It was a way-station for those who played, but might wish to play more, or join with others.  It overlooked a small duck pond where, in a clutter of leaves, ducks circled, quacking happily.
         They were still nude.  GregÕs erection was limp, but not dead, and promised to enlarge again.  Tabby sat alone in a big leather chair, her legs spread, showing her still-virgin slit.  Gwen, devirginated now, sat in a big leather chair of her own, but had her thighs pressed together.  Sylvia sipped a cocktail, admired GregÕs penis from across a throw rug which separated their chairs.  
         The proprietess hovered nearby.  There were certain guests she felt wouldnÕt mind seeing Tabby and Gwen in the sitting room.  Those she would permit to enter.  Others would be told the room was closed for repairs.  A maid, barely 18, served drinks from a tray.  She was topless.  Greg watched with admiration as her young breasts bounced nakedly on her chest.  She eyed his penis.  
         ÒWhy donÕt you have a bra on?Ó Gwen asked the girl, perhaps envious, though she was as well endowed herself, though only 12.
         ÒWhy arenÕt you wearing panties?Ó the maid shot back.
         Gwen stuck her thumb into her mouth, defensively.  ÒI donÕt know,Ó she answered.
         A couple answered.  A nude man and woman.  The proprietess had let them by.  The were fresh from fucking, Greg could tell.  He could smell the lust of their adventure together on their bodies.
         ÒMmmm, hi,Ó the woman said.  She sat down on the couch Greg was sitting on.  Openly she reached over and stroked his penis.  Sylvia, sitting on a loveseat across from Greg, was joined by the man.  He refrained from touching her but he eyed her with obvious passion.
         ÒIÕm taken,Ó Sylvia said to the man.  She smiled at the woman sitting across from her, so as not to offend her.  But she didnÕt want to mate with her boyfriend, her husband, whoever she was.  Yet she did cast an appreciative eye over his body, looking just from the corner of her eye, so as not to display too much interest.
         ÒI have a whole box of condoms with your name on them,Ó the man said to Slyvia.
         ÒIÕm sure you do,Ó Sylvia answered.
         ÒSheÕs a virgin,Ó Gwen said.  She pointed to Tabitha.  The 13-year-old clapped her hands to her face.
         ÒAm not!Ó Tabitha cried.
         Gwen, still sucking her thumb, pulled it from her mouth and said, ÒAre too!Ó  Then she looked at the man whoÕd just joined them.  ÒI just lost mine,Ó she confessed.
         ÒMmmm, I have several boxes of condoms with all your names on them,Ó the man said.
         ÒWeÕre-- weÕre together,Ó Greg said.  ÒWeÕre not looking for company today.Ó  But the woman kept stroking his shaft and he did nothing to stop her.  And Sylvia added, ÒSome other time, perhaps.  But youÕre welcome to share drinks with us.Ó
         Outside the sun was setting over the trees.  The ducks quarreled over a leaf which fell into the pond, perhaps thinking it edible.  The woman, whose name they didnÕt know, sipped a drink the maid served her and continued stroking GregÕs penis.  He didnÕt mind.  He suspected the others didnÕt either for, once he was hard, it would be back to the dungeon, to devirginate Tabby.  The lone virgin, watching with interest as GregÕs cock began to enlarge, quietly began rubbing her slit.
         ÒIt would be delightful, donÕt you think, to all do it together?Ó the woman asked.
         ÒI donÕt know,Ó Greg answered.  He looked at Sylvia.  
         ÒAre you clean?Ó Sylvia asked.
         ÒOf course, otherwise I would not propose it,Ó the woman replied.  
         ÒWe could go to our place,Ó the man proposed.  ÒBathe there, everything.  Wash our clothes.  Then party.Ó
         ÒWell, a fresh start would be nice,Ó Sylvia confessed with a blush.  ÒWhat do you think, Greg?Ó 
         ÒI donÕt mind,Ó Greg replied.  He looked at the girls.  ÒWhen do you two have to be home?Ó
         ÒNo special time,Ó Tabitha said.
         ÒMe neither,Ó Gwen said.  Greg was sure they were both lying but he was also sure theyÕd become adept at making up excuses for their parents.  They looked like girls who knew how to do that.  
         ÒAlright,Ó Greg said.  They rose.
         ÒIÕm Ann,Ó the woman said to him.  
         ÒIÕm Greg,Ó Greg replied.  She shook his cock with her hands.
         ÒIÕm Ed,Ó the new man said.
         ÒEd,Ó pleased to meet you, Sylvia replied.  And she took hold of his penis, which had grown considerably since theyÕd entered the room, and shook it.
