Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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LUSTÕS LAIR

Chapter Two

	Poor Jill, already the smallest and youngest, was now made to stand in a corner all by herself.  The barn was large and brooding.  Its rafters were high, remote.  A smell of hay hung on the air, as if they were all just animals, no better than the horses, and quite possibly worse.
	Angela and Beth made no attempt to clean Jill.  They walked over to where she stood, bereft of Rob, her knees unsteady and quivering from being so harshly fucked.  A puddle of her pee lay on the rubber-matted floor around and between her feet.  She stood in it in her high heels.  They were open toed but the soles were just thick enough to keep her toes from being wet by her pee.  But her pee had splashed the insides of her thighs as she wet herself.  And RobÕs sperm bubbled from her slit, running in globuled rivulets down the insides of her legs.    
	Angela and Beth took hold of Jill by her shoulders.  Jill had very narrow shoulders, small and quite frail looking.  The womenÕs touch on her shoulders made her shiver and her bosoms, still stiff-nippled with desire and excitement, trembled on her chest.  Her breasts were in fact the only part of her that was large.  All the rest of her body was small and petite, or perhaps not quite full-grown yet, but her breasts were big and balloon-like, gourd heavy, and they had been an embarrassment to her from the day sheÕd begun growing them in the fifth grade.  She watched them bounce with her steps as she was pushed forward by Angela and Beth.  
	ÒWeÕll have to do something about those big wiggly boobs of yours,Ó Angela purred maliciously.  The dark-haired woman watched JillÕs teats with cunning jealousy.  She and Beth shoved Jill hard as they walked.  Jill stumbled in her heels and almost fell, which caused her tits to jostle exceedingly.  
	Beth still held the penis whip.
	ÒIÕm going to discipline those boobs of yours,Ó Beth said sweetly to Jill.  As they continued to push her across the barn, past all the awful farm machinery with the sparkling blades and the sex devices, the two types of equipment looking remarkably similar in many respects, and quite confusing to Jill, Beth struck her tits.  The little whip that had flogged JillÕs lover, castigating his balls, now slashed across her breasts.
	ÒOh!  DonÕt!Ó Jill cried.  Tears welled up in her eyes almost instantly as the penis whip landed across her bouncy teats.  Beth and Angela laughed.  Red streaks appeared across the white flesh of JillÕs precious bosoms, the breasts she was so embarrassed about and yet so proud of.  The elbow restraint theyÕd fitted her into, the gear belt with its cuffs, held her arms straight down by her sides.  It even bent her back a little, so that she was forced to display her breasts proudly even as Beth sliced into them with the whip.
	ÒYNNNNNNGH!Ó Jill shouted as a stroke landed right across one of her uprisen nipples.  The blow caused her to shake her bosoms lustily.  She felt like a cat plunged into water, trying to shake it off.  She gazed down at the bare dainty tip as soon as sheÕd finished screaming.  She was scared theyÕd whipped it off somehow.  It burned exceedingly from the blow.
	They pushed her again.  She would have fallen this time but Angela, reaching forward at the last minute and cursing her, caught her by her hair.  As soon as sheÕd regained her balance Beth struck her again with the whip.  She aimed for JillÕs other exposed teat, the very tip, and Jill screamed as the whip connected.  
	Both JillÕs perfect nipples now burned from the wicked little lash and she threw her head back, shaking her bosoms as hard as she could, and cried out a sobbing, woeful moan.  Angela palmed her bottom as she cried aloft to the rafters and she knew it would be next.  
	They pushed her forward again.  Stumbling, Jill bounced off the edge of a big piece of farm machinery.  
	ÒOwwww!Ó she cried as her hip was bruised by it.
	ÒOh, poor dear!  Now look what youÕve done!Ó Beth scolded Angela.  She dropped at once to her knees and placed her fingers upon the bruise and rubbed it gently.  Angela, though less concerned for JillÕs welfare, ceased shoving and pushing her.  Beth kissed the bruise on JillÕs hip.  Her lipstick left a mark upon it.  She rose and kissed JillÕs cheek.
	ÒCome, dear, you are too fragile,Ó Angela said to Jill.  She pushed her forward again, more gently.  As Jill was urged forward she managed to turn and glance back at her boyfriend.  He was being untied by Rob, but despite her screams he seemed utterly unaware of her plight.  Instead, as Rob leaned over him to undo him, he joked with the man.  He seemed mesmerized by RobÕs pants and Rob seemed equally interested in DaveÕs ordeal upon the horse.  They both sported lengthening penises.  They looked excited by the closeness of their bodies and their genitals.  RobÕs cock brushed DaveÕs and the two of them shared a mutual shudder.  Carefully Rob altered his stance so as not to bump his genitals against DaveÕs again.  Yet the work was intimate and he was forced to lean over the other man and breathe down upon him.  Constantly he had to remember where his penis was, and it was so big, like a sausage, that it seemed to have an independent mind of its own.  Dave shifted his hips on the cushion as best he could to keep his own stiffening cock out of the way of RobÕs.  As Jill watched through tear-stained eyes their cocks, despite their best intentions, banged together again.  The men laughed lamely but then shared a glance that seemed full of potential.  It was not a potential that included her.
