Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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PASSIONÕS PLAYPEN

Epilogue

	It was a private party.  At MarieÕs, for experienced bondage afficianados only.  Kate, despite her conscience and her better judgement, was in attendance.  It was the following fortnight.  Cindy was staying with her, five weeks pregnant now, though her belly still didnÕt show it.  Marie had called them both, asking about them, concerned that their welts were healing.
	ÒYes,Ó theyÕd told her.  Their welts had subsided and were almost gone.  She asked about Trent.  Kate admitted that, handsome as he was, she was bored with him.  Marie said she was having a party.  A special party.  
	ÒWill it hurt?Ó Kate asked bluntly.  She knew what questions to ask now.
	ÒA little,Ó Marie admitted.  
	Kate wasnÕt sure sheÕd attend, she replied.  But already sheÕd felt butterflies in her tummy.  And, when the night of the party came, she and Cindy had put on makeup, and spent hours dressing and undresing, picking just the right clothes, not sure theyÕd go but not sure they wouldnÕt.  And theyÕd called a cab just in case, and when it arrived theyÕd made it wait forever, and then, kissing each other for confidence before they left KateÕs dorm room, they headed downstairs together.  A boy saw them holding hands and kidded them.  Blushing, theyÕd released their grip on each other.  TheyÕd not even known they were holding hands.  In the cab theyÕd grabbed each otherÕs hands again, instinctively, as soon as theyÕd gotten inside.
	Cindy wasnÕt sure she wanted to go back to Marie.  But she had to admit that the previous Friday and Saturday had been less than exciting, club hopping til three in the morning, meeting guys they werenÕt sure about.  
	Now, at MarieÕs, they knew sheÕd watch over them.  Everyone sat in the living room, exchanging glances, admiring dresses and shirts and menÕs trousers.  There were about ten people, half male, half female.  Drinks were served by an engagingly dressed young waitress.  She had long blonde hair pinned up in a coiffure.  She wore spiked heels and white gloves, plus a stringy bikini.  Nothing else, except her makeup and earrings.  But what was so shocking about her was her back.  There were new welts across her back.  They were just under her shoulder blades, where her bikini bra tied in back.  And, looking at her, knowing about how Marie whipped people, Kate wondered whether the lovely blonde waitress had welts on her bottom too.  Everyone wondered it, whispering, and at last someone asked her.
	ÒYes, and they hurt something awful!Ó the waitress said.  She put down her tray and turned around and pulled down the back of her panties.  People gasped, gathered to look.  There were four welts slashed across the girlÕs bottom.  A woman traced her finger along the ridged red marks.  The blonde winced, and bit her lip.
	ÒWhen were you given these?Ó the woman asked.
	ÒThis afternoon.  TheyÕre quite fresh,Ó the blonde waitress replied.
	ÒPlease keep your panties down and let us see them,Ó the woman said.  ÒTheyÕre very lovely welts.Ó
	ÒThank you,Ó the blonde answered.  And because it was a bondage party, the girl pulled her panties down in front and in back so that they clung to the tops of her thighs.  Then she picked up her tray and began serving again, and taking orders for drinks, and bringing more crackers.
	Marie entered.  She was dressed to kill in a sleek, short black dress.  It was daringly decollette in front, showing her breasts right down to the tops of her nipples.  When she turned Kate saw that the sides of her dress were slit up to her waist.  Kate saw a slim band cutting across her waist underneath, guessed it to be a G-string.  Marie wore knee length boots that had been carefully tied up the entire length of her shins.  Looking at them, Kate realized the boots had taken much longer to put on than the dress.  And that Marie, though she might be free of her dress in a minute, would need forever to get her boots off.
	ÒI see youÕve already got my serving girl to show her stuff,Ó Marie laughed.  She was beaming, ready to party.  She took a drink from the waitressÕ tray but hardly acknowledged the girl, looking instead with pride at her guests.  ÒWell, guys, I hope youÕre up for some fun tonight,Ó Marie said.
	ÒYou donÕt waste any time on small talk, do you Marie?Ó the woman whoÕd asked the waitress to lower her panties said.