         
         They dressed and went to the coupleÕs home.  The proprietess seemed glad to see them go.  The two girls rode with Greg, in his new Toyota RX-7.  Sylvia followed them in her Mustang.  Ed and Ann led the way, in EdÕs Suburban.
         The couple lived in a pleasant home on the edge of town.  It looked new.  The house was surrounded by trees and they were changing color as the fall set in.  The couple parked their Suburban in their driveway and Greg and Sylvia parked on the street running in front of the coupleÕs home.  
         Inside, they undressed and shared a shower.  The couple had a gang-type shower, apparently built with just such liasons in mind.  Both men were hard again and everyone washed each other, but, except for an attentive washing of the loins, there was no sex in the shower.  They emerged refreshed and toweled each other off.  The women did up their hair and applied new makeup while the men retreated together to the living room and settled bare-assed into cloth covered chairs for a smoke.  
         Presently the females emerged from the bathroom.  Both men were pleasantly hard again.  There was an air of tension but, except perhaps for Tabby, who was still a virgin, it was a tension mixed with quiet pleasure.  Ann asked Gwen to help her mix and serve drinks.  Tabby settled onto GregÕs lap.  She wedged herself over his penis so that it ran under her pussy and along the lower crack of her butt.  She sat facing Ed.  Greg ran his fingers through her brown hair.  First on her head, and then between her legs.
         Tabby wriggled.  Sylvia had settled beside Ed and she passed her hand along the length of his impressive shaft.  
         ÒYou look full,Ó she said, gazing down at the weighty balls he possessed under his dick.  They were squashed into the seat of the chair and pressed in on both sides by his thighs.
         ÒI am,Ó Ed said.  He put his arm around SylviaÕs shoulders.  She let her head rest on his shoulder and sighed.
         ÒMmmmm, I think itÕs going to be a wonderfully long night,Ó Slyvia said.
         ÒDrinks, anyone?Ó Ann asked, emerging from the kitchen.  ÒOhhh, a bird in the hand is worth two bushes, I see,Ó Ann laughed, seeing her husbandÕs penis running through SylviaÕs fist.  AnnÕs pubis was red, like her hair, and GwenÕs was white-blonde.  They both stood with their hips arched out slightly, as if expecting something perhaps, holding drink trays.
         ÒIÕll have a daquiri,Ó Sylvia said.  Ann had the drink on her tray and gave it to her.  
         ÒYou choose well,Ó Ann said to her.  ÒYou chose what I fixed.Ó
         ÒI could hear you discussing what to make with Gwen in the kitchen,Ó Sylvia laughed.
         ÒI guess we should have asked but... we wanted to make them quick lest we be left out,Ó Ann laughed.
         ÒI fixed you lemonade,Ó Gwen said to Tabitha.
         ÒWhat?Ó Tabitha asked.
         ÒSheÕs kidding, dear, we fixed daquiris for everyone,Ó Ann said.  ÒEven for you.Ó
         ÒAnd me too,Ó Gwen said.
         Presently, when the drinks had been consumed, and everyone was feeling agreeable, the two girls with a light buzz in their heads, Ann suggested that they all head back to the bedroom.  Heads nodded.  The men rose, their organs stiff.  The females got up, smiling, admiring the menÕs erections with their eyes.  Then the women passed their hands over the menÕs tools, took hold of them and, with Ann leading Gwen by the hand and Sylvia leading Tabitha, each of the women holding one of the men by his prick, they went down the hall to the bedroom.
         The bedcovers were already turned back.  A lamp was lit, casting a dim glow, there was a pile of condoms by the bedside and bottles of ointment and jelly.
         ÒYou girls are on the Pill?Ó Ann asked.
         ÒOf course, we started last week,Ó Gwen replied.
         A momentÕs hesitation.  Then, Ed taking GwenÕs arm, he tumbled into bed with the blonde.  He kissed her.  She resisted a little, then relented.  
         ÒGet in the bed, dear.  ItÕs time,Ó Sylvia said to Tabby.
         ÒOh, IÕm not sure I want to!Ó Tabitha answered.  Gwen gave a small cry as Ed, turning her onto her belly, told her he wanted her bottom.
         ÒGo easy on her, sheÕs a virgin back there,Ó Greg said.  He felt no jealousy.  HeÕd had her twat, and he wanted to fuck Ann.  She was lovely, a redhead.  She had large pert bosoms and and beautiful round ass.  But first he would have to break in Tabitha.  
         ÒGet in,Ó he urged Tabitha.  He pushed at her small back.  Skittishly she approached the bed, watching as Ed manfully lubed up his dick.  Gwen lay underneath the man, her eyes large, the hind cheeks of her bottom huddled together like twin overturned bowls of vanilla jello.
         Tabitha took to the bed on all fours.  Greg gazed at the purse of her fig, watched as she crawled up to the bedÕs headboard, perhaps hoping to find refuge there.  He got in behind her.  His dick waggled beneath him, a great pole of flesh.  His balls were full.  He kneed his way into the sheets and reached out his great football hero hands and took hold of TabithaÕs breasts.  She shivered.  He lay down, letting his big penis lie trapped underneath him, sweetly trapped, between the heaviness of his thighs and the soft sheet of the bed.  His balls bulged between his legs.  He suckled on TabithaÕs breasts.  The girls sighed.  She let her legs fall open.
         ÒGreg, roll on your side,Ó Sylvia urged.  ÒI have to lube you.Ó  Greg complied, still feasting on TabithaÕs virgin tits.  To his delight he felt four female hands come into contact with his groin.  SylviaÕs, and AnnÕs.  As Tabitha flinched under his kisses the two women stroked him and applied KY to his organ with knowing finesse.  Greg lifted his head.  He felt a thrill pass through his loins at the redheaded Ann.  She would be a choice fuck.  He watched her mature bosoms moving with a gentle, heavy swing on her chest.  Then he turned his face back to Tabby.  He took her right nipple into his mouth and, applying his teeth, he gave it a gentle hickey.
         ÒOh!Ó Tabby cried out.  It was her first hickey, Greg guessed, at least in a tender spot like that.  She looked down at her bosom and he moved his mouth to her other tit.  She tried to draw back, he held her.  He gave her a small hickey on the areola of her other breast.
         ÒOh, I am ruined now,Ó Tabby said.  But when Greg moved his mouth to her neck she didnÕt resist.  He gave her a hickey there, too, then placed his mouth full on hers and drove in his tongue.
         A minute later and all was in readiness.  Greg lay atop Tabby, mounting her.  Beside Tabby, on her belly, lay Gwen.  Ed lifted up GwenÕs bottom and positioned his cockhead over her asshole.  Greg, meanwhile, knelt between TabbyÕs legs and felt her bosoms rising and falling beneath him as she waited on her back for him to enter.  The two women held TabbyÕs ankles apart, lest she should resist.
         And then the girls were entered.  They both gave up yelps, screamy cries.  For both it was a difficult journey.  But as the hour passed they lost their respective virginities, Tabby spilling blood on the sheet, Gwen not, for Ed went into her back hole with great care.

         In the cool of the morning the six of them went for a hike in the autumn woods.  There was a small forest behind the coupleÕs house, perfect for such an aventure, and unlikely to be met with by neighbors so early in the morning.  Gwen wore her saddle shoes, and socks loaned to her by Ann.  The men wore their shoes, Ann wore sneakers.  Sylvia and Tabby, not wishing to wear their heels, wore three pairs of socks each, loaned to them by Ann.  The two women each carrie backpacks on their backs with makeshift clothes, should they be needed.
         ÒMmmm, smell that crisp autumn air,Ó Ann said, walking beside Greg.  He smiled.  SheÕd proven as good a fuck as heÕd hoped and now she was right next to him, her large breasts bobbing nakedly, and in time with the joggling of his nude penis.  He was erect, theyÕd desisted making love on awakening, preferring a nude breakfast together by the fireplace and then a walk bare-assed in the woods instead.  Ahead of him, Ed walked hand-in-hand with both Gwen and Tabby.  TabbyÕs bottom was still virgin, otherwise all of them in the troupe were now fully experienced, except that the twin girls hadnÕt learned to give head yet.  Greg guessed Ed might teach the girls that skill too and take TabbyÕs bottomhole, but he still felt no jealousy.  He had no particular interest in little girls and Ann was a delightful fuck, not one worth trading, in his mind, for the hard work of opening up TabbyÕs ass.
         Sylvia trailed behind, not forgotten, but enjoying, Greg guessed, the sight of both menÕs bare, hairy buns as they walked ahead of her.  She had cut a branch from a birch tree, a slender one, and was whisking it lightly in the leaves.  She carried the knife sheÕd cut the branch with in her other hand, blade out.
         Beyond the woods was a farm.  
         ÒOh, it looks so lovely!Ó Gwen cried.  She squeezed EdÕs hand.  
         ÒI donÕt know if anyone lives there,Ó Ed said.  Goats eat the grass in the meadow, but they may be wild, for all I know.  IÕve never seen the owner.
         ÒLetÕs run across the meadow!Ó Gwen gushed.  
         ÒOh, I donÕt think...Ó Ed said.
         ÒCome on, honey.  WeÕve never seen anyone living there,Ó Ann said.  She took off her backpack, carrying half their clothes, and cast it onto the ground, into the leaves.  She stretched.  ÒIt feels good to have that bulky old thing off me.  ItÕs just like you men, to make us women do all the work!Ó
         ÒYes!Ó Sylvia agreed.  She pulled her backpack off her shoulders.  She dropped it into the grass.  Then she knelt and carefully put her knife away inside it.  She stood up, picked up her birch stick.  ÒLetÕs run naked across the meadow.  Will the goats stab at us with their horns?Ó
         ÒNo,Ó Ann said, stroking her fingers over GregÕs balls.  ÒAt least I hope not.  Prince Charles met a goat that didnÕt like him once, but these look fairly old and harmless.Ó
         ÒWell, alright, then,Ó Ed relented, which was best, since Gwen was already venturing out into the meadow.  ÒHardly anyone lives around us, let alone back here in these fields.Ó  He watched GwenÕs retreating 12-year-old bottom and suddenly darted forward to catch her.  She saw him, ran ahead, he chased her.
         
         A few minutes later the men stood panting.  The two of them had begun to feel their morning coffee in their bladders and they stood merrily pissing against the side of a tree.  The females, snooping around an old dilapidated barn next to the tree, looked for someplace where they might go themselves.
         ÒOh well, I guess we can just kneel down and piss in the grass,Ó Ann said finally.  She laughed.  She knelt in the shade of the tree.  It was getting hot.  
         A gunshot rang out.  Ann looked up with a start.  A pair of birds nesting in the tree above went clattering off through the branches and into the sky.  From around the back of the barn came an old farmer, dressed in classic overalls and buttoned-up bib.  He had a straw hat on his head and, his hand, he carried a rifle.  The blast had been at close range.  Gwen swore she heard a bullet zing past her bottom.  All six of them stood naked and still as he approached, the men even cutting off the flow of their urine in respect for his sudden presence.
         ÒWhat dÕye mean to be doinÕ, peeinÕ on this here land?Ó the farmer asked.
         ÒWe... uh... we needed to go,Ó Ed said.
         ÒNot aginÕ a nice tree like that!Ó the farmer said.  ÒThat thereÕs part of nature, and youÕre defilinÕ it!Ó
         ÒWith all due respect, sir, his pee is part of nature too,Ó Greg said to the farmer.  Tabby stifled a giggle.  Gwen tried to, and failed. 
         ÒYouÕre all just a bunch of smart asses, and ass HOLES too, I kin see that,Ó the farmer said angrily.  ÒGit!Ó
         ÒYes, sure,Ó Ann said.
         ÒNot thataway,Ó the farmer said.  ÒInto the house!Ó
         ÒThe house?Ó Sylvia asked.
         ÒYep, thatÕs where people belongÕs thatÕs undressed.  Not walkinÕ around outdoors.Ó
         With the greatest reluctance, persuaded only by the old farmerÕs rifle, the six headed for a farmhouse about a half mile from the barn.  It was a long, slow walk, with the farmer urging them to hurry and they hoping to find some way to escape him.  But, the house finally looming, they were forced to enter.  The front door was open.  They walked right in.
         ÒWhat?!Ó a female voice cried inside.
         ÒGod Damn!  WhatÕre you people doinÕ inside oÕ my house?!Ó an old manÕs voice declared.
         The farmer came tramping in through the door of the farmhouse behind the six he was holding prisoner.  Indoors, Ed and Greg found themselves face to face with an elderly man and woman.  The girls huddled close round them.
         ÒWe come in peace,Ó Greg offered, addressing the elderly man.  ÒBut he doesnÕt,Ó Greg said, cocking his thumb at the farmer behind them.
         ÒI kin see in what frame of mind you cumminÕ into my home, son,Ó the old man said, looking square at GregÕs cock, perhaps with a sense of envy.  His own had no doubt ceased to be useful in the way that GregÕs was a long time ago.
         ÒMy, my, ainÕt that a sight,Ó the elderly woman said, gazing at menÕs stiff cocks.
         ÒEbenezer, Eb!Ó the farmer called, stomping in his boots around from behind the captured six.  He addressed the old man.  ÒThese here nudists was a peeinÕ on your land, Eb!Ó the farmer declared.
         ÒMy, my,Ó the elderly woman said.
         ÒWell, ainÕt that so,Ó Eb replied.  ÒAnd I donÕt doubt they had more on their mind than just peein,ÕÓ he added, still looking square at the two menÕs erections.
         ÒI think--Ó the farmer with the rifle began.  ÒI think, if theyÕre gonna be doinÕ it, they should at least have the courtesy of askinÕ permission,Ó the farmer said.
         ÒHell, yes!Ó Eb agreed.  ÒIn fact, ifÕn theyÕre gonna be doinÕ it, they can do it right here, whereÕs we can watch!Ó  He gave the farmer with the rifle a toothless grin.  ÒTrain yore rifle right on their butts, Eb!Ó
         ÒI already got it trained real good,Ó Eb said.  ÒAlmost winged the little one there right in the ass!Ó
         ÒI told you,Ó Gwen hissed to Tabitha.
         ÒLook,Ó Ed said.  ÒCan we go now?  It is rather embarrassing to be caught out in the nude, but we apologize, okay?  Give us a bucket if you like and weÕll throw some water on your tree.Ó
         ÒYou ainÕt goinÕ nowheres until you city-slicker nudist types give us poor country folk some of your high-minded entertainment,Ó Eb replied.  ÒUs folks cainÕt afford to run arounÕ naked and he cainÕt afford no GolÕdang Innernet connection either.  We wants some lascivious sex, right here, right now, right in the living room, yes!  The kine ole Sennator Exon is always decrying, God rest his soul.Ó
         ÒLook, these two girls are just 12 and 13,Ó Greg said, pointing to Tabby and Gwen.
         ÒThasÕ what heÕs always decryinÕ,Ó Eb replied.  ÒChillun and sex!  Well, now weÕs gonna git some ourselles, God rest our souls, afore we pass away into the LordÕs care anÕ his heavenly paradise wherein they ainÕt got no damn sexx!Ó  The elderly man drew out the word Ôsex,Õ as if savoring a long lost affection.  ÒAn throw them damn two wimmen into the mixture too,Ó the elderly man added.  ÒFor, you know, normal type purposes, so we donÕt all turn into GolÕdang perverts!Ó
         ÒWell, you heard him,Ó the farmer with the rifle said.  He jabbed his gun.
         ÒOW!Ó Gwen cried.  HeÕd poked her in her bottom and the barrel of his gun was still warm from the shot heÕd fired.
         ÒAinÕt ye got a nice one,Ó the farmer grinned at her.  ÒAlmost winged it, I did!Ó
         ÒWell donÕt poke me with it too!Ó Gwen said.  Her eyes were wide but she was, at the same time, a little entranced, Greg thought, at standing here naked in these old folksÕ house.  
         ÒMy, my,Ó the farmerÕs wife declared.  Greg could see she would be no use at all in convincing the men to release them.
         ÒAre you a man of your word, then?Ó Ed asked the elderly man.  
         ÒWhat?Ó the elderly man said.
         ÒI said, sir, are you a man of your word?Ó Ed asked again.
         ÒWhy, sure!Ó the old man answered.  ÒWhat makes you think I wouldnÕt be a man of my word?  All us country folks are!  ItÕs you city folks likes lyinÕ and stealinÕ.Ó
         ÒThen letÕs shake on a deal,Ó Ed said.
         ÒDeal?  Sure,Ó the elderly man replied.  ÒBut no shakinÕ on it.  YouÕre liable to git the best oÕ me and then thereÕll be no perverted sex show.Ó
         ÒWith that little missesÕ ass that I almost winged gitten plenty oÕ action,Ó the farmer with the rifle added.
         ÒHereÕs the deal, then, shaking or no,Ó Ed said.  ÒIf we fuck for you,Ó he paused.  He looked at the four females standing around him for approval.  They nodded.  Quietly, docilely, or not at all.  He glanced at Greg.  ÒIf we fuck for you, you let us go, okay?Ó
         ÒSure, thasÕ what weÕs sayinÕ,Ó the elderly man agreed.  ÒYou fuck, and go too, soÕs we kin see those cute little ladies peeinÕÓ
         ÒAnd go home, home free, off of your property and especially out of your life!Ó
         ÒYeah, yeah, okay,Ó the elderly man agreed.  The elderly woman nodded.
         ÒDo you have vaseline?Ó Sylvia asked the elderly woman.
         ÒWhat?Ó she replied.  ÒOh... yes, I remember those days now, yes.Ó  She turned, as if to go fetch it.
         ÒAnd perhaps a sheet to put over the floor, too,Ó Slyvia added.
         ÒYes, yes,Ó the old woman said, turning, slowly.
         ÒAnd can we pee, too?Ó Gwen piped up.  The two old farmers laughed.  Gwen scowled.  ÒIn privacy,Ó she added.
         ÒYes, yes,Ó the old woman said.
         ÒNo, that ye cainÕt,ÕÓ the elderly man said.  ÒGit them a chamberpot, maw, let Ôem do a little public peeinÕ too, jesÕ like the kine Sennator Exon donÕt like, God rest his soul.Ó
         And so it was.  The six visitors, under the farmerÕs well-aimed gun, put a sheet down onto the floor in the living room and gathered in the center of it.  They were allowed to pee in a chamber pot first, that the old woman dragged to the side of the room.  They dawdled, hoping for a chance to escape, the two old farmers and the old woman watching, enjoying the show of the girls squatting over the bowl, in turn, and then Greg and Ed releasing the rest of their pee, what they hadnÕt already peed against the tree standing across the field by the barn.  At last, all of them having peed, there was no choice but for them to walk to the center of the room and consider the actual act of fucking.
         ÒI wish heÕd put that gun down,Ó Ed whispered to Greg.
         ÒSir, could we get you to put the gun down?Ó Greg asked.  The farmer scowled.  
         ÒIfÕn to please the lady folk, I suppose I may,Ó the farmer answered.  ÒBut ifÕn you men think youÕll get an advantage by it, donÕt try.  IÕll blow ye fuckinÕ dicks off!Ó
         ÒYes, of course, thanks,Ó Greg said.
         The elderly woman had passed Sylvia a big tub of vaseline and now, with some effort, she managed to unscrew the cap.  Her naked boobs wiggled.  The two male farmers hooted.  
         ÒLetÕs make this quick,Ó Ed said as he Greg gathered around her.  Ann and Gwen and Tabitha reached into the tub of vaseline to help her grease the menÕs penises.
         ÒHey, we cainÕt see!Ó the old farmer with the rifle said, lifting his gun.
         ÒSorry,Ó Ed said.  He made the group spread out a little, to give the elderly couple and their depraved friend a view.
         Greg shivered as the females applied lubricant to his penis.  He was painfully stiff.  He felt excited by the idea of fucking like this, in public, in front of the old people, with a gun on them lest they fail to keep the lewd bargain theyÕd made with the old man named Eb.
         Ed, with a nickname similar to the old manÕs, but years younger, seemed to share GregÕs strange enthusiasm.  He grinned at Greg.  
         ÒSorry to get you into this jam, friend, but if we survive this with our balls still attached weÕll remember this for the rest of our lives,Ó Ed said.
         ÒYeah,Ó Greg replied.  He felt a tremble run through him as he watched GwenÕs small hands, and TabithaÕs and AnnÕs and SylviaÕs pass in turn all over his huge member.  The girls seemed as perversely excited about their situation as he was.  Their nipples stood up erect, their hips weaved back and forth a little in anticipation.
         The farmer with the gun cleared his throat.
         ÒNow first,Ó he said.  ÒFirst we want you to jack off,Ó the farmer said.
         ÒWhat?Ó Ed asked.
         ÒJack off,Ó the farmer said.  ÒGo ahead, little ladies.  Two of you grab hold of those big dicks and jesÕ whack away at Ôem.  LessÕn youÕd rather seen Ôem blown away,Ó
         ÒThis is ridiculous,Ó Sylvia said to Ann.
         ÒLetÕs just do as they say,Ó Ann replied.  She took hold of GregÕs penis.  
         Reluctantly, Sylvia took hold of EdÕs.
         ÒIÕll bet I can hold out longer than you,Ó Greg said to Ed.
         ÒThanks,Ó Ed replied.
         Ann looked at Sylvia.  ÒLetÕs do it,Ó she said.
         Slowly, deliberately, the two women began to frig the two men.  Back and forth, their gripping palms easily sliding up and down on the menÕs stiffly presented cocks.
         ÒMmmm,Ó Greg grimaced.  He looked over at Ed.  ÒYour wife has a sexy touch,Ó he said.
         ÒThatÕs why youÕll cum first,Ó Ed replied.
         Gwen and Tabby, standing alongside the spectacle and watching, placed their hands quietly over their privates.  Not to frig themselves, however, but to enjoy at least a momentÕs modesty from the farmerÕs prying eyes.  
         ÒGit yore hands busy, lilÕ ones!Ó the farmer with the gun bellowed. The girls both leapt, startled, then took their hands away from their privates.
         ÒWhat do you want us to do?Ó Gwen asked.
         ÒStick them vaselined fingers oÕ yourn in yonder buttholes,Ó the farmer replied.  ÒBy that I mean the men, oÕ course.Ó
         So the girls did.  Greg and Ed, never having been bungholed before, were forced to endure the girlÕs small fingers poking into their behinds.  At the demand of the farmer, they both bent their knees slightly, to give the girls better access.  Tabby put her free hand under GregÕs balls and squeezed them.
         ÒDonÕt!Ó Greg hissed.  But the farmer liked the gesture and insisted Gwen copy Tabby.
         Ed grimaced.  The buggering little Gwen was giving him and her inexpert squeezing of his balls was blowing his mind.  And Sylvia, perhaps hoping to hurry the show, and more quickly earn their freedom, wasnÕt cutting him any slack.  She used every trick she knew with her hands to get him to cum.  She even bent over and blew on him with her mouth.  Oblivious to the vaseline smeared all over his dick, she kissed and licked it.
         Greg was prey to AnnÕs hands.  She was equally savvy and seemed to enjoy competing in her arsenal of female tricks with Sylvia.  Together, looking across at each other, the two grinned and set to work.  Ann would try something and Sylvia would copy her, each learning new procedures on the spot from the other.  Meanwhile, Tabby and Gwen, looking around from behind the two menÕs bodies, kept drilling their sticky little fingers into their holes.  They squeezed the menÕs balls lustily.
         With a roar Ed suddenly spurted out his sperm.  It flew onto SylviaÕs belly and she passed round in front of him to try a new trick with his penis.  She laughed.  Ann, watching, laughed and yanked yard on GregÕs penis to urge him to cum alongside her husband.  And, relenting, knowing it was silly to fight on, to fight on as a captive of some dumb farmer, he let his sperm spew out and all over the floor.

         Such should have been the end of it, for the six were grudgingly released by the farmers.  The one with the rifle insisted on accompanying them back across the field.  He bid goodbye to them at the edge of the wood, still swearing at them, still calling them city folk.  They had peed and jacked off for him, nothing else had been needed.  The farmerÕs wife had seemed satisifed at seeing the two men cum and declared that was enough unGodliness in her house.
         ÒAn IfÕn I ever catch ye aginÕ, IÕll demand much more than that ole hag did,Ó the farmer told Ed and Greg and girls.
         ÒIÕm sure you will,Ó Greg agreed.
         ÒOle hag shoulda kepÕ ye at it,Ó the farmer said.
         Somehow, that old farmerÕs last words, though they served as a warning, served instead as an unconscious inspiration.  For the six of them, walking home through the woods that day, still nude, not bothering with clothing, though they had regained their backpacks, decided to spend more days like this, walking nude in forbidden places, risking the chance of getting caught.
         ÒIt was delicious,Ó Ann admitted.  ÒIÕve never felt so thrilled, and so horrified at the same time.Ó
         ÒIÕm just glad I got out of there with my fanny intact,Ó Gwen said.
         Despite their fears, they spent the next month travelling.  They forgot entirely their previous lives.  The girls did not go home.  They were reported missing but they didnÕt care.  Ed and Ann didnÕt even bother to do anything more than lock up their house.  They left the lights on, their morning mail they even left lying in their mailbox.  Greg and Sylvia considered going back to their apartments, just briefly, but decided against it.  They were in a similar position to the girls.  They had Ôsignificant othersÕ at home who might forbid them to leave again.  
         The six of them loaded up Ed and AnnÕs Bronco.  They parked   they headed South, walking and playing nude wherever they could.
         As it inevitably must have, their money finally ran out.  But ever since that day when theyÕd shed their backpacks for a nude run across the field, they seemed to have lost something, and gained something, for instead of doing the sensible thing they stayed on.  And thatÕs when they met the man everyone in Columbia called ÔThe Conquistador.Õ
         He admired the females from America.  He was not put off by the virility of the two American men.  He welcomed the six into his home, offering them lodging for free.  He let them walk in his gardens in the nude, in fact he insisted.  And he offered them the luxury of his banquet table, and of his bedrooms, stocked with fine linen, and of his assiduous servants.  
         But whenever the Americans asked to leave, just for a day trip, a trip into town, he always put them off.  He was, as theyÕd suspected, a drug lord, and although the six never saw drugs in the house they guessed they were grown not far away, for the air smelled sweet with poppies.  And so every day when they asked if they might depart, even just for a day, the Conquistador put them off, pleasantly at first, then a little less so, until the four at last realized they were captives.  And then, when they realized it, the Conquistador made them officially his captives, and forbade them to leave.
         Greg looked at the two young females sleeping on either side of him in the plush bed.  A fragrance of poppies came in through the open window, rustling the saffron drapes.  The girls were 13 and 14 now, both teens.  He stroked their bottoms.  They were soft and smooth as satin.  Every day he and they had to perform sexually for the sultan, in twoÕs or threeÕs or as a group.  Greg turned his head.  He kissed Gwen on the top of her head.  Like her, he wore an iron collar around his neck.  It was chained to the headboard with a chain.  
         ÒIÕm sorry,Ó he said softly to Gwen.  He knew it had been all his fault that sheÕd wound up here, and Tabitha too.  He turned to look at the girl.
         She raised her eyes, regarded him softly.  They still had the old fire deep in them, though he was used to it now.  He felt responsible for her rather than infatuated with her, though he still, not wanting to miss Ôthe best dish of his life,Õ as he once called her, fucked her daily.  She was, indeed, a wonderful fuck, and Ann too, and Sylvia.  Here he was well provided for, and highly regarded by the Conquistador as an American football hero, but he was also a captive.
         ÒIÕm sorry,Ó he said to Tabby.  She smiled.  She snuggled closer to him.
         ÒDonÕt be,Ó she said.
         ÒWhy not?Ó Greg asked.  ÒI took you away from your home, your family.  I nearly got you shot at that farm and now IÕve gotten you turned into a love slave.Ó
         ÒShhhh,Ó I know,Ó Tabby replied.  She stroked his cock.  It rose under her touch.
         ÒWell, didnÕt I?Ó Greg asked angrily.
         ÒDwight!Ó  Greg turned.  ÒDwight!Ó  
         ÒYes, Mr. Talbot,Ó Dwight answered, and he remembered his name wasnÕt Greg at all, but Dwight, and it was just as well, he supposed, for his daydream had ended rather stupidly, with himself taken captive and forced to be a sex slave and fuck his brains out every day with underage minor females.  (And women too.)
         A heavy-set man with a very large stomach came waddling up to him.  Despite his stomach and his waddle the man was 6Õ 2Ó in height.  Dwight was considerably shorter.
         ÒDwight, as the teamÕs water boy, I donÕt expect you to spend the whole game standing in this locker room admiring your skinny ass in that mirror!  Get out on the field and get some work done, boy!Ó the man growled.
         ÒYes, sir, Mr. Dalton!  Sorry, sir!Ó Dwight babbled.  He had a bucket of water next to his leg, he realized, and he remembered filling it up before heÕd stopped to pose and posture alone in front of the mirror while the team was out on the field.  As Dwight hurried forward with his bucket, he tripped.  There was nothing on the floor for him to trip over except his own two feet but he tripped over them anyway, and as he went sprawling the bucket he was carrying went flying too, and landed in a splash on Mr. DaltonÕs shoes.
         ÒOops!  IÕm sorry, Mr. Dalton,Ó Dwight said from a prone position on the floor.  He adjusted his glasses on his face.  Thanks to the strap he always wore with his glasses, they hadnÕt gone flying.  And then pens were still securely in his pocket protector in his front shirt pocket.
         ÒYour shoes have dirt on them, Mr. Dalton,Ó Dwight said.  ÒDirt from the field, I see.Ó  Struggling forward, still obsequiously on his belly, crawling forward like a snake, Dwight pulled a handkerchief that he used to clean his glasses from his pocket and began to rub it across Mr. DaltonÕs shoes.
         ÒGod Damn, if you arenÕt the poorest, stupidest water boy I have ever hired from the freshman class,Ó Mr. Dalton swore.  Dwight looked up at him, still rubbing his shoes with his handkerchief.  ÒI donÕt give a ratÕs ass about my damn shoes, boy!  TheyÕre supposed to be dirty!  ItÕs football, for God sakes, and IÕm the coach!  Get your own shoes out there and get them dirty doing some WORK!Ó
         ÒYes, sir, Mr. Dalton,Ó Dwight announced.  He leaped to his feet and saluted and then bent and reached for his bucket.  He grabbed it up and went running out the door of the locker room.
         In the hall were two girls, one about 12, the other 13.  Through a window they were peering at the team on the field.  The 12-year-old had long blonde hair and the 13-year-old had hair so dark it was almost black.  Dwight, with a rising sense of guilt, noticed that the girls both had wonderfully heart-shaped bottoms and their skirts, which were skirts worn by girls in Catholic school, appeared to have been artificially shortened.  But as Dwight hurried past the girls, carrying his bucket, girls did not turn around.  

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