	ÒHurry dear.  You are too pokey,Ó Angela said, not wanting to shove Jill again, for fear of hurting her, but nonetheless giving her an insistent forward push.  JillÕs eyes were torn away from her boyfriend and she was forced to look ahead of herself once more to keep from stumbling.  Beth brought the whip down again on her bosoms.  She might be solicitious of unplanned bruises and bumps but she had no intention of letting JillÕs sexual parts be spared.  Jill howled as the crop bit into her fleshy cones.
	ÒOhhhh!  It hurts!Ó Jill pleaded.
	ÒSuch sexy little boobs,Ó Beth replied, and hit her again, harder, watching wide-eyed as the tiny crop smacked Jill hard.  It left red streaks across her bouncy white flesh.  They looked like tracks made in the snow by a bleeding animal.
	As the women shoved Jill forward, delighting in her wiggles as she suffered under their blows, their own bare asses rolled salaciously.  They were both hungry for love.  AngelaÕs slit leather dress flipped jauntily against her bare bottom.  Between its open halves her crack could be seen.  It was warm and inviting.  Below the lowermost cheeks of her bottom, seen through her slit dress, was a small tuft of pubic hair, lining her wet lips.  Across from Jill, BethÕs every step contained a waggle of desperation.  SheÕd spent all afternoon riding with Rob, her steed galloping powerfully beneath her.  TheyÕd necked in the woods and sheÕd seen him fuck Jill and she herself had whipped DaveÕs cock until heÕd spurted onto her tummy.  Now her need was intense and she could barely contain her emotions as she flicked the penis whip down upon JillÕs poor teats.  She realized she was hitting the girlÕs breasts harder than she wished, causing her excessive pain, but she couldnÕt help herself.  With a glance at Angela she slipped a hand between her legs.  She rubbed her pussy, hoping to give it a little relief.  It only enflamed her more.  Her fingers were just that, her own, and slender and delicate, when what she wanted was a big meaty penis.
	ÒOWOOOOOO!Ó Poor Jill howled as the crop caught one of her nipples again.  She shrieked but nobody paid attention.  Only the horse looked over, the horse next to the corner which she was now shoved into.  Rudely her breasts, with their sensitive nipples, bumped against the rough-hewn wood.  She glanced down at her breasts with deep anxiety.  Had she caught splinters in her nipples?  She howled again, throwing her head back.  The horse whinnied sympathetically.  
	ÒStrap her in,Ó Angela commanded Beth.  The two of them bent and grabbed JillÕs bare legs.  They pulled her knees apart, roughly, not minding her pleas.  The wall formed a vee, as this was a corner, and they latched her knees into rings set apart from each other on the two joined walls of the barn.  The effect was to force Jill to squat, not in a deep bend but in a partial, standing squat, with her knees drawn far apart and latched to the barn walls.  She looked as if she was squatting to pee, a camper in the forest intent on relieving herself in the bushes.  Beside her the elbow restraint kept her arms firmly beside her hips.  She couldnÕt bring her hands round in front of her or reach back to defend her bottom.
	ÒDid you know that when you are hanged the first thing that happens is that you defecate and release your bladder?Ó Angela asked Jill conversationally.  The remark made Jill so frightened she couldnÕt even scream.  Breathless, she watched as Angela brought a collar to her neck and buckled it.  It was a big chevron collar and it lifted up JillÕs chin so that she couldnÕt look down at her bosoms.  She could barely move her head at all.  Next Angela put a bar between the front of JillÕs collar and the corner where the two walls of the barn met.  It was a short bar, no more than a foot long, and Jill snapped it into place so that it stuck straight out from the corner and held Jill fixed in place.
	Jill gasped at her posture.  She was half standing, half squatting.  Her elbows were fixed to her waist.  Her throat was bound in a collar that kept her chin up.  Her neck was bound to the wall by a short metal bar.  
	Jill wept mournfully.  Her titties stung from the whip.  Her legs were slathered with RobÕs semen and her own pee stained the insides of her thighs.  Behind her, she felt her bottom all bare and exposed in the cool air of the barn.  She squeezed her ass cheeks and knew they would be the next to suffer.  It was indeed rough sex, and she wished dearly she were back at home with her mom and going to school like she was supposed to, instead of dating older men.
	Now the moment of truth had come.  All her motherÕs warnings had been borne out, she realized, and she should never have talked to strangers or let nice men give her rides home from school.  Oprah Winfrey had been right.  Big older men like Dave needed more than just a kiss and a pet.  Jill shivered and howled again for her lover but he was nowhere to be seen.  Least of all when one was faced into a corner.