	ÒI try not to,Ó Marie answered, laughing.  ÒYou must be Lynette?  The girl from the agency that I talked to on the phone?Ó
	ÒYes,Ó the woman answered.  She was about MarieÕs age, with brown hair and breasts that werenÕt as big as MarieÕs, but still plump.  She was slim and had very long legs.  She looked like a runway model.  ÒI could use a break from all my photo shoots.Ó
	ÒWell, I have something planned that will take your mind completely off your work,Ó Marie smiled.  She turned to the next guest, sipping her drink.  A man, named Jim.  Kate had just met him.  He was young and athletic, mid-20Õs.  He had the appearance of someone who was trying to look calm but wasnÕt.  His pants had a bulge in them that refused to go down.  ÒHi.  WhatÕs your name?Ó Marie asked.
	ÒJim,Ó the young man answered.  The other guests began chatting among themselves again.  Marie sat down next to the young man and, sipping her drink again, calmly patted his groin with her hand.  
	ÒWeÕll put that to good use, donÕt worry,Ó Marie whispered.
	ÒWhat?Ó the man asked.
	Kate smiled at Cindy.  They both liked Jim.  
	ÒHeÕs mine,Ó Cindy said to Kate.
	ÒYouÕre pregnant.  You have your baby to think of,Ó Kate said.
	ÒDONÕT tell him IÕm pregnant!Ó Cindy scolded.
	ÒAlright,Ó Kate smiled.  She took a sip from her cocktail and waited.  
	A few minutes passed.  Marie met everyone and chatted with them and new friendships deepened.  Everyone tried to learn everyone elseÕs name.  Not that it would necessarily matter, Kate realized, but it did make her, at least, feel a little more comfortable.  
	ÒWell, tonight weÕre going to do some serious partying,Ó Marie said, raising her voice to get everyoneÕs attention.  ÒIt seems you all know whatÕs involved.  The safe word is ÔAOL.Õ  If anyone says that, you must stop what youÕre doing.  Like, you know, you must censor yourself.Ó  Everyone laughed.  ÒBe careful of Cindy.  SheÕs pregnant.Ó
	ÒI am not!Ó Cindy yelped.  She looked surprised.  She held a drink in her hand and her dress, cut high on her chest but with very thin strings holding it up, looked less than proper for maternity wear.
	ÒDear, I know you didnÕt get an abortion.  SheÕs five weeks pregnant.  So be careful, everyone,Ó Marie said.  Cindy blushed.  She shifted on the sofa.  Her dress had hardly any sides to it at all.  It bared her back right down to her tailbone.  Kate could see the cones of her breasts, for nothing covered them from the side, and she knew everyone else could too.  Cindy was most enticing, and she didnÕt want anyoneÕs concerns for her safety spoiling her chances of getting a good hard fuck in her cunt.
	Kate twiddled her fingers.  She tried to look modest.  She wore her shortest miniskirt.  It barely tucked under her ass and she had to keep her thighs together lest everyone see right up between her legs to her snatch.  Kate wore a high-collared blouse but no bra.  Her breasts loomed in her blouse, her nipples intriguingly half-visible through the semi-opaque fabric.  They had risen as soon as sheÕd entered the room and they made little bell-push tents in her blouse.  
	Lynette, who was about MarieÕs age, wore a bib-suit, as Kate had mentally named it.  It hugged her breasts, leaving her back bare, except for a crosspiece that ran round her back like a bra would.  It hung down her front to where her legs joined, stopping a little short of the juncture.  It was denim colored, and she wore a denim skirt beneath it.  She had black fishnet stockings on, and little black fishnet fingerless mittens on her hands.  She wore granny boots on her feet.
	Besides Lynette, there was one other woman.  She was 19 and she didnÕt go to college, sheÕd told Kate.  She was a secretary.  She had shoulder-length brown hair and it was neatly bobbed, 20Õs style.  She wore a simple string of pearls around her neck.  She had on a vest and with no blouse.  A dress began at her waist and hung to just above her knees.  But it was black leather, and it was slit in front and in back, almost up to her crotch.  Whenever she moved Kate caught a glimpse of white panties.  They matched her pearls, at least.  Her name was Nancy.
	Kate went through the list of females again, just to make sure she had all their names right:  There was Marie, of course, and then Lynette who was slim and a model, and herself, and Cindy, and Nancy who was a secretary, and slim as Lynette, but a decade younger.  Kate ticked off the men as well:  There was Jim, handsome and athletic and too excited to keep his boner in check.  And then, in a buttondown shirt, his jacket laid over the back of the couch, there was Rod.  And beside him, casually dressed like Jim in shorts and a polo shirt, there was David.  And last there was Mike, who looked fresh from work just like Rod, though it was 8 p.m. and Kate knew neither of them would have come to MarieÕs without a trip home to change.
