Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in DUNGEON OF DESIRE Chapter One Jasmine had told me to meet him. Or had she ordered me? I liked to think sheÕd ordered me, now that I reflected upon it. Yes, sheÕd ordered me. IÕd had no choice. But of course IÕd had, hadnÕt I? I didnÕt anymore. SheÕd told me heÕd be cruel with me. Much, much crueler than anything IÕd ever experienced before. IÕd played with rabbits up Ôtil now, sheÕd assured me. And sheÕd ordered me. Yes. With my nipples offered, my face pale and my lips parted in wonderment, I let myself be led into his domain. It had been a workroom once, a place for saws and hammers and chisels. But it had evolved. The old owner had died and Master had moved in. The pinup calendar had been replaced with a real woman. I tossed my hair as he confronted me. I tried to look brave. Inside, my tummy was melting with passion and terror. I tried to stick out my belly to look more childish, to win his compassion. But I was too thin. My ribs lined my sides. My hips were slim, curving out just enough to justify my 16th birthday, but no more. My legs were sexy Barbi legs, long and sleek and tapering deftly inward to where my ankles met my stiff, confining heels. I stumbled. His housekeeper caught my arm. In my stumbling my bosoms, big as melons, wiggled. They teased him with the stiffness of my nipples. Except for my heels and my earrings, I was completely naked. I bit my lower lip and hung my head a little, letting him gaze at me. I stuck my chest out a little bit more, rudely, obscenely, given that my arms were already padlocked behind my back. I was proud of myself. I felt the newness of my body, newly grown, my plump young breasts. They hung free, firm and full, like fresh fruit discovered in a hothouse on a clear Spring morning. I wanted them always to be free now. I never wanted to have them confined in a bra again. I would live here always, I pledged to myself, where my bosoms could swing with my steps and my bottom, round and full as my tits, could sway and sashay and tease. I was eager to let him see me. I could feel the heat of his breath even now, or imagined I could. He was just a few steps away. Older than me by at least two lifetimes, mine plus his, and hard from working in the sun, building additions to his house and improving his dungeon. He was wealthy. An inheritance. It freed him to play games and do as he pleased. And what he pleased to do, I knew, though nothing had been said, not directly, anyway, was fuck. But he was particular. Only certain girls appealed to him. He savored power. You would think, at over six feet, he could accomodate equality. But his housekeeper was slim and small and dainty, an Oriental. Her every motion spoke of deference and humility. Yet, as she grasped my arm, urging me into his presence, her slim nailed fingers, exquisitely polished, gripped me fiercely. Underneath that humble exterior I felt a dragon lurking. She would be as cruel as he. She would show me the rites of Oriental Tea even as she subjected me to the most degrading pleasures. I wanted to be tested. There was no use kidding myself. It was too late for that now, anyway. (Though it settles the nerves, lying a little to yourself.) In my new body, just turned sixteen, I wanted to meet a man who could really appreciate me and show me everything I needed to know to be a woman. I wanted him to concentrate just on me, nobody else. I wanted his full attention. I wanted him to tell me what I was, what I must be, how I must act and behave. IÕd had enough of feminists with their musty tomes, counseling abstinence, and my mom, dear fool, telling me I must finish college first, and after that graduate school and then, as a professional woman, I might meet some man who deferred to me as his equal. Here I was not equal, or superior, or inferior either, though I was inexperienced. I was just me. Me with my breasts and their nippled thorns, poking inquisitively into the stare of my master. His chest heaved, he sighed. He was barechested and as I watched he began to unzip his pants. ÒKneel,Ó the Oriental, Katy, told me. I saw her as an extension of him. His female side. She was not competition. They would train me together. She was there to make sure I complied. I knelt. There was a soft towel that had been laid on the floor, perhaps by accident, perhaps for me. It was pink. It accepted my knees and I dared to look up at my master. I watched as he tugged down his zipper. I waited. A growth of hair appeared and I saw with a gasp that he was wearing no underpants. I snake curled forth, its head still trapped in his pants. ÒPut out your tongue. Let him know you want him,Ó Katy told me. She knelt beside me and reached round me and pinched one of my nipples to make sure I complied. I offered. I parted my lips and let him see the pinkness of my tongue. It was wet. A dollop of my saliva pooled upon its curling surface. I flattened my tongue and the saliva dropped off, fell to strike one of my breasts. With a huge explosive wangling extrusion, his cock burst from his opened zipper. It greeted my eyes and seemed Alien-like; self-possessed, harmful. It trembled with his need. Huge veins ran along its giant, tree-trunk length and the head stood out purplish and raw. I found myself gazing at his pee hole. As I watched, a spermy glob of pre-cum emerged from his pee slit and hung waiting. ÒLick it,Ó Katy told me. ÒNo!Ó I protested. I was in Kindergarten again, learning of Strangers. Katy grabbed my blonde hair and shoved my face forward. I tried to close my lips but she forced me forward so fast I found him wide within my mouth, choking me, ramming into me and filling me and making me gag. With a slow, sadistic wry laugh, Katy eased my head back until MasterÕs penis popped from my lips. She waited. I gazed with my head gripped by her, my chin flung back, up into my MasterÕs eyes. Gradually, knowing I must, knowing I could not refuse, I extended my tongue again. It touched his pee hole. I flicked it. I soothed the flat of my tongue against it. And Katy, moving my head forward as I accepted the contact, made me take him full in my mouth again. ÒYes. Suck,Ó Katy ordered. I suckled his cock like a baby mouthing a cucumber. He was so big! I could hardly do him justice with my little mouth. But I tried. I tried my best, and that was what they were after. I must perform to the best of my ability, I must not hold back, not anything, and I must be willing to learn all I could. Master watched me suck him. He was big beyond belief and he knew thatÕs what IÕd come for. I could not tolerate boys. I needed men. And I needed, in my needing, Men with big Ones, as little girls delicately put it. ÒShe should have the taste of you, Master,Ó Katy told her employer. He laughed. They both laughed, as he let himself cum, spurting and spurting and spurting into my mouth, and I gobbled at his cock and tried to swallow him all. I failed miserably. His sperm gushed over my chin and splattered my breasts and ran down my tummy into my sweet nest of curls. A puddle formed on the towel. His essence. His sperm, saved for me, but now lost due to my inexperience. ÒYou have much to learn,Ó Master told me. I looked up at him wide-eyed, my mouth limned with his sperm and feeling abashed. Katy lifted me up by my hair. She turned me to face her. She was naked as I, her breasts hanging free, full and plump and with nipples risen. She had a dough-eyed face, round and Japanese, with a perky nose and a long swan-like throat. She mashed my mouth to hers. I felt her breasts, quite large for an Oriental, crush themselves against mine. ÒLet me clean you,Ó she said, and her tongue stabbed into my mouth, not asking permission, just sticking itself in as if I were owned by her. My mouth was hers and my body was hers and as I felt her palms against my bottom, hefting it, grabbing me and pulling me to her, I knew I was not myself anymore but theirs. Our games had begun upstairs. TheyÕd made me undress the minute I stepped into their house. Out back, on their porch, theyÕd shown me their patio. A blanket covered its cement surface to protect my bare feet. And my knees. They made me kneel and drink from a dog food bowl. ÒThe water is fresh. I just poured it before you arrived,Ó Katy told me. ÒItÕs Perrier. Drink it all.Ó She led me forward to the bowl. I glanced back at her, at Him, the man who would be my Master here. My blonde hair, long and soft and beautiful, catching glints of the setting sun, swirled around my frightened face. And then I knelt. It was awkward, kneeling before a dog dish. I had to get right down and not use my hands. They were still free then. I put my palms on the carpet and felt my breasts swing freely under me as I put my mouth down to the dog dish. In back, my bottom, sheathed in my jeans out on the street, now bulged freely behind me. I felt the crack of my small tight seat open as I bent down to tongue the dish. I kissed the water. It was cool. The dish had my name on it. ÒKelly,Ó it read. TheyÕd personalized it just for me. Dutifully I lapped at the water. My bosoms, like gourds, hung and swung under me. My nipples were stiff and they grazed the blanket. ÒDrink it all. You must pee for us, like a doggie,Ó Katy said. She stood over me, watching, holding the whip IÕd brought with me for them to beat me with. It had been required. I had no choice in that, none at all, unless I chose not to come. I lifted my head. I felt rebellious. They had a marvelous backyard pool and IÕd never skinny dipped in my life. I watched the water ripple across it in the wind and expected weÕd swim in it. ÒWill we swim?Ó I asked simply. ÒNo,Ó Katy replied. She opened a parasol over my heinie. I felt the rays of the setting sun, warm a moment ago, blocked and kept out by the parasol. Under its shadow my bottom was cool. A mountain breeze kissed my ass cheeks, as if urging them wider apart. ÒWhy?Ó I asked. ÒNot Ôtil after dark, love. You must stay out of the sun. You must protect your skin.Ó I glanced up at her. A lock of my hair fell into the bowl and became wet in it. She was Oriental, and her skin was white, delicate. Her hair was rich and black and it tumbled down in strands over her shoulders where her simple coiffure was coming undone. ÒBut,Ó I breathed. She held the parasol in one hand the whip IÕd brought in the other. ÒYou have lovely skin,Ó Katy said, looking down at me. ÒIÕll enjoy marking it.Ó ÒIÕd rather sun myself,Ó I said. I was beginning to feel weak in the knees. IÕd have run and bolted away if the man behind me werenÕt so gorgeous. Just showing my bottom to him made me moisten between my thighs. ÒOf course. Most American girls would,Ó Katy replied. ÒStupid girls. YouÕll learn to care for your skin here. YouÕll have lots of practise.Ó Katy began unbuttoning her top. Slowly, flicking the buttons apart as if they were Oragami folds she wished to open. I saw her bosoms stir, feeling their growing freedom. She wore no bra. In the sunlight I could see her nipples looming within the fabric. As I looked up, crouched like a little rabbit, watching her bare herself, she bent low and hit me. ÒYeeowch!Ó I blurted. But I was so amazed by her delicacy that I didnÕt stop looking up at her, despite the line that burned across my bottom. A tear came to my eye. It ran down my cheek and plopped into the my water bowl. Katy had used the switch IÕd given her. It was a light, well made horse whip, not too thin, made for breaking in ponies. IÕd chosen the safest one I could find. I remembered JasmineÕs crop, long and icicle-like, thin to make me smart and burn and hop. ÒShe tried to get out of her obligations by buying a toy,Ó Sauron observed. His voice was deep and gravelly. He loomed over my bottom, eyeing it. ÒItÕs not a toy, Master, itÕs a pony whip,Ó Katy said. ÒWe can whip her longer with it.Ó ÒGive her rump another slash,Ó Sauron said. ÒI like seeing her fanny bounce.Ó Katy complied. The whip struck my ass and my face bounced forward into my water bowl! Sobbing, my hands flying back to protect my cheeks, I lifted my face from the water. It dripped with Perrier and I looked up at Katy. She released the last button on her blouse and her bosoms tumbled down into my face, her leaning over me, her eyes soft but her hand upraised to strike me again if her Master ordered it. ÒFinish the water,Ó I heard behind me. Katy straightened. I bent my head and gulped the water in my bowl as fast as I could. Behind me, I kept my hands on my fanny. It hurt where sheÕd hit me. I hoped that was all they wanted. KatyÕs blouse fluttered to the ground. I watched her slim ankles from the corner of my eye, still lapping at my water, and saw her skirt descend. Her panties followed. And then they took me downstairs. As I felt my thighs rub against KatyÕs stockinged legs I knew I was completely theirs now, just a pet, all my needs seen to but made to surrender myself completely. I felt Katy part my bottoms and Master, walking behind me, stuck his finger right up against my hole. He had a slick fingertip. HeÕd wet it in the dribblings of his own sperm. I felt him intrude. ÒYouÕre tight,Ó he told me. Gasping, my bottoms forcibly parted by his housekeeper, I could barely reply. When I did my breath spoke into KatyÕs open mouth. ÒYessss,Ó I hummed. Katy fed within my lips, licking up her MasterÕs sperm that heÕd deposited there. I felt her tongue draw back and I licked at her tongue with mine, retreiving some of His sperm, keeping it for myself. ÒYou will have to be opened,Ó Master said to me in my hot burning ears. I felt his finger stab deep between the cheeks of my ass. ÒYeth,Ó I managed. My tongue was caught by KatyÕs teeth and she bit it. Lightly, but holding it fast so that I couldnÕt speak. I pushed my bottom back. It hurt, I didnÕt want to, but my need was great. His finger sank deeper still in my hole. He twisted his finger. I jerked. I called out his name, hoping for mercy. Sauron, as he liked to be called. Such a silly name, I thought, but his voice over the phone had lured me anyway. To my stunned surprise heÕd matched the Wizard exactly. Stubble-faced, as if just growing a beard, with a long aqualine nose and slim, greedy lips. His eyes sparkled at me when we met, just as they sparkled now as he impaled my bottom with his finger. ÒSauron! No!Ó I begged. He twisted his finger again and Katy, the evil female he loved best, shoved me backward as she nursed his seed from my mouth. ÒAckckgh!Ó I cried. My lips broke from KatyÕs. I felt as if a big barbecue poker had been stuck up my ass. SauronÕs finger was in to the hilt now, stretching my hole, making me wish I was safe at home doing homework. I was kept wiggling there for several minutes, pinned between Katy and Master. She had the grip of a tigress. Even as she pushed her soft bosoms into mine she kept my ass open in back. Her slim fingers were like wires of steel against my bottom, impressing themselves in my flesh, making me open to Him and receive him. Sauron, laughing gently, as if watching a small dog perform tricks, twisted his finger to and fro in my fanny. I yelped. Each twist was like a hot poker being driven inside me. ÒYou will have to learn to endure much more than this if you expect to take my cock properly,Ó Sauron laughed at me. At last, gasping, putting my hands to my face as Katy let go of me, I was permitted to stand unmolested. Letting her bottom swing freely, showing it off as if it were a trophy (for indeed any man would have died for a chance to sink into it), Kelly walked to a bureau. The lights were low. Much of the dungeon remained in darkness. I had seen none of it yet, save the items inside the door. A carpentry space, with a buzz saw lying between its shield and its business end. Safe, except from prying hands and fingers. I promised myself never to touch it, and to remember where it was. Above it, on a shelf, lay hammers and screwdrivers. Bits of wood and sawdust were scattered about the work table. And next to it, on a bureau that held a lamp, was a dogÕs collar. Katy picked it up with two fingers, as if afraid to touch it. She brought it to me. ÒI donÕt need a collar,Ó I protested, but she looped it around my neck. She slipped the collarÕs tongue through its buckle. Then, with me standing shivering, afraid and naked, Sauron looming behind me, Katy walked back to the bureau. This time she returned with a small padlock. She put it through my collar. With a click, she secured the collar to my neck. ÒThere. You do need a collar my dear. Have you ever tried to catch hold of a dog that isnÕt collared? Or a kitty?Ó ÒItÕs difficult,Ó I gulped. Katy circled one of my nipples with her fingertip. She kissed my nose. ÒYes, but now youÕll be less difficult, hmmm?Ó Katy asked. I said nothing. ÒLet me find you a leash. WeÕre going out in public!Ó ÒWhat?Ó I gasped. With Sauron behind me I remained standing, but I was really freaking out now. Here I was, absolutely shuddering with sensitivity, my whole body a violin of response, and they were taking me out to meet other people?Ó There were several leashes hanging on the wall. Katy selected a red one and brought it to me. She clipped it around my collar. ÒHere, my dear, we live by MasterÕs schedule. He has cum. He doesnÕt need any more sex right now. But heÕs dying to show you off.Ó She ran a finger through my pubic curls. Within my lips I felt drenched, and she knew it. Katy bumped her hips against mine. Our curls meshed. ÒI have to cum too, love. But IÕve learnt obedience,Ó she sighed. I felt her navel rise and touch mine, both of us seeking, our tummies rubbing, our ÔinnieÕ belly buttons as useless as our sighs were. ÒCome, letÕs get you cleaned up a little,Ó Katy said to me. ÒWe can shower together.Ó She looked at her Master. ÒPrudishly, of course, like good girls,Ó she said to him with a smile. We went upstairs and she bathed me. Her hands were careful. They did not seek as theyÕd sought in the dungeon. Then, our shower over, she helped me into a bikini selected by Master. It was composed mostly of string. It could just pass on the beach, perhaps, if the lifeguard wasnÕt a woman. I found myself outside the door to an elegant cliff-top mansion. Katy and I stood in our bikinis. I had to pull my bottoms from my ass crack as she rang the doorbell. They were infuriating. Master had purposely chosen bottoms that made me as sexy as possible. No simple thong for him, or T-back. He liked to see girls covered properly, he told me. Especially out in public. WeÕd parked by the curb, a few houses down. There were several cars on the street. More people than just ourselves had been invited to the mansion. With my hands at my bottom, straightening my panties, I caught my first look at our hostess. She was blonde, about 30, with the eyes of a slut. There was no other way to describe it. She looked experienced, and I saw to my surprise that her eyes fixed on me right away. ÒWhat a pretty pet!Ó she smiled. ÒHer nameÕs Kelly,Ó Katy said. She ran a finger along my bikini bottoms and I felt them begin to inch toward my asscrack again. ÒWell IÕm pleased to meet you, Kelly,Ó our hostess said to me. She spoke to me as if I were a 5-year-old child. ÒMy nameÕs Miriam,Ó she said. I said nothing back. I felt belittled by her. ÒSuch a perfect pet! She doesnÕt even speak!Ó Miriam laughed. She looked beyond me, then, out to the street. ÒI hope nobody saw her wearing that leash!Ó ÒI kept it close to my body. Nobody saw,Ó Katy assured her. For in addition to my heels and my glamourous earrings, and my uncomfortable bikini, I wore my brown leather dogÕs collar with its red leash. ÒLetÕs hope not!Ó Miriam said. She urged us inside. ÒI donÕt want the cops busting me for my little business ventures,Ó she said in a hushed, happy voice. ÒYouÕre a madam?!Ó I blurted. Sauron shut the front door just as I spoke. ÒWhy yes, dear, your MasterÕs paying me to bring you here,Ó Miriam smiled. She touched my face. ÒCome, letÕs show you to the other guests. And no talking, please. YouÕre a pet, not a person.Ó Miriam spun on her heels and walked away. Katy tugged at my leash and we followed. I gazed at MiriamÕs bottom. She wore panties like mine, for swimming, but of the same cashmere mine were made of, certain to unravel if they got wet. I liked teasing bikinis, made for just the sun and the sand and the pool deck. But IÕd never worn such delicate, insubstantial ones as I now found myself in. Katy had done some convincing to get me into them, reminding me of the whip when I balked. And, to keep me happy, sheÕd worn the same kind. Master, of course, wasnÕt held to the same standard. He got to put on new stone-washed jeans, and a colored shirt with a collar. He just looked like a young man dressed for a casual get-together. But Katy and I, wearing our teensy bikinis, looked like girls who should know better. As Katy led me by my leash I was forced to pull my undies out of my ass crack again. I remembered a song, ÒStupid Girl,Ó and wondered if it was about me. My bikini, so delicate I couldnÕt get it wet, was already moist with my dew in my crotch. I wondered if IÕd start unravelling there. Worse, all the water IÕd drunk from the dogÕs dish had yet to be allowed to come out. I felt a tremor run through me as Miriam led Katy and I into her ballroom. A dozen guests turned and greeted me with their eyes. All I could do was shorten my steps and hope they didnÕt see how I was pressing my thighs together. Sauron, behind me, gave a wicked laugh. He knew I had to go! I prayed that the others didnÕt. Fortunately, the other guests were dressed as sexily as I was. The females, that is. The males wore casual clothes like MasterÕs. As for the girls, some wore vinyl swimsuits. They promised to get hot in the sun, but it was night now. Still, their vinyl tops and bottoms had little zippers on them. The cups of their bras offered zippers for unzipping their nipples. Their panties, though zipped at the moment, could be undone where their nether lips were. I wondered if their crotches were as moist inside those little vinyl swimpouches as mine was. At least, if they had to pee, they could unzip their lips. My labia lips were contained. I felt the wetness of my excitement. I slid my hands along my thighs, hoping for a chance at relief. Most of the girls were young college girls. They had bodies as fetching as mine and no inhibitions, apparently, about decking themselves out in teeny bikinis to show everyone else how terrific they looked. All of us wore bikinis not meant for the pool. Some were cashmere, like mine and KatyÕs and MiriamÕs. Others were vinyl, their little zippers dangling temptingly from half-covered bosoms and cunnies. Still other girls wore leather, tied up with little string bows where the vinyl bikinis had zippers. I imagined myself being made to kneel and untie, one by one, the frustrating little bows that closed themselves over a strawberry blondeÕs pubic hair. With master commanding me, IÕd no doubt have to use just my teeth. ÒHi!Ó the strawberry blonde said to me as I stared nervously at her swimsuit. She looked at me unabashedly. Her eyes noticed where mine were on her and she took it as more than I intended. ÒIs this your first S&M orgy?Ó she asked, addressing my breasts as if they were me. ÒY-Yes,Ó I replied. My voice trembled and felt my breasts shaking. ÒIÕm sorry,Ó I added quickly. ÒI have to pee.Ó I gulped. I didnÕt mean to make the admission but sheÕd looked like she was about to untie my top. ÒOh!Ó Sharon laughed. I learned her name later, after weÕd fucked. ÒThereÕs no worry about that! Come over to our pee pool!