	ÒWeÕre going to gag you for your first whipping,Ó Beth told Jill quietly.  Without waiting for JillÕs response, even for some little hint of permission, Beth placed a gag over JillÕs mouth.  It was a soft canvas gag but she wedged it into JillÕs mouth so that it pushed her tongue way back and filled her mouth.  When Beth had tied the gag behind JillÕs head she placed a finger under JillÕs nose to make sure she could still breathe.  ÒThere.  That should keep you quiet,Ó Beth grinned.
	JillÕs cunny felt open and awake.  She had just finished receiving Rob but already she could feel the emptiness between her legs, the utter vulnerability of her slit, and she wished her lover would rescue her and feed his length into her womb.  Instead she heard Angela drawing a slithering strap across her palm.
	ÒIÕm going to hit you as hard as I can,Ó Angela said to Jill.  ÒItÕs a broad strap.  It isnÕt thin, that would be too cruel for a novice like yourself.  But since itÕs broad I do need to give it a hearty swing so it really makes contact and leaves something behind for you to contemplate.  Beth, sheÕll sting more if sheÕs wet.  Wash down her bottom.  DonÕt worry about cleaning her thighs.  We can do that later.  Just get some water, over there, the fresh water the servant left for the horse to drink, and wet her behind down for me.Ó
	ÒOkay,Ó Beth said.  Walking loosely, with a sensuous gait borne of her rising desires, Beth flounced over to the horseÕs bucket.  The horse had just put his big head down to drink from it.  Cautiously she urged his head up and stole the bucket out from under him.  She spied a sponge lying in the hay, used to wash him, and she picked it up.
	As Jill wiggled her bottom, trying to escape, Beth knelt down behind her with the bucket and sponge.  She wet the sponge and then laved it across the jutting spheres of JillÕs bottom.  Jill tried to protest but the gag blocked all sound.  Only a few desperate puffs of breath could be heard exhaling in protest from her pug nose.  Beth kissed JillÕs bottom when she had wet it.  Then, rising, her own heavy breasts swinging beneath her as she lifted up the bucket, she stepped back.
	Angela sized up the target before her.  It was female, the bottom round and alluring and much too wiggly, in her opinion, for a girl who was already 17 and on the brink of womanhood.  JillÕs back was straight, curved back a little by her elbow restraints.  Her hair hung down her back and whisked from side to side as she twisted her head and her hips and tried to escape her bonds.
	ÒPut up her hair.  She has a lovely back,Ó Angela told Beth.  The woman, who was blonde like Jill but older, stepped forward again and did up JillÕs hair.  She plucked from her own loosely pinned-up hair several hairpins.  She put them into JillÕs hair to keep it aloft.  When she stepped back, JillÕs slim straight back offered itself.  Every rib could be seen on the slim girlÕs back, and beneath her back orbed her bottom, white and unmarked.  Her legs, bare as the rest of her, quivered beneath her.
	ÒShe has only ever been spanked.  By her boyfriendÕs hand,Ó Angela said to Beth.
	ÒHow delicious,Ó Beth smiled.  
	There was loose hay on the floor in this part of the barn.  Angela let her belt dip in it and stir it.  The floor was dirt.  The rubber-matted portion ended some feet behind them.  Angela lifted the belt tip out of the dirt.  She drew her arm back in a broad looping stroke and then let it fly forward.
	SLAP!  The belt made contact with JillÕs bare seat.  JillÕs neck strained in her collar and her bottom retracted under the blow, then arched out again in a rebound.  A silent scream could be seen trying to break from her.  JillÕs ribs rose gasping and then fell again.  Where the belt had struck her a broad red mark cut across her bottom.
	Angela let Jill savor the sting.  There was no hurry.  They could play all night if they wished, and all day.  They could unfasten JillÕs gag and feed her in place if they wished, never letting her go.  She could eat and pee just as she was.  The strap would keep her exercised.  She could sleep in her bonds, standing up.
	Angela glanced at Beth.  Guiltily the woman had put a finger to her slit and begun massaging herself.  Angela smiled.  She might have punished Beth for that, but instead she put a finger to her own cleft and began to pleasure herself.  Together they watched JillÕs ass as Angela drew back her belt and struck Jill again.
	
	Meanwhile, Rob had managed to free Dave from the horse.  With idle concern he watched as Dave got up, swinging his legs down off the horse, his penis stiff and his balls jostling beneath him.  
	ÒHowÕs it feel to be off that insidious bar?Ó Rob asked Dave.  HeÕd ridden the horse once, earlier in the month.  Angela had used it to break him in before a night spent serving both herself and Beth.
	ÒItÕs tough,Ó Dave admitted.  He reached down between his legs and gingerly rubbed his balls.  ÒIÕll survive, though.Ó
	ÒYouÕd better.  Angela has big plans for your gonads, I can assure you.Ó
	ÒIÕm sure she does,Ó Dave replied.  ÒHowÕs your dick feel after being jammed up inside my little whoreÕs twat?Ó
	ÒShe is some package of T&A,Ó Rob grinned.  ÒWhere did you find her?Ó
	ÒAt a high school, where else?Ó 
	ÒSo, you just drove up and stole her, or what?Ó  Rob felt his penis stiffening even as he spoke of the girl.