	Four men, six women, if you included the serving girl who offered them drinks with her panties pulled down.  Everyone seemed a little tense.  The introductions had all been made and theyÕd all had drinks, and then more drinks, and wonderful crackers topped with cheeses and sauces and special imported meats.
	There was a soft record playing in the backround but it abruptly came to an end, the side finished and done.  A silence fell on the guests.  Jim cleared his throat.
	ÒWould you like to see my game room?Ó Marie asked.  Kate looked at her and saw even she was a little tense.  There were nods, people stood.  Marie rose from a loveseat, taking Rod with her, her hand in his.  She turned and led them all down a hallway and then turned and led them down another hall.  Kate had not seen this part ofthe house before.  Marie had just finished it in the last week.  ÒAlways expanding, like Disneyland,Ó Maire had told her, on her last visit, though the analogy, like the real wax records Marie favored, was now dated.  
	Marie stopped them in the hall.  ÒIÕm afraid only nude partying is allowed in my game room,Ó Marie said.  ÒBefore we enter it, we go through a locker room.  Please use it to hang up your clothes in one of the lockers.  If you have valuables, give them to me and IÕll lock them all together in a lockable locker, that I have the key to.  The rest of the lockers are just for convenience.  So if you have some really valuable panties on, ladies, give them to me, or you might find them gone when youÕre done!Ó
	The guests laughed.  Jim was standing beside Kate.  She had one of his hands and Cindy had the other.  He was a little nervous, and his crotch had gained a bulge so noticable it looked like a snake was trapped in his pants.
	Marie opened the door to the locker room.  ÒItÕs unisex, of course,Ó Marie said.  ÒJust pick a locker and take your things off.Ó  
	The room was brightly lit inside.  It had a white tiled floor.  Metal lockers lined two of its walls, with a wooden bench set in the floor.  A urinal stood in one corner, next to a sink.  Beside it were two toilets.  They had no walls around them.  They shared a toilet paper dispenser between themselves.  A simple shower, without glass or a curtain, stood in one corner, with a fresh bar of soap in a soap dish underneath it.  A pile of towels sat in a closet whose door stood open, revealing more soap but no washcloths, no scrub brush, and no bath sponge.  Hands would be used if anyone needed a shower, and Kate was quite sure they all would.
	For the next several minutes, with Marie taking the lead, they occupied themselves in undressing.  Casually they glanced at each other as they undressed.  Bosoms came into view and pussies.  The maid lost her bikini panties and bra but was permitted to keep her gloves and her heels on.  Nancy, hanging up her clothes dispassionately in a locker, retained her string of pearls.
	ÒWell, at least you donÕt LOOK pregnant,Ó Kate said, patting CindyÕs bare belly.  They stood naked before each other, wearing just their heels.  Marie had stripped down to her knee-high boots.  Lynette kept her granny boots on.
	ÒAlright, letÕs check out the game room,Ó Marie said to them.  Everyone stood around her.  Kate and Cindy found themselves mesmerized by all the male flesh displayed.  Jim was as large and as hard as theyÕd hoped, sporting a 10 incher at least, while Rob, older than Marie, dangled tumescently, swollen but not quite fully upright yet.  David and Mike had erections that stood up like flagpoles.
	Marie let them in to her gameroom.  Kate gasped.  SheÕd never seen anything like it before.  It was hardly a room youÕd invite children to play in.  There was a rape rack, where someone could be tied spread-eagle against the wall, their genitals forced to protrude by a cushion that could be slid up or down the rack to adjust to the personÕs height.  
	There was a bondage table.  A small pillow waited at the edge of it, to receive the tummy of the person bent over it.  There was a cage beside it, too small to stand up in or even to sit in or lie in.  And there was a rocking horse, with a velvet cloth draped over its middle, offering a very soft saddle for whoever went riding upon it.
	Yet, hanging on the wall, right next to the luxuriously saddled horse, was an array of implements designed to cause pain.  Kate reached back and ran her fingertips over her bare bottom.  She gazed at the equipment.  Several crops similar to the one Marie had used on her in the barn hung quietly above the horseÕs rump.  Next to them were two whips.  One had many thongs.  Kate opened her bottom cheeks with her hands, instinctively, remembering what MarieÕs use of that style of crop on her had led to:  a deep, thoroughly penetrating butt-fuck by one of the men whom Marie had held prisoner.  And next to it was a whip with a single tail, innocuous, but Kate had learned that even a small whip like that, expertly weilded, could make a girl jump.
