Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in 
LABORS OF LOVE

Chapter One

	They met shortly after dark, so the neighbors would be less observant.  Checking his necktie, Chip rang the doorbell.  He straightened his sport coat.  It was a large house, and it took a moment for any sound or lights to awaken within in response to his pressing the bell.  Chip glanced over his shoulder at his Corvette.  It stood about 20 feet away.  The houseÕs front yard was more for show than for depth.  But it was a big, expensive two-story house.  People preferred to spend their money on house rather than yard in this neighborhood.
	Chip waited.  He did not wish to ring again.  But he glanced sideways at one of the big display windows by the front door, modestly shrouded within by a curtain.  Then, as if in answer to his anxious glance, the curtain illuminated.  A light had been turned on within.  He thought he heard footsteps.  Suddenly, as if emerging from some silent tomb, like a liberated princess, the woman answered.  Chip broke into an immediate smile and she smiled back.
	ÒHi, chip,Ó Annette said.  Her eyes twinkled.  She was a petite blonde, but with a generous bosom and curvy hips beneath her wasp-like waist.  Her eyes scanned his physique as if looking for something.  Chip tried not to stare at her low-cut blouse and was successful, at least momentarily.  Annette wore a peasant blouse.  It showed off the brown tanned skin of her thin fragile shoulders as well as the upper curve of her breasts.  Annette drew Chip indoors and closed the door quickly behind him.
	ÒHi, Annette,Ó Chip replied inside the foyer.  In saying hello to her, Chip inadventently let his eyes fall to her bosom.  The overhead light in the foyer cast a rich glow onto her breasts.  They were sumptuous, lily-white, full and firm, bouncing with every movement she made.  Annette, safe in her own house, wore no bra.
	Chip cleared his thoat and felt an immediate erection pop into his pants.  He was young and it was uncomfortable.  He wished he could control himself better.  Annette, being petite, had no trouble scanning his trousers below his belt.  She noticed ChipÕs hard-on and her taking note of it, with a little flick of her tongue across her lips, made poor Chip even harder.  Then Annette, pretending quite sweetly as if sheÕd seen nothing at all, took ChipÕs hand.
	ÒCome, I want you to meet my husband!Ó she smiled.  They walked together from the tiled foyer into a carpeted living room.  Beyond that was a den and, standing with his back to them, pouring himself a drink, Chip saw him.  He was as tall as Chip but with broader shoulders.  He had on an expensive pair of slacks and a shirt, but no coat.  ÒDear, ChipÕs here.Ó
	ÒAh, yes, how nice to meet you, Chip.  IÕm Dave,Ó AnnetteÕs husband said.  He turned and for a moment Chip thought he had been introduced to Sean Connery, for the man looked very much like him, although he would have been the Bond-Connery, young and lacking a beard.  But he was at least a decade older than Chip.  
	ÒPleased to meet you,Ó Chip said.  He almost added ÒSirÓ from his four-year stint in the military but he but it off at the last moment.  Dave extended his hand and Chip took it and they shared a warm handshake.
	ÒI understand you met my wife at the health club?Ó Dave asked.  He stirred his drink and then took a swallow.  Annette, still holding ChipÕs hand, squeezed it.
	ÒUh, yeah,Ó Chip replied.  ÒI lift weights a lot.  I finally have time now that IÕm out of the military.Ó
	ÒExcellent,Ó Dave said.  ÒWeÕll have to lift together sometime.  You look like you could add some extra pounds if you keep it up.Ó  Dave, not quite able to check his pride at his own physique, flexed his shoulders.  
	ÒYeah, IÕm kinda skinny, but I guess with my broad shoulders... yÕknow,Ó Chip felt embarrassed talking about his goals.
	ÒThe next Arnold Schwarzennegger IÕm sure,Ó Dave said.  He grinned.  ÒDrink?Ó
	ÒJust a beer,Ó Chip answered.
	ÒThereÕs some excellent Blue Boar Pale Ale in the fridge, by Weinhard,Ó Dave suggested.  ÒWhy donÕt you get it, honey?Ó  Dave looked at his wife.  
	ÒSure,Ó she smiled.  Annette turned and sashayed quickly from the room.  Chip watched her depart, open-mouthed.  She wore a short skirt and every flick of her sexy ass threatened to show her undies.  Chip caught a glimpse of them; modest white schoolgirl undies that he had to laugh at a little, for their plans for the evening were most immodest indeed.
	ÒYou have a great wife,Ó Chip said when Annette was gone.
	ÒThanks,Ó Dave replied.  He hadnÕt failed to notice ChipÕs condition below the belt when the young man entered the room.  He knew the younger male wasnÕt sporting a bulge in his crotch for him.
	ÒYouÕre not married?Ó Dave asked.
	ÒNo.  I just got out of the Army,Ó Chip answered.
	ÒYes.  Right.  Keep you busy, do they?Ó
	ÒI was in Bosnia two years, then, well, just busy and stuff, I guess,Ó Chip answered.
	ÒAnd shy,Ó Dave thought.  But he didnÕt say it, for a soft-spoken addition to his relationship with Annette was just what the two of them wanted.  Someone young, not pushy, someone whom they could both enjoy sharing their love life with and then who would have the courtesy to excuse himself.
	ÒHereÕs your beer,Ó Annette said.  She bounced back into the room, her shoulder-length blonde curls dancing and her bosom, so discreetly but deliciously displayed, shaking and quivering with her every step.  
	ÒThanks,Ó Chip smiled.  The beer was already open and he took a quick swig.  It was sweet.  He hadnÕt had much time for drinking beer in the army, being underage three out of his four years of his stint.  He still wasnÕt terribly used to the taste.  
	ÒWere you guys talking about me?Ó Annette asked.  She seemed to love being the center of attention.
	ÒNot actually, dear,Ó Dave said in a voice that seemed to scold her a little.
	ÒWell, dinnerÕs ready, anyway,Ó Annette said.  She bowed her head a little to show she didnÕt wish to be pushy.
	ÒThen letÕs eat!  IÕm starving,Ó Dave said.  ÒChip?Ó
	ÒSure,Ó Chip replied.  But inside his stomach was all tied up in knots for he hadnÕt gotten laid since leaving the army.  Annette took his hand sympathetically.  He smiled at her and Dave waited for them to go ahead.  She gave him a tug and he let her lead him into the dining room.
	Gallantly Chip seated Annette.  Dave watched.  Then the two men sat down.  Dave was favored with the head of the table, as the master of the house.  Annette sat right around the corner from him, and next to her, like an eldest son, was Chip.  He glanced again at AnnetteÕs breasts and mused that the woman was barely older than himself; perhaps a year younger.  She tossed her blonde curls back and reached for their salad.  It was Fennel and Endive Salad, with a light dressing of Wheat Beer.  Carefully Annette served Chip first, then her husband Dave.  Finally she served herself.  
	They ate quietly.  Annette revealed that she was taking a class in human anatomy at the local college.
	ÒDoctor?Ó Chip asked, his mouth full.
	ÒNo, IÕm just studying to be a dietician,Ó Annette answered.  Chip felt somehow relieved.  Dave was an imposing presence enough.  
	ÒHow about you, Chip?  Are you considering college?Ó Dave asked.
	ÒSure,Ó Chip replied.
	ÒAnnette can probably help you fill out the forms if you decide to go.Ó
	ÒThat would be great,Ó Chip answered.
	ÒYouÕd make a great doctor,Ó Annette smiled at Chip.
	ÒThanks,Ó Chip answered.
	ÒMy husbandÕs a vice president at a bank,Ó Annette said.
	ÒOh.  Maybe IÕll need a loan to go to college,Ó Chip suggested.
	ÒThe college would have that available,Ó Dave answered.  ÒStudent loan office.Ó
	ÒOh yeah,Ó Chip said.  He considered asking about a loan for a car, a new car to replace his aging Camaro.  But then he remembered that he was being loaned something much more valuable this evening, if all the right cards fell into place.  He coughed and forked another bit of salad into his mouth.
	ÒAre you okay?Ó Annette asked.
	ÒYeah,Ó Chip replied.
	ÒDo you need another beer?Ó she asked.
	ÒNo, really, I donÕt,Ó Chip answered.  She seemed to sense his nervousness and smiled.  ÒDonÕt eat if you canÕt,Ó she whispered.  She squeezed his thigh with her small, pink-nailed hand.
	ÒItÕs very good,Ó was all Chip could say in reply.
	Dinner consisted of grilled pork tenderloin with golden ale gravy.  Chip wondered if all the beer was intended to loosen him up.  He felt loose enough, at least with regard to the decision they were all heading towards.  Just his stomach and his crotch were tight.  The beer did taste good, though.
	ÒBetter than Budweiser,Ó he smiled at Dave.
	ÒShe likes using beer on food,Ó Dave replied.  ÒDoesnÕt drink much out of the bottle, but likes it on her food.Ó
	ÒYeah, great,Ó Chip replied.  Annette took a small sip of Blue Boar.  Her bottle was mostly full.  She savored the taste of it as if the boar might have added something extra just for her.
	ÒHave you ever tried swinging?Ó Dave asked as the meal wound down.  
	ÒNot really.  Read about it in the Army, though.  In Penthouse,Ó Chip answered.  
	ÒOf course,Ó Dave replied.  Annette giggled.  She excused herself to get their dessert and, for the moment, there was nothing but silence, the two men, sitting apart, eating, looking down at their plates.  Then annette returned with jello parfaits.
	ÒWe try some swinging now and then,Ó Dave said.  Annette returned to her seat and sexily began spooning her jello into her mouth.  It was topped with whipped cream and the cream got on her upper lip.  She licked it off, then spooned in more jello and reacquired the white cream mustache.  She licked her lips again.
	ÒItÕs hard to find the right person,Ó Annette said.  She looked up at Chip with wide, innocent eyes, as if discussing some relativeÕs marriage.  Except they were discussing themselves, not someone else.  And it hardly fit within the PopeÕs definition of marriage.
	ÒYeah, I guess so, but...Ó Chip let his voice trial off.  He smiled sheepishly at Annette and couldnÕt help admiring her exposed bosom.
	ÒIt has to be someone handsome of course,Ó Annette said.  ÒAnd not some old fogey.  Preferably not even someone DaveÕs age.Ó  She shot a glance at her husband.  ÒSweet as he is.Ó  Her eyes returned to Chip.  ÒWhen I saw you pumping iron, working so hard,Ó she smiled.
	ÒI looked like just your type, eh?Ó Chip smiled.
	Annette scrunched up her nose and returned to her jello.  ÒWell, it has to be someone who can Fuck,Ó she said in a sweet, schoolgirl voice.  ÒI mean, thatÕs mainly what heÕs for.  DonÕt you agree, dear?Ó she asked her husband.  Sexily she plopped a big gob of jello on her tongue.
	ÒYes, that most certainly,Ó Dave said.  ÒBut of course sometimes we invite a girl over, when itÕs my turn to have my fantasies realized.  ItÕs too bad that stewardess left.Ó
	ÒOh, you!Ó Annette scolded her husband.  She looked at Chip.  ÒHe makes me have sex with a GIRL!  I donÕt really like it.  Do you like seeing two girls make love?Ó 
	ÒUh, well, in Penthouse I do,Ó Chip replied.  His penis felt absolutely engorged in his pants and he wondered if there was any way he could get some room for himself in his trousers.  He didnÕt want to reach down and yank at his pants.  It would seem so immature, doing that.
	ÒSo what do you say, Chip?Ó Dave asked.  ÒCare to spend the evening with us?Ó
	ÒSure, I guess so,Ó Chip said.  He spooned jello into his mouth without looking at either Dave or his wife.
	ÒWell, dear, I guess we should show Chip our playroom, then,Ó Annette suggested.  ÒShould I do the dishes first?Ó
	ÒNo, I donÕt think Chip would appreciate that,Ó Dave replied.  Chip, unable to stand the pain in his groin, reached down and yanked at his crotch to try to give himself room.
	ÒOh,Ó Annette said.  She glanced at Chip.  Her eyes seemed huge as saucers and her mouth was a little O, like a rosebud waiting to be forced to open into a rose.  
	Dave stood up.  Chip glanced at the manÕs crotch and thought he saw a slight bulge.  Obviously ten extra years of sex helped a man keep himself down until it was time.  Chip stood up, expecting Annette to reach for his hand.  Instead, she sat like a little rabbit between the two risen men.  She stared at her jello but didnÕt spoon any more of it out of the glass.
	ÒStand up, Annette,Ó Dave ordered his wife.  ÒWeÕre not going down without you.Ó
	Chip, sensing she wished to be fey, reached out himself and stroked her bare shoulders.  He felt bashful but at the same time he sensed, like an errant schoolboy, that he could pull down her blouse if he wished.  He found the sensation irresistible.  Carefully pushing the sleeves of her blouse further down her arms, as if asking permission, he then drew the blouse down over her nipples.  They popped out erect and hard as coral.  They were pink, pink as her glossy lips, with a touch of red.
	Annette sat unmoving.  Chip felt himself trembling.  He reached within the lowered blouse and hefted out AnnetteÕs gorgeous bosoms.  He squeezed them.  They were delicious to touch and he wanted to bend down and suck at them like a child.
	Dave cleared his throat.
	Quickly, as if afraid of his own desire, Chip pulled AnnetteÕs blouse back up.  He remembered once when heÕd been in a girlÕs bedroom and her father had come motoring up the drive.  TheyÕd been furtive, quickly dressing, their love only half-complete.
	ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Chip said in a broken voice.
	ÒItÕs okay, Chip,Ó Annette said.  She clasped his hand to her bosom before it could dart away.  A silence followed, Annette still staring at her half-eaten glass of jello, Chip cupping her nearest breast.  As she held his hand he began to palp the warm full globe beneath his fingers.  It felt so deliciously feminine.  She held his hand, letting him feel her.  Her blouse remained a barrier between his hand and her breast but he had no trouble feeling the perking of her nipple.  He traced it with his fingers when he was done squeezing the globe itself.
	ÒYes, that feels nice,Ó Annette said suddenly.  She slid his hand off her bosom and stood up quickly.  She glanced down at herself and straightened her peasant blouse, holding it where it covered her breasts and pulling it up a little to keep herself modest.  Her fingers were small, like little darts.  Her nails were sharp.  Watching her, Chip wondered if her nails might tear open the front of her blouse, but they didnÕt.  She handled her blouse by its upper hem, carefully.
	ÒChip,Ó Dave said, as the two men waited chivalrously for the only female between them to straighten her blouse.  ÒThere may be a little pain involved in our lovemaking.Ó
	ÒIÕm already in pain,Ó Chip replied.  He was full in the front of his trousers and he knew Dave could easily see how erect he was in his jeans.  Dave pointedly cast his eyes to ChipÕs groin.
	ÒYes, well, obviously thatÕs got to be a little painful,Ó Dave agreed.  ÒBut I mean imposed pain, you know, bondage and stuff,Ó Dave said.
	ÒI-I think I can handle it,Ó Chip replied.  He looked with mesmerized eyes at Annette, who still stood with her back to them, at her place at the table, straightening her blouse.  She was fixing her sleeves now, pulled down by Chip.  Suddenly she dropped her hands and spun about, her curls flying.  She smiled at Chip.
	ÒYouÕll like our basement,Ó she said.  She glanced at his trousers.  ÒMy youÕre big.  IÕd unzip you but I donÕt want you drooling all over my carpet.Ó
	ÒYeah.  Thanks,Ó Chip answered.  He felt a little like he was in a daze, with such a luscious babe standing in front of him, obviously sexy and not minding the least his big impolite boner.
	The three of them drifted out of the dining room.  There was a sense of urgency and yet they moved languidly.  Annette took ChipÕs hand to reassure him.  Yet she seemed to seek a bit of reassurance from him, perhaps that she was acceptable, and Chip squeezed her hand to let her know she was the finest creature heÕd yet laid eyes on in his 21 years.
	ÒHow old are you?Ó Chip asked suddenly as Dave opened a door and let them pass.
	Ò20, not legal to drink yet,Ó Annette sighed.  Then she smiled.  Her breath was a sweet mixture of jello and beer.  She tugged on ChipÕs hand and he needed little encouragement to walk with her down a steep flight of stairs.  As they took the first steps Dave, behind them, flicked on a light downstairs.
	ChipÕs eyes nearly popped out to the size of his groin when he saw what Annette and Dave had waiting for him.  It was a dungeon, not a basement.  All around the room he saw equipment of various types, like an exercise room.  But the machines were made of wood and leather, and had chains attached, and straps.  In one corner pillows and cushions were piled, as if to give a resting place to the weary.  On the opposite side of the room, offering up a plume of steam, a jaccuzzi could be heard bubbling.  Chip saw no bed, but he suspected a male rarely escaped this room without leaving something behind.  In fact, when Annette squeezed his hand he almost put something right into his pants.
	Annette let go of ChipÕs hand and walked over to a small bench.  There, piled neatly, appeared to be some bits of fabric.  She was joined by Dave, and the two of them fussed for a moment, choosing first one bit of fabric and then another.  Finally Annette walked over to Chip.
	ÒHere,Ó she said.  She extended her palm to him.  Draped within it was an inconsequential bit of nylon.  ÒTake everything off and put this on,Ó she said.
	Chip gaped at the little item cupped in her palm.  Slowly he raised his hands and lifted from her outstretched hand what turned out to be a minimal jockstrap.  It was too small to be a swimsuit, but nonetheless it had a flowery pattern on it.  Poinsettas, backed with ocean blue.  The jockstrap-swimsuit had a thong back.  Unlike a jock, it lacked the additional straps that circled the thighs.  Instead there was merely a waistband, less than an inch wide.  Hanging down from that was a pouch, much too small for his penis, though Chip realized he was expected to try to stuff himself in anyway.  Extending back from the barely-there pouch was a thong, which no doubt, in some fantasy, expected to cover his bulging balls and then run up between his buttcheeks to rejoin his waistband at the back.
	ÒHow am I supposed to get into this thing?Ó Chip asked.  He shook the suit and hoped that a bigger pouch would somehow fall out for his dick to fit into.
	ÒThatÕs your problem, sweetie.  You should see what I have to wear,Ó Annette smiled.  ÒAt least you donÕt have to tie any bows.Ó
	ÒI hope not,Ó Chip said.  ÒAltough a bow would no doubt double the amount of material I have to work with.Ó  His cock felt painfully engorged and he tugged at the nylon pouch.  At least it wouldnÕt be as imprisoning as his damn Levis jeans.
	ÒOh, and put this on too,Ó Annette said.  She smirked.  She handed him a flanged plug.
	ÒWhat the fuck?Ó Chip asked.  ÒThis is...  IÕve seen one of these...  this is a butt plug!Ó
	ÒJust shove it in.  ThereÕs some lube in the dressing room if you need it,Ó Annette said.  
	ÒI told you it would be a little bit painful, Chip,Ó Dave said.  He was still at the bench.  He was holding a pair of black lycra slacks for himself.  
	ÒBut, sir,Ó Chip stammered.
	ÒYouÕll hardly feel it when youÕve got yourself up my wife,Ó Dave replied.  
	ÒIt actually makes the act of doing it more enjoyable,Ó Annette whispered.
	ÒDamn.  It wonÕt make me... gay or anything... will it?Ó Chip asked.  His voice came out in a broken soprano, like a 15-year-old.
	ÒNot at all,Ó Dave reassured him.  
	Annette smiled and pinched ChipÕs thigh encouragingly.  Her eyes begged him to be a good sport.
	ÒShit,Ó Chip swore.  But he turned away, Annette beaming after him, still holding the plug as well as the nylon swimsuit.
	ÒYour dressing roomÕs over there,Ó Annette said.  She gave his ass a playful slap.  ÒHurry, we want to start playing!Ó
	ÒOkay,Ó Chip agreed.  He walked over to the place Annette had indicated.  There was a simple curtain, covering what appeared to be an alcove in the wall.  He pushed back the curtain and saw it was a small alcove, with a wooden bench, a mirror, and a hook in the wall for his clothes.
	Chip spun his head about one last time, anxiously, but saw that Annette and Dave were already retreating into separate dressing rooms of their own, near to the bench where the clothes had been laid.  He wondered if there was anything better he might cop from the bench.  Squinting his eyes, he saw only female nightgowns.  Then, as if urging him on, he suddenly felt as if he might spill in his pants.  Quickly he darted into the dressing room.  Yanking at his belt, then his button and his zipper, he got his pants open.  He still held his swimsuit in one of his hands the whole time, it was so small.  And in his other hand he managed to grip the plug Annette wanted to see him put up his butt.
	With relief Chip shoved his pants and his underpants down.  His cock sprang out like a liberated snake.  Worriedly he gazed at it and then down into his underpants to see if heÕd lost any of his load.  There was a wetness of pre-cum in his underpants but no sperm.  Chip breathed a sigh of relief.  Then, contemplating the swimsuit Annette had given him, he wondered if he wouldnÕt be better off shooting his cum first before trying to fit himself into it.  Well, he couldnÕt do that, he told himself.  Where would he put his sperm?  There was no toilet in this tiny dressing room.  And he might prove less useful without his load.  He didnÕt want to disappoint his hosts, especially Annette.
	Chip heard squeals across the room as he hung up his clothes.  He guessed Annette had gotten her nightie, or whatever it was, on and was getting her husband to tie her into it.  SheÕd said it had lots of bows.  Quickly Chip stepped into the swimsuit sheÕd given him.  He pulled it up his legs and contemplated his erection.  How the HELL was he supposed to get this on?  Then he remembered the butt plug.  He dropped the suit to the floor and stepped out of one of the leg holes.  On the wooden bench, where heÕd laid down the plug, was a jar of vaseline.  He picked it up.  It was new.  With some effort he twisted the jarÕs lid open.  His hands were shaking.  He dipped the plug in the vaseline.  Drawing it out all gooey, except for the flange, he bent forward and looked at himself in the mirror.  
	ÒMy Army buddies would laugh all the way to Russia and back again over this,Ó he told himself.  The mirror was full length and as he spoke to himself he couldnÕt help noticing his big dick wobbling around in front of him, sticking out from his legs like the huge neck of a very long beer bottle.  His balls felt impossibly swollen and he had a deep desire to shoot.
	ÒUngh,Ó Chip said.  He pressed the plug between his ass cheeks.  His anus refused to budge.  HeÕd never had anything go UP him before!  ÒGod damn this is stupid,Ó he swore.
	Suddenly the curtain swooshed open.  Without bothering to close it, a beaming Annette stepped inside.  She was dressed in a darling teddy.  It was white, like a baby doll, and sported a little flutter-style bottom that tried, but failed quite spectacularly, to cover her bottom.  It hung down from her waist like some obscene skirt.  Underneath it, for it was see-through, the teddy, also see-through, covered her pubis and dwindled to a thong that ran beneath her and then up the crack of her bottom.  In back the thong had been tied to her teddy with a big pink satin bow.  Pink bows served as shoulder-straps for the teddy, each being separately tied atop AnnetteÕs shoulders.  Finally, where her bosom brooded, full and round and inviting, the teddy had drop-away cups that had been carefully tied up with pink bows to keep her bosoms from falling out.  The cups, though, were see-through like the rest of her teddy, hiding nothing.  AnnetteÕs hair was put up in a sexy chignon.
	ÒHi sweetie, having trouble?Ó Annette asked.  She gazed at ChipÕs penis but was strictly business, taking the butt plug from him.  She stepped behind him and contemplated his bare ass.  Lightly she placed a palm on it.  He had a white bottom, from swimming.  The rest of him, except where his real swimsuit covered him in front, was richly tanned.  ÒBend forward more,Ó Annette advised Chip.  
	ChipÕs penis was too desperate, and Annette too beautiful and promising, for him to refuse.  He felt like an idiot but nonetheless he bent over and put his hands on his knees.  He let her pry his ass open with her fingertips.
	ÒYou understand that you must be a little bit below my husband to protect his ego,Ó Annette consoled him.  She spread his buns apart and seemed to relish touching him there.  Chip felt the smooth glide of the vaselined butt plug intrude between the halves of his seat.  ItÕs nub bumped against his tight anus.  ÒThis helps show your position, relative to him,Ó Annette said.  ÒItÕs nothing, really.  YouÕll like the sensation of having it in you when we...Ó 
	ÒOuch!Ó Chip roared.  AnnetteÕs last word was drowned out by his shout.  With firm feminine hands Annette stuck the wide-mouthed plug with its wider flange up ChipÕs bottom.  She twisted it a little to make sure it was in tight.  Then she let go of his seat.  There was a kleenex box next to the vaseline.  She drew a kleenex from it and wiped her fingers.
	ÒYouÕre tight,Ó she smirked at Chip.  ÒWas that your first?Ó
	ÒAnd my last,Ó he assured her.  She looked at his erection and blushed.  
	ÒGet your swimsuit on,Ó she said.  
	ÒI almost creamed in my pants, they were so tight,Ó Chip warned her.
	Annette put one of her small fingers against the pee slit on the end of his cock.  ÒI have confidence in you,Ó she said.  ÒAnyway, youÕre bigger and older than me, so be a big boy and donÕt lose yourself.  Do you think I donÕt notice this little thong thingy?  It fits right between the lips of my cunt.Ó  Annette squatted a little and thrust her hips forward and lifted the frill-dress that circled her hips.  Chip caught a glimpse of the honeypot that waited for him if he did as they wished.  A small thong, perhaps only an eighth of an inch in width, bisected her cunny.  Her lips closed over it, it was so small, and he had no doubt that when she walked it rubbed quite noticeably against her.
	ÒYeah but youÕre a girl,Ó Chip replied.
	ÒDo you think I like being made wet?Ó she asked.  ÒI mean, you know, it just keeps on rubbing.Ó
	ÒI definitely want you wet,Ó Chip replied.
	ÒOh, you!Ó Annette said.  She gave the cheek of his face a slap, but lightly, as if afraid she might hurt him.  Then she pranced from the dressing room and was gone.  Chip watched her small lovely bottom, hopelessly bared by the decorative frill of a dress she wore with her teddy.  It was designed to rise in back to cover her less there than in front.  As a result she looked more like some naughty show-pony, all decked out in pink ribbons, than a girl.  Chip pulled the curtain of his dressing room shut.  He could barely stand to watch her.  She made him stiffer than he already was, and he was already far too big for the little swim-thong sheÕd given him.
	Some time later, having somehow managed to struggle into his suit, Chip emerged from his dressing room.  The pouch which was supposed to cover his penis instead wedged in on it from all sides.  It balled his cock up and simultaneously lifted it.  He looked like a walking codpiece, nothing but manhood, his poor dick displayed in front of him in blue and poinsetta-red nylon.  His balls hung out on either side of a little thong that traveresed between them, then ran back farther to wedge itself in his ass.  Only the buttplug, sticking up from between his cheeks, managed to lift the thong out of his seat, where it crossed over the plugÕs flange before descending briefly into his crack again and then escaping it to join up with his suitÕs waistband.
	Annette stood across the room from him.  She had one finger in her mouth, contemplatively.  Hanging from her wrist was a handcuff, one of the metal cuffs still dangling free.
	ÒWell, you look all ready to party,Ó Annette said, smiling at Chip and taking her finger out of her mouth.  Then, all of a sudden, behind her, shocking her a little, her husband emerged from his dressing room.  Chip stopped in his tracks.  
	Dave wore a hood.  It covered his face down to the level of his mouth.  There were eye holes cut into it and his eyes glared out first at Chip, then at Annette.  He cracked a whip and his wife leapt up where she stood and then retreated quickly from him.  She crossed the room to Chip and he found himself receiving her into his arms.  
	ÒIsnÕt he gorgeous?Ó Annette asked, turning her head back toward her husband even as she looped her arms up around ChipÕs neck.  For a moment Chip considered, not sure where she was asking him about her husband, or vice versa.  Finally he decided she might be asking her husband and, willing to take any compliment he could get, Chip said nothing.
	Dave advanced implacably toward Chip and his wife.  Absently, but with a sense of menace, he snapped a large bullwhip in front of him and out to the side as he walked.  His hood, leaving his mouth revealed, which was grimly set, continued down his back and over his shoulders to form a black cape.  Yet the cape stopped just short of his buttocks, leaving them bare in the cool air of the dungeon.  In addition to the hood and cape he wore tight spandex trousers.  But they lacked a zipper, and so the halves of the fly were open.  Through the unzipperable fly stuck DaveÕs penis.  It was large, perhaps even larger than ChipÕs, still stuffed so painfully in his poinsetta swimsuit.  In addition his balls showed, but they were tightly drawn up with excitement and simply rolled behind and a little under his dick, like a giant hairy softball.  DaveÕs pants were stuffed into polished knee-length boots.  Chip wondered if Annette had polished them for him.  Dick joggling like a long erect hose out in front of him, Dave approached the new couple, Annette and ChipÕs.  Annette squeezed ChipÕs groin hopefully, as if praying for rescue.  Chip felt like Tarzan, except Tarzan, in his animal skin loincloth, would have been much better clothed than he was.
	Fearing he might be struck right on his bulging groin, Chip nonetheless put himself between Annette and DaveÕs whip.  He tucked the bosomy girl under his arm and got himself out in front of her.
	ÒI hope youÕre not planning to do anything dangerous with that whip,Ó Chip said to Dave.
	ÒOr to your groin?Ó Dave asked.
	ÒYeah, that too,Ó Chip replied.  Annette gave him another encouraging squeeze right where he needed it least.
	ÒIt looks to me like youÕve got more trouble from her than from me,Ó Dave replied.  ÒSheÕll have a sore bottom by morning, thatÕs all I can say.  WonÕt you, dear?Ó
	ÒI hope not,Ó Annette said meekly.  Chip reached down and gave AnnetteÕs plump little ass a squeeze.  
	ÒSheÕll be sore, I agree with that,Ó Chip said.  He stuck a finger between her legs, making her flinch.  Annette let out a little squeal as Chip dug into the lips of her labia.  The thong of her teddy managed to block his dig.
	As the two men faced each other down, Annette managed to slip free of both ChipÕs encircling arm and his finger.  She danced quite happily over to a nearby table.  A moment later she returned with a bottle.  She kissed Chip on the cheek.  Then, with a quizzical look on her face, she put a finger into the front of his swimsuit.  She drew it open and, without warning him, she poured the contents of the bottle into his suit.
	ÒYeeeow!Ó Chip cried.  It was more from surprise than from actual pain, but the lotion that Annette had poured quite quickly into his suit was hot oil!  Chip looked down at himself and watched as Annette let go of his suit.  It snapped shut, then opened again as his penis, ever more erect (though that seemed hardly possible) swelled within his suit.  
	ÒOh, that oil is hot!Ó Chip announced.  He felt the oil run from within his crotch down the sides of his legs, escaping out the barely-there ÔlegholesÕ of his suit.  ÒWhy did you do that?Ó he asked Annette.
	ÒTo lubricate you,Ó she smiled.  ÒYou do plan to do something with that penis of yours, donÕt you?Ó
	ÒYouÕre a slut,Ó Chip said to her.
	ÒThatÕs probably why IÕll be sore in the morning,Ó Annette replied.  Screwing up her face like a child contemplating some punishment, she rubbed her hands on her bottom.  Her husband snapped the whip against the floor.  Annette shivered.  Then, composing herself, she tossed a loose blonde curl of her lovely hair from her eyes and smiled.  ÒI guess in the meantime, though, IÕve got two big bad men IÕve got to somehow keep from fighting each other.  Gentlemen, letÕs have tea.  When I was a little girl my mom always had a tea party for me and my sister when we got into each otherÕs hair.Ó
	Quite bizzarely, but with both Chip and Dave mesmerized by the little blonde, Annette took first Chip by his penis and then her husband.  She drew both of them over behind a rack, where perhaps she might later be punished, and Chip saw a tea set on a small purple and green childÕs table.  
	Arranged around the table, which should have been in some childrenÕs center, but was instead marooned amidst torture machines in a dungeon, were three small chairs.  They lacked backs, and, being of molded plastic, were in the shape of toadstools.  Annette made each of her paramours sit down on a toadstool.  Dave, turning away from Chip to sit down, revealed that his pants had no seat.  So both men sat down bare-assed on the toadstools, their bare hairy asses sitting where prim little girlÕs dresses belonged.  Annette, herself lacking any covering over her bottom, except her frilly Ôskirt,Õ which was in fact too short in back to cover her ass, sat down bare assed on a toadstool of her own.  The three were quite crowded around the little table.  The men had to sit sideways, their knees drawn up to their chests and their penises sticking knob-like through their hairy legs.  Annette also sat sideways, but much more decorously, as if sheÕd continued to celebrate tea parties right through her teenage years.  She was facing toward Chip and with just an arch sideways of his head he could see her lovely thong-threaded pussy between her drawn up thighs.
	There was a hot plate on the table and some thoughtful soul, perhaps Annette herself while the men were Ôdressing,Õ had turned it on.  Atop the hot plate simmered a kettle of tea.  It was a Disney kettle, made to resemble some character from Alice in Wonderland.
	ÒNow I expect you guys to be on your best behavior at my tea party,Ó Annette said.  Then she noticed Chip had pulled down the front of his trunks before sitting down.  ÒChip!  Put your penis away, please,Ó she admonished.
	ÒWell, his is out,Ó Chip said, pointing (in more ways than one) to Dave.
	ÒDave is my husband.  HeÕs allowed to show his penis to me,Ó Annette said.  She smiled at him, but waited to pour his tea until Chip had managed to stuff himself back into his suit.
	ÒThank you, Chip,Ó Annette said.
	ÒMmmm, good tea,Ó Dave said, pouring some into his mouth.  Annette had added some brandy to it to give it more kick.  He looked at Chip.  ÒHow many lashes on her bottom do you think she should get for pouring hot oil into your swim trunks?Ó
	ÒA lot,Ó Chip answered, making Annette give a little shiver.  ÒI wonÕt defend her bottom again from her.Ó
	ÒWell what are you going to USE, dear?Ó Annette asked.  ÒI mean it is cool down here but I donÕt really need my bottom warmed too much.  Especially if IÕm busy sitting on it.Ó
	ÒIÕll let Chip decide,Ó Dave answered.  ÒHe looks merciful.Ó
	Chip sipped his tea and considered.  HeÕd read about girls getting whipped, in Penthouse of course, but heÕd never actually seen such a thing.  Of course in the Army guys were always boasting that theyÕd whipped their girlfriend but he suspected it was mostly bravado.
	ÒDo you really want your ass whipped?Ó Chip asked Annette.
	ÒOf course not,Ó she answered primly, sipping her tea.  She hadnÕt added the brandy just for the benefit of the men.  She guessed she might need it herself.  ÒBut I have a husband who likes seeing it done.  I guess it comes with the territory.Ó  She glanced at her husband.  ÒI wish youÕd told me about all your perversions before we got married!Ó
	Dave poured himself another cup of brandied tea and swallowed it down.  ÒTill death do us part, my dear.  DonÕt complain,Ó he replied.  ÒAnyway you need to be whipped to prepare you for the pain of childbirth.Ó
	ÒThatÕs what he keeps saying,Ó Annette confided to Chip.  The little blonde was shaking quite visibly now.  Chip reached out and steadied her teacup for her.  ÒThanks,Ó she said.  She tilted it while Chip held it and sipped from it.
	ÒGet up!  Both of you,Ó Dave said with a menacing snarl.  Annette jumped up.  She nearly spilled the tea but Chip managed to steady the cup and put it down on the table.
	ÒSuch a lovely white ass,Ó Dave said, walking behind his wife.  ÒHow many weeks has it been since IÕve given it a good licking?Ó
	ÒSince you went away, dear,Ó Annette said.  She stood like a small little bunny before him, facing Chip, with her shoulders hunched and her face looking frightened.  Dave lifted up the back of her frill on her teddy, though he need not have, to admire her fanny.  Her cheeks bulged out at him, white and shaking a little, threaded by the thong that was tied off at her waist with a big pink satin bow.
	ÒTurn around,Ó Dave said to his wife.  Then he looked at Chip.  He nodded.  ÒCome,Ó he said.  Chip walked over to Annette and the two men stared down at her.  ÒUndo her ties and free her breasts.  Suck on them.  I want to put clamps on them.Ó
	ÒDaaaave!Ó Annette cried.
	ÒBehave yourself,Ó Dave replied.
	ÒBut those clamps HURT!Ó Annette squealed.  Chip undid her ties.  He worked gently, as if he were undoing the threads that bound up jewels.  Suddenly first one, than the other of AnnetteÕs breasts popped from her teddy.  Delicately as Lancelot with his Guinivere, Chip bent and sucked at the tips of her teats.  First he wet just the tip with his tongue.  It felt rough to Annette and she shivered right down to her tailbone.  Her husband stood behind her, admiring her precocious bottom.  Then Chip swirled his tongue around each of AnnetteÕs nipples and finally, at her husbandÕs urging, after heÕd sucked with ever more pressure on them, he bit them.
	ÒOh!Ó Annette yelped.  First one, then the other of her tensely erect nipples was bitten and stretched.  When Chip let go, Dave was ready with the clamps.  For a moment, her breasts wet at their tips with ChipÕs saliva, Annette watched unmolested as Dave sprang open the clamps and then slowly fitted them to each of her teats.  Then, slowly releasing the jaws, he closed them over her sensitive tips.
	ÒOh!  Ouch!Ó Annette squealed.  Dave laughed.  He tugged at the clamps to make sure they were on.  Annette, recovering herself a little, though there were tears in her eyes now, watched as her husband, and then Chip, simply curious, drew upon her breasts with their fingers by pulling on the tit-seizing clamps.
	ÒTit torture,Ó Dave said.  ÒThe easiest of the tortures sheÕll face tonight, I assure you.Ó  Annette looked meekly down at her bosoms, then at both men.  A strand of hair had slipped from her chignon and trailed down over one of her eyes.  Chip reached up and gently brushed it aside.  At the same time, quite absent-mindedly, he reached for his groin.  He squeezed his own dick.  Dave, noticing, reached over and pulled down the front of his swimsuit for him.
	ÒGet it off,Ó Dave said to Chip.  ÒTea time is over.  YouÕve got serious work ahead of you.Ó
	ÒThank God!Ó Chip crowed.  He thrust the swim-thong down his legs and happily tore it from his ankles.  He chucked it across the room and hoped heÕd never see it again.
	ÒNot so fast,Ó Dave said.  He drew his wifeÕs hands behind her back and locked the cuff that had been dangling from her right wrist to her other arm.  ÒYou were pretty handy with your tongue.  LetÕs see you use it on her pussy.  She needs to be aroused first.Ó
	Untying the big satin bow at the back of his wifeÕs waist, Dave drew the thong between her ass crack and her pussy lips down until it popped free of her snug labia lips.  Chip knelt, eager for any action with such a luscious babe.  As he nudged AnnetteÕs dangling crotch thong aside he noticed it was plenty moist.  But he dove into her anyway, using his tongue, reaching up and seizing her hips and drawing them forward.  	Annette let out a new squeal as she felt her cove invaded by ChipÕs exploring tongue.  Despite being a wife she was very tight.  She was only 20 and her cunt squeezed on his tongue as he stabbed it into her core.  Chip tasted honey.  He pushed deeper.  Annette, balanced precariously within the gripping of his palms on her hips, moaned and let herself sink onto his tongue.  But her snatch kept anxiously trying to close on him, and deeper within she squeezed herself on his tongue in an effort to force him out.  Chip was only inspired to greater effort by such girlish misgivings.
	ÒOoooh!  Oh!  No!  Oh, yes!  No!  Ohhhhh!Ó Annette squealed and moaned and pleaded all at once.  Chip, painfully desperate to get his cock inside her, nonetheless used just his tongue, as Dave had commanded.  Dave, meanwhile, passed the whip he possessed back and forth over the squeezing frightened cheeks of AnnetteÕs ass.  They were just little swishes, letting her know what was ahead for her.  He held her as he swished the whip lightly across her behind.  It left no marks on her lily-white bottom.  But Annette, trembling and holding her cheeks in as best she could, even as she was opened between her legs by Chip, knew many marks would be imprinted on little round behind before morning, and not just by the big bullwhip.  There was an endless supply of flagellation devices in their basement.  Her husband was fascinated by the marks all of them made.  And he was fresh, just back from his trip abroad, to Saudi Arabia, where heÕd had neither booze nor women.
	ÒI-I hate to break up such a cool scene,Ó Chip said finally, lifting his face from the snatch of a swooning Annette.  ÒBut is there a restroom down here?  I have to pee something awful.Ó
	Annette, her eyes glazed, placed her hand on his tousled locks and absently mussed his hair.  SheÕd been drawing him closer to her as he delved deeper and deeper, pulling on the hair on his head, his ears, anything handy, even catching at his tongue when he pulled back for air.
	ÒYesss,Ó she said.  ÒLet me see you pee.  I want to see your big penis pee.Ó  Dave slapped her bottom lightly.  Chip rose up, his penis rising with him.
	ÒGet a cup,Ó Dave said to Annette.  ÒWe pee into cups down here,Ó he said to Chip.  Annette, a little dazed, walking funny, wandered over to a table where sheÕd gotten the hot oil.  She opened a drawer and took out two cups.  She came back to the men, her breasts jutting temptingly from her teddy, clamped off at the nipples to keep her modest.  Between her legs her teddy was untied but the thong and the part that covered her pubis dangled down, showing her pussy only in glimpses, except that even when it was covered the fabric was still see-through.
	ÒOkay, boys.  Pee!Ó Annette, a little recovered now from her ordeal on ChipÕs tongue, commanded.  Both men shoved their penises at her.  She carefully placed a cup under each.  ÒNo peeing on me, guys.  Seriously,Ó she said.  ÒI donÕt want to have to go take a shower.  Especially since someone will probably blame me for the whole thing and give me more stripes for it,Ó she said.  She cast a rueful glance at her husband.
	ÒLast time me and some guy pissed all over her,Ó Dave chuckled.
	Chip could barely hold back his sperm, thanks to all the alluring conversation, as he pointed his dick into the cup Annette held.  With some effort he managed just to pee without shooting his load into her cup too.  It was a lucky thing.  He filled the cup right to the brim and a cumshot would have made a mess of pee and wasted cum on the floor.
	When both men had relieved themselves Annette took the cups away.
	ÒTry not to drip on the floor, guys,Ó she reminded them.  Dave and Chip cast rather awkward glances at each other.  Annette had waited a moment to catch any drips but, nonetheless, Chip felt a drip and he saw Dave drip too, after the cups were gone.
	ÒNo matter how you shake and dance, the last two drops fall in your pants,Ó Chip grinned.
	ÒEven if youÕre not wearing any,Ó Dave replied, gazing at ChipÕs penis.
	ÒOr stupid ones,Ó Chip replied, gazing at DaveÕs pants with their zipperless fly.
	ÒZorro wore these pants,Ó Dave answered.  ÒThey had no zipper at all until he got into a swordfight.Ó
	ÒComparing penises, boys?Ó Annette asked.  She sashayed back to them, having stashed the full urine cups in a corner.  ÒI think ChipÕs a tad bigger, Dave, if you ask me.Ó
	ÒI didnÕt,Ó Dave replied.
	Annette lovingly clasped each maleÕs penis.  Her hands were small and feminine and she had trouble gripping such big shafts, but she did her best, stroking them a little as she got her hands around them.
	ÒGod I have to cum!Ó Chip confided, generally to Annette but with Dave listening in.
	ÒSo does he, Chip,Ó Annette said of her husband.  ÒBut you must learn control.Ó
	ÒI AM controlling myself!Ó Chip cried.  ÒSheesh!Ó
	ÒCould I stand here and rub you for 20 minutes?  IÕd love to.  YouÕre so big and hard!Ó Annette said.  
	ÒNo, and not for 20 seconds either,Ó Chip said.  He attempted to draw back from her hand but her loving caress gripped him quite suddenly, big as he was, and held him.
	ÒI know you need to shoot, Chip,Ó Annette said sweetly.  ÒBut I have plans for such a big penis as yours.  Even if it costs me my bottom.Ó  She cast a quick glance at her husband.  ÒAs I see it, if I squirt whipped cream all over your dick, then you can maybe get away with cumming without me noticing, while my husband has his way with me.  What do you think of that?Ó she asked Chip.
	ÒJust the thought of you doing that to me almost makes me spurt,Ó Chip answered honestly.
	ÒThen come, both of you,Ó Annette smiled.  ÒYou have such rude big penises.  Maybe a little whipped cream will make them a bit more presentable.  After all, Ginger may want to come over and play with us.Ó
	ÒWhat?Ó Dave cried, even as Annette led both men to the table where the hot oil was kept.  She pulled them both by their penises.  ÒYou told the neighbor girl about our sex life?Ó
	ÒShe visits me, dear, and she kept wondering why I had such trouble sitting down on certain days.  YouÕre the one who whipped me.  How can I keep such a thing a secret when I canÕt sit down in my own home?Ó  Annette stopped both men in front of the table.  Then, bending down and showing them her bottom, she reached into a small refrigerator next to the table.  She took out a can of Redi-Wip.  She shook it, smiling and eyeing the penises the men presented to her.  
	SQUIIIIRT!  Chip felt a sudden coldness as Annette squirted a trail of cream onto his dick.  She began at the head, where his pee hole was, perhaps to stop any dripping, and continued back to where the hair of his groin obscured the root of his penis.  Chip had to grind his teeth to avoid coming within such a chilly, yet gently encompassing bath of cream.  When his dick had been coated Annette turned to her husband.  Chip watched Dave grit his own teeth as the lovely little blonde belle lathered him up.  When she was done she replaced the cream, just as if sheÕd been at any party, using the cream for any ordinary purpose.
	Annette wiped the stray bit of cream on her hands away by licking them clean with her tongue.  Just as she was finishing both men heard a sound upstairs.  They listened.  Their penises quivered, all white within their cloud-like wet coating.  There was a key inserted into the lock of the door above and then, creeping down as if afraid to get caught, came small-sounding footsteps.  Suddenly, peeking out from the steps and simultaneously emitting a shriek, was the head of a 12-year-old girl.  She wore pink bows in her hair, giving her pigtails.  The bows matched the color of the bows on AnnetteÕs teddy.
	After a moment, perhaps gathering her courage, the brave young girl stepped farther down the steps.  She was revealed to be wearing nothing at all, saving her tennis shoes and her rolled-down pink socks.  Yet she held an umbrella in her hand.
	ÒIt was raining outside,Ó the girl confessed.
	ÒYou mean you came over here in the nude?Ó Dave bellowed.
	ÒWell I didnÕt want to get my clothes wet,Ó the girl replied.  ÒAnyways, Mr. Dobson, your wife said you have sex down here naked, so I figured....Ó
	ÒGood God!Ó Dave said.  He seemed to tremble, as if visions of police sirens were already wailing inside his head.  Chip, on the other hand, being only 21, and just out of the Army, felt more like a kid, and the 12-year-old had perfect budding breasts just like his kid sisterÕs friends all had when he joined up with the military.  Now that he was back home they all wanted to date him.  They were 16 instead of 12, and their promising breasts had blossomed into tits almost as big and lovely as AnnetteÕs.
	Ginger saw Chip looking at her breasts.  ÒI still have some growing to do,Ó she admitted.  She glanced down at her tits.  They were pointy but had a swelling fullness to them, nonetheless.  They stuck up very pertly, as if raising themselves to get some coachÕs attention.  Chip remembered heÕd volunteered to coach at GingerÕs junior high.  Perhaps she was growing her breasts just for him.
	ÒWhy do you have clamps on your breasts, Annette?Ó Ginger asked her older friend meekly.
	ÒWell, because, my husband insisted,Ó Annette answered.  Looking at her husband, she implored, ÒMy nipples are really starting to hurt.Ó  Suavely he reached out and drew the clips off her, one by one.
	ÒThey hurt most when the come off, and the blood rushes back in,Ó he said, with a sly glance at Ginger.  Annette howled.  She clasped her breasts but, as soon as the clips had been removed, Chip lunged at her teats and sucked them solicitously.  He loved her big bosoms and he loved even more any chance that presented itself to suck them.  As Ginger watched, twirling her umbrella, Dave took AnnetteÕs other breast.  The men suckled at AnnetteÕs teats like hungry newborns.  Ginger placed a hand on first one of her nipples, then the other.  She teased the stiff teats, excited.  Then she placed her hand on her belly and, after dipping a finger absently in her navel, she dropped her hand between her legs and massaged her small slit.
	ÒWeÕre corrupting her,Ó Dave said aloud to his wife when he finally took his mouth from her hurting nipple.  He looked at Ginger.  Quietly, still standing on the basement steps, holding her dripping umbrella over her head, she fingered her spot and her slit.
	ÒIÕm okay,Ó Ginger said.  ÒCan I lick you clean?Ó  She smiled.  Dave looked down at himself.  
	ÒUm, yeah, I guess,Ó Dave answered.  Then muttered:  ÒIÕll pay in Hell for this.Ó
	Ginger danced over to Dave.  Then she neatly set down her umbrella next to him.  Finally, she dropped her to her knees.  Annette, taking a cue from the precocious young girl, dropped to her knees in front of Chip.
	ÒI thought the cream was to keep us--Ó Chip protested.  But as he felt AnnetteÕs petal-soft mouth close over his cockhead he lost the desire to speak the word Òmodest.Ó  A warm licking sensation came to his purplish knob.  He urged himself forward into AnnetteÕs mouth.
	ÒIÕll have to spank you for this,Ó Dave warned Ginger.
	ÒI donÕt mind,Ó the girl replied.  She licked at his big sausage-like cock as if it were a new lollipop.
	ÒI--Ó Chip began.  He wanted to pull Annette off himself, to preserve his seed for his cunny.  But as she continued to clean him he instead forced himself more eagerly into her face.  He stabbed at her cheeks and even poked at her eyes and, when she drew him within her mouth, he tried for the back of her throat.  Dave seemed to suffer from the same perplexity, not sure whether to encourage GingerÕs efforts or resist them.
	ÒYouÕre getting a faceful,Ó Dave said at last.  The childÕs hands clasped his manhood and Ginger looked up at him wide-eyed.  Suddenly he spurted onto her face and she shrieked.  She tried to stop him, putting a finger over his pee slit.  But he was too powerful for her and the big white jets of sperm spurted from him like a geyser.  Chip, meanwhile, was already inside AnnetteÕs mouth at this moment.  Seeing Dave cum, he could no longer control himself.  He shot lustily into the mouth of DaveÕs wife.  He tried to stab himself down her throat and Annette, choking, had to fight to keep him from going to deep.  As he watched the lovely Ginger sprayed all over her face with DaveÕs seed, he gave DaveÕs wife a present of his own lusty sperm.  Both girls shrieked (Annette gagging a little as she shrieked.)  At last both men were done and they pulled back.  The females, still on their knees, gazed first at their white-soaked hands and fingers and then at each other.
	ÒLick her clean,Ó Dave said to his wife.  ÒI donÕt want my sperm wasted.Ó
	Annette stood.  She took GingerÕs hand.  Instictively Ginger stood up when she saw Annette stand.  Annette took Ginger, the girlÕs face coated with semen, over to the pile of pillows.  Gently she laid the pig-tailed girl down in the pillows and then she dropped down beside her.  Fingering the young girlÕs developing teats and stiff nipples, Annette began licking DaveÕs sperm off her face.  Ginger was compliant.  When she got a chance she extended her own tongue and licked ChipÕs sperm off AnnetteÕs face.  
	ÒNow we must both be punished for making them cum,Ó Annette said to Ginger when they were finished.  She rose and pulled Ginger up with her.  The girl was more hesitant now.  She led Ginger over to where Chip and Dave sat on a wooden bench.  The men were relaxing, drinking beers.
	ÒDonÕt get any splinters in your asses,Ó Annette said.
	ÒI lacquered this bench yesterday,Ó Dave replied.  Then he put down his beer and got up.  He took GingerÕs hand.  He drew her close and kissed her face.  She clung to him as he kissed her.  Her bottom wiggled.  Annette stood behind her.  She caressed the girlÕs fanny.  Then, quite unceremoniously, Dave put Ginger over his knee.  He raised his big calloused palm and brought it smartly down on her childish bottom.
	ÒOh, noooo!Ó Ginger cried out.  But she only kicked her legs and didnÕt fight too hard to get up.  Chip flinched, watching her get spanked.  He knew Dave had big hands and he was spanking her quite hard and deliberately.  Yet the girl, despite breaking instantly into tears, did not try to bite at Dave or scratch him, as some other girl her age almost certainly might have done.  Perhaps it was the already swelling penis between DaveÕs legs that rose as he spanked her and bumped against her soft belly.  Something kept her from fighting with all her strength.  Annette, proud of the girl, though she knew her bottom was next and would suffer worse, knelt down beside her and kissed her.  Dave kept on spanking her.  Annette kissed her nose and her cheeks and her gasping mouth.  Chip, unable to restrain himself, and finding himself newly erect, shifted himself on the bench and then got off of it and knelt before the girl, low and close to her mouth.  He stuck his rising penis into her mouth like a pacifier.  Annette leaned back to let him in.  She scolded him but didnÕt stop him.  Ginger looked like a baby caught by surprise.  Her cheeks swelled over his intruding dick and her eyes popped open wide.  Then, accomodating herself to it somehow, despite the hand that kept slapping her bottom, she began to suck.
	Chip, who thought heÕd be out of commission for at least 20 minutes, found himself spurting in no time into the pigtailed girlÕs mouth.  He was quite unable to resist the luring sucking of her childish lips.  He let himself relax and he enjoyed the full measure of her suckling, not fighting it, simply accepting his discharge and hoping, somehow, heÕd find the strength to rise yet again afterward.  Annette, impressed, caressed his bare ass and toyed with the butt plug in his anus.  She twisted it about, and when Chip came she pulled it out of his clenching buttocks (as soon as his steel buns relaxed a little).  
	ÒVery good, Chip,Ó she teased.  ÒIÕm glad youÕre not afraid of a little girlÕs mouth.Ó
	ÒNo,Ó Chip grunted.  
	ÒIs she still a virgin?Ó Dave asked, lifting his hand to spank the girl yet again.Ó
	ÒOf course, dear,Ó Annette grinned.
	ÒWell, IÕm hard,Ó Dave replied.
	ÒOnly Chip may, if anyone does,Ó Annette said.
	ÒDamn.  I thought youÕd say that,Ó Dave answered, and he brought his hand down very hard on poor GingerÕs bottom.  The girl, stuffed full in her mouth with Chip, yelped and accidentally bit him.  Chip howled but kept himself inside her clenching mouth.  He discharged the last of his seed.
	ÒGod damn, what a pretty face she has,Ó he said, gazing down at her puffy childish cheeks.  They swelled even more fully as he flooded her mouth with his seed.  Ginger choked on the discharge.  He drew himself out, still spurting a little, to give her air.  Some of his cum shot up and hit her on the tip of her nose.  Immediately Annette took his place.  She licked at the girlÕs face and within her mouth.  Dave began to spank her more lightly.  Chip looked at the girlÕs bottom.  It was beet red.  Her thin white legs kicked, her balled fists struggled, but she let Annette lick in her mouth and even managed to return a few kisses and licks.
	ÒWhoa, this is amazing,Ó Chip said.  He stroked his dick and hoped it would rise again.  GingerÕs bottom would be a fantastic place to put himself if he got hard again, he speculated, and it would preserve her virginity.  Eagerly he stroked himself more quickly.  He wasnÕt sure he could get himself in her, but if he did he knew her very warm little bottom would be the best place heÕd ever been.
	The poor child, still an innocent when sheÕd first set foot into the basement half an hour before, at most a graduate of games of Post Office, now lay heaving over DaveÕs knee.  Her small upturned bottom bore the marks of his big brutal hand.  Sperm dribbled from her lips where Chip, quite ingraciously, had chosen to discharge himself into her little mouth.  Her childish lips, too young for lipstick, now bore a creamy white moustache.  Dave settled his hand on GingerÕs bottom.  She shrank from it, fearing another blow.  Instead he rubbed her anxious bottom a little, as if polishing it.  
	ÒOoooh, donÕt-t-t!Ó Ginger pleaded.  Even the lightest touch sent spasms of pain through her now.  She shivered as Dave lifted his hand.  For a moment he contemplated striking her again, to show her he ruled here, in this basement of his castle-home.  No doubt if sheÕd been older he would have hit her again.  But in deference to her tender years, he settled his hand on her thighs.  Her reprieve did not last long.  In substitution for striking her he instead began prying between her legs into her virgin cunt.
	ÒDonÕt tear her hymen!Ó Annette warned her husband.
	ÒI just want to feel it, thatÕs all,Ó Dave replied.  ÒIÕve never actually felt a hymen.  I mean, you know, in junior high I felt some with the head of my cock, breaking through them.  But I never actually felt one up with my finger.Ó
	ÒOoooh!  Please!Ó Ginger spluttered.  Dave dug deeper into her clenching core and seemed to find what he sought.  
	ÒYes,Ó he breathed aloud in a husky voice.  ÒThere it is.  Hmmmm, would you like to be devirginated, Ginger?Ó
	ÒOh, noooo, not till IÕm married!Ó Ginger sighed.  Her breasts hung naked underneath her and a tremulous sigh sent them shivering like young fruit on a tree in the winds of early March.  April dew sprinkled itself on the tips of DaveÕs fingers.
	ÒHer bottom must be attended to,Ó Annette said.  Perhaps she spoke up to save the girl.  A man with an erection couldnÕt be trusted with a 12-year-old over his knee.  Ginger, after first squeezing her thighs together, and making much ado about her hymen, now scissored them wide apart.  Chip remembered being given swimming lessons with toddler girls when he was six.  Afraid of the pool, they would lie prone on towels beside it and practise their strokes.  The coach would watch, correct.  Now Ginger, a novitiate at love, seemed to emulate the same approach.  She straightened her legs, let her toes sink to the floor.  She arched her bottom a little.  She drew her hands back against DaveÕs thigh.  
	ÒOoooh.  No!Ó Ginger whimpered.  Yet, clutching at DaveÕs big thigh, she stuck up her bottom at him.  With her toes pressed against the floor for purchase, her sudden movement had the effect of forcing his exploring fingers deeper into her.
	ÒCareful, girl!Ó Dave gasped.  He seemed suddenly afraid.  ÒI think I might have stretched her hymen a little,Ó he confessed to his wife.  
	ÒOh!  Oh!  Oh!Ó Ginger cried.  They were gaspy cries, tentative, searching.  Like a child pressed up against some new exotic boundary she bucked her hips again and again, shoving her apple-round ass into the air and making DaveÕs fingers press hard against her hymen.  Gallantly he kept his fingers stiff within her cunt and did not jab at her but rather let her bang herself against him.  He was intrigued.  Chip was intrigued.  Annette tutted but did not interfere.  The girl had paid the price, letting her bottom be smacked beet-red.  Let her play now, test her limits.  The tissue membrane of her hymen suffered under the intrusive test, yet held; Ginger was playing still, not quite able to break it.  She dared, Dave held his finger tight within her letting her.  He felt her honeyed juices lubricate his digits.  He rubbed his stiff erection on her flat soft childÕs belly and longed to make her bear a baby for him.  His pre-cum stained her satin skin.
	ÒEnough!Ó Annette said suddenly.  ÒBad girl!Ó She gave Ginger a slap upon her tushy.  
	ÒOuch!Ó Ginger yelped.
	ÒGet up, sweetie, itÕs your bedtime,Ó Annette scolded.  She drew the girl off her husbandÕs lap.  Ginger balled her hands into fists and beat lightly upon AnnetteÕs breast.  She did not want to leave her male tormenter.  Dave sat back, sighed.  His cock, freed from the weight of her belly, rose up stiffly from between his thighs and stood like an obscene flagpole.  
	At a nod from Annette Chip strode forward and received the girl.  GingerÕs fisticuffs receeded as she felt herself dropped into ChipÕs muscled arms.  Instead of GingerÕs soft loving breasts his steel-hard chest pressed against her.  She seemed to prefer it.
	ÒUp we go,Ó Chip announced.  He caught GingerÕs legs up and held her aloft like a captured princess.  Then, his own cock dangling between his legs most enticingly, if momentarily spent, yet still tumescent, he marched to the stairs.  He mounted them with Ginger clasping to his neck, her bare arms looped about it, her face pressed to his shoulder and her mouth emitting little sighs.  Her legs kicked a little, then hung quiet.  Her bottom bulbed beneath her, all red and rosy.  Between her thighs she was tight and virginal as ever but wet, honey-wet, and her trembling breaths invited what she could not bring her mouth to ask for.
	Annette followed.  She was oddly dressed for a chaperone, but she feared for little GingerÕs hymen, even in the arms of a man who was momentarily unfit for duty.  She walked primly with her teddy undone between her legs, hanging down and fluttering behind her like some abbreviated wedding gown train.  AnnetteÕs bosoms bounced on her chest like big round gourds ready to be sliced and bitten into.  Thanksgiving-gourds, each a feast in itself.  Her nipples, despite the earlier pain of the clamps, stuck up nude and excited, stems of pleasure.  She knew her husband was planning to pierce them soon and each time they played she wondered if tonight would be the night they were forever altered.  At the same time, with her bottom wobbling full and moony behind her, brazen in its nudity, she knew she was only minutes away from a strapping.  Going upstairs wouldnÕt be an escape for her, only a respite.  She cast a sidelong glance back at her husband when she heard him clear his throat and, sure enough, he was looking directly at her.
	ÒYouÕll pay for involving such a young girl in our games,Ó he said to her in a hard, uncompromising voice.  She knew he hated pedophiles and vowed to kill them every time he saw one on T.V.
	ÒYes, dear, I know,Ó Annette said sheepishly.  ÒBut donÕt tell me you didnÕt enjoy giving her a spanking.Ó
	ÒI was trying to discipline her for being such a little tart!Ó he said.
	ÒOh, pardon me.  I guess I didnÕt see the hard-on you got doing it.  Try not to jerk off while IÕm upstairs, dear.Ó
	ÒFuck you,Ó Dave growled.
	ÒYes, please do.  IÕd hate to cum back downstairs and find youÕve spilled yourself on the floor.Ó  Annette replied.  Then, giving him a glare of her own, she tossed her half-undone chignon and proceeded up the steps.  Each time she lifted a foot her assets gave another jiggly display.  Her husband was a passionate man and she hoped he kept his passion in his penis.  Once heÕd struck her face, bruising her.  She hadnÕt liked that.  At the top of the steps, to reassure him of her love, she turned around and blew him a kiss.
	Dave sat disconsolately on the bench.  He felt like following his wife, and Chip, and yet he had somehow been left behind, as if he wasnÕt needed, wasnÕt wanted.  He heard the door to the basement close yet noted that his wife didnÕt lock it.  He could join them if he wished.  Perhaps she hoped heÕd stumble onto them all making love, without his permission.  That was adultery, wasnÕt it?  He could shoot Chip then, dispose of the young interloper once and for all.  But what about Ginger?  She complicated things.  A man could always shoot another man for loving his wife, especially in his own bed, and keep his wife quiet about how the tryst began.  But Ginger would tattle and tell all:  ÒHe paddled me and he finger-fucked my hymen,Ó sheÕd prattle to her friends at school.  
	Dave got up with disgust.  Chip was safe with Ginger present.  He couldnÕt shoot both of them.  12-year-old girls didnÕt seduce a manÕs wife, even if they did visit in the nude.  He spit on the floor and cared not that Annette would scold him for it when she saw his lugey.  He felt compromised.  He should be the ruler of his house, even with another man in it; but with Ginger in it, her bottom red and his own hand sore from paddling her, he had no options.  He had to tolerate Chip and he had to beg her not to tell.  Forever after when he saw her on the sidewalk and she whispered to her friends heÕd worry.  And sheÕd give him a little smirking smile.  He knew that smile of hers.  SheÕd been giving it to him ever since she moved next door at the age of eight.  HeÕd be out back chopping wood, doing honest ManÕs work, minding his own business, and little Ginger would come visiting.  Of course it was all so Pure, so highminded, little Ginger visiting his wife, asking for sugar for her tea party.  But somehow, despite the sugar being in the kitchen, little Ginger would wind up in the back yard.  And sheÕd insist on climbing up in the wood pile so that Dave, in bringing down the axe, bending over, would get a glimpse of her white-pantied bottom or her puss as she stood atop the logs.
	ÒMr. Dobson, why do you have wood?Ó Ginger would ask him, interrupting his work, her finger perched within her open rosebud lips.
	ÒWinterÕs coming,Ó heÕd grunt in reply.
	ÒOh, not THAT kind of wood, Mr. Dobson.  The other kind, the kind Beavis and Butthead have.  Why do you have THAT kind of wood?Ó Ginger would ask.  And her voice would be high and childlike and innocent, yet when he looked up and met her eyes sheÕd smirk at him.
	ÒAll men have wood,Ó heÕd grunt.  And of course, being a child, like any two-year-old, she was entitled to ask follow-ups.
	ÒBut WHY, Mr. Dobson?  I donÕt have any wood between my legs.  I sit down when I pee.  But I hear boys stand up when they do it, and they pee all over the seat.  Sometimes my big brother pees on the seat and then I have to wipe it before I can sit down on it.Ó
	ÒI hear your mother calling,Ó Dave would answer.  And, leaping down, believing him, feeling a little guilty perhaps, Ginger would run home.  But after awhile that trick didnÕt work anymore, and Ginger had learned a trick of her own.  SheÕd get atop the wood pile and then bend over to inspect the clover that wedged itself between the pile and the backyard fence.
	ÒIÕm sure thereÕs a four-leaf clover down there SOMEWHERE!Ó sheÕd declare.  Her dress, too short, would lift right up and show all her bottom, and her panties were smaller, too small, wedging deep into her little crack and showing the lovely swell of her seat-cheeks where they bulged out, whiter even than her panties.  Her legs were always deep brown from swimming.  SheÕd swim in her pool from early spring until late autumn, when the cold finally drove her from the water.  Her mother called her the Ôpool-nymph,Õ but to Dave she was a wood-nymph, standing high upon the logs and bending down to inspect the budding clover.  ÒI feel lucky today.  DonÕt you feel lucky, Mr. Dobson?Ó Ginger would ask innocently.  And the most embarrassing thing about it for him, staring at her small uncovered ass, was that he KNEW she knew she wasnÕt asking him about the clover.
	One day he told her a bee had landed on her bottom.  He was going to reach out and pinch her naughty little ass, but she was too quick, leaping from the wood pile and darting back inside his house.  Later when she returned he told her heÕd taken up bee-keeping, and she was too sweet for visiting him in his back yard, that the bees would sting her, though they left him alone.  She believed it for awhile.  But one day he found her out back with a whole troop of little girls.  They were wearing empty gunny sacks over their heads.  Being small girls, still prepubescent, the sacks covered them down to their waists.  Apparently the girls thought this sufficient, for they were boldly marching about the yard, spraying bug spray whenever they thought they saw a bee.  Dave had to laugh at the sight of the little girls prancing and dancing about, their short skirts flapping, their fannies as vulnerable as ever, but feeling quite safe, and being quite safe, for he did not keep bees in his back yard.  At last, puffing with proud gasps, the girls marched into his house.
	ÒAll the bees have been vam-ooosed, Mr. Dobson!Ó Ginger told him as he sat drinking a beer at his kitchen table.  She still wore burlap over her head, despite being inside his house.
	Dave glanced out the backyard window.  ÒI donÕt see any dead bees on my lawn,Ó he mused.
	ÒWe didnÕt want to kill them!Ó Ginger said.  ÒWe just scared them.  But they wonÕt come back!  They were scared of us and all our bug spray.Ó
	Dave nodded, drank another draught of beer.
	ÒNow you have to pay us, Mr. Dobson!Ó Ginger told him.  She extended her little palm and held it before him, expectantly.  Finally, when he made it quite clear he was just going to enjoy his beer, despite all her valiant efforts on his behalf, she added:  Òbut you can let us sip some of your beer if you donÕt have any money.Ó
	ÒScram!  Vamoose your SELF!Ó heÕd yelled at her.  He wished he could yell that now, he mused, uncapping a new beer.  Blue Boar Pale Ale.  He ought to take her up on her offer now, and send her home so drunk she didnÕt remember anything.  
	ÒShe deserved that spanking,Ó Dave said aloud to himself.  And she had.  But it wouldnÕt help any.  ÔYes, your honor, I paddled her because she used to stand on top of my wood pile and look at my clover.Õ  That would be his winning argument.  HeÕd rest his case with that.
	Ginger, meanwhile, lay in DaveÕs bedroom on his bed.  She was flopped on her tummy.  Her face was buried in the big pillow Dave sometimes put under his wifeÕs belly to arch up her hips for him so he could sink more deeply into her glorious backside.  Ginger coughed.  Little mewing sounds escaped her throat as Annette, solicitious of her bottom, uncorked a stoppered bottle and soothed oil over her seat.  It was a chilly oil.  It made GingerÕs flaming bottom hurt a little less.
	ÒMmmm, that was quite a spanking my husband gave you, wasnÕt it?Ó Annette asked the girl.
	ÒYeth it hurt,Ó Ginger breathed.  Despite the sensitivity of her seat she arched it up a little.  Lying on her other side, opposite Annette, Dave sported a new erection.  It bumped sideways against the small of her back, like some overgrown cucumber, when Ginger drew in her knees and pushed her ass up.  Had she known it was there, hovering above her little waist?  Now she did, if she hadnÕt before.  She sighed and seemed to accept its presence.  She wiggled her bottom a little and made ChipÕs penis saw across her delving waist.    
	Annette smiled at Chip.  He lay like a nude Adonis across from her.  Precum oozed from the tip of his excited penis and Ginger shrieked when she felt it drip onto the small of her back.  Yet, after shrinking down a little, she lofted her bottom higher.  She shoved ChipÕs penis up with her and made it angle away from him like some cockeyed cock.
	Chip looked at Annette.  He had already cum several times this evening.  He had enough for one more emission, he guessed.  Without speaking, his eyes asked if Annette understood this.  She smiled, a little sheepishly?  She nodded.  She gave permission.  He still looked to her first.  She was the reason he had come tonight, not some spoilt girl from next door who didnÕt know what she wanted, and probably wouldnÕt appreciate it when she got it.  
	Annette lifted her oil-drenched palm from GingerÕs bottom.  She stroked ChipÕs erection lightly with her fingers, greasing it, leaving streaks of oil wherever her fingers smoothed across the big veined pestle of flesh.  Ginger, sensing something had been taken away from her, lofted her bottom a little higher.  She bumped against ChipÕs penis again, making it angle so far to one side that he had to readjust his hips.  He rolled back a little onto his seat.  His penis stuck into the air, waved about, a flagpole without a flag.  Annette followed the movement of ChipÕs cock and kept stroking it.  She leaned across GingerÕs small lovely bottom, pressed the girlÕs seat back down a little with her free hand.  She kissed the head of ChipÕs cock.  Ginger mewled with disappointment.  She was no longer the center of attention.  She wanted to be.
	With an impetuous jolt Ginger shoved her soft little ass upward.  Her seat bumped Annette with such force that it knocked AnnetteÕs mouth off the tip of ChipÕs cock, where sheÕd begun to suck at his pee hole.  
	Annette tossed her head.  Her chignon was almost completely undone now and her blonde hair kept getting in her eyes.
	ÒBad girl!Ó Annette scolded.  She slapped GingerÕs bottom, but only lightly.  There was a remedy for a bumptious girl like Ginger.  
	Ginger squeaked at the slap but her bottom barely retreated from its arched-up position.  Instead she waved the bulbous seat around.  It was full and glossy and incredibly satiny soft and taut, the skin like stretched rubber across the surface of a ball.  Down the middle of her seat it was split, a lovely crack offering twin openings.
	Chip stared at the gyrating butterball of flesh.  How sweetly it was warmed, the white skin slapped to a hue of tomato red.  While her bottom was (formerly) white, flecks of white still showing here and there where DaveÕs hand had failed to strike, her legs were golden.  Hours of playing in her backyard pool had tanned them to twin sticks of cinnamon.  Her back too, so thin and small, with her ribs sticking out and showing whenever she drew in a tremulous breath, was cinnamon-colored too, and above that, her arms, tense and drawn close to her body, her hands by her face, were suntanned.  Yet across the mid-point of her back, there was a single white line.  She wore her bra there, lying by her pool, but tonight her bra was forgotten at home, and her small lovely breasts were crushed beneath her as she stuck up her bottom at him.
	It was an invitation Chip couldnÕt refuse.  With a final glance at Annette, letting her know he wouldnÕt be able to service her this night, he stuck his knee between GingerÕs long legs.  They kicked at him.  He managed, nonetheless, to get the rest of himself between her, like a man moving heavy equipment to where it was needed to do the work it had been assigned.  His other leg joined the first.  The presence of his legs kept Ginger from closing hers.  His balls and cock hung suspended over her bottom.  
	ÒGet them apart,Ó he snarled.  He shoved at the girlÕs thighs.  He wasnÕt happy at losing his chance to fuck Annette.  Yet, with such a virginal bottom wiggling under him, offering, inviting, he felt compelled to fuck her. 
	GingerÕs lovely little seat shrank from him as she felt him position himself to mount her.  But she had noplace to go now, this teasing recalcitrant girl.  He was towering over her, his cock huge and pointing right at her, his balls slung up under his crotch, full with the last of his cum and ready to go.
	Chip grabbed GingerÕs extremely small waist and yanked her down a bit, closer to his waiting loins.  In the same motion he pulled her bottom back up high into the air again, lodging the head of his cock right in her buttcrack.
	ÒYeek!  No!Ó Ginger cried.  And her voice was quite serious.  SheÕd have called 911 in that moment.  Chip widened the spread of his knees, kneeling upon the bed, and his knees in turn forced her long legs wider apart.  Barbie was about to get a present from Ken. 
	ÒWait,Ó Annette said.  She touched twin fingers to ChipÕs cock.  She held him back.  She tossed her golden-blonde hair and slipped from the bed.  Chip watched her walk to a nightstand beside the bed.  Her luscious mature bottom rolled, invited.  Her crack was deeper, her cheeks fuller.  How he longed to plunge himself into her knowing seat, to ride such a luscious mare!  She would appreciate his every stroke, his every thrusting movement.  Yet instead, somehow, heÕd become tasked with deflowering this anxious maiden.  She would buck and moan and complain, and afterward frown at him ruefully.  She would not appreciate, except in some disguised girlish way, sticking her tongue out at him, showing him her lollipop tongue in a gesture of childish defiance.  ÔYou bested me,Õ her tongue would say, sticking out at him, ÔI teased you and resisted you but you bested me.  Now pray I donÕt tell my daddy.Õ
	Annette returned with a small dogÕs collar.  She regained the bed and, kneeling upon it, bent over GingerÕs face.  With expert hands she collared GingerÕs neck.  The girl, startled, twisted her neck about, puppy-like, but Annette was too sure and too quick for her, and the collar was buckled securely around her.  
	ChipÕs eyes darted to two straps laid down by Annette on the bed as she remounted it.  Beside them lay two sticks.  All had been brought from the nightstand.  He wondered at them.  What was their purpose?  Their presence excited him and he shafted his cock within the soft open crack of GingerÕs bottom.  The girl tried to yank her hips away, shocked, but he moved his big sausage-like prick back and forth between her squeezing seat-cheeks.  He was not fucking her, he was not inside her.  He was simply shafting his cock along her furrow, yet she resisted.  The oil Annette had so carefully spread all about and within GingerÕs seat now eased ChipÕs passage.  He felt as if he were buttering his big cock, sliding it back and forth within GingerÕs oiled fanny.  
	ÒGod this feels good,Ó Chip confessed.  He looked at Annette.  She reached back and took one of the straps sheÕd deposited on the bed, wrapped it around one of GingerÕs small wrists.  She smiled.  Ginger let out a cry of alarm but, conveniently, kept her hands pressed close to her face, unmoving.  She was like a rabbit caught between headlights, stone still, just her ass moving, in wiggling little resistance-movements.  The stirring and shifting and bouncing of her seat only served to heighten ChipÕs excitement.  He sawed his cock within the clenching halves of her tushy more eagerly.  He was so big that he split her bottom apart to its widest extent just by laying his penis within her furrow.  She could not hold him within her split seat, instead she was opened by him, just the underside of his cock actually pressing down within her.  Yet it was enough for the two of them to each be innervated by the other.  He was as mesmerized by the moving ball of flesh beneath his cock as she was by the big sausage-like thing pressed down into the intimate furrow of her seat.  And, through it all, tingling up to her tailbone even as it sent shudders through him, they both knew what lay ahead.  A contact this intimate would not simply abate.  It must be completed.  They must run their course together, joust upon the bed, and both lose, and gain from it.
	She would lose her hymen and be filled with his maleness, his seed.  He would lose his cum but gain a notch on his belt, and her blood would anoint his cock.
	With grim efficiency, knowing she would share none of this, Annette closed a strap around GingerÕs remaining wrist.  Then she picked up the twin sticks and, attaching each at one end to GingerÕs collar, she attached each at its other end to one of GingerÕs wrists.  The effect was to bind GingerÕs wrists with the sticks.  They held her hands close to her face, while keeping them away from her neck, lest she undo the very collar that was the centerpiece.  Once locked in to the collar, the sticks were caught and held by it so that they could not move at all.  Not forward, or backward.
	Ginger lifted her neck.  At the back of her collar there was, sewn into the collar, a tube.  It was into this that the end of each stick fitted.  The twin ends of the sticks, fitted into the back of her collar, felt like a yoke across the back of her neck.  She was an animal now, yoked and ready for the stud to inseminate.  She let out a cry of despair.  Her childhood was about to end.
	Chip raised himself slightly, drawing his cock from where it had settled so pleasantly between GingerÕs seat.  He repositioned himself.  He lifted her bottom up more, presented her cunt to his loins.  Then he stabbed his prick down within the folds of her pussy.  
	Despite the welling up of his seed, so urgent, so importuning, so eager to rush forth even now, though his penis-tip was just splitting the outer folds of her cunt, Chip hesitated.  A moment of circumspection washed over him.  She was but 12, he was 21.  He could spend the rest of his life in prison in the Land of the Free for what he was about to do.  Yet what man could resist such a sweet ball of flesh, so perfectly exposed and waiting?  Ginger bumped against him, lodging him a little deeper.  Had he done that, or had she?  Her sucking tightness enveloped half his cockhead now.  She was wet.  He was oiled.  His precum drooled, for a moment he became startled, fearing his seed was erupting.  But it was just a drooling pre-emission, wetting the way, anointing the passage.  
	Chip shoved himself deeper.  Ginger cried out.  He could feel her hymen now, his cockhead splitting her, a big walnut on a stick trapped within the clutching fig of her pussy.  
	Gazing down at his shaft, still nude, still free of her, only his cockhead trapped within her, Chip once again considered his options.  He was an adult, an ex-serviceman.  She was just a bored child, looking for something to do in the rain.  Had Roseanne been a rerun?  Had GilliganÕs Island failed to hold her interest?  Had the Nintendo game been in her brotherÕs bedroom, where she couldnÕt play with it?
	ÒAghggh!Ó Chip cried out.  She was bumping her tissued hymen against his pee-hole, stretching herself on his cockhead even as he held himself back.  Yet he knew, after heÕd fucked her, sheÕd blame it all on him.  SheÕd hold him responsible and, if she wished, sheÕd hold him accountable to the Law.  Yet he was male, a stemming, excited male, and she was being a very naughty girl and knew it and loved it and gave him another inviting little bump with her hymen, he lodged just inside her, she waiting so sweetly, yet so impatiently.
	ÒPlease, let me go!Ó Ginger piped up.  Yet even as she spoke she gave him another little bump.  Her bottom was a ball that she used to knock him in his loins.  She was hitting him below the belt, and he loved it.
	He took command.  She screamed, feeling him draw her up, his hands clasped to her waist, holding her, lifting her even as he plunged himself down through her hymen and into the depths of her cunt.
	ÒNoooooo!Ó Ginger wailed.  With grim vengeance he speared her.  His huge cock split her virgin tube and lunged down into the private sanctuary of her womb.
	ÒOOOOOOOH!Ó Ginger shouted.  He knew she must feel like a stuck pig, and like a pig prancing its way to market sheÕd now gotten more than she bargained for.  The hatchet had fallen.  Her puss was virgin no more, and she was feeling, for the first time, just how big and huge and massive a male cock in her little 12-year-old body could be.
	Annette sat patting and stroking GingerÕs hair.  She had chestnut-brown hair, streaked with gold from being out in the sun.  It was pulled tight into twin pigtails, tied with pink bows.  Chip wanted to reach forward and grab the collared, yoked girl by her pigtails and use them as leashes to ride her across the bedroom.  Instead, he used her hips.  He yanked her up by her waist even more, shoving her almost into a pretzel shape, her back half lofted up while her front half sloped down, her wrists caught by her collar and her legs kicking.  If her knees bumped her wrists she would be a pretzel, a human pretzel, and her lovely upturned bottom would be the violated base of the pretzel.  Yes, violated.  For just the thought of her little tormented body beneath him, all scrunched up and offering, showing him her most intimate parts and being impaled on him, sent Chip into a frenzy.  With hard, merciless strokes he began to shaft her.  He was a Mongol.  He was the Devil himself.  He would ride this little pony till she dropped with weariness and then he would cast her aside and go fuck Annette.  It was the woman he wanted, yet somehow heÕd been tricked into spending himself in this little girl.  Well, she would pay for that.
	ÒNo-oh-Boo!  Hoo!Ó Annette broke into tears.  Chip pounded her with his desperate loins.  He gave her no quarter, though she was quartered.  He drove his rock-solid cock deep into her precious soft squeezingly-tight little cunny.  Again and again he hammered her with his hardness.  He was a lightning bolt, streaking down explosively into the earth.  She received him.  She had no choice.  She began crying, yet Annette simply patted her head.  As the fucking continued Annette plucked at GingerÕs pigtailÕs.  She unbound the girlÕs hair.  She was a child no more.  She was a woman.
	ÒUnh!  Unh!  Unh!  Ohhhhh!Ó Chip grunted out his pleasure and, quite unexpectedly, cuming before he meant to, he gasped out a delicious sigh of relief.  He felt his testicles tighten.  The death grip.  The wonderful full sensation that flooded a man and stiffened his cock, just as he realized heÕd passed his point of no return.  
	Chip savored the moment.  He sighed out a great marvelous sigh, tight within Ginger, so deliciously held by the depths of her small childÕs body.  Then his seed rushed forth from his balls.  It shot down the enormous length of his cock.  It was quick as rain in a sudden mid-summer thunderstorm.  He flooded her.  He seeded her.  He spilled into the depths of her womb and prayed sheÕd taken a pill.
	GingerÕs hair flowed down over her back, covering her collar, Annette unbinding it from her pink bows.  Her wailing quieted, ceased.  She received him like a shocked child.  For a moment not a sound issued from her and then, breaking into a series of moans, she banged her bottom against his loins.  In response Chip began shafting her again, enjoying the hardness of his cock even as he spilled out the very essence that kept it hard.  In a minute he would be done, he would begin to soften inside her, but that moment was not yet here and he burrowed his still-hard strength within her.  She clenched and clutched at him with her virginal cunt.  He noticed his penis had turned red with the blood of her broken hymen.  He leaned forward, he collapsed upon her.  She squeaked as the heavy weight of his body came crushing down upon her.  His breath was hot and he shoved his face down beside hers and sought her tongue.  Ginger twisted her head, offered her lips.  Her tongue extended to meet his.  Together they thrashed upon the bed.  
	Annette rose.  She moved to ChipÕs hips and slapped his bottom hard.  Chip let out a cry and shafted Ginger even more deeply.  Ginger squawked at the new intrusion.  He forced himself down even harder within her.
	And then, his seed gone, he began to soften.  His hips stilled.  Ginger thrashed less violently beneath him.  Her legs ceased their aimless kicking.  Yet their tongues stayed together, searching, touching their tips, their lips kissing.  
	Slowly, after many minutes had gone by, Chip raised himself up from Ginger.  Her small body lay still on the bed.  A tremble passed through her and her face, twisted to one side, offered a lolling tongue.
	ÒYou did well, Chip,Ó Annette praised him.  She was standing beside the bed, still wearing her white teddy with its pink bows, her crotch thong undone, hanging down.  Her big full bosoms, round and milk white, offered themselves.  The triangles of fabric that had once been slung up over her teats dangled hopelessly underneath her swelling breasts, untied, forgotten.  Chip, rising from the bed, seized Annette.  He sucked hard on one of her breasts, grabbing both.  He was a child again, needing milk.  Yet between his legs he was no longer hard.  He was spent.  Annette pushed him away.  She had no use for him now.
	ÒAnother time,Ó she said.  ÒAnother time, Chip.  We will play again.Ó  Then she touched his penis, stirred it with her fingertips.  Just in case.  But he had no more to offer.
	Suddenly Dave was there, standing in the bedroom door.  He wore his hood still, masking his face, and his long black boots that stretched up to his knees, and his pants that sheathed his powerful thighs but left his loins quite naked.  He held a whip in his hand.  His cock was big and fine and ready.
	Chip, surprised, stepped back from DaveÕs wife.  
	ÒDid you fuck her?Ó Dave asked Chip.  The young man didnÕt know to which female Dave referred.  He looked blankly at Dave.  Then, finally, he murmured:  ÒGinger.  I fucked Ginger.Ó
	ÒWell, she is not my wife,Ó Dave replied.  He gave Chip a grim smile.  Then he stepped forward and grabbed Annette by her lovely blonde hair.  ÒYou have a date with a strip of leather,Ó he growled to her.
	ÒNo!  Oh, no!  Please, Dave!Ó Annette cried.  But he yanked her by her hair and dragged her by it, frog-marching her from the bedroom.  She was taken stumbling down the stairs to the first floor of the house and then, Chip listening, he heard them go into the basement, shutting its door with a slam.
	ÒIÕm telling my mommie,Ó Ginger said.  Chip whirled about.  Ginger lay prone on the bed, still yoked within her collar, her face twisted toward him and frowning.  She stuck out her tongue at him.  It was a sweet raspberry-colored tongue.  
	Chip walked over to her.  He sat his bare buns down on the bed.  He reached through her hair and grabbed the back of her collar.  Abruptly he yanked her up so that she knelt spread-legged on the bed, but with her back straight.  She gazed open-mouthed at him.  She was still trapped in her collar, her arms held aloft, her hands beside her face.  Her breasts, young and still growing, stuck out like fleshy points from her chest.  Her belly drew in and then swelled in a flat little swell, then drew in again.  Her pubis, just coming in, grew in soft fleecy curls where her legs met.  
	ÒDo you want me to undo the straps or do you want me to just leave you like that?Ó Chip asked her matter-of-factly.
	ÒUndo-- Undo the straps,Ó Ginger replied in a small, tremulous voice.
	ÒOkay,Ó Chip grunted.  It seemed to settle the matter.  Ginger remained quiet, poised on her knees, her back straight, her cunny arched forward invitingly, as Chip undid her collar and straps.  Out of the corner of his eye he noticed his seed dripping from her cunt, mixed with her blood.  It stained the white sheet on the bed.
	ÒThere, you are undone,Ó Chip said when heÕd finished.  Ginger shook her head like a dog emerging from water.  Her hair flew about, looking so lovely even in its tousled, unkempt state, all mussed from playing and fucking.
	ÒWhere are my ribbons?Ó Ginger asked.  Kneeling still, she glanced around.  She seemed to value her hair ribbons more than her hymen.  She stretched back, a leonine cat stretching after a good fuck by her husband-tiger, and fetched up her bows from where Annette had dropped them.  She retied them into her hair.  ÒI have to go home now,Ó Ginger said.  Chip nodded.  
	Quietly, like a prisoner stealing past a guard, Ginger slipped from the bed.  She padded to the door of the bedroom.  Chip watched her bottom.  It rolled sweetly like a small childÕs beach ball, colored red from where it had been slapped, white where DaveÕs hand had not left an imprint.  At the door Ginger turned and blew Chip a kiss.  ÒBye,Ó she called.
	ÒGoodbye,Ó Chip replied.  Then, feeling a little afraid, he added, ÒDonÕt you want to take a bath first before you go home?Ó  But Ginger was gone, slipped through the door and rushing fleet-footed down the steps.  Before he could even rise from the bed he heard the front door open and close.
	Chip got up from the bed.  He felt drawn to the bedroom door and then to the steps beyond.  As he descended them, nude, his cock dripping, the front door reopened.  Ginger stole within.  She was as lovely as before, her hair pinned up again in pigtails, her body soft and lissome, a cat, a kitten, a 12-year-old sexual tigress.  All three at once, Chip mused, and the sight of her made him stiffen, though, sensing himself between his legs, he guessed he was not hard in the one place he wished to be.  For a moment his mind thought she might be leading in her father, or the police.  But it was just her, little Ginger, all by herself.
	ÒI forgot my umbrella.  ItÕs raining outside,Ó she said.  She gazed up at him standing on the stairs.  Quietly she crossed the living room and tried the basement door.  It opened.  She stepped within.
	Chip heard a scream.  He bolted down the stairs.  There was the crack of a whip and another scream and then, emerging from that horrific melange of sounds, little Ginger reappeared.  She was holding her umbrella aloft over her head.  Quietly she closed the basement door again.  There was another scream, but the closed door shrouded it, so that it sounded only like a ghoul wailing far out at sea.
	ÒBye.  I have to go home now,Ó Ginger said to Chip.  He was standing by the door and he stepped back reluctantly to let her pass.
	ÒDonÕt-- DonÕt you want me to walk you home or--?Ó he asked solicitously.  But Ginger only put a finger to her lips and smiled.
	ÒNobodyÕs home.  I can sneak in and theyÕll never know I was gone, if I hurry.  But theyÕll be home soon.Ó  She seemed distressed a moment and reached down and cupped her pussy.  She grinned.  A sheepish, surprised grin.  ÒYour stuff is dripping out of me,Ó she said.  ÒI never went this far before.  I guess IÕll-- IÕll have to hold myself.Ó
	ÒTake a bath when you get home,Ó Chip said.
	ÒSure.  O.K.  But I have to go or theyÕll get home ahead of me,Ó Ginger said.  Then she hurried for the front door.  She held her umbrella in one hand, over her head, and with her other hand she held herself between her legs, catching the drips of ChipÕs seed that dripped out of her.  Somehow she got the door open again and, in a flash of brown pigtails, she was gone.  For a moment Chip heard the rain outside and then the front door closed and he heard nothing.  
	Chip felt his cock dripping between his legs.  He looked down at his feet.  The house was quiet.  He hoped Annette had a maid to clean up after them.  He wiped away a drop of sperm from the tip of his penis.  He should go too, he guessed.  He could stay and watch Annette be whipped but he was quite thoroughly spent and he didnÕt want to be upstaged in the cock department by Dave.  
	Beckoning, perhaps, a wail arose from the basement, a female wail, but Chip decided to go upstairs instead.  He went back into the master bedroom where heÕd fucked Ginger and looked at their bed.  Yes, it was theirs now too, as well as AnnetteÕs and DaveÕs, for theyÕd shared it to deflower her.  He went to the dresser and opened it and rummaged around until he found some of DaveÕs underwear.  To his chagrin he discovered that Dave wore underwear a size bigger than he did.
	ÒFat ass,Ó Chip assured himself.  He stepped into the underpants and pulled them on.  Then he went to the closet and fished out one of DaveÕs shirts, and a pair of pants, trying to pick items Dave wouldnÕt mind losing.  He put them on, got socks for himself, went downstairs.  He felt awkward tying on DaveÕs sneakers but he didnÕt want to go down into the basement for his own clothes.  He didnÕt know why, he just didnÕt.  Perhaps he couldnÕt bear the thought of seeing Annette whipped.  She had such a glorious bottom, so white, so perfect.  He tried to dismiss it from his mind.  He got the shoes tied and went to the front door and opened it.
	The rain met him.  As he stood on the front porch, admiring his camaro, hoping the rain would stop, standing half in and half out of the open front door, he saw a police car roll by.  It startled him, but the car kept going, moving purposefully but with no sense of purpose, patrolling.  The car disappeared in the rain.  
	Dave pulled the front door shut and decided to take his chances with the rain.  He darted across the wet lawn.  He remembered that heÕd left his keys and his wallet inside but his car was unlocked, and he knew where he had a second set of keys in the car.  Let Dave and Annette keep the wallet.  He only carried money in it, and not much, for he knew heÕd be laying it aside while he partied at their house.  He opened his car door and slipped inside.  He shut it quickly.  He was wet!  He could feel the rain streaming down his face and it had wet his hair and DaveÕs shirt was matted to his chest.  
	ÒDamn, that was great,Ó Chip admitted to himself.  HeÕd partied a little before, but never like that.  He reached over to the other seat and wedged his hand down into it where the back of the seat met the seat itself and, searching within the seat crack, he fished out the extra pair of keys to his car.
	Dave started his car and wheeled it about on the slick street in the rain.  He looked once more at Dave and AnnetteÕs house, wondering if she was still being whipped.  Then he saw a light come on upstairs in the house next door.  Ginger.  He smiled once, and then he floored his Camaro and was gone.                

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