	ÒI asked her if she wanted to see the world.  ...And my cock, of course.Ó 
	ÒYeah.  Well, now sheÕs seen mine too,Ó Rob answered.
	ÒSheÕll probably see a lot before sheÕs through.  I love her to death but sheÕs so, you know, whiney.  You know how young girls are.  She always needs to be pleased.  Everything is Ôoh so and so,Õ Ôthis and that.Õ  And sheÕs not quite sure.  Except, of course, when she is.  Then sheÕs quite demanding.  I always have to buy her stuff and sheÕs always delighted, of course, for five minutes, and then she wants more.Ó
	ÒSo what do you buy her, toys and lollipops?Ó Rob asked.
	ÒNo,Ó Dave answered.  He was trying to have an intelligent conversation about the pitfalls of young girls but the other man only made jokes.
	ÒWell, theyÕre keeping her quiet, over there in the corner,Ó Rob said.  
	Both men felt like they were in a locker room.  They were mostly naked, Rob wearing an incongrous leather cape and pants, plus boots, Dave naked, having taken his shoes off to get his feet into the ÔhorseÕsÕ stirrups.
	ÒYou want a beer?  You look like you could use a beer,Ó Rob offered.
	ÒOkay, yeah, that would be great,Ó Dave replied.  Rob let him walk ahead of him, toward the back of the barn.  It was a small, accidental thing, but Dave felt strangely naked and possessed walking through the farm equipment ahead of Rob.  He was aware of the nudity of his ass and he could feel it grinding absently behind him as he walked.  He felt exposed, yet heÕd been bare with other men before, and he certainly wasnÕt gay.  Yet with Rob behind him, wearing those unusual pants that framed and proffered his penis, Dave felt inferior.  It wasnÕt a threatening feeling, just a feeling of being in the presence of a more dominant male, a man dressed in black with a black cape.  Rob was beefy and Dave guessed Rob might be able to best him in a struggle.  But he didnÕt want to struggle against Rob, somehow.  He reached back and brushed his hands against his bare ass and told himself heÕd done it to avoid some equipment he had to pass between, to keep his arms from banging against it, but when Rob, who was bigger, passed between the equipment after him Rob didnÕt need to pull back his arms to fit through.
	The men reached the dressing room area.  There was a soft upholstered chair, only one, and there was a bale of hay.  Rob motioned for Dave to have the chair.  Dave considered a moment, wishing to show his refusal by taking the bale of hay instead, but then decided Rob had the pants and he didnÕt, and the hay looked prickly, so he sat down on the chair.  Of course after he sat down on the chair he remembered, looking at Rob from behind, that Rob had no seat in his pants.
	Rob popped open two beers and brought them over to where Dave was sitting.  
	ÒDid your girlfriend ever pour cold beer on your dick?Ó Rob asked Dave.
	ÒHuh?  No,Ó Dave replied, but as he looked up Rob doused his big meaty penis with beer.
	ÒYeeow!  ThatÕs cold,Ó Dave shouted.  Then, with Rob laughing, standing over him, he was forced to laugh himself.  He felt nervous and unsure and watched as Rob gave him another shot of beer, pouring it over his stiff cock and letting it run down below to bathe and drip off his balls.
	ÒThat should soothe you a little after your horse ride,Ó Rob said.  Quite casually he added, ÒHave you ever been buggered?Ó
	ÒHuh?  No,Ó Dave answered.  Rob passed him the beer that heÕd used to wet his penis with.  Dave accepted it and drank somewhat self-consciously from it.
	ÒAngela says before I leave here IÕve got to fuck someone up the ass,Ó Rob said.  ÒI mean, itÕs not like, you know...Ó his voice trailed off.  ÒI just noticed that if I had to fuck an ass, it might be yours IÕd prefer.Ó
	ÒWell, thanks,Ó Dave said sardonically.  He finished off his beer.
	ÒWant another?Ó Rob asked.  
	ÒNot if it winds up on my dick.Ó
	ÒTell me it didnÕt feel good to have some good old fashioned Heiniken poured over your balls after sitting on top of that horse.Ó
	ÒOkay, it felt good, but I still didnÕt like it,Ó Dave replied.
	ÒSo, you have a drippy dick now, is that it?Ó
	ÒNo,Ó Dave answered.
	Rob got them both more beer and even opened DaveÕs can for him but he didnÕt pour any more beer on his upstanding penis.  He sat down on the matted floor and the two men gazed absently at each otherÕs penises.
	ÒI think yours is thicker than mine,Ó Dave said.
	ÒWell yours is longer, I think,Ó Rob replied.  He was sitting in such a way that he was given an unrestriced view up within DaveÕs open legs.  Dave didnÕt bother to close his legs.  To do so might have seemed feminine.
	
	Jill, meanwhile, was suffering her torment without the benefit of her lover, or any man, observing it.  She could only twist her head a little to see out of the corner of her eyes, but it became obvious, from only the female sounds she heard behind her, that she was utterly alone with only two women to help her.  And one of them kept hitting her with a belt.
	Oh, where was her lover? Jill asked herself.  The belt slammed into her bottom again and she leapt as best she could, but the knee restraints kept her wide open and securely fixed to the floor.  She tossed back her head but could hear nothing issuing from her throat.  She screamed but the air was silent.
	The belt hurt!  Each swathing stroke of it across her sent spasms of pain deep into her soft tender heiney.  She felt like she had a sun-ripened peach for a bottom that had spent too much time out in the blazing orchard.  Above her back quavered, fearing a similar treatment, while her thighs, bent underneath her, could just as easily fall victim.  Yet the belt remained on her fanny, which spared the rest of her but made her butt hurt all the worse.  
	As if the belt on her bottom were not enough, JillÕs tits still stung remorsefully from the misapplied penis whip.  Her nipples burned, yet they remained resolutely stiff, as if inviting kisses and suckling.  Her breasts were crisscrossed with hot red marks.  Her tummy heaved below, in and out, first a concave hollow and then a bulging little mound.  Jill worried that she was pregnant with RobÕs seed.  And between her legs, still sore from being fucked, she wished to have another; her lover, this time, or even one of those rough men sheÕd passed on her way to the barn.  Perhaps they would come in and feed her and take care of her, like they did for the horses.  She would ask them to ride her.
	ÒOh!  DonÕt be cruel to her,Ó Beth begged.  A particularly wicked stroke sliced into JillÕs bottom and made her head fling back and her ass gyrate ridiculously.  Even as she spoke, though, Beth rubbed her own slit all the harder, watching.  Angela palmed her cunny and considered the damage.  Jill was quite red in back.  She would be sore for at least a day, if not more.  She longed to torture her all night but she didnÕt want to frighten the girl into leaving.  A determined girl and her lover might slip away, whatever AngelaÕs precautions.
	ÒAlright,Ó Angela sighed.  She gave Jill one final smack, especially hard, to leave the girl with something to remember her by.  With frustration she massaged her cunt as she watched Jill dance with renewed energy.  How she would love to harness that girlÕs liveliness and put it to work quenching her ardor!  She motioned to Beth to free Jill.  Beth rushed up to Jill and kissed the girl repeatedly on her face and then untied her gag.

	ÒWhat if you tear my rectal tissue?Ó Dave asked.  
	ÒDonÕt worry, I wonÕt,Ó Rob replied.  He prodded DaveÕs bottom with his cockhead.  ÒSpread yourself for me,Ó he ordered.  Dave, wincing a little at the contact, threw his face and shoulders onto the floor and reached back and spread his ass with both hands.  The two men were kneeling on the black-matted floor, Rob behind Dave, Rob upright on his knees and Dave well-bent to allow the other man entry into his butt.
	Jill shrieked at the sight.  Together with Beth and Angela, holding her poor swollen bottom as she walked, sheÕd threaded her way back to the dressing room in search of the men.  She herself was an anal virgin, and pledged sheÕd never allow anyone to pop her cherry.  Yet here was her boyfriend, about to lose his own anal virginity!
	ÒOw!Ó Dave groaned.  
	ÒQuiet.  ItÕs obviously going to hurt a little,Ó Rob said.  He thrust his cock, gleaming with vaseline, into DaveÕs butt.  Dave rocked forward and Rob had to catch his hips and pull him back onto his erection.
	ÒMan, I donÕt like this!Ó
	ÒIt has to be done.  You have to be buggered and I have to bugger someone,Ó Rob said.
	ÒWell let me do the buggering then!Ó Dave answered.  Then he gave a deep moan as RobÕs cock wedged more fully into him, the head splitting his anal ring wide and sliding up inside DaveÕs hole.
	ÒYouÕve got to be both buggerer and buggeree, so donÕt complain,Ó Rob said.  ÒIÕm doing this as gently as I can.Ó
	ÒNo yo0Õre not!Ó Dave howled.  Rob shoved himself hard and DaveÕs eyes popped wide as he felt himself impaled on his friendÕs cock.
	ÒOh, stop them!  Please!!!Ó Jill cried.  
	ÒYes, my dear, and youÕll lose your anal cherry too,Ó Angela smiled at Jill.  
	ÒOh, I canÕt!  I mustnÕt!Ó Jill pleaded.  But Beth slipped round behind her and, with JillÕs eyes fixed on her boyfriend, she began to pry her fingers into JillÕs bottom.