	There was little chance that Kate would escape playing the victim at this party, and she knew it.  She was too small, too young, too blonde and naive.  Still holding her bottom apart, as if to expose it to as much of the cooling air in the room as she could while she still had the chance, Kate stared at the whips and crops on the wall.  Cindy, equally mesmerized, for she was as young as Kate and with child, touched KateÕs waist, ever so softly, and together they stood contemplating the deeply erotic horror.
	The others seemed equally spellbound.  Lynette, wiggling her bottom a little and touching a hand to her tummy, lifted a cuff fixed to the rape rack.  It was soft and lined with fur.  But the rack it hung from, with its protruding hump to offer oneÕs genitals, stood right next to a vicious collection of oversized dildos.  They looked like small rockets standing on a shelf next to the rack.  Many were abnormally long and thick.  Several had studs all along their shafts.  Another looked like it sported a tip that could heat itself, while in a bucket of ice stood one waiting to chill whomever it touched.
	The men were no less surprised by the contents of the room.  For them were shelves crowded with cock rings, made of leather or rubber.  Intermingled with these were pouches that looked like bags for old coins.  But in fact they were designed to hold a manÕs most precious treasure of all, his testicles.  And quite tightly too.  Some were designed with the practical necessity of preventing him spending.  These, made to push his balls down, instead of up, wrapped the scrotum in binding leather at its summit.  They left the sack of a manÕs balls to swing free, like churchbells, underneath, sticking out of a leathern ÔbagÕ with no bottom.
	There were no clothes in the game room.  Just appliances desigend to tease and torture the sex organs.  Dildos, clips, rings, everything one saw was made for those intimate bodily parts that usually were treated with deep care and concern.  Now, bereft of soft panties or bras, the girls stood about gazing at these small appliances.  There was a shiver of apprehension that was palpable in each one of them, though they tried to cover it up with soft laughs or giggles.  And the men, used to wearing at least a jock strap when engaging in physical sport, had no protection for themselves either.  Their penises stood out involuntarily, all naked and bare and pulsing, while their precious testicles hung quite openly between their legs.   
	After the practical task of getting undressed, and the rush to file into the game room, and the initial shock of seeing it, the guests stood for a moment and sized each other up for sex play.  There was no hiding oneÕs charms.  Everyone was quiveringly bare.  Marie had barred and locked the door to the game room so that no one could contemplate leaving.
	The room had no windows.  Eyes, however blushingly, had little to look at except the bare bodies of other people.  The girls stood about with their hair still soft and neat, their makeup perfect, their nipples risen and their bushes provocatively on offer.  The men, equally, found themselves confronted not just by the sight of lovely nude females but by other males, all of them fully erect and dying to shoot out their loads.
	This was no mere boyÕs shower in gym class.  Each male was aware not only of his own erection, but of that of three other males near him.  
	ÒWell, you look like youÕve got rather a big woody there,Ó Rod said to Jim.  
	ÒYeah, I guess I do,Ó Jim admitted.  He looked down at himself as Lynette, turning from the rape rack with its shelf of dildos, found herself thigh-bumpingly close to Jim.  
	ÒGod, I have to cum!Ó David, who was KateÕs age, said in a half-desperate voice.  He stood out quite eagerly, unable to help himself.  Rod, who had finally become erect upon seeing all the implements in the game room, reached over and touched DavidÕs penis.
	Surely anyplace else it would have been a forbidden act.  Yet here, in the room, David let Rod touch him, uncomplainingly watching as Rod openly admired his penis.  
	ÒNo offence, lad, but youÕve got quite a shocker here,Ó Rod said to David.  ÒYouÕre liable to scare the girls away with this!Ó  
	Everyone laughed.  The boy had been calm and collected in the living room but now he had risen right up to the bursting point upon finding himself stripped bare in a bondage room.  His excitement was palpable and, with it, his intense need to spend.
	Rod himself was no slacker in the erection department.  Now that he was locked into a bondage chamber with nude females and males, he offered himself proudly.  Kate suspected heÕd be savvy enough to keep his own manhood clear of pain, while inflicting it on the younger erections of the males around him.