Ó She took my hand, something IÕd not expected, or wanted, and led me over to a small fountain set near the wall. I tensed. I felt the crowd of people gather behind me. Looking over my shoulder, quickly, afraid and nervous, I saw that perhaps half the dozen or so guests had followed me. The rest continued their conversations. Before me was a small bowl shaped pool made of rock. Within its glassy surface, along one of its curving sides, lay a stone ledge. ÒGet in, sit down on the ledge, and hang your feet down,Ó Sharon explained, her hand still in mine. ÒThen just pee. The water will carry it away. YouÕre the first of the evening, anyway, so if youÕre scared of anything thereÕs no need to be. The waterÕs totally pure and natural. ThereÕs no chlorine or anything, so it wonÕt sting you. ItÕs the same as your bath water. HavenÕt you ever peed in the bath tub?Ó she laughed. I saw from her brimming eyes that sheÕd done it at an older age than I had. ÒWell, yes, when I was a grade-schooler,Ó I admitted. ÒBut IÕm bigger now.Ó I stuck out my boobs to convince her. ÒTake your panties off and get in,Ó Sharon told me. ÒYouÕre wiggling your hips like a preschooler! IÕll pee with you if you like.Ó ÒNo,Ó I replied. I looked up. Lovely ivy vines climbed the wall. The pool lay quiet, waiting. Its water was still, but I sensed that somewhere within it water was silently entering and exiting, passing fresh water in from pipes and then draining the spent water away, outside, where it watered the garden that was visible in the moonlight beyond the sliding glass doors of the ballroom. I stepped onto a step that led in three easy steps up to the submerged shelf of the pool. ÒTake off your bottoms first,Ó Sharon told me. She unclipped my leash from my collar. Katy and Sauron did not object. The leash, at least, I was glad to be rid of. Perhaps Miriam wouldnÕt shush me anymore when I spoke. I put my thumbs in my panties. They were stuck in my ass crack again, but I was going to teach them a lesson for once. I didnÕt bother untying them. I wanted to put them back on after I peed! I slid them down my legs, wiggling, blushing, needing to pee more than ever. ÒGod, what an ass!Ó a man behind me proclaimed. ÒThatÕs another benefit of sitting in the pool,Ó Sharon laughed, happy that I was obeying her. ÒIt lets you cool your bottom before weÕre all whipped!Ó I stopped lowering my panties. They hung round my knees. I looked at Sharon, then at the others. I felt my bare bottomcheeks huddle and tighten. ÒJesus!Ó the man whoÕd admired my ass said. ÒHow old is she?Ó he asked Sauron. ÒJust sixteen,Ó Sauron replied. ÒAnd her ass is mine. Both for punishment and for pleasure.Ó ÒDonÕt be afraid of showing your bottom,Ó Sharon said to me. She bent and pushed my panties down my calves. I stood, my hands on my tummy, watching. I dared not clap my hands to my ass, to cover myself, though I desperately wanted to. I stepped out of my panties. I bent down and picked them up. I didnÕt want to lose them, not in front of all these lusty males! (Not to mention the females.) I turned, wondering who theyÕd be safe with, and finally settled on Katy. Sharon wanted them, I think, but I pressed them into KatyÕs hand with hope brimming in my eyes that IÕd get them back. She smiled, said nothing. Nobody asked me to take off my heels. ÒDrink a little more first,Ó Sharon said to me. She put a drink in my hand. Feeling ridiculous, wearing just my bra, plus my open-toed pumps, my earrings, and collar, I sipped the drink. It was champagne. ÒYouÕll feel the whip a little less, hopefully, and pee more!Ó Sharon laughed. She had a bubbly laugh that made you want to laugh with her. But I was too anxious to laugh. Looking around me again, realizing I had no choice but to do as they said, I stepped up the steps to the lip of the pool. It looked like it could be used as a fountain, spurting water up from its middle, but the fountain part was turned off. I hoped nobody turned it on while I was using it to pee in! I stepped into the pool, still wearing my heels. It was cool, almost cold. I stepped on the submerged stone ledge. No more than half an inch of water covered its surface. Daintily, worriedly, I put myself out on the ledge. Its surface was smooth but not slippery. I knelt. I crawled with my bottom suspended, spider like, across the bit of ledge and stepped gently down into the basin of the pool. Then I sat down. My ass felt the chill of the water. With my bottom resting on the ledge and my heels plunged deep in the pool, I looked down at myself and spread my thighs. I ran my fingers along them, gazing at my pussy over the neatly-brassiered breasts of my still modest bosom. My pussy lips cherished the coolness of the water. I half expected them to release a cloud of steam. I just had one problem. I couldnÕt release my pee! I guess I felt pent-up. Who wouldnÕt? A dozen eyes stared at my half submerged nest, waiting, watching my face, for it would tell the tale more than my pussy. Sharon passed me my glass again. ÒDrink. It will help you go,Ó she advised me. I sipped champagne. ÒNo piss!Ó she urged me. ÒJust do it!Ó Drinking, listening as the guests spoke in hushed voices, I watched the surface of the pool. And suddenly I realized IÕd begun to pee! Within my cunny lips I felt a release, a spurting of fluid, an offering to the pool. I peed and peed and peed, and looked happily up at the eyes around me as I gasped out my relief at being able at last to empty my bladder. ÒThankyou,Ó I said to Sharon. The final drink of champagne had done the trick. IÕd never have tried it, or thought of it. I drank down the rest of my glassful, enjoying the feeling of swallowing even as I peed. Then I stood up. ÒDonÕt you want to cool your bottom some more? YouÕll wish you could, pretty soon!Ó Sharon laughed. I stopped, considered. My finger touched my face contemplatively. ÒOh get out, you silly girl!Ó Sharon sighed. She grasped one of my hands and tugged. I rose up, acquiring a footing on the ledge again, and pased over the lip of the pool and descended its steps. ÒMay I please have my panties back?Ó I asked in a quavering voice. Sharon smiled. Everyone smiled. Sharon slapped my fanny. ÒWith an adorable bottom like that? Not on your life, honey, especially since youÕve only got a limited time to show everyone how pretty it is. Soon itÕll be marked, and youÕll be proud of it, IÕm sure, but it wonÕt look like it does now! How white! How lovely!Ó KatyÕs two strokes with the whip had faded away. The benefit of a pony whip, with a broad lash. Sharon pushed her fingertips into my back and walked me toward the center of the room. ÒI want you to greet everybody and say ÔhelloÕ to everyone before we get down to business!Ó she sighed. I wondered, as she pushed me forward, whether she considered herself our hostess. But Miriam said nothing, smiling as much as Sharon, and Sauron, my Master, seemed amused by it all. Bare ass naked, my cheeks still wet from the pool, I confronted the few guests whoÕd remained behind to chit-chat. The others followed me, laughing as my sweet rubbery cheeks jiggled atop my bare legs. I held my drink like it was a life preserver. ÒWell, hi! Did you have a nice pee?Ó A brunette woman asked me. She was MiriamÕs age. Later I learned her name was Sandy. At the moment I just stood speechless in front of her, thankful for my bra but without my undies, Sharon at my back watching the drips from my ass as they ran down my thighs and my calves. I looked like IÕd wet myself, dry from the pussy up, but wet from my crotch to my toes. ÒKaty says you had to go pretty badly,Ó Sandy said, with a smiling nod at my Master and his housekeeper. ÒTell us how badly you had to go,Ó the man with Sandy said. I balked. I looked with wide eyes at his trousers and saw they were noticeably ridged in the crotch. ÒWell just enjoy yourself,Ó Sandy said to me, seeing I was too speechless to talk. ÒI hope IÕm the lucky one who gets to eat your pussy!Ó I stumbled about the room, Sandy introducing me to each of the guests in turn. Several of the men held whips or riding crops, as if waiting to use them. I shivered as I met them, gulping and finally beginning to speak again. Just my name at first but then, as the ice broke and I felt more comfortable, little bits about myself. What school I went to, and what beach I liked to play at. I was in over my head and I knew it, but I felt moist within my cunny lips still, long after my legs dried. One by one guests took their turn in the pee pool. A lot of the girls went before the guys felt the need. It was strange, watching, seeing a girl pee, everyone looking at her as she did it. Of course, the water hid her stream, but it still seemed obscene to me. As each girl peed she left her panties on the floor by the pool. Nobody, I realized now, got to take off their swimsuit and put it back on. Not indoors, where just ourselves were, with nobody watching. Outside, in the garden perhaps, other rules would prevail. But within the walls of the house we could do as we pleased; provided of course, a girl didnÕt mind doing without her panties. None of the girls seemed to miss their undies. Not Sharon, or Katy, or Sandy. Slowly, the panties accumulated by the side of the pool, where the steps led up to its lip. I held my drink as I watched each girl. Each commented on how cold the water felt. And how grateful she was for a chance to soak her butt in cool water before the whippings began. As each girl smiled and palmed the water, testing it, sitting down in it, speaking of her delight at a quick dip and pee before she was whipped, I realized all this talk had to add up to something. IÕd hoped, in my naivete, that everyone was just teasing. IÕd thought perhaps that they were all trying to fool me. But each girl got out with the same bottom-quivering look, clasping her hands beneath her chin, watching the others, feeling herself watched, and accepted a drink with more anxiety than sheÕd showed before getting into the pool. I spied a girl no more than a year older than me and walked up to her. SheÕd just peed a little while ago, and she was standing, fretfully, I thought, by herself in a space on the floor. Most of the guests had moved close to the pool to watch the first guy undress for his pee. I wanted to watch, but figured I catch at a chance to talk to somebody normal. ÒHi,Ó I whispered. She looked up at me. SheÕd been plying her soft belly with her fingers. ÒHi,Ó she blushed. ÒWhatÕs the matter?Ó I asked. ÒI forgot my pill,Ó she said in a hushed voice. ÒDo you think youÕll get pregnant?Ó I asked. ÒDo you think weÕll get fucked?Ó she replied. ÒI donÕt know. How did you get here?Ó I asked. ÒI met...Ó I knew before she answered. A guy she couldnÕt resist. A guy who promised to teach her and challenge her. And now here she was, just like me, at this crazy party where everyone kept talking about getting whipped. ÒUnzip my bra,Ó she said to me. I looked surprised. ÒItÕs no use fooling myself. ItÕs going to be unzipped sooner or later, by somebody. My boyfriend... I mean, my Master, said I musnÕt do it myself. Do it for me.Ó Her words were hushed, urgent. ÒOkay,Ó I replied. She seemed like a friend in need. I took hold of the little zipper at the top of her bra cup, her right cup. I pulled down. ÒCareful! My nippleÕs underneath!Ó she cautioned me. ÒSorry!Ó I gasped. I pulled more slowly, and watched, mesmerized, as the white skin of her flawless boob began to bulge through the unzipping crack in her bra cup. She kept her eyes on my fingers, worried she might get cut by the zipper. It passed over her nipple. Her teat sprang out. I drew the nipple lower and her entire breast, or as much as could get through the cracked open cup, protruded through. I did the other cup next. ÒYou have nice nipples,Ó I said when I was finished. ÒThanks,Ó she said, and blushed. ÒWhatÕs your name?Ó I asked. ÒJennifer.Ó she paused. Her face blushed to a deeper hue. ÒAnd whatever you say, donÕt say, Ôyou have nice fur, Jennifer.ÕÓ I smiled. I looked down at her bush. It was as lovely and brown as the hair that hung from her head. ÒOkay, I wonÕt,Ó I replied. ÒBut you do.Ó ÒThanks,Ó Jennifer said. She slipped her fingers within her thighs. ÒDo you?Ó I wanted to ask but I couldnÕt. ÒWhat?Ó she asked. ÒNothing,Ó I answered. She took my hand. ÒCum, letÕs go watch the men pee,Ó she urged. ÒYes!Ó I said, relieved. For a moment I thought we would make love to each other, and I didnÕt want that! We were just girlfriends, I promised myself, as I walked hand in hand with her across the room. But, in that moment, moist as a dewy morning between our thighs, weÕd almost been more. We needed men. Badly. Even if they intended to whip us. There were just enough people in the room that I wondered if my mother might be amongst them. Not, you know, to party, but to find me. I suppose boys have the same feelings, reading a porno magazine at the mall, standing in front of Seventeen and Jack and Jill and wondering if theyÕll find someone who knows them looking over their shoulder. ÔOh hello, girl who I was hoping to ask out...just thought IÕd jerk off before I came, uh, over to see you!Õ Or, worse, the boy would look at the porno magazine, and then go call on the girl. And her little sister would answer. ÔArenÕt you the guy I saw at the mall reading porno magazines?Õ sheÕd ask him, and then, knowing it was, sheÕd break into giggles. Well, amongst all my worries, I found myself wondering if my mom might suddenly pop out of the crowd. ÔWhere are your panties?Õ sheÕd ask. I still had my bra on. But IÕd have to look down, at my bush, and then tell her guiltily, ÔThey made me take them off.Õ And when my eyes met hers again sheÕd know, weÕd both know, that I was lying. That I was being naughty. Maybe as far as the public was concerned, sheÕd claim I was forced to strip, but as far as she I were concerned, sheÕd know it was me. Here sheÕd tried her best to raise me, all by herself, and I was walking around at a party showing everybody my bush! I felt my face growing red. Jennifer squeezed my hand harder. I think she had the same thoughts. Oh, we were too young to play these games, yet here we were, and I sensed that neither of us was leaving. WeÕd clasp each otherÕs hands and use that as our excuse for staying. I looked at her breasts. Her leather bra cups were unzipped and her bosoms hung out, full and firm and young, showing all she had, her nipple tips hard and wanting. JenniferÕs belly shivered with each of her gasping breaths. I saw her eyes catch sight, though the crowd, of a man peeing in the pool. And I could almost feel her pussy lips growing wetter as she saw him. Standing on tip toe, bobbing to the right so I could see through the same opening sheÕd found, I saw the man. He looked like an ad for Calvin Klein underwear, except heÕd taken his underwear off. He lowered his hairy butt into the smooth water of the pool. Its glassy surface broke. His enormous testicles, bulging with his seed, seemed as if they were the first to find the seat of stone upon which he was to sit. His ass splashed down. His legs spread in satisfaction. The water was cold, but he seemed not to mind. His dick stuck up, spoutlike. It was completely above the water, for his big balls, resting beneath it, kept it elevated above the waterÕs rippling surface. But it would make water, in a minute. The man looked at his dick and raised a hand, as if to masturbate himself. ÒDonÕt touch!Ó Miriam, our hostess, said anxiously from the side of the pool. ÒHey, IÕm paying for this,Ó the man replied. I gulped a little gulp. I know Jennifer did to. He was paying Miriam just like guys used to pay Heidi Fleiss. To fuck. We were what he was paying for. Except, as slaves of our masters, we wouldnÕt see any of the money. ÒItÕs my pool, and you canÕt cum in it if I say so,Ó Miriam insisted. ÒJust pee. Show us how much you drank. I saw you drinking, now pee it out like youÕre supposed to!Ó The man rolled his eyes. He looked at himself, his quivering dick. It was huge and dry, suspended above the water, yet with pre-cum leaking from its tip. Suddenly, as if in a burst of virility, the manÕs pee sprouted from his cockhead. It arched in a lovely stream across the water and landed between his legs, out by his knees. I watched in fascination as he peed relentlessly, for what seemed like a whole minute. The whole room was silent. All eyes were fixed on his glorious cock, and all that could be heard was the sound of his urine. And then he was done. The stream died and we were left just looking, watching his pee slit, as if more would come. But it didnÕt. Except for a little drop or two, nothing more came. He rose. He was wet from the waist down and he seemed enraged by the spectacle heÕd made of himself, as if only a good, immediate fuck would allay his anger. Miriam reached for him and caught his wrist. He was big and brawny, but her little hand twisted at his wrist as if he could be controlled like a small child. She guided him as he came down the steps from the pool. And she managed to put him back into the crowd. I stood amazed at her power. Would I ever control big men like that someday? Miriam called the next man forward. He sauntered up to the edge of the pool and casually stuck his dick over its edge. ÒThis is stupid,Ó the man said. He aimed his dick and stood ready to fire. Miriam slapped his ass. ÒGet in, you bad boy! IÕm not about to have you pee in my pond like a menÕs urinal!Ó she scolded him. He jerked a little as she slapped him. He was so big and strong that even a good hearty slap like sheÕd given him barely annoyed him. His dick waggled. His big balls jiggled between his thighs. Seeing that honey would have to be used, since vinegar had proven quite useless, Miriam kissed his shoulderblade. ÒPlus, you need to chill your balls down,Ó she said admiringly. I saw her hand disappear between his legs. He jerked, more responsively this time, as she gave his balls a prying squeeze with her fingers. Up the steps the man went. His cock and balls bounced like obscene Christmas decorations on the front of his body. He seemed weighed down by them, as if they were foreign objects stuck on by naughty elves to make him look ridiculous. I was still young enough that seeing a man, with all his equipment displayed, looked odd to me. What WAS all that stuff? A huge thingy sticking out in front, with absolutely noplace for him to put it, and giant balls hanging down like ripe fruit, except they had hair all over them! The man stepped into the pool. He slushed his way across the stone seat and dropped his wet feet down into the depths. The water came up almost to the tops of his calves. He plopped his bottom down. Sitting on the hard stone seat, shivering a little at the waterÕs chilliness, he showed us his cock. He had a rainspout one just like the other man had, big and wide and long and totally hard. He eyed us, then smiled and let loose his pee. I heard myself screaming. Jennifer screamed too. It was so awesome! HeÕd found OUR eyes before peeing, looked right at us! He peed for us and we watched him breathlessly. I gasped when his pee stream stopped. IÕd gone without air for at least a minute, so amazed was I by it all, watching him, he watching me. The man obviously wanted to cum but peeing was all that Miriam would permit. He stood up and climbed back onto the seat, not minding at all, IÕm sure, the fact that he showed us his hairy ass and his ass crack as he mounted the seat. He swaggered to the poolÕs edge and then came down the stone steps. Miriam called the next man forth. Our hero, the one whoÕd found Jennifer and me in the crowd, waded through the people and came up to speak to us. His girlfriend, intercepting him, clung to his arm. She was 20ish, with shoulder-length blonde hair that sheÕd permed into a cluster of cascading curls. She shook her hair back and eyed us with catÕs eyes; wanton, unremorseful. I felt like a little canary under her gaze. ÒLetÕs fuck,Ó the man said to me. His words were blunt and direct. He placed his hands on my hips, eyeing Jennifer as he spoke to me. His thing stuck itself in my belly button. I was shorter than he was. ÒWe want to party first,Ó Jennifer said quietly. Her voice was meek, like that of a schoolgirl who hopes to be overruled by her teacher. ÒA quick fuck wouldnÕt hurt anything darling,Ó the manÕs female lover chimed in. ÒIt wouldnÕt take very long and it would make you calmer for the party.Ó Jennifer looked at me. I could see in her eyes she wanted to. Did she need permission? Did she think her mom would appear and write her a permission slip? ÒThat bra youÕre wearing. DonÕt those metal zippers scrape your bosoms?Ó the manÕs lover asked. I learned later her name was Colette. ÒA-A little,Ó Jennifer replied. ColetteÕs fingertips touched JenniferÕs breasts. She hefted the cones and slipped her fingers protectively between the open zipper halves and JenniferÕs bosoms. Then, removing her fingers, Collette reached around behind Jennifer and unsnapped her bra. Carefully, so as not to scrape her nipples, Collette lifted off JenniferÕs bra. ÒCome,Ó Collette urged. She reached for JenniferÕs hand. Together they headed for a private bedroom. ColletteÕs lover, whom I learned later was named John, turned me around. With my bottom bare, he made me walk in front of him, his eyes pasted to my ass and his cock bobbing behind me like a snake, ready to bite. We stepped into a hallway. Collette led Jennifer to a door and they peeked inside. ÒOoops! ItÕs a study,Ó Collette sighed. She closed the door and we went on down the hall to the next room. It proved to be the kitchen. The next room, however, contained a bed, and we slipped inside. Collette closed the door and locked it. ÒGet on the bed,Ó Collette said in a no-nonsense voice to Jennifer. My friend went to the bed, and turned down its covers. I could see she was scared. Her knees were quivering and almost knocking together with her fear. But at the same time her ass was gyrating in the most alluring little circles, all hot and bothered and eager. ÒGet in!Ó Collette said, and slapped JenniferÕs ass. Jennifer yelped. She crawled up into the bed and immediately lay down and pulled the covers over her. Collette, having none of that, pulled the covers back down. ÒLet me see those fairy-tale bosoms of yours,Ó Collette said hotly. She grabbed JenniferÕs bosoms and squeezed them brutally. She lowered her face to them and bit at one of JenniferÕs nipples. ÒOhch!Ó Jennifer cried. Her eyes gaped wide as Collette snapped at each of her hard, upstanding nipples. The woman showed little appreciation now. She pried at JenniferÕs nipples with her teeth as if they were bottlecaps that had to be yanked off of bottles. John tugged at the drawstring that held up my bra. It was tied in a neat bow upon my back. I clapped my hands to my breasts to save myself but I felt the drawstring on my back unravel under JohnÕs fingers. He put a palm to the back of my head and bent my head forward and loosed the drawstring that hid under my hair at the back of my neck. I found myself holding my bra. Clasping it to my breasts, all its strings undone. It was my last morsel of modesty and I didnÕt want to lose it. I stared at John with wide, frightened eyes. His face was implacable. He showed no feeling whatever, just an iron will. It seemed to concentrate itself in his eyes and in his penis. Both looked hard as steel. They demanded my complete obedience. Wildly I turned to Jennifer for help. But she was on her back on the bed, suffering already, Collette biting at her tits as if they were Christmas sweetmeats. ÒBend over,Ó John said to me. He didnÕt exactly give me a choice. I found my view of JenniferÕs plight interrupted as he shoved me forward to the bed and, banging my thighs against it, made me bend over until my face was in the rumpled covers. I still held my bra to myself. I felt him pry my thighs apart. His cockhead stabbed at my moist cunny. He pierced it. ÒGod, youÕre tight!Ó John said regretfully. I felt his shaft try to enter me. I seemed to close upon him and he could not get himself up me. He reached round and palmed me between my legs, quite roughly, as if manhandling me upon my spot would excite me enough to force me to open myself to him. Realizing that IÕd saved my bra only to lose my cunny, I let go of it. I was in very hot water now. I had a man I didnÕt even know shoving his cock up my cunt. I fingered the covers of the bed and wondered what I could do. Was this the fate of all women? To meet a male and be bent over by him and forced, yes forced, to take him? It did no good asking permission in the end, did it? A girl did not want to be asked for permission. She wanted to meet her match, and to be outdone. I was undone, I realized, as my foe found me wet and ready. Slick within, my tightness could not save me from him for long. He shoved within me and felt me resist. But, at the same time, a new juicing of desire moistened within me and made the part of his cock that was in me all wet. I sensed I would lose our little battle and, enjoying my tightness now, he sensed I would lose it too. We communicated with our loins. Our faces couldnÕt see each other but our private parts touched, felt each other, communicated in tremors and in sprinklings of wetness. ÒOh! Oh! Oh!Ó Jennifer meanwhile cried. Turning my head just a little, afraid for my friend even as much as I was for myself, I saw Collette reach under the pillow at JenniferÕs head. She drew out a lenth of silk rope. It was white. I guessed that Miriam must have secreted it there, for partiers to use at their leisure. Jennifer was given no leisure. Collette grabbed her wrists and flung them above her head. Then, obviously a graduate of the Girl Scouts, Collette quickly tied JenniferÕs hands to the headboard. It was made of brass and had convenient bars spaced across its length for the purpose, I had no doubt, of just such a binding. With her arms bound above her head, Jennifer presented her nipples involuntarily to Collette. The woman, so concerned for the health of JenniferÕs breasts in the ballroom, now picked up the crop sheÕd brought with her and used it to torture JenniferÕs breasts. She caught the loop at the tip of her crop around one of JenniferÕs nipples. ÒMy, your breasts are so nice and big even when youÕre lying flat on your back!Ó Collette said. She had nice breasts, but they were not as big as JenniferÕs. Jennifer arched her back, hoping to throw off the woman whoÕd mounted her tummy and showed no signs of anything now but utter wickedness. ÒMy, you buck like a horse,Ó Collette said. ÒYouÕd think somebody was going to punish your breasts!Ó And with that, to a scream from Jennifer, Collette began striking her. The woman brought down her crop right on JenniferÕs nipples, each in turn, striking with just the leather loop at the tip of her crop. Each biting blow brought a gasp of alarm from Jennifer, followed by a little scream. ÒTell your nipples to quit sticking up like that!Ó Collette scolded. ÒNaughty! Naughty! Naughty!Ó Again and again she brought the looped tip of her crop down on JenniferÕs poor teats. Reaching back behind herself with one hand, Collette found JenniferÕs spot between her thighs and fondled the girl. Collette, despite her suffering, kept her thighs apart. Collette would only whip her more mercilessly if she tried to close her legs to the woman. I, meanwhile, having won a repreive as John and I stared at JenniferÕs plight, suddenly found myself on the receiving end of his cock. HeÕd never left me, but had held it within me while we both looked, the two of us amazed, for the moment, at the luscious sight of poor Jennifer having her nipples whipped. I pitied her, yet having never seen such a thing I found it impossible not to look, and be amazed, and forget, for a moment, the bulging presence within the opening of my cunt. Now, however, with renewed strength and energy, John burrowed into me and I was forced to open myself to his presence. He was pressure. He was insistence. Above all, he was large. His wide cockhead split me like a plum and he stabbed up within me, making me gasp, making me take all of him. I found myself impaled on his dick and there was absolutely nothing I could do to rid myself of him. I bucked my hips, but that only let him go deeper. ÒDo that again,Ó John told me. ÒNo!Ó I gasped. But he seized my hips more viciously with his hands and forced me to buck upon him. Soon I felt his grip lighten and found that I was, indeed, obeying his command. I couldnÕt stop what heÕd started. Biting my lower lip and doing my utmost to receive him without hurting myself, I shoved my bottom repeatedly into his groin. He began moving within me. Not just letting his shaft hammer me as I bounced my bottom against him, but actually shoving himself back and forth, in deep, long strokes, inside my wetness. I clung to him with the folds of my sex. My entire form seemed to close on him, tightening my grip on him even as I bucked my ass against him and he hammered me with his own independent movements. I raised my face up off the bedcovers and felt my bosoms shake underneath me as I held myself up with my palms flat on the bed. ÒYes! Yes! Yes!Ó I blurted. Jennifer, flat on her back on the bed, howled as ColletteÕs fingerings at her spot brought her pleasure. John held himself manfully as I gave him my best. I didnÕt care anymore that my mom might appear and see me without my panties on. I rammed my girlish ass against him like a lioness, my golden hair falling in my eyes, my bosoms shaking beneath me like abandoned fruit, left to fend for themselves in the rising wind of autumn. ÒFuck me! Fuck me with your tit!Ó I heard as Collette, mounting one of JenniferÕs pillowy bosoms, tried to force the cone of flesh into her cunt. She could not find release upon JenniferÕs little peaked nipple, and soon passed on to JenniferÕs face, where she sat her pussy down on the girlÕs gasping mouth. ÒMmmmf! Mmmmmf!Ó I blathered, bucking against my steed. John groaned as, Indian-like, I made my bare waist a thing of vaselike movements, back and forth and back and forth and back again, sleek and unending in its demands. Gripped within me, splitting me but yet, ultimately, captive to me, John found his huge organ immersed within the pleasurable sensations of Need. The Need that builds and builds until you are straining, yearning, eager to cum and yet not wanting to lose it. I felt a tension within my womb, knowing I must release myself upon him, let myself ride a great balling orgasm. And I knew he must feel it too, but in his case it must be more desperate still, for his Need would result in him losing his precious seed. Deep in my hungering womb. Where my eggs lay. The eggs that would make him a father. Had I taken my pill? In my bouncing squirmings I couldnÕt remember now. Perversely, I hoped I hadnÕt. I wanted him to impregnate me. Let his little moment of folly bind him to me forever. And then, as I felt his organ swell with his impending release, I realized I didnÕt know his name. Later I found out it was ÔJohn,Õ never learning his last name. How could I finger a man I didnÕt know? He would escape, and leave me with child, alone in the world and helpless. A bursting within me. He came in me just as I came upon his enormous prick. There was no time for second thoughts, for newfound reservations. His seed flooded into my womb, hot, copious. I found myself drowning inside, so wet and sticky and fulsome was his spurting. Jennifer, meanwhile, abandoned with her spot half-tickled, but unfulfilled, bucked her bare hips upon the sheet of the bed as her mouth was pinned down and forced to lick within ColletteÕs nest. I received. All of JohnÕs sperm, possibly all heÕd ever made in his life, came spurting from his balls, 30 years worth of seed made in his testicles and saved up just for me. For my womb, for my eggs that simmered inside me, begging for fertilization. I mouthed the bedcovers. I bit them. I knew I was bad and deserved whatever he gave me. In and out he shoved himself, sluicing in the wetness of my juices and his spouting seed. We climaxed togehter. It was the perfect merging of two healthy young bodies. His, hairy and strong and demanding; mine sleek and small and yet just as eager for him as he was for me, the two of us slamming our hips back and forth like joined serpents. Poor Jennifer offered her hips to us but we ignored her. Her bush was left to bounce upon the bed, unattended, she hearing our cries as her own mouth was forced to feed in the wet moistness of ColletteÕs pussy. Our course completed at last, our combat finished, John withdrew his hardness from me. I stood up. I brushed back my hair. How does one compose oneself after such an intimate joust? I saw JenniferÕs eyes staring upward, and looked, and saw a mirror there, on the ceiling. She had seen all. I smiled at her. She stared blankly at me, her nose in ColletteÕs bush and her mouth feeding within the womanÕs pussy. I turned to John. I smiled at him. I looked down at his organ and saw it was declining in strength. I touched his drippy cockhead. It enlarged a little at my touch, then continued its shrinkage. Men are so strange. How do they become so big if their weiners are really so small? His hugeness withered away. I wanted to bend down and kiss him back to life but he turned away. He was done with me. He went looking for our room key and found it on a dresser by the door. He unlocked our door and went out. I watched his hairy ass as he rounded the corner and left me without so much as saying goodbye. Still, he had given me his best. I felt like running after him but I didnÕt. I turned instead to Jennifer. We were friends. WeÕd promised, with our eyes, to protect each other at the party. I spied ColletteÕs crop lying on the bed. I picked it up. It was payback time. WHACK! I slammed the crop against the soft, bulging whiteness of ColletteÕs ass. It was a pretty ass, but I was mad at her for getting me raped and for biting JenniferÕs pretty pink nipples. ÒOh, God!Ó Collette cried. She clapped her hands to her bottom and her head flung itself back. I watched as the red line IÕd burned into her posterior made her squirm upon JenniferÕs mouth, and I realized sheÕd enjoyed it. ÒDid you like that?Ó I gasped. I was angry at her, and appalled. How could a woman like having her heiney whacked? I mean, if a man insists, for his own wicked pleasure, I guess a girl can find enjoyment in making him happy, accepting her fate, letting him work his will on her. But there were no men here now. There was just me, and Jennifer, and Collette. I smacked her hands with the crop and she yanked them off her bottom. She shoved her ass back at me, begging for more. I gave her another blow, and another, in rapid succession. I wanted her off my friend. Collette, finding my blows harder and harder, found her bare bottom was less prepared for my punishment than sheÕd thought. I showed her no mercy. I hoped each stroke of mine, however imprecisely and weak-wristedly I delivered it, still very much a novice, made a big welt across her ass. I tried my best to hurt her. Collette bucked and moaned and ground her pussy into JenniferÕs face. Jennifer, I realized, was getting the worse for it, her poor face practically smashed within ColletteÕs cunt, but I didnÕt know how else to help her. Might I wrestle Collette off her? Collette was sleek and firm and I knew she would just overpower me. I had to stay back, yet punish her enough to get her off my friend. Suddenly Collette tensed. She was cuming. I watched in horror as Collette mushed her pussy upon JenniferÕs poor mouth and orgasmed. I sensed Jennifer, if only to rid herself of the woman, worked her tongue in ColletteÕs slit and pleasured her. Upon that stabbing tongue and attentive wet mouth Collette issued forth her moist spendings. Then, tossing back her hair and getting up from my friend as if she were rising off a toilet, Collette climbed down off the bed. She looked at me, a little guiltily I hoped, and then she caught my face in my hands and kissed me. Our bedroom door was still open and she simply walked out, leaving me with her lipstick on my lips, swinging her hips and reaching back to cup her bottom. It must have hurt from all the blows IÕd delivered. I looked at Jennifer. We were alone. We were bereft. Collette and John had simply used us and left. We were guests at an orgy, I realized. We were here to use each otherÕs bodies, and nothing more. We were like children with a key to somebodyÕs candy shop, except our own bodies were each otherÕs candy. I climbed onto the bed. Jennifer, crying, offered me her bush. I kissed it. It was furry. I looked at her, my nose buried in her bush, and gave her a polite little lick. Did she wish for more? A bucking of her hips showed me she did. ÒChildren!Ó I heard from the doorway. My head bolted up and I turned to face my accuser. Was it mom? No, I breathed, in my relief. It was Miriam. But I blushed all the same as she saw me with my nose sniffing JenniferÕs quim. ÒCome, you two! We are going to have a dance now, and I donÕt want you to miss it!Ó Miriam said. She strode into our borrowed bedroom and gazed at us with loving eyes. ÒPoor girl! Has someone been biting your nipples?Ó she asked Jennifer. There were hickeys all over JenniferÕs sweet gourds where Collette had bitten her. Jennifer, her wrists still bound to the headboard, could only stare up at Miriam, guiltily, I thought, given the blush that suddenly flooded her cheeks. Miriam bent and kissed each of JenniferÕs teats. ÒMmmmm!Ó Miriam declared. She savored them, as if drawing nectar from them. Jennifer, already blushing, gasped a little moan. ÒThere, that should make them all better,Ó Miriam suggested, showering JenniferÕs nipples with a series of little kisses. I, hoping to make Jennifer happy, licked in her bush with little licks. Miriam stood up. She untied JenniferÕs wrists from the headboard. It took a while. The rope had been tied tightly and Miriam didnÕt want to break her fingernails. All the while I politely kissed JenniferÕs cunny, not sure now whether she wanted me to make her cum or not, Miriam being present amongst us. Miriam got JenniferÕs hands free and the girl rubbed her wrists. ÒOooh, that rope was too tight!Ó Jennifer said. It seemed a strange comment, after all else sheÕd suffered. She bucked her hips at me. I guessed she wanted me to finish her off. But it was too late. Miriam grabbed me by my mane of blonde hair and pulled my face up from JenniferÕs bush. ÒWe must dance, dear,Ó Miriam said. ÒIf you need it badly, so much the better!Ó She made me desist, leaving Jennifer staring at us awkwardly from the bed. Her legs were spread apart and her hips arched themselves. Her belly rippled. Her navel dimpled her belly. It panted for kisses and love. Miriam slapped JenniferÕs tummy and made her get up. ÒOwwww!Ó Jennifer pouted. ÒDonÕt play with yourself, Jennifer!Ó Miriam warned. She slapped the girlÕs hand away as Jennifer made to do what nobody else, as yet, had done for her. Miriam looked at me. ÒYou can be douched on the dance floor. Your pussy must be painted anyway, to make it glow. And your nipples, too,Ó she smiled. ÒCome, itÕs a black-light dance, with flourescent paints on our most important places and parts. Wait Ôtil you see how the men look!Ó She urged us both from the bedroom, palming our bottoms, Jennifer hot and bothered, her hips squirming, me content for the moment, but embarrassed to show myself in public with my pussy wet and well-spermed. Nonetheless Miriam brought us back out into the ballroom, and we greeted the guests in our nudity, naked as babes, but with lusts no babe, hopefully, ever felt. ----------------------- Dreamgirls! ----------------------- -Free Dreamgirls e-mail subscriptions: send (18 or up) age statement to: roller666@aol.com -My ftp site is: members.aol.com/roller666 -Back issues at Usenet newsgroup: alt.poop? -or send e-mail to: file.archives@backdrop.com -Free minicomics: send a stamped, self-addressed envelope & age statement to: Jim Corrigan, P.O. Box 3663, Phenix City, AL 36868 U.S.A. -Naughty Naked Dreamgirls (Library of Congress ISSN: 1070-1427) is copyright 1996 and a trademark of Andrew Roller. -NEW small Usenet newsgroup: uw.alt.sex.stories -END OF ftp EMISSION