	Jill no longer wore the elbow restraints, just the gear belt.  It was useful to catch hold of her when she tried to squirm away, as she did now.  Beth hooked a finger into the back of the girlÕs belt.  She pulled Jill rudely back and then began enquiring again between her cheeks with her free hand.  Although Jill cried for her to stop, she did not interfere.  She kept her hands firmly planted over her bottomcheeks, as if protecting them, yet she left Beth to work her way between the cheeks, where the true treasure lay.  In front of Jill Angela held her by her collar and kissed her face.  AngelaÕs fingers slipped between JillÕs legs and toyed inside her sex.
	JillÕs gasps increased.  She puffed with pleasure as she was invaded everywhere, AngelaÕs tongue in her mouth, her fingerÕs in her snatch, and Beth, behind her, exploring in her virgin bottom.  Meanwhile, the cries of her lover assailed her ears as he was fucked by Rob.
	ÒWhere shall we put her?Ó Beth asked.  SheÕd managed to get a finger up inside Jill and she could feel the girl, though tightening herself, was ready.
	ÒThe floor will have to do,Ó Angela said.  She drew Jill down by her hair and pushed the girl onto the floor.  ÒHold her while I get a cock,Ó she said.
	Though the two men both sported penises beside them, they were engaged, and so Angela got herself a strap-on dildo from the wall to fuck Jill with.  Beth held the girl down with a knee in her back.  Jill kept her hands protectively over her bottom, lying face down on the floor, but she did not cover the most essential part, the furrow between.  Nonetheless her cheeks squeezed tightly to make her buttcrack as small and inconspicuous as possible.
	Angela fitted herself with a strap on dildo and Beth had to rise up to help her.  Yet Jill did not move.  She remained on the floor, whimpering a little.  She watched her lover, beside her, as he himself received a cock in his ass.  Then, firmly ensconsed in a cock-halter, Angela knelt down behind Jill and bade the girl rise and offer her bottom.  
	Awkwardly, trying to protect her nether cheeks with her hands and yet also obeying, Jill got to her knees.  Beth fetched a small cushion and put it under JillÕs face.  Jill wept remorsefully into the cushion as she felt Angela lift her hands off her tushy.  
	ÒOh!  We forgot the vaseline!Ó Beth said.  She rose up and dashed to a shelf along the wall and returned with a big jar.  She knelt down beside Angela.  As Jill waited, patiently, balling her fists beside the childish cheeks of her face, Beth lubed up AngelaÕs fake phallus.
	ÒNow, little one, youÕre going to get quite a treat up your ass,Ó Angela laughed when the cock was finally ready.  Beside her Rob reamed DaveÕs ass.  The man had exceptional stamina and both Angela and Beth cast a wistful glance at him, wishing heÕd saved himself for them.
	ÒItÕs best they learn all aspects of loving,Ó Angela said to Beth.
	ÒYes.  It will help them love us better,Ó Beth replied.  
	BethÕs hands parted JillÕs twin nether cheeks.  Jill could feel a cool brisk passing of air wash over her where ususally she was comfortably closed.
	ÒThere.  There it is,Ó Beth said, and managed to poke a finger right against JillÕs anus while still holding her wide apart.
	ÒI can see it.  ItÕs not so small I canÕt see it,Ó Angela laughed.
	ÒWell she is quite small and tight,Ó Beth warned.  ÒI could just get my finger in her.Ó
	ÒIÕll manage, I think,Ó Angela said.
	Jill hooted loudly as Angela prodded within her cheeks.  The touch of the vaselined cockhead was cold and slimy.  Angela gave a little shove with her hips and tested the resistance of JillÕs anal ring.
	ÒGod, she is tight,Ó Angela remarked.
	ÒA virgin,Ó Beth grinned, adding a little grunt as she held JillÕs cheeks open and Angela gave another shove with her hips.
	ÒOh God no please!!!Ó Jill cried, but it was quite futile, as one stab led to another and then, her anal ring giving a little, a deeper penetration ensued.  Beside her Rob continued to shaft within Dave, the two of them rocking in unison.  Helpfully Rob, feeling his own cum about to burst forth, reached around and gripped hold of Dave to jack him to an ejaculation of his own.
	ÒIn, dammit!Ó Angela grunted.  She shoved her hips forward to a pleading refusing cry from Jill.  The dildo began to make headway in the girlÕs ass.  
	ÒItÕs going too far up!Ó Jill shouted.  Beth laughed.  She kept JillÕs cheeks wide apart.  The girlÕs hind cheeks flexed in her hands, trying to escape.  
	ÒYouÕre making my fingers tired,Ó Beth said to Jill.  She wished the girl would be less exciteable.  Jill rotated her round cheeks and huffed and puffed and shouted again that sheÕd taken more than she could of the dildo.
	ÒYou can take more than two inches, dear,Ó Angela said dryly.  She gave another push with her hips and smiled.  Her pokings were driving deeper and deeper now.  ÒKeep her wide open,Ó she warned Beth.
	ÒMy hands are getting tired!Ó Beth complained.
	ÒIn and out now, dearest,Ó Angela warned Jill.  Having gone up as far as she dared in such a young, inexperienced girl, she now began to draw back.  Jill uttered a giant sigh of relief.  Then, nearly losing the head of the phallus, but keeping it still just within her, Angela rocked forward again.  
	It was a deep long fuck and Jill howled in protest as she felt the lubed shaft rise up inside her.  Beside her, more mature and cooperative, but just as stuffed, her boyfriend felt a hot flood of jism enter his bowels.  He shouted as Rob began jacking his cock, forcing an emission from his own penis even as his bowels received one.  
	The men huffed and puffed in their pleasure, oblivious to poor Jill.  Angela began to shaft her with regular, even strokes, each a little more desperate than the last, for Angela could hardly stand to have the cock-harness on.  As men groaned out their pleasure she was unable to even touch herself.  The harness passed between her legs, acting as a kind of chastity belt.  Beth, beside her, had to keep both hands on JillÕs bottom to keep her receptive.  BethÕs hips gyrated madly, desperate at the sound of the orgasming men, but receiving nothing between her own legs save the cool nighttime air. 
	ÒOoooweeee!  Take it out!Ó Jill begged.
	ÒOh, for GodÕs sake shut up!Ó Angela cried.  She lunged at JillÕs bottom, splitting it anew with her indriving dildo.  How she wished she were in JillÕs place!  Instead she was forced to be the male, while two men beside her played games with themselves.  Beth shared her madness.  The blonde tossed back her head and pinched JillÕs hot bottom.  She rocked her bare hips back and forth, wishing for pleasure, watching as AngelaÕs hips rocked to bugger Jill.
	ÒPlay with yourself, silly!Ó Beth said to Jill.  How stupid of the girl to keep her fists balled by her face.  At BethÕs insistence, Jill reached back underneath herself and tentatively touched her pussy.  Finding she liked it, she began to masturbate herself even as she continued to beg for Angela to quit buggering her ass.
	ÒOooh!  Oooch!  Ooooh!Ó Jill cried in explosive little gasps.  Beth pinched her bottom and spread her rubbery cheeks as wide as she could.  Angela rammed her with the dildo, like a man, but with female grace and female wickedness.  She pinched JillÕs thighs and rammed the girl hard to make up for her own deprivation.
	At last, her lover spent and lying beside her with Rob still inside him, his dick slowly shrinking, Jill came.  She burst explosively over her fingers and shuddered on the long shaft that buggered her ass.  She felt like a spitted pig.  She needed only an apple between her teeth to make her complete.  When her cries of pleasure finally subsided Angela withdrew.  The woman ripped off the cock harness, Beth helpfully kneeling between her legs to help her.  Then the two of them tumbled into each otherÕs arms on the floor.  For a few desperate moments they kissed.  Then Angela rolled Beth beneath her and turned around so they could engage in a 69.  With Jill watching, spent on the floor, and Dave and Rob relaxing, Rob only now withdrawing himself from DaveÕs butt, Angela and Beth licked each otherÕs muffs to a shattering climax.
	Jill expected the party to be over then.  Rob and Dave seemed eager to see it called to a close, both of them having cum twice.  Angela and Beth had found satisfaction, albeit belatedly, and with each other, but nonetheless attaining their climaxes.  Jill herself had cum over her own fingers, in front of her boyfriend, and in the arms of Rob.  The five of them lay sprawled on the floor, feeling the warmth of their bodies and the agreeable satiation that settled over them.  Jill tossed her head and felt her hiney-hole and smiled at Rob.  He grinned at her.  She looked at Dave and, when he smiled at her, she blew him a kiss.  Then she closed her eyes and waited for someone to scoop her up and carry her to bed.
	But Angela had higher expectations.  She got up and went to the wall and fetched a bullwhip.  Jill heard Beth gasp and opened her eyes.  She stared with fright as Angela strode back over to them, whisking the long whip along the floor and snapping it at them.
	ÒI want both you men to rise to the occasion one more time,Ó she smiled wickedly.
	ÒAngela,Ó Rob whined.  Dave just stared at the whip.
	ÒDonÕt worry, IÕll help you both get it up again,Ó she said.  ÒIÕm going to whip you into shape!Ó  Beth, perhaps to avoid being struck by the whip, for it dangled close to where she was lying, got up.  She went to the dressing room and returned with a stylish policemanÕs cap.  She gave it to Angela.
	ÒWhy thank you, Beth,Ó Angela nodded, placing the cap on her head.  Beth helped her ajust it to a cocky angle.  It was too big for her and it made her look childish, but the men were entranced.  Quietly Jill got up and slipped back behind Angela so she could stay clear of the whip.
	ÒMen, IÕm going to ask you to cooperate,Ó Angela said.  ÒI promise you this whipping will make you both hard again.  Beth and Jill will tie you up, so I can begin.  I wouldnÕt want you to change your minds halfway through,Ó she smiled.
	Jill hated to see her lover whipped and yet the thought of it entranced her.  At AngelaÕs command she leapt to her loverÕs side and helped pull him up off the floor.  He rose desultorily, his cock hanging down exhausted, his butt aching from being fucked.  Beth dashed to RobÕs side to help him up and take him to a whipping post to be whipped.  She eyed his cock gaily.  At the moment it was shriveled and exhausted, but her eyes gleamed with hope that the whip would stiffen it. 
	ÒNeither to her own lover,Ó Angela said.  At AngelaÕs insistence the girls switched places.  Then she pointed out the places where the men were to be tied.  There were two horse stalls, empty, with fresh hay lining the dirt floor and a bucket in each for washing.  Jill led Rob to his stall and Beth led Dave.  They both got the men to spread their arms and legs and the girls stood on tiptoe to lock the men into shackles hung from the wall.
	At last the men were prepared.  They glanced at each other.  Both of them were in a separate stall, but with only a thin railing between them.  They both faced a timbered wall, their cocks almost touching it.  They had to arch their hips back to keep their penises from bumping the wall.  Angela permitted a towel to be hung in front of each, on the wall, to save their peeslits from getting splinters in them.
	ÒNo cumming in the towel, men,Ó Angela warned.  Dave felt his cockhead push into the soft towel Beth had hung for him.  He wished he could rub himself against the towel.  Despite AngelaÕs warning, despite his posture, with his arms wide and his feet wide, his balls hanging utterly naked between his legs, he arched his hips forward and rubbed his cock against the towel.
	ÒI said no cumming in the towel!Ó Angela screeched.  Dave yelped painfully as the bullwhip struck his behind.  He rubbed himself all the more, eager to feel the soft fleecy towel against his cock.
	ÒDave!  Behave!Ó Jill cried.  Her hands pressed to her face as she watched him disobediently try to masturbate his loins against the towel.  Angela, who could have ordered the towel taken down, as a cruel master surely would have, contented herself with flaying his butt.  As Dave rubbed his ever-increasing length lustily upon the towel, he howled at the strong flaying strokes laid in on his butt.  He felt like a lad in Singapore, but he couldnÕt stop himself, so eager was he suddenly to spend again.
	Rob, his own cock lengthening, watched DaveÕs torture.  Surreptitiously he stroked the towel with his own cock.  It was difficult, for the towel was vertical while his own cock stuck out in a more or less horizontal position, angling up toward his belly.  But even the slightest rubbing of the underside of his cockhead against the towel gave him relief.  Beth spotted what he was doing and reported him to Angela.  She left off whipping Dave to give him his due.
	With smarting bottoms, both men spent into their towels what Angela had hoped to awaken in them for herself.  As a result, she proceeded to whip them until they awakened still again.  With a wet spot on the towel in front of each man reminding him of his disobedience, she flayed his bare bottom until he sported a new erection.  Then, with Jill and Beth, happily cooperating, the men were unfastened.  They were spread out on the floor and Angela mounted one while Beth, beside her, mounted the other.  Jill was put over RobÕs mouth.  Together all five played until dawn.

	As the sun broke through the trees the doors to the barn opened.  The workmen, hauling stone across the grass to repair a well, looked up.  From the barn emerged five exhausted figures.  They had no clothes on and seemed too dazed to feel much in the way of embarrassment.  Jill walked with her hand over her pussy until sheÕd passed the workmen.  Then she clapped both her hands to her bottom to keep their eyes from watching her ass.  But the workmen had little trouble noticing how bright and red her bottom was.  Jill kept her head hung low and walked more quickly than the rest.  She was young and tried her best to be prim.  
	Angela offered no such pretensions.  She smiled sleepily at the workmen as she passed them.  They tipped their hat to her, as they had to Jill, whoÕd ignored them.  Angela wore only her dress, but it was askew and the decorative ties were almost completely undone.  They hung down from her waist like broken shoelaces.  
	Beth ambled past the workmen but did not acknowledge them.  She held her hands protectively over her bosoms.  Yet she had only two hands, not three, and her bush was bare and looked damp and moist from a long night of fucking.  Absently, not looking at the workmen, but quite aware of their presence, she tossed back her blonde hair.  It was no longer pinned up and it tumbled in a disheveled state over her bare white shoulders.
	Dave and Rob walked awkwardly.  They smiled genially at the workmen but it was clear they were worse for wear, and rather uncomfortable.  Their cocks were utterly spent and their balls hung down like old menÕs balls, ever more descendant, never rising, even as the cool crisp morning air touched them.  When they passed the workmen saw their buns, so handsome and firm, had been crisscrossed with angry red lines.
	ÒHave a nice day, Miss Angela,Ó the oldest, most respectful workman called to Angela.
	ÒThankyou, Jenkins.  See that the horses are watered and fed,Ó she replied, without looking back.  
	ÒYes,m,Ó Jenkins answered.       

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