	Mike was JimÕs age, though much more controlled in his movements than Jim was.  He had an easy-going, swaggering confidence.  Kate guessed heÕd played at bondage before, or was cool enough to fake it.  Of course theyÕd all had a little experience.  That was a prerequisite to receiving an invitation to this party.  But what that experience might have been could vary dramatically.  For Kate it had been just her one previous visit to MarieÕs.  And Kate guessed Jim and David were little more experienced than she.
	Cindy was gaining weight from her pregnancy and sheÕd acquired a nice plump butterball bottom.  Her breasts, too, had grown, and they bounced on her chest as she laughed, watching Rod fondle DavidÕs young hard-on.  Nancy sidled up to Cindy.  Both girls were the same age.  Nancy, slim and practical-looking, with a glint of firmness in her eyes, placed her hand on CindyÕs ass.  She palmed it openly.  Kate expected Cindy to resist but the girl instead merely flinched.  She stared straight ahead, watching Rod massage David, while Nancy caressed her ass.
	ÒYouÕre pregnant?Ó Nancy asked Cindy.  Nancy was slim as a gazelle with breasts almost too big for modelling, but not quite, though she had opted for the no-nonsense life of office work instead of posing on a runway or going to college.
	ÒYes,Ó Cindy breathed in response.  
	ÒThis may be your last chance to really have fun and do whatever you want,Ó Nancy replied.  And as if to test the girlÕs resolve to submit herself one last time in a room such as this, Nancy poked a finger into the redheadÕs ass.
	ÒDonÕt,Ó Cindy breathed.  Her hips jerked but she did not manage to pull herself off NancyÕs finger.  Instead, accepting it after a momentÕs surprise, Cindy stood calmly and quietly as she could.  She gazed at the other guests, pretending nothing was happening, though all could see it, as Nancy probed more deeply and lewdly within her.
	Marie moved through her guests like a lioness inspecting her brood.  She was as naked and vulnerable as everyone else, with her nipples showing their stems and her bush as bare as her face.  But there was little doubt, looking at her expression, that she would rule them all and bring out or repress the emotions in each of them.  Her face, with a sardonic smile, her eyes hard and bright, contained just the right mixture of compassion and cruelty.  She paused by Lynette and placed a hand on the brunetteÕs tummy, then impressed her finger into LynetteÕs navel.  MarieÕs nail was sharp and Lynette was forced to gasp and draw in her tummy as the sharp nail poked in her belly.
	ÒAre you ready for a night of fun?Ó Marie asked her nude guest.
	ÒYes,Ó Lynette answered.  Her eyes were wide and she watched as MarieÕs hand slipped down her belly to tug at the hairs of her bush and then, going between LynetteÕs legs, intruded into her cunt.
	ÒYouÕre wet,Ó Marie said to Lynette.
	ÒOf course IÕm wet,Ó Lynette answered.  Her hips twisted forward as Marie delved more deeply.
	ÒWould you like some shrimp?Ó the waitress, whose name was Beth, asked Marie and Lynette.  She had fetched a tray of shrimp from a small refrigerator in the corner of the room.  It was her job to keep everyone happy, no matter what they might be doing.  Still wearing her white gloves and her spiked heels, she held its contents up to the women.
	ÒWhy yes, we would,Ó Marie said.  She removed her fingers from LynetteÕs cunt and used them to take a large shrimp from the tray.  She passed the shrimp between LynetteÕs legs.  Behind, her other hand gripped at the juncture of LynetteÕs bottom and legs and forced Lynette to accept a wider stance.  With LynetteÕs cunt wet and open to her, Marie moistened the shrimp in LynetteÕs slit and then lifted it up to the womanÕs lips.  ÒEat it,Ó Marie commanded the model.  
	Lynette, looking crosseyed at the shrimp because it was held so close, extended her tongue and tasted it.  Her face looked like that of a child forced to accept something it didnÕt like.  
	ÒBite,Ó Marie ordered.  Lynette took a little nibble on the fat shrimp.  
	ÒOh!Ó Lynette cried.  Down below, where her legs joined, Marie stabbed her sex with a pointed, probing finger.  In her open-mouthed surprise at being sexually violated, Marie found the opportunity sheÕd been waiting for.  She popped the vaginally-moistened shrimp into LynetteÕs wide apart lips.  Immediately, seeing what had happened, Lynette snapped her lips shut.  But it was too late.  The shrimp was inside and she dared not spit it out.  Glumly, though perhaps not looking too sad, she chewed and swallowed the shrimp as Marie played two fingers within her dell.
	Kate found herself being gretted by Jim.  
	ÒHi,Ó the young man said.  But he didnÕt look at her face as he spoke.  Instead he gazed right at her breasts and her tummy and cunt.  Kate, blushing a little, returned the greeting by staring openly at JimÕs penis.  He was close and his manhood stuck out at her belly like a yardarm.  If she had her panties with her she might have hung them from him and used him to sail on the lake.
	ÒWhat do you plan on doing with that thing of yours?Ó Kate asked finally, after a momentÕs silence, for Jim seemed to hungry and eager to pose the question himself.
	ÒWell, uh, IÕd like to stick it in something,Ó Jim answered.  They were like children exploring each other in the early hours of the afternoon.
	ÒSomething warm and very, very tight?Ó Kate asked, and immediately wished she hadnÕt, for it might give him ideas.
	ÒYes, very tight,Ó Jim said, and looked for the first time into her face.
	ÒNot that--Ó Kate replied.
	ÒWhat?  YouÕd deny me your bottom?Ó Jim asked.  He seemed a little less awkward suddenly.  He had a challenge now.  And she was only 5Õ 2Ó, and he was a good foot taller than she.  And no one would help her if he chose to take her in that way.  Marie would only laugh and encourage him.
	ÒTurn around,Ó Jim said.  He reached out and grasped Kate by her small shoulders and spun her about like a rag doll.  She found herself staring at the rocking horse with its soft saddle and the whips hanging above it.  
	Jim, checking his lust for a moment, savoring her slim build and her beauty, stood behind her with his erection nudging her ass.  His hands rose from her shoulders and caressed her blonde mane of hair.  At any moment she expected him to grab her hair and force her into some obscene position, so she stood tensely, her nipples painfully hard and her cunny moistening quickly.
	ÒLetÕs get all the men oiled up properly,Ó Kate heard Marie say.  ÒGuys, line up over here so we can make sure youÕre all ready for us the minute we decide we need you.Ó
	There was a shuffling of feet.  Jim remained behind Kate, and she stood unmoving.  His hands left her long lustrous hair and slipped down her back and clutched at her bottom.  Kate winced as he forced her hinds wide apart.  
	ÒOh!  David!  DonÕt spurt on my thigh!Ó Kate heard Marie exclaim.
	ÒIÕm sorry!Ó David yelped.
	ÒItÕs alright.  HeÕll be up again in a minute.  HeÕs young and full of himself,Ó Rod laughed.
	ÒIÕll wipe your leg,Ó Kate heard Beth say to her hostess.
	There were no smooth sheets or comfy pillows to recieve Kate.  She felt Jim bump her dimpled anal hole, between her bottomcheeks, and she winced.  Feeling his penis there, testing her, drawing back a little and leaving behind a liquid trace of himself, she felt a shiver of pleasure but she winced because she knew how brutally imposing a manÕs cock could be.  Especially in a girlÕs soft, tight little fanny, a girl of 19 who had never permitted a man to take her there until just this month.  Kate wished for at least a bed to receive the male behind her.  Yet the room, with its enclosing walls and treacherous whips and painful little sextoys was designed to put its occupants to the test.  To show a girl what she was made of.  To test if she could survive.
	Jim leaned forward and kissed Kate on her neck.  He paid no mind to where his manhood might go, letting its bulky sausage-like length butt up against her.  Kate was forced to arch her hips forward to try to get away from the thing.  Snakelike, it bowed and bent behind her, shoving itself into her flesh.  Kate drew her bottomcheeks together to try to deny it entry.  It was between her cheeks already.  Finding her anus too tight, it threaded itself up between her jamming cheeks and pulsed there against her.  SheÕd trapped it, trying to keep it out of herself.  Jim bit painfully into her neck.
	ÒOh!Ó Kate cried.  It was a simple hickey, but in this room, with her breasts full of tension atop her sighing ribs, with her cunny all wet and her bottomcheeks drawn together to deny admittance to what had already arrived, Alien-like, Kate felt pain.  JimÕs teeth seemed like those of a Vampire and he drew his mouth back, taking her skin with him, sucking it from her neck and then finally letting go and leaving a big red circular mark where his mouth had possessed her.
	ÒBend down and grab your ankles,Ó Jim told Kate.  They were words of command.  
	ÒNo,Ó she breathed, but he simply took her hair in his fist and shoved her head down.  To keep from falling, Kate grabbed her ankles.  She was his.  She held on for dear life.
	ÒJim, it would be rude for you to take her au natural,Ó Kate heard Lynette laugh mirthfully.  She saw the womanÕs slim thighs appear behind her.  Jim grunted, she felt a hand with long nails pass across her bottom and pull him an inch or so away so he could be oiled.
	ÒMy, youÕre going to get right to the most intimate of entrances, arenÕt you?Ó Lynette said to Jim.  Kate heard a phialÕs cork pop open and saw a drooling of oil between her legs.  Kate was pouring the oil on JimÕs dick and some was running round to the underside of his shaft and passing on to the floor.
	ÒSave some for me, would you?Ó Lynette asked.  Kate thought she would be penetrated, hearing that, but Lynette seemed to want to smear the oil all over Jim, and she found herself waiting.  She held her ankles tight and gazed beyond herself at Marie and David.  They were upside down, but she could see everything, right up to their necks were her own fleecy bush got in the way.
	Marie oozed sexual accomplishment from every pore of her body.  Her every little movement and wiggle was cultured, discreet, and yet provoking.  Naked, she was even more desirable.  David stiffened almost immediately, standing there before her, despite the fact that he had just jettisoned an admirable load on her thigh.  
	ÒOh!  Am I exciting you, David?Ó Marie asked.  She was not touching him.  Rather, she was letting Beth finish up wiping her thigh.  It was a calm, yet electrifying sight.  Marie, standing for once without purpose or direction, watching as Beth folded a handkerchief and stroked her tanned thigh until all DavidÕs milk-white jism had been removed.  Yet he was ready to donate more.
	Proudly David offered himself.  Marie drew back just a little from him, as if to deny him.  But she extended her fingers to him.  With loving care she touched his cockhead with all ten of his fingers.  
	ÒYou must learn to control yourself a little, David,Ó Marie said with deep feeling in her voice.  She didnÕt want to offend the boy, but he must, Kate knew, be taught at least some rudimentary manners.  ÒThis is not your bedroom at home and I am not a photograph, David.  IÕm real,Ó Marie cautioned him.  ÒI know weÕre in a room for sex play, but you must still try to hold back yourself a little, so we can have some fun with you before you run out of steam.  Do you understand, David?Ó
	The boy nodded.  Marie let her fingertips glide down his shaft and she told Beth to open a bottle of oil, spiced oil, so he could be properly prepared for the night ahead.
	ÒNow this time, I want you to keep your fun stuff inside you until I say you can let it out, okay?Ó Marie, who obviously planned to claim the eager young man for herself, told him.  He nodded like a schoolboy and watched as she poured specially warmed oil over his proud erection.
	ÒMan, thatÕs HOT!Ó David yelped.
	ÒKeep still, David.  I would never hurt you,Ó Marie told him.  She trickled the heated oil up and down his length to let the moment last as long as possible.
	Jim, meanwhile, had no such patience.  He pulled himself free of Lynette.  She clearly wanted to rub him awhile but he was eager to penetrate KateÕs bottom.  Involuntarily, not knowing how to escape or where to go, afraid to inflame his anger, she waited with legs apart, showing him her bottom and her lovely fat tremulous cheeks.  He repossesed them with his hands, paused a moment despite himself to savor their silky resilience, and then thrust himself hard into her crack.
	ÒNOOOOO!Ó Kate cried, but nobody listened, except with pleasure, for the room was made for sexual violation.  With rude, thrusting strokes, happy in his wet oiled state, Jim rammed himself forward, probing, digging with his pee hole and the bulbous head which it was formed from, finding his way slowly into the inner reaches of KateÕs insucking, yet resisting, little hole.
	ÒAtta-boy, she can take you, IÕm sure she can!Ó Lynette urged Jim.  Kate wished the woman would go away but she seemed entranced by the utter lewdness of the sight before her.  Kate screeched.  Jim gave a whoop of joy, as if he were at a football game.  Lynette whispered a little cheer to help inspire him to his goal.  Kate felt an indriving sausage invade her, first the head, just its peehole tip, really, then the full width of the crown, then, with Kate trying to rise but Lynette suddenly clapping a hand to her head to hold her down, the full wide breadth of the flange.  
	There was a pop of a cork being forced into a bottleneck that was decidedly too small for it.  Jim was big but heÕd gained a purchase in Kate.  Now, with his flange squished in her helpless cheeks, he savored thrusting the shaft of himself into her.  It was narrower than his crown and her anus closed a bit on it, feeling, though, the wide head splitting her more deeply as it lanced its way up into her guts.
	ÒAhhhgh!  Take it OUooooooTT!Ó Kate begged.  She suddenly decided this reminded her too much of MarieÕs awful cucumber, which, selected carefully, had been no thicker than Jim and had been narrow, instead of wide, at its tip, for it bore no head like JimÕs prong did.  And it reminded her too of the barn, where sheÕd been forcibly taken, splattered with sperm and bitten by nipple clamps on her sensitive tits.
	ÒOpen, bitch!Ó Jim growled.  He was finding her difficult.  She had lost her cherry only two weeks ago and was nowhere near as available in her behind as an experinced woman.  She was new, and he was rough.  
	Yet he did not make her bleed.  Despite his impatience he seemed to have some canny sixth sense of her limits, of the limits of her hienie.  Nobody had made her bleed, so far, but sheÕd known girlfriends whoÕd been taken too forcefully and had found themselves deeply unhappy when it was over.  Jim, apparently well-trained by some older woman, was careful with her in his rudeness.  He reminded her of a logger sheÕd met once.  HeÕd been a big, brawny man, with huge calloused hands, but heÕd tipped his hat politely to her and spoken with all his best countrified manners, though he was sweaty and had just been in a baroom brawl.  SheÕd liked his way, trying hard to please her even as he tried to catch his breath from fighting.  SheÕd been just nine-years-old but sheÕd always remembered it, out late, past her bedtime, exploring the streets while a babysitter supposed she was asleep with her teddy bear in her canopied little girlÕs bed.  TheyÕd let her into the bar, and sheÕd invited him in, and heÕd danced with her, amidst overturned chairs and the nodding heads of his victims.  That had been her first real dance, with a real man, not just some booger-infested boy.
	Jim paused and let Kate catch her breath.  She felt like all the air was being expelled from her.  She panted, feeling him in her, splitting her ass cheeks.  Lynette laughed at the scene they made, him gritting his teeth, trying to hold himself back as KateÕs snug little cheeks gripped him tightly and did their best, even now, to resist him.  And Kate, quite desperate to expel him, hooing her breath out and reaching back, but having her hands slapped away by Lynette.
	ÒKeep your hands on your ankles, Kate darling,Ó Lynette told the 19-year-old girl.  ÒYou may resist with your bottom, if you like, but no fair using your hands.Ó  She patted the side of KateÕs ass.  ÒYouÕre doing very well.  Jim, give her another nudge.  I think sheÕs ready now.Ó  
	Kate bounced forward as Jim gave her much more than a nudge.  He was eager to feel himself fully gripped by her.  Kate bit her lip and whimpered.  Behind her, quite ironically, she heard Jim whimper too, as her clutching cheeks gave him a sporting fight for every inch of herself.
	ÒI can feel myself curving upwards,Ó Jim said of his cock.
	ÒGood, youÕre quite deep now,Ó Lynette said.  ÒMy, but youÕre long.  YouÕve got at least two more inches to stuff in yet!Ó
	ÒI know,Ó Jim said.  He sounded lamenting, as if for once he wished he wasnÕt so long, that he might get where he was going sooner.
	ÒJust keep pushing.  I want to squeeze your balls when you cum.  Let me know when your crisis hits,Ó Lynette told him.  ÒI love feeling a manÕs balls as he jets.  Of course, I hope you can give her a good two dozen strokes before you do!Ó
	ÒIÕll try,Ó Jim agreed.  He pushed again, throwing his hips forward.  Kate gasped and felt tears in her eyes and then, quite suddenly, she felt his testicles bang against her split open cheeks.
	ÒYouÕre in!  Very good.  Now draw back a little so she can feel the smooth professional stroking IÕm sure you can give her,Ó Lynette told Jim.
	ÒI know how to ass fuck a girl,Ó Jim said testily.
	ÒYes, you do.  How nice.  In and out, in and out.  Marie!  Come look what a fine job Jim is doing!Ó
	ÒI canÕt,Ó Marie replied to Lynette.  ÒDavid has to pee.Ó
	ÒWell, let him go in your mouth then,Ó Lynette laughed.
	ÒMaybe later,Ó Marie replied.  ÒMy, you just need to do all sorts of things with that penis of yours, donÕt you, David?Ó Marie scolded the boy.  
	Recovering herself a little, Kate focused on the scene beyond herself and Jim.  Looking between both their legs she watched as Marie presented a cup to DavidÕs cock.  Dutifully, like a boy peeