Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in LABORS OF LOVE Chapter Three She had lost her cherry. After it was over and the bodies had disentangled and happy last kisses had been exchanged, Chip found himself standing behind Ginger. She shoved her bottom out at him and told him it hurt. She asked him to ÒcheckÓ it for her. He felt angry that he had not been the one to pop her. Yet now, like a daughter consulting a father, or a little sister consulting a wise older brother, Ginger stuck her childÕs bottom out at him and asked him to make sure it was okay. Chip stood behind Ginger and put a hand on her shoulder. It was small and frail, as a 12-year-old girlÕs shoulder should be. Her back was slim and her hips were just beginning to swell, giving them a nice curve, but one that was still a distinctly underage curve. The result was that her bottom was still small and pert, with a bulging, almost uptilted roundness to the cheeks that Chip found utterly mesmerizing. ÒOw!Ó Ginger protested. His hand on her shoulder had assumed a disciplinary squeeze. He reached down behind her and pried open her bottomcheeks with his other hand. ÒDonÕt tense yourself,Ó he said gruffly. The girl wanted her bottom looked at and yet, childishly, she squeezed her cheeks together even as he tried to look between them. He hated her for letting another man do her. Yet, at the same time, he loved thinking of her as she lay so freely and selflessly on the mat, letting whomever wished to have at her bottom as she licked at ChipÕs balls. Her nibbling had been a true pleasure to him as heÕd fucked first Sally, then Beth, and finally, the females still not letting him up, Laurie. Each one had insisted on a ride on his pego and heÕd jetted into each, so that now he was a small shrivelled shadow of his former self, even as little Ginger pushed her glorious bare bottom out at him and asked him to do whatever he needed to do with it to assure her that it was fine. With deep concern for her, for he (and even she) had no idea who the man had been who fucked her, he pushed her huddling cheeks apart and bent down and peered at her still tiny hole. Sperm bubbled from within it. Yes, sheÕd been fucked, he realized, and he burned with new anger at her for letting someone besides himself have her. ÒHe may have torn some rectal tissue,Ó Chip said bitterly. Ginger tensed suddendly, quite frightened, thinking his words were a pronouncement upon her condition. But he was only angry, and speculating. He had to fight to get her cheeks apart again and he scolded her for being so tense. He knelt down. She let out little hisses as he yanked her little cheeks rippingly wide apart and stared up at her little hole. He inserted two fingers between the wriggling warm halves of her bottom and stretched her hole open a little. ÒNo, I donÕt see any blood,Ó he said finally. She whooshed out a big breathy sigh of relief. He stood up and turned her around. They were both naked, the last two in the mat room. A mixture of male and feminine odors hung in the room. The mat was as bare as when theyÕd entered, even the discarded clothing around it having been retrieved and carried away, or put back on. But the pillows looked semi-squashed instead of fresh and plump. And there were several copious stains of bodily fluid where some man, or perhaps himself in combination with a female, had left a remnant of themselves and their pleasure. Ginger offered him her 12-year-old breasts like a child might offer its tummy, thrusting them at him and standing meekly, obedient yet satisfied. He glared down at her. A smile crossed her face. He saw she was looking at his cock. It was quite thoroughly used up, though it had been huge and hard just an hour earlier. Painfully hard, yet now it was feeble, like an old manÕs cock. It looked like it might never arise again. Ginger stuck out a finger and tried to play it across his organ. He shoved her back a little, angrily. ÒWhy do menÕs Things get so small after theyÕve finished?Ó Ginger asked. ÒNever mind why. Why are you even here?Ó Chip snarled. ÒIÕm having fun,Ó Ginger answered. ÒWhy are you here?Ó She looked up at him impishly. Her hand darted out and tried to touch his penis again but he held her back. ÒIÕm 21,Ó Chip barked at her. ÒYouÕre only 12.Ó ÒWell itÕs all your fault,Ó Ginger smirked. ÒYou deflowered me in Annette and DaveÕs bed, remember? I could still get you in trouble. I could tell on you and youÕd have to go to ja-a-i-i-l.Ó Ginger drew out the last word gleefully. But no shiver ran down ChipÕs spine. He knew she was toying with him. Perhaps sheÕd been toying with him on the mat, too. But heÕd lost. HeÕd let himself be overwhelmed by the women and now heÕd forever be deprived of taking her anal cherry. Yet he admired her, somehow. He admired how theyÕd both put themselves at the mercy of others on the mat, she sticking her bottom out even while nibbling his balls, he succumbing to the wiles of Laurie and Beth and Sally. He had no idea where those females were now. Partying out in the other room, or perhaps in another ÔgropeÕ room, doing it all over again. And her lover was gone too. Quite possibly Ginger would never see him again. Yet sheÕd been bold, and brave, and not scared when most girls would have been. SheÕd let him have her, even as he kissed another woman. It had been a meeting of loins, nothing else. They hadnÕt even kissed. The Ôgroup grope.Õ Chip had experienced it in its fullness. And little Ginger too. ÒHow often have you been here?Ó Chip asked. He was still angry. It was a brooding anger, a male anger. He loved her sluttishness and yet somehow he felt heÕd been cheated. When heÕd left AnnetteÕs, and DaveÕs, and seen GingerÕs bedroom light come on, heÕd somehow thought of her as a chaste princess, high up in a tower, whom only he could visit, she remaining virginal until he returned to claim her. Yet now here she was, as healthily embroiled in sex as he was, as free with herself as he was, yet she was only 12 years old! Chip remembered himself at 12. HeÕd still been playing G.I. Joes then. He still fancied himself a Master of the Universe, destined to battle Skeletor in endless backyard wars with his neighborhood pals. Yet this little darling slut was giving herself away, and apparently had other men in the meantime, since heÕd deflowered her, only a short time ago. Ginger felt the brooding of ChipÕs anger and seemed to enjoy it. Perhaps it was only the intensity of attention that he was giving her that she enjoyed. She stood very meekly in front of him, all warm and naked. A shiver passed through her small body, as if he frightened her. Then she gave another little smile. Not to him, but to herself, looking down at his cock. He shook her. Her pigtails flew about, he shook her so violently. She gasped and looked up at him. Her bellybutton dimpled her belly and his dimpled his and they were both entirely naked, raw and naked and sexually satisfied, but he was angry as a young male sometimes is. Irrationally angry. ÒYou are very naughty for running around and club-hopping like this,Ó Chip barked at her. ÒI guess I canÕt tell your parents because then IÕd get in trouble for starting it all, so IÕm going to take charge of your moral education myself. You must be punished, thereÕs simply no other way around it.Ó Chip felt his penis stir as he spoke the words. And Ginger saw, and though she seemed a little frightened, she seemed pleased that he was hardening. And he sensed that she hadnÕt missed the reason he was becoming excited. It was at the thought of taking her small body under his Will and doing with it whatever he pleased. With no restraints, no restrictions. And he sensed she would let him. And this thought enflamed him more, though it also made him feel again that she was some ÒKids OnlyÓ slut, doing what she knew was wrong, and teasing him with it, drawing him in even as he mastered her physically. ÒWe are going to have it out, you and I,Ó he said to her. His voice was exceptionally deep and commanding. ÒIÕm going to find someplace where I can take you and discipline you. You have to be taught to be a Good Girl and youÕve strayed too far for me to just count on you behaving yourself on your own.Ó ChipÕs penis grew. It became longer and longer as he spoke, like PinnochioÕs nose. Ginger reached for him again and this time, though he shoved her back, gripping her shoulders and trying to keep her away from him, she managed to touch him. It was a light touch. She did not grab hold of him as Laurie and Beth and Sally had. Instead, her touch was light and exploratory, like a child afraid to touch a worm it finds in the dirt and yet wanting very much to handle it. She brushed her fingers playfully across his pee hole. ÒDO YOU HEAR ME?!Ó Chip bellowed. He shook her again, hard, making her pigtails fly, and she lost contact with his prick, but then regained it as soon as he stopped, for he was very long and hard now. She cupped her palm beneath his dickhead and he throbbed hotly on her small, soft hand. ÒIÕm deadly serious,Ó Chip told her. He was angry and frustrated and he was hot with himself for becoming hard at the prospect of disciplining her little, junior high body. He should be thinking only of women and yet, here he was, standing naked in a mat room, a well-used mat room, with a small pigtailed girl who belonged at home asleep in her bedroom, safe with her stuffed animals. ÒIÕm going to rent and dungeon or find a dungeon and we are going to go at it, you and I. IÕm going to teach you proper behavior and--Ó he paused. She was fondling his cockhead with her little fingers, her fingers which, just a few years ago, no doubt while he was still in the Army, doing manÕs work, had been drawing with crayons and playing with Play-Doh. He was forced to grit his teeth and strive with himself not to cum on her enquiring little fingers. ÒA dungeon, do you hear me? And IÕm going to strip you naked, and youÕre going to be taught a lesson in good behavior.Ó He saw her sigh, a big, childish sigh, sticking out her tummy, and yet as she sighed her lovely small breasts quivered and he couldnÕt help noticing, again, that theyÕd swelled since he saw her last, and become fuller and heavier. ÒA dungeon,Ó he said through gritted teeth. ÒAnd there will be a woman present, as a chaperone, so she can attest that I didnÕt do it to you for my own pleasure, but to make you behave and learn what 12-year-old girls are supposed to, and NOT supposed to do!Ó She wriggled from his grasp. As he concentrated on not spurting into her hand heÕd let his grip on her shoulders loosen. Her waif-like figure escaped him and she knelt quietly in front of him. She took his cock into her hands and then, opening her mouth very wide, she popped him between her teeth. She closed her lips softly on him, on the knob of his cockhead. She sucked. He wondered if heÕd somehow become a human lollipop. She licked at his peehole openly and freely, with no hesitation at all, no shame. She fluttered her tongue under his sensitive knobÕs underside. She grabbed his shaft like a stick-shift and yanked on it. ÒAughghghg!Ó Chip hollared. Against all his wishes, he spurted into her mouth. He had never cum so fast in his life and he knew it was somehow related to the punishment heÕd promised her. And her response. Yes, she should have torn herself from his hands and fled but instead, like Polly Klaas not crying out for help when she should have, Ginger knelt and sucked on his cock. Well, he was no killer and he had no intention of strangling her, Chip reassured himself. And then, even as he assured himself of his Justness and his Virtue, he pressed himself hard into the back of her mouth. Ginger choked on his hardness. He rammed his still-spurting, still iron-hard cock deeper into her, down her throat, making her take all of him. She yelped in protest. He pumped and pumped and filled her. Then, perhaps at the last moment, when she was about to expire upon his cock, he drew back, and she was able to take in a gulp of air. Ginger gasped. She let go of him and put a hand to her breasts and sighed deeply and took in another hungry breath. Chip spurted the last of his cum into her face. She might have twisted her head away but she was so intent on breathing again, after suffering under his hardness, that she simply kept her face pointing into his cock. He shot all over her face, wondering where all the copious new sperm was coming from. She blinked her eyes and looked up at him through a mask of white sperm. Gently Chip reached down and lifted Ginger to her feet. She was so little, her head only came up to his chest. Even as she gasped for a new breath of air she bumped her nose against his chest and, feeling the hair of her chest tickling her nose, she sneezed. And then, quite impulsively, she kissed his chest. ÒI love you,Ó Chip breathed hotly to her. ÒWhy is there so much hair on your chest?Ó Ginger replied in a high inquisitive voice. ÒYouÕve got HAIR all over you!Ó She tugged at hair growing beneath his navel. ÒBecause IÕm a man,Ó Chip answered. ÒIÕm not one of your boyfriends in junior high.Ó ÒI donÕt have any boyfriends in junior high,Ó Ginger replied snippily. Her voice still came in gasps from receiving so much of him for so long down her throat. ÒWell, good. IÕm glad to hear it. YouÕre too young to have a boyfriend,Ó Chip said. ÒNo IÕm not,Ó Ginger answered. Chip felt like they were somehow husband and wife, having a newlywedÕs fight. He turned her around and promptly smacked her bottom to remind her of her status. She was just a child, a pubescent 12-year-old child, nothing more! Ginger rubbed her bottom and for once seemed angry with him. And he knew why. It was because of what he was thinking as he slapped her fanny, that she MUST be a small child and never a woman. He leaned forward. He felt truly regretful. He kissed her cheek, tenderly. ÒIÕm sorry. YouÕre not so little,Ó he said. ÒYouÕre really not.Ó ÒI know,Ó she piped up. ÒIÕm glad you recognize it.Ó She stuck out her breasts, showing him, yes proving to him, that she was not the little baby he kept trying to make her into. Her bathtime wasnÕt at eight oÕclock anymore. They kissed. For a long time they stood there kissing, she with her back to him, showing him her breasts, thrusting them out for all they were worth. He pressed his loins to her and rubbed himself against her. He prayed he might stiffen again but his last discharge had been all he had, at least for this evening. Someone looked in the room but, seeing them occupied, left them to themselves. When finally Chip broke from her lips (or perhaps it was she, it didnÕt matter, they had kissed for a long time) he said to her: ÒI still think youÕre way too naughty for your age.Ó She smiled. A small, approving smile, as if she werenÕt about to disagree with a big man with such an agreeable penis. Even if he couldnÕt get it up for a fifth time in one night. ÒIÕm taking you home,Ó he said. ÒLetÕs go find the showers and clean up.Ó They bathed each other. Standing in a gang shower at the back of the club, he soaped her and she soaped him. Although their goal was to get clean, halfway through he found himself hard and they took a break and rinsed and lay down on a bench in the shower room and he plunged himself into her virginal cunt and fucked her hard and discharged in her, making them both messy again. Then they returned to the shower. Others had come in as they fucked, and were showering, playing and showering, and they smiled at Chip and Ginger. The two lovers, ten years apart in age but sharing most everything else, smiled back. When they were done washing each other they found their clothes in the mat room and dressed. Then Chip took her out to his trusty Camaro and drove her home. On the ride home he began to grow stiff again, amazed at his prowess. Outside her house they kissed. Her parents were out at a late-night party. She played her hand over his trousers, arousing him, but it was too late for anything more. After theyÕd kissed, she left his car and went into her house. As Chip turned to go, pivoting his car around in the street, he saw a car approaching. It turned into GingerÕs driveway. Her parents! Yet they had no idea sheÕd been with him, or even out club-hopping, and they took no notice of the Camaro that cruised by. A week later he found a dungeon for them to play in. It was in the next state, and he would have to drive her there. It was part of a bordello, and he would have to rent the dungeon, but the madam, a young woman, took a liking to him, perhaps even an intense liking, and she promised to give him a break on the price. She also let on that sheÕd be more than happy to superivse their play, for Chip knew absolutely nothing about sexual discipline and he knew (or, rather, he reminded himself, he prayed) little Ginger didnÕt know anything about it either. And then, either because the road to Hell is paved with gold, or perhaps because Pagan gods rule the Heavens after all, and Jove, being not pure himself, looks with kind eyes on illicit love, a miracle happened. GingerÕs parents told her they were going on a vacation, which was in fact a second honeymoon. She was a little too old for a sitter, so they let Annette be her de-facto sitter. Of course GingerÕs parents had no idea that it was in AnnetteÕs bed that Chip had deflowered Ginger. They were quite certain their daughter was a virgin. And they had no idea that Annette played bondage games with her husband. Hearing from Ginger in her sweet, innocent voice, how her parents were going away, Chip felt a thrill of forbidden delight course through him. He had no idea she was talking to him on a Mickey Mouse phone, for he had never been in her bedroom, but if heÕd known that he would have been even more excited. Yet he was still conflicted, and as he realized that she was open to him, and nothing could stop him from taking her and training her as he wished, he still promised himself that it would not be sexual. He would only teach her how to behave like a proper 12-year-old girl, nothing more. He would be the older brother she needed, for this was a job no parent could handle. They could never cope with the idea that their daughter was a club-hopping slut, doing Ôgroup gropesÕ in mat rooms. But Chip could handle it, just like a mature older brother could. GingerÕs problem, he assured himself, was mainly that she was an only child. Her parents would shut out any evidence of her not being the precious little innocent vessel they imagined her to be. Even telling them of her activities would do no good. (And it didnÕt help that heÕd been the one to deflower her.) No, Ginger needed guidance, and only Chip could provide it. Not the unknown man whoÕd taken her anal cherry in the mat room. Not Dave, who Chip still felt resentment toward, for the man seemed a strange mixture of rage and jealousy, and it was because of him that he didnÕt even dream of trying to train little Ginger at AnnetteÕs. Yet train her he must, and he would pay for it. All she had to do was show up. In her cutest clothes, of course, he added, thinking to himself, and he knew somehow all his promises to himself were worth about as much as Confederate money. Ginger, for her part, was enthused about the idea of putting herself in a manÕs hands and being his girlfriend and his toy and his plaything and going someplace with him where no one could interfere. She loved and admired Chip deeply, though she never quite let on to him how much she loved him, for that would somehow have spoiled it, and given him too much power in their relationship. She assured herself, as she primped in a mirror in her bedroom, waiting for him to arrive, to pick her up and take her away, that it was only a little trip, and nothing extraordinary would really happen. She told her teddy bear that sheÕd be back by evening, or tommorrow morning at the latest, and in the meantime sheÕd get to ride around in ChipÕs Camaro and see other girls, much older than she, riding around with their boyfriends in their boyfriendÕs cars. Yet she knew, also, that Chip was almost a decade older than she. He was too old to ÔjustÕ be her boyfriend. Somehow their relationship was deeper and broader than that. He saw himself as her older brother, as a father substitute, as the uncle she lacked but, perhaps, needed quite badly. And she felt a little queasy in the pit of her tummy because she knew it wasnÕt just going to be a little innocent trip in ChipÕs Camaro. They were going to do more, whether they believed it or not. Much more. And she would come back home different from the person she was today. If she came back. There was always that possiblilty. She was only 12-years-old, and she was quite well aware of all the missing girls her age on the milk cartons. But Chip was no stranger. HeÕd been in the Army, and been honorably discharged. Ginger looked in the mirror. Her teddy bear sat on her bed, staring at her. She wanted to put on more lipstick but Chip had told her he didnÕt like it when she ÔoverdidÕ her makeup, which she didnÕt think of as overdoing it but which he assured her was overdoing it. She decided she might have already put too much on and she took a tissue from her Care Bears tissue box and wiped some off. There. She turned and looked at her teddy bear. ÒI want to look grown up but he doesnÕt like it when I look grown up,Ó she told her teddy bear. Then she tugged at her skirt. It was impossibly short. It was actually a skirt sheÕd outgrown but she liked wearing it becase it had a nice leathery feel to it. ÒIÕll bet he doesnÕt mind the skirt,Ó she said, smiling at her bear. The bear stared back with blank approval. She reached beneath her skirt and lifted her panties carefully out of her bottomcrack. They were white panties and she wasnÕt particularly fond of white panties anymore. Especially these, which kept cinching up in her bottomcrack and wedging into the lips of her pussy. But Annette had told her to wear them. SheÕd talked with her in her bedroom for a little while, GingerÕs bear on her lap, and sheÕd given her some female advice. About Pills which Ginger now had in a small vial in her purse. And about condoms, which men should wear, particularly if Ginger had never met them before. And in talking sheÕd gone through GingerÕs underwear drawer and picked out some panties for Ginger to wear, and watched her try them on. And sheÕd decided that the silky soft pair that Ginger hadnÕt worn much, because sheÕd lost it underneath her Fairy Godmother Halloween mask, which she inexplicably kept in her underwear drawer, was the best pair to wear. But it was a pair sheÕd gotten from her aunt a year ago and it was too small. Annette assured her, though, that it was her very best pair, better even than the black underwear sheÕd gotten recently at a club, for it was white and pure and Chip, Annette told her, liked her in white, pure panties, even if heÕd never admit it to himself. And he liked her in a very short skirt, one that let him see her white panties by Ôaccident,Õ when a breeze blew or Ginger walked with an especially inviting wiggle. Ginger walked back and forth in front of her mirror. She practised walking by crossing her legs as she walked, which made her bottom move more freely. She checked her skirt again. It was awfully short and she had to tug it down a little to get it to cover her bottom. Then she bent and kissed her teddy bear goodbye. As she bent she knew she was offering a perfect view of her white panties, and she felt them slip up again into her bottomcrack, showing her assflesh. Ginger stood erect and fixed her panties again. They were quite a nuisance. She wondered if she should change into a different pair but she decided not to. She respected AnnetteÕs opinion. She wished Annette were coming with them. Then, suddenly, she heard ChipÕs horn sound. She grabbed her purse and darted downstairs. Her parents had left on their trip an hour ago, their second honeymoon. Little did they know their daughter was going on her first honeymoon. And it was without even the necessity of a marriage. Ginger felt a thrill tingle all the way down her spine as she rushed through the front door of her house and slammed it shut and made for ChipÕs car. The state line was not too far away and although it violated the Mann Act for Chip to drive Ginger across the state line, he did so speculating on the essential Virtue of his act, for he knew nothing of the Mann Act but did still kid himself into thinking that he was going to somehow benefit Ginger, in a Pure and Holy way, by taking her to a bordello and teaching her how to behave in the depths of a rented dungeon. For her part, Ginger was on her second lollipop. It was a big swirled Lemon/Cherry lollipop and, looking across at her, at the way her lipstick smeared a little as she licked away at her lollipop, Chip wondered if the Lemon part would prevail, or the Cherry part, for he was 21 and she was only 12 and, given their ages, anything could happen. He was legal and she was quite illegal. Even a rest stop might prove a problem, although he could of course swear he was her father. Then he considered, looking again at her, and decided that, if challenged, heÕd better swear he was her older brother. He looked too young to be her father, even if he had spent four long years in the Army. ÒI see a license plate from Florida!Ó Ginger cried. She pointed at the car ahead of them. ÒI always wanted to go to Florida. Could we go to Florida?Ó ÒItÕs about 3,000 miles away,Ó Chip replied. ÒI donÕt have enough money to take us to Florida.Ó Ginger settled back into her seat and resumed licking her lollipop. ÒOh well, itÕs a nice license plate,Ó she said. ÒI like the palm trees on it.Ó ÒYeah, I like them too,Ó Chip answered. ÒIÕll bet I can see license plates from all 50 states before you can!Ó Ginger gushed. ÒHmmm, probably,Ó Chip answered. He wondered if he should turn around and take her back home. Here he was, a graduate of the United States Army, driving around with a girl who still played license plate games. And then he remembered that she also went club-hopping, and a new anger burned within him, remembering how sheÕd let herself lose her cherry to a man she didnÕt even know and whoÕd never even asked her name and kissed her. And he gripped the wheel of his Camaro with a new determination and assured himself that he, only he, could correct this girl, and she very much needed correction. The bordello was nestled amist a forest of cacti. Chip navigated between them, his Camaro hitting an inconspicuous dirt road as he closed in on the house of ill repute. It was out in the middle of nowhere, yet it apparently did a thriving business. He saw pickups parked outside it and old beat up cars, looking like their owners had paid their last dime on gasoline just to get here, and he wondered how they could possibly pay for the delights inside. And he also saw a limosine, and a Jaguar, and then he wondered if the old beat up cars belonged to the girls who worked in the joint, and the nice cars to the men who came and paid for their bodies. He shivered. Well, he was just here to use the dungeon. HeÕd brought his own girl. She might be a little sticky from eating two lollipops, but at least she wasnÕt some rent-a-whore. Not yet, anyway. Not if he disciplined her properly and taught her Right from Wrong. He looked over at her. His eyes were drawn down to her short skirt. It had hiked up her legs as she squirmed around in her seat on their long ride and she hadnÕt noticed. Her panties showed between her thighs, wedged slightly into her crotch. ÒFix yourself,Ó he told her gruffly. She looked down at herself, gave him a rueful stare, and pulled her panties out of her crotch and yanked her skirt down over her sex. ÒTry to act grown up so I donÕt get in trouble with you,Ó he added. ÒDonÕt pull any more lollipops out of your purse and start eating them, okay?Ó ÒOkay,Ó she smiled. ÒAre we going to have sex here?Ó ÒWeÕre...Ó his voice trailed off. He looked at the bordello. It looked like an oversized trailer. It had bare white walls. Paint was peeling off them. It had an aluminum roof. Someone had painted the roof pink to try to give the bordello the look of a hacienda, but it hadnÕt worked. A shutter banged in the wind. Gaudy red curtains, drawn across the windows, kept prying eyes from seeing inside. ÒIÕm going to teach you a few things, thatÕs all,Ó Chip answered. ÒWell I have to go to the bathroom first, so ask where it is for me, okay?Ó Ginger said. ÒOkay,Ó Chip replied. He got out of the car and, because she was only 12 years old, Ginger got out too, not waiting for him to come round a help her out, as a woman would have. She slammed the car door shut. ÒMake sure itÕs locked,Ó Chip told her. She did. She liked his car. To her it wasnÕt an old, out of date Camaro, that needed a better paint job. To her it was cool because she got to ride around in it, eating as many lollipops as she pleased, with Chip driving her. She walked up to him and he took her hand and squeezed it tightly, as much to reassure himself as to reassure her. He wasnÕt too experienced with bordellos. He hoped that the beautiful mistress whoÕd met him last week was still here, still in charge, still unquestioning about his 12 year old girlfriend and willing to give him a break on the rental price of the dungeon. HeÕd told her Ginger would be young. She hadnÕt even batted an eye, simply smiled. He hoped she understood just how young he meant. Inside the bordello was dimly lit. It had a musty smell to it, as of old furniture that should have been replaced long ago, but was instead reupholstered and then reupholstered again. He looked at the satin covered furniture inside the bordello. It looked cheesy, not luscious, as it was supposed to. He thought he detected a stain or two on the seat covers where someone might have discharged, or spilled something. And then, sweeping out from within the depths of the tacky bordello, came the most gorgeous creature. She was tall and slender and had a delightfully prominent bosom. She wore a long flowing nightgown, all frilled and sheer and opaque in just a few places, as if sheÕd just arisen from bed. But it was 3 oÕclock in the afternoon, and Chip knew she hadnÕt just awakened, though she might nonetheless just now have gotten up from a bed. ÒHi, are you Chip? Yes! I remember you,Ó the young woman said. She had long brown hair that looked almost the same color as GingerÕs. She walked up to the girl and bent and kissed her on the forehead. ÒYouÕre Ginger?Ó she asked. Ginger nodded. ÒWell IÕm glad ChipÕs brought you. He says youÕve been rather naughty, is that true?Ó She looked down at Ginger with beaming eyes. Ginger tugged quickly on ChipÕs hand. ÒShe, uh, will be naughtier still if I donÕt find a bathroom for her,Ó Chip said. ÒOf course. ItÕs a long ride, I know. Come, we might as well go downstairs, since thatÕs where weÕre headed anyway. ItÕs SO tacky up here, donÕt you think? I just bought the place, IÕm trying to have it remodelled. I want to be the Madam to the Stars, now that HeidiÕs in prison. But IÕm going to have to renovate this place if IÕm ever to achieve that status. At least here theyÕll be able to fuck legally.Ó ÒYeah,Ó Chip grunted. Not him, though. Ginger was still ÔhotÕ even in this state, where bordellos were allowed. He squeezed GingerÕs hand. He noticed she was walking a bit awkwardly. She had to go. She was still young enough that she wiggled when she had to go, if she had to go badly enough, not learning yet how to contain the need discreetly, without others knowing. Yet, an adult female might wiggle, if she had to go really badly, Chip mused. He delighted in thinking about female urination as the mistress of the place opened a door and led them down into her cellar. There was a bathroom downstairs. Ginger excused herself and went into the bathroom and shut the door and locked it. It was a small bathroom and Chip heard her begin to pee a moment later. He longed to watch her, but he could not, and instead he placed a friendly hand on the mistressÕ bottom. It was bare beneath her nightgown. She let him palm her fanny, letting him roam freely over her butt, feel the cheeks, the crack between the cheeks. She brushed back her long golden-brown hair and waited with him while Ginger peed. ÒNice cellar, donÕt you think?Ó she asked. They were standing in what must have been a newly refurbished part of the cellar, for it had a wood-panelled den, with a pool table and a shelf full of library books, and an old desk, with a sturdy chair sitting in front of it. A plush rug covered the floor. Pillows were piled in a corner of the den. A wet bar offered drinks. ÒYeah, itÕs pretty cool,Ó Chip answered. He wanted to delve his hand between her legs but Ginger opened the bathroom door. ÒIÕm finished,Ó she announced. Chip heard the flushed toilet refilling behind her. ÒI guess I have to go too,Ó Chip said. ÒWell hurry,Ó Kimber replied. That was her name, and she tossed her lovely hair back, not minding at all that heÕd felt up her bottom. Her large breasts moved freely inside her nightgown, all round and plump and inviting. Chip stepped into the bathroom but he did not close the door. He pissed out his pee. The girls stood wathing. He relished their watching and he guessed they took an equal pleasure in seeing him. Then he flushed the toilet. He put his increasingly hard and difficult cock back inside his pants and turned back toward them, facing them as he zipped himself up. ÒAlright, now weÕre ready, hmmm?Ó Kimber asked. ÒSure,Ó Chip answered. ÒCan I have another lollipop?Ó Ginger asked. She toyed with the flap of her purse. ÒNo, youÕve got to get completely undressed now, sweetie,Ó Kimber told her. She bent down over the girl. Kimber was almost as tall as Chip. He watched how her bosoms hung down as she bent, and he hungered for them and wondered if he might taste them before their stay was complete. Kimber tossed back her hair from her face as she bent over Ginger and looked at Chip. ÒYou too, sir. Take everything off, okay? Come, thereÕs a menÕs dressing room right around the corner here, and Ginger and I will use the femaleÕs. ItÕs silly to segregate ourselves, but the previous mistress who sold me the place swears by it. So we will, okay?Ó She pointed to a door. It had a sign on it with a shotgun imprinted on it. ÒThatÕs the guyÕs room, Chip.Ó Then she nodded toward a door with a sign that had a target painted on it. In the bullseye was the image of a cherry. ÒAnd thatÕs the galÕs room, Ginger. LetÕs go in and get naked, okay?Ó ÒOkay,Ó Ginger said in a small, quiet voice. The two of them disappeared inside. Kimber blew Chip a kiss as they disappeared behind the door. Ginger looked small as she guided the girl into the ÔdressingÕ room. Chip slipped into the menÕs dressing room. Battered metal lockers lined the walls. An old worn bench was bolted into the floor. There was no shower, no toilet. Just old beat-up lockers that lacked locks. Chip unzipped his jeans and regretted a little wearing his newest pair. He hoped no guys his size decided to use the room while he was training Ginger in the dungeon. He unbuttoned his shirt and whipped it off. He didnÕt know whether he should go barefoot or not so he left his shoes and socks on. His cock stuck out in front of him like the Washington monument. Chip let himself out of the dressing room. He followed a short hall that led away from the den. He guessed the dungeon must be in this direction. Rounding a corner, he saw he was right. A large stone room opened before him. Its floor was cold and hard and bare and Chip was glad heÕd kept his shoes on. He walked into the room, all the time conscious of his naked ass and his cock bouncing along in front of him. The room was not as well equipped as AnnetteÕs and DaveÕs dungeon and it looked much older. In a sense, it looked much more serious, for everything was worn and there were lash marks on the whipping post, cutting deep in the wood, where Chip guessed many a female must have been bound over the years. And perhaps not a few men. The chains and manacles and shackles which hung down from the walls and from the ancient, battered furniture were rusted in places. Chip contemplated it all with a deep consciousness of his nakedness and of the fact that Kimber would be present, and he wondered if she might not take a hand in the games and decide he needed a little training as well as Ginger. He felt his mind rebel at the thought, but his body did not, and his eyes gazed lovingly at a wall full of straps and implements of correction and he almost wanted her to do something to him, to feel her dominate him even though he had paid for the room to teach and dominate Ginger. ÒWell, here we are,Ó a silky soft voice announced. Chip turned quickly. His penis turned with him and both girls, coming into the dungeon, looked at once at his member. He looked at them in turn, gazing at both females, who were utterly and completely nude, at their bosoms, rising and falling with their breath, and at their nests, GingerÕs soft and fleecy and KimberÕs full-thatched. For a long moment they simply stared at each other. Then Kimber, remembering her role as mistress, tossed back her long lovely hair from her face and moved with Ginger to where Chip stood and took his penis in her hand. She did not take it inquisitively, as Ginger might have. Instead she took it with a womanÕs expectation in her eyes. She sized him up, having never done so before, for theyÕd talked a week ago in their clothes. She twisted his big knob in her small fingers and then ran them down his shaft, as if giving him an inspection. He passed with flying colors, he could see in her glowing eyes, for he was quite large. Ginger stood meekly beside Kimber, the womanÕs hand resting lightly on GingerÕs shoulder. ÒI see youÕre fit for duty,Ó Kimber smiled. ÒAlways,Ó Chip replied gallantly. ÒGinger, IÕm going to dress you in some straps so you can be buckled down, okay?Ó Kimber said to the girl, turning her attention from Chip and his randy erection. She caressed the girlÕs shoulders. Ginger still wore her hair in pigtails and Chip wished Kimber would undo them for her. ÒHer hair,Ó he said. ÒUndo her pigtails.Ó ÒUndo my hair but buckle my arms and legs into straps?Ó Ginger protested. She was led by Kimber over to a pile of leather straps, straps that might have matched her miniskirt if she still wore it. ÒUndo her hair,Ó Chip said again. Kimber turned, her lovely long hair brushing across her body as she moved her head to look back at him. ÒSheÕll look older. I thought you wanted her too look as young as possbile. DonÕt you?Ó ÒNo. IÕm not into little girls. I just... have to train her,Ó Chip said. ÒOh,Ó Kimber said softly. She untied GingerÕs pigtails as the girl stared down at a pile of straps. ÒSpecial responsibility, hmmm?Ó Kimber asked. ÒYeah, sort of,Ó Chip replied. ÒSheÕs an only child. She doesnÕt have any brothers or anything.Ó ÒI donÕt want to wear straps,Ó Ginger said. Kimber freed her hair and spread it over her shoulders. It glimmered in the lights of the dungeon. The lights consisted of lamps on the walls that were made to look like oil lamps. In fact, though, they were electric. They cast a strong glow that illuminated the nakedness of their bodies. ÒStand still,Ó Kimber told Ginger. ÒBehave like a woman if you want me to treat you like one.Ó Chip marvelled at the sight of the two females. Here he was, buck naked in a dungeon, in a bordello devoted to serving the male. His cock was sticking out like a desperate flag-less flagpole and he had these two females at his complete disposal. Ginger for sure and, if he was lucky, Kimber too. Kimber had an hourglass figure that could have easily gotten her into Penthouse, perhaps even gotten her named Pet of the Year. Yet she was, for the next few hours at least, if he played his cards right with her, his Pet. His alone, to love and do with as he pleased. And Ginger, poor child, was most certainly his. He was responsible for her and he was determined to teach her something, although exactly what that was receeded now in his mind as he felt his cock throb so stiffly and erectly between his legs. He watched little GingerÕs bare bottom shiver as Kimber bent and fitted the girl into straps. Ginger wore just her tennis shoes, big bright red and pink shoes, to protect her feet from the cold floor. Yet posts and stocks and trestles lay waiting in this room for her, and only a few straps were needed to make her ready to be quickly bound into them, and forced to offer up her naked body and her naked ass. She stood quietly, Kimber kneeling, buckling first one strap to her and then another. Kimber looked elegant in a pair of high heels. They had stiff 4 inch spikes to them, enough to give her glorious bottom an extra lift while still being reasonable enough in height to let her play mistress to both Ginger and Chip. She brushed her hair back, taking her time with Ginger. She picked a collar for the girl from the pile and buckled it around GingerÕs neck. It had a D ring in front and in back, so she might be easily locked into place on whatever item of furniture Chip chose for her. He cast his eyes about the room. He would have to choose soon. There were so many choices! His cock hardened to the point of causing him pain and he felt a desperate need to just masturbate himself, to just rub himself silly and shoot all over the floor. And even as his mind considered this, Kimber rubbed herself a little between her legs, still binding Ginger into the straps, and then she rubbed GingerÕs pussy, making the girl leap and smiling at her and rubbing her some more. ÒOhhh, donÕt do that,Ó Ginger protested. ÒI want you wet,Ó Kimber told her, and she kissed the girlÕs belly. ÒThere. ThatÕs the last of the straps. Turn around and show Chip what a good job IÕve done.Ó Blushing, for she looked (and no doubt felt) ridiculous all naked, but outfitted in straps, the girl turned around and showed herself. She wore a small dogÕs collar around her neck. Her wrists were bound tightly with straps, each fitted with D rings. Straps circled her ankles and there were straps just above each of her knees. A big strap circled and hugged her waist. Belt-like it crossed below her belly button and above her well-displayed pubis. Ginger pushed out her hips at Chip, as if seeking his approval. Then, as if to issue a challenge to him to tame her, if he could, she placed both her hands on her hips. Tentatively she stuck out her tongue, wetting her upper lip, perhaps intending to tease him, but feeling a little too scared to actually give him the raspberries. Chip gazed at the tan line where GingerÕs bikini should have covered her pubis. Instead there was just naked flesh, the white where she wore her bikini contrasting sexily with the brown of her legs and her waist and her limbs. Above, where her bikini top usually protected her, her breasts thrust themselves out, offering teats for him to treasure and suckle. ÒWhat-- what should I do with her?Ó Chip asked Kimber. He felt bewildered. His cock was so hard he just wanted to lay the girl down on the floor and fuck her. Yet he sensed something more was expected. After all, heÕd paid for the dungeon for the specific purpose of punishing her, of training her. Now she was all outfitted for him, yet he felt perplexed, and he could think of nothing but his desperate need to cum. CouldnÕt she just stand there, in all her 12-year-old beauty? Her forbidden beauty, and let him masturbate over her? No, he was not 13. He was not some child looking at Playboy. And she was a child, not a woman. It was not appropriate for a grown man to masturbate over a little girl. Something was expected of him, Chip realized. Never mind the outside world. Something was expected of him here, in the dungeon. He was not as free as heÕd imagined. Kimber tossed her hair, her lovely mane of hair, looking like a young mare waiting for the new steed on the stud farm to fuck her. And Ginger, young as she was, stood waiting with her hands on her hips, ready to fight with half her strength, even bound and fitted for him, yet waiting for him to take the lead and capture her and restrain her and force her to his will. ÒWell, letÕs grease you up first, to save time later,Ó Kimber offered helpfully. She walked gracefully over to Chip and drew him to a wall. On a shelf there lubricants and tubes of vaseline brooded. She beckoned Ginger. The two girls opened some new tubes and jars of lubricant. Ginger picked up a squeeze bottle of baby oil and, at KimberÕs urging, squirted its contents all over ChipÕs prick. Now he was truly challenged. He was dying to cum yet he MUST wait while they lubed him up. He watched, shivering, trembling. The girlsÕ soft hands dipped into the jars of vaseline and came to him and coated him thoroughly. He stood against the wall, wishing to God he could just shoot his spunk against the wall and be done with it all. The girls giggled. Kimber talked of other men sheÕd played with and told Ginger that Chip was the biggest of all of them. Ginger listened wide-eyed, believing completely. Chip shuddered. Their touch was delightful. Too delightful, and he had to beg them to stop for a moment while he regained control of himself. A shudder passed through him and down his long prick. He prayed. The moment passed. He felt stronger and let them touch him again. When Chip was quite well oiled and the girls had even squirted a little oil between their legs, Kimber picked up a bottle of baby powder. Playfully she sprinkled a little of it on ChipÕs bare ass. ÒYour ass is so hairy, especially in the crack!Ó Kimber laughed at Chip. ÒI know! HeÕs got hair all over him,Ó Ginger said. ÒHis arms, his legs, his chest, almost everywhere... except his dick.Ó ÒWell, thatÕs a man for you,Ó Kimber smiled. Ginger smiled back. ÒIÕm glad I donÕt have any hair on me,Ó Ginger said. ÒExcept between my legs, of course.Ó She picked up the squeeze bottle of oil and shot another long squirt up between her legs. ÒDo you think IÕm lubed enough?Ó she asked Kimber frankly. ÒIf you get any more lubed people will think youÕre dripping pee all over my floor,Ó Kimber told her. ÒOkay,Ó Ginger replied. She replaced the squeeze bottle on the shelf. It was a high shelf. She had to stand on tip-toes in her sneakers to reach up and put the bottle away. Then she slapped her hands on her thighs to degrease them. ÒThereÕs a box of Handi-Wipes on the shelf,Ó Kimber told the girl. Ginger reached up, explored with her fingers, and found the box. She took it down and yanked out several wipes. She wiped her fingers and then wiped the grease off her thighs. She tossed the napkins on the floor. Kimber wiped her hands. ÒPick those up and throw them in the waste basket over there,Ó she said to Ginger. ÒDonÕt litter my dungeon.Ó ÒSorry,Ó Ginger said sheepishly. She picked up the discarded napkins and walked to the wastebasket and tossed them in. Chip watched the movement of her high childÕs bottom. It was white and inviting and her little cheeks rolled deliciously. He longed to snap a whip across them and see them flex and tense and rebound. And then he would plunge himself into her and fuck her, fuck her hard, fuck her right up her little ass that sheÕd so inconsiderately given away to another man. Ginger turned around and walked back to Kimber and Chip. Her high pointy breasts jostled freely on her chest, rounder than theyÕd been even a week earlier, and fuller. They were growing fast. Perhaps they were growing just for him. He felt a tenderness toward them, toward her. She was His! And yet he must punish her a little, at least. Yes, he must. He reached out for her arm and grabbed it. She uttered a little yelp. ÒDidnÕt you learn about ecology in school?Ó he asked. ÒNo-- yes!Ó Ginger replied. He took her brusquely in hand and walked her quickly across the dungeon to a table. It was a bare, flat wooden table, about the height of a dining table, perhaps a little higher, so a man could ease himself into whatever he bound atop it. The edge and the legs of the table were scarred. Whips had struck there, perhaps after inflicting a stroke of pain on their target, perhaps missing the target and hitting the table instead. GingerÕs knees weakened. Chip had to catch her under her arms to keep her standing upright. Implanted in the table were iron rings. Silently they waited, waited for the D rings sewn into GingerÕs straps to be hooked into them. Kimber knelt and drew a small step-stair out from under the table. Like the table, it was made of wood. It had scars on it where a whip had fallen, many times, leaving its mark. ÒGet up, dear,Ó Kimber said to Ginger. Chip released the girl from his grasp. To his heartbeating surprise, the small trembling child obeyed. With soft tip-toes she stepped up onto the lowest step, then the next, then the highest. She looked round her frail tanned shoulder at Chip, her hair sweeping freely across her back. She smiled. A small, frightened smile. Then she arched her bottom out at him and climbed up onto the table. She crawled into place amidst the rings and settled her chin down on a small pillow that waited at the end of the table. Kimber ran a soft hand up the girlÕs back and bent and locked her collar to a ring in the table, securing her head. Then she streched GingerÕs arms down past her waist, angling them out a little away from her body, and locked her wrists to the table. Finally, turning to Chip and telling him to get a bolster from the floor, where it lay under a wall full of whips, she opened the girlÕs legs wide. Ginger waited tensely. His cock bobbing stiffly, Chip went and fetched the bolster. He brought it to the table. Kimber placed a hand under GingerÕs tummy and urged her to lift up her waist, her bottom. At a nod from Kimber Chip slipped the bolster beneath the girlÕs belly. Then, quickly, Kimber latched each of the girlÕs widespread ankles into a ring on the table. The sight that greeted ChipÕs eyes was breathtaking. Here, lying on the table before him, was a girl half his age. Her neck was secured immovably, her wrists, her ankles. Even her knees were locked into place, as a last guarantee that she was utterly at his disposal. A cushion pushed her bare bottom up at him. Her legs were completely open, showing him her cunt, despite the fact that she was bound down to the table for punishment and might just as easily be whipped in her snatch as on the cheeks of her ass. Chip felt again a desperate desire to jack himself off. His cock was greased and ready. A quick handshake would be all that was needed. But he was not alone in his barracks anymore, in the Army, sitting and reading Penthouse. There were two very real girls waiting for him, Kimber looking at him expectantly, Ginger bound down, sighing softly, waiting for the first whipping in her short life. He must perform. He couldnÕt simply pleasure himself and put his pants back on and leave. He must satisfy. Ginger waited with trembling limbs, unable to move them, but still shaking nonetheless in her bonds. Her skin prickled with fear. Her tender bottomcheeks squirmed impatiently. ÒChoose your implement, Chip,Ó Kimber said. She gazed from him to the wall. Chip turned his head. EVERYTHING was there! Broad and gentle tawses, slim whips, cutting canes. Big paddles, made of wood, with holes drilled through them to make them pass through the air to their target more quickly. And a hood, if he wished it, to hide his emotion, though he would not be permitted in any case to hide his penis from them. Chip swallowed. Ginger squirmed on the table and begged to be let up. She was growing rebellious. He strode to the wall. Cruelly he reached for a martinet and then, reconsidering, hearing a gasping childlike hiccup from Ginger, he selected a sturdy belt instead. It was made of thick leather and he knew it would hurt if he passed it quickly across her bottom, or fall more softly if he preferred, depending on his mood. He walked back to the table. His cock was enflamed, his balls broiled between his legs. He shivered with lust. Kimber looked at him cooly. ÒGet a sponge and a pail of water and wet down her bottom. I want it to hurt more,Ó Chip commanded. He remembered something heÕd read in Penthouse, decided to bark it out to ensure that he was in charge and not her. ÒIf you insist, sir,Ó Kimber replied. She gave him a small smile. She went to the wall where a pail sat, under a faucet. As Ginger lay complaining and whining over the bolster, quite certain now that she wanted up, wanted no part of this, Kimber filled the bucket. Chip saw that the faucet stood out from the wall by itself and hoped the water was cold. He wanted cold water. He wanted Ginger to feel cold water splashing over her bottom and reacting to it with him watching her wiggly seat as she did so. Kimber returned. The bucket was heavy for her and she carried it with both hands. A little water from the bucket sloshed out onto her leg and she froze. ÒOh! ThatÕs chilly!Ó She said. Then she smiled at Chip. ÒYouÕre wicked, sir,Ó she told him. ÒI hope so,Ó Chip answered. Kimber had placed a sponge in the bucket and it sailed about on the surface of the water as she lugged it over to the table. She lifted the bucket and set it down with a thump. ÒNo! Please! DonÕt get my bottom all wet!Ó Ginger begged. She tried to turn her head to address Kimber but the collar held her tightly bound to the table. Her bottomcheeks trembled, retracted. ÒOh!Ó Ginger declared as Kimber, unmoved, wet the sponge and place it against GingerÕs seat. ÒOh, woh! ItÕs cold!Ó Ginger complained. ÒYour bottom will be warm enough in a minute,Ó Kimber replied. Lovingly she bathed the tight skin of GingerÕs ass. GingerÕs cheeks huddled, her legs tried to kick, but it was no use. Kimber spread her small little cheeks and squeezed water into her crack. ÒOh, please stop! I feel so wet and COLD!Ó Ginger protested. She shook her head. Her hair shimmered on her back. It was short and fell from her shoulders, splitting across her neck, leaving her worse off than before, for now her entire back, right up to her neck, was bare. Bound to the table, she had no chance of brushing it back up behind her. She was as nude as the day she was born, save for her sneakers and straps. Chip struck the floor with his belt and prepared to begin. ÒWhy did you give your cherry away to that man in the mat room?Ó Chip asked Ginger angrily. ÒOh, I didnÕt! He TOOK it from me!Ó Ginger pleaded. ÒI donÕt believe you,Ó Chip answered. And to prove it, he struck her bottom with his strap. Ginger wailed. Her bottom arched higher, the belt striking the soft underside of her cheeks, lifting her momentarily. Then, retracting as Ginger howled out her pain, her little cheeks shut tight and tried to remain forever closed. But, relaxing involuntarily, they rebounded outward a moment later. They quivered. Ginger began to sob. Chip rubbed his cock. He couldnÕt help it. She was too beautiful, too prostrate, too much a creature of his barracks dreams late at night when he remembered past girlfriends heÕd had when heÕd been a little boy. Somehow he fought back the need to cum. Still massaging his big prick, he let Ginger have another crack of the belt. ÒOooooeeeeee!Ó Ginger yowled. HeÕd given her a hard one, right across the width of her cheeks. A bright pink line, pinker than the line that now marked the underside of her bottom, appeared across her white flesh. Her tanned limbs tugged in her bonds, trying to thrash and break free. Her head, her chin nestled in the pillow, showing her face to whomever cared to look in a nearby mirror and see, pivoted about. It was all useless. She could do nothing. She was wedded to the table more completely than a turkey on Thanksgiving day. She pleaded through a shower of tears to be let up, to be let go, to be taken home. Chip struck her on her bottom again. ÒYeeeeoooooeeee!Ó Ginger cried. Her seat had three lines now, three bright pink-red lines that marked her and showed where Chip had made himself felt by her. She wiggled her tushy and tried to squeeze it shut but her girlish seat sprang open again, soft and untrained. He gave her another. She cried more deeply, a long, throaty cry that seemed to come from down inside her belly. Her cunt offered itself wetly to him, all moist, ready with the oil sheÕd squirted so carelessly into it. Then everything had still been tentative and she could challenge him, dare him to respond. SheÕd only been spanked once, by Dave, and he was not Dave, and perhaps she thought him weaker than Dave, but now he was proving to her that he was the greater threat. THWAAACK! He brought the belt down hard on her ass. She shrieked. Her bottom, round and pumpkin-like, wobbled redly. He felt as if he might be carving her up, and indeed he was, for the belt left long pink-red marks that would not go away for at least a day, perhaps longer. She would sit tenderly, remembering him. ÒWhy did you give your cherry to him and not me?Ó Chip thundered. He felt truly angry, that sheÕd betrayed him somehow, though theyÕd never even been boyfriend and girlfriend, and were ten years apart in age. ÒOooooo, I --Ó Ginger wailed, but she never got to finish, for Chip gave her another stroke, harder still. Then, as he saw a red line appear, he worried he might have welted her, and he ran forward and suddenly dropped his belt and kissed her, right on her bottom. ÒOh! Oh! Oh!Ó Ginger cried and coughed and spilled out new tears on her pillow. Chip clapped her hips between his big hands and licked and kissed her small soft bottom. He delved his tongue between her cheeks. He felt the hole sheÕd denied him, giving it away to another man. He fucked her in her ass with his tongue. She screamed. She shed new tears, she broke into hiccups, coughed, begged him to stop. Bending over the table, he felt his cock press hard against the wood. Wood against wood. He guessed her nipples were stiff against the table and he hoped he didnÕt hurt her new, growing breasts by fastening her face down to the table and beating her with the belt. Suddenly Chip heard a loud crack. A bright pain made itself felt in his bottom. He looked up from GingerÕs brightly-hued, wiggling seat. He felt his own ass gyrate with pain as he looked back behind himself and saw Kimber armed with his strap. She tossed her brown mane back from her face. She swung the big heavy belt. It arched out. It thudded smartly against ChipÕs ass, giving him another crack even as he watched her. He shouted in pain. His buns burned. So recently sheÕd sprinkled with soft baby powder, yet now she was whipping them! ÒWhat are you doing?Ó Chip bellowed. ÒWhatÕs good for the goose is good for the gander,Ó Kimber replied. She smirked at him. ÒHurts, doesnÕt it? HavenÕt you ever done this before?Ó ÒNo! IÕve been in the Ar-r-r-m-y!!!Ó Chip hollered. His voice broke into a yowl of pain as the belt connected again. Still holding GingerÕs hips, he sensed her bottom wiggling sympathetically beneath his face as the belt struck. He bent down and kissed her poor scorched nether cheeks anew, neverminding the belt, loving her, driving his big tongue into her small tight fanny and fucking the cherry there that heÕd almost had. He stabbed his tongue into her like a man might ram in his dick, perhaps for revenge, perhaps to prove to her that even his tongue was better than the penis of the man sheÕd given herself away to. Suddenly, tearing at her hands, her neck, he freed her from the iron rings on the table. He yanked her kicking legs out of the iron rings and she awarded him with a kick in his groin for the favor. Then, roughly, he drew her back. He wanted to feel concern for her naked teats dragging across the scuffed table, but he couldnÕt. He was too desperate. He offered his cock between her legs. She did not resist. She could not, for he was spreading her legs wide with his hands, gripping her thighs, as if she were indeed a turkey, and he was in charge of the stuffing. The belt stuck his bottom again. His balls swung tightly beneath him. His buns burned. Kimber showed him no mercy. ÒHow dare you fuck a little 12-year-old girl?!Ó Kimber shouted at him from behind. Her voice was high, feminine, but the belt was hard and she used it without compromise. ÒNo! No! I--Ó Chip groaned. But of course he did. He rammed himself right into GingerÕs cunt, her wet drippy cunt that sheÕd squirted with oil, making herself all slippery for him. She screamed. He ignored her. He vowed heÕd fuck her bottom just as soon as heÕd driven a few times into her cunt. But as the clenching tightness of her near virginal walls closed over him, he knew all was gained and simultaneously lost. His sperm welled up within him. He fought hard, barely held it back. He jammed himself hard into GingerÕs small velvety little cunt. She was so new, so fresh and impossibly tight. She squeezed upon him. He felt like he was in the softest, yet the tightest of vises. He gained a deep purchase within her. Then, drawing back, he began to ream her. In and out he moved, her satin clenching walls sucking at him with each stroke. He fucked her like a dog might, standing behind her, wagging its tail and bucking its hips. Yet he had no tail, only a bare hairy ass that Kimber lashed unmercifully with the belt. His belt, that heÕd chosen, yet now found used upon him more wickedly than heÕd ever used it on Ginger. He groaned. He spurted deep into his 12-year-old love. She hollared at the unexpected bath. It was not bath time yet, but she was receiving one, right up inside the confines of her cunt. Chip flooding of his cum in her, filling her, his seed roiling into her womb. He prayed sheÕd taken a Pill. SheÕd been given some by Annette, but had she actually taken one? Or had she been two busy eating her two lollipops? ÒUnnnnnh!Ó Chip squirted himself into her and wondered how heÕd ever explain himself to her parents if he brought her home pregnant. She was only 12, her breasts were newly budding, her hips were still small. ÒWell, she looked like a woman to me,Ó heÕd stammer. ÒLots of women today wear pigtails!Ó Yes, and they had small breasts too, but hers were growing so fast she might well be big-chested by the time they returned. Suddenly he whipped her onto her back. He didnÕt even remove himself from her. She was young and pliant and he simply wrenched her legs this way and that and got her around so that she lay on her back. Then, greedily, ingoring the lashing of the belt on his bottom, he bent and sucked at her breasts even as he fucked her anew. ÒOh, woh! Oh, pleassssse!Ó Ginger hissed. But he sucked hard on her teats, drawing them up, yanking on them with his lips and his mouth. Yes, they were sweet, and lovely and pink and small and yet delicious. He tried to suck her entire breast into his mouth, first one, then another, managed it almost, but she was getting big, so lovely and big, every day her breasts swelled more, and they had a heaviness now to them that they hadnÕt yet had two weeks ago when heÕd fucked her in AnnetteÕs bed. ÒAh! Ah! Ah!Ó Ginger cried. He let go of her breasts and set about the grim duty of fucking her a second time. Incredibly, he was still hard. He rammed himself into her, standing over her, Kimber dropping the belt in admiration of his vigor, perhaps a little frightened as she watched. For he was soldier-like now. He was no longer a desperate boy but a grown man, doing his duty. With GingerÕs small hips wedged between his hands, he rammed his loins repeatedly into hers. He stabbed, she received. They were both well oiled. They worked together like a machine. She gasped and tossed her head from side to side and her small arms beat aimlessly, her little legs kicked, but she was utterly helpless and he sensed she loved her helplessness, and perhaps wished it could last forever. For long minutes the tableux continued. He pummeled her. She recieved him. Her sucking depths drew hard on him with each stroke. Kimber, impressed, got down behind him and began kissing his bottom. She squeezed his balls. Perhaps she feared he would overdo it, fucking little Ginger, for he showed no sign of cuming. Kimber twisted his testicles. She bent between his hairy legs and nibbled and licked at them. ÒNo, donÕt!Ó Chip begged. But she would not stop. She squeezed his sac encouragingly. ÒCum. DonÕt injure her, dear. SheÕs only 12,Ó Kimber murmured. Chip cried out. The combined effects of the two of them was too much for him. With a lusty shout he shot off. His seed thundered into Ginger and she moaned and cried out and beat her arms, and bucked her hips against his. He felt her small feet bang into his buttocks and press hard against him. ÒYes! Yes! Yes!Ó Ginger cried. ChipÕs cries joined hers and he spermed he for what seemed like an eternity. When at last he was spent, he picked her up from the table. He held her by her small scorched cheeks. She fell limply against him. For a moment he feared she was dead. But then her head stirred and she planted a small childÕs kiss on his cheek, next to his mouth. ÒI love you,Ó he breathed in her ear. ÒI hate you,Ó she replied in a gurgly voice. ÒThereÕs a bed upstairs. Would you like to sleep?Ó Kimber asked Chip. ÒI guess so. How much does it cost?Ó Chip asked. ÒNothing if you fuck me with that fine dick when you get hard again,Ó Kimber answered. ÒThatÕs a deal,Ó Chip said. He carried his little charge from the dungeon. Kimber gathered up their clothes from both dressing rooms. Men were coming down the stairs to play pool in the den as he mounted them, carrying Ginger. They stared, said nothing. ÒHe had to teach his little sister a few things,Ó Kimber explained. She was naked as a jaybird and they stared at her even more avidly. ÒOh,Ó a man said. He was carrying a pool stick. He nudged Kimber between her legs. ÒNot now, guys. Later,Ó she said. ÒIÕll send some girls down to play pool with you.Ó ÒOkay,Ó they answered. Upstairs, in a small bedroom that had perhaps once been a childÕs room, Chip collapsed on a narrow bed with his love. She sighed. He kissed her. She nuzzled his nose with hers. ÒHereÕs some salve for both your bottoms when youÕre ready for it,Ó Kimber said to them. ÒIÕve got chores to do, sorry. Let me know before you go, Chip, and IÕll write the whole thing off for you,Ó she winked. ÒOkay,Ó Chip breathed. He felt utterly spent. He pressed himself against GingerÕs small body and, both of them naked, they fell asleep atop the white sheets of the bed. Ginger ate two more lollipops on the drive home. ÒI hope you remembered to take a Pill,Ó Chip said to her. He was sitting at a slight angle in the driverÕs seat. Ginger sat on a pillow. ÒWhy did you have to fuck her before we left?Ó Ginger asked. ÒShe asked me to. It meant I didnÕt have to pay her.Ó ÒSo? DonÕt you have any money?Ó Ginger asked accusingly. ÒI do, but, you know, I need it for other things,Ó he answered. ÒNot for me?Ó Ginger asked. ÒSure, I can spend some on you. God knows, youÕre zooming right through those lollipops.Ó ÒOh, yeah. Well, theyÕre pretty good,Ó she said, gazing at the big orange one she was licking. ÒCould you get me some Gummi Bears before you take me home?Ó ÒUh, sure,Ó Chip replied. ÒOh, thereÕs a license plate from Montana,Ó he said. ÒYeah, letÕs count them up together and see how many we get,Ó she offered. ÒCool.Ó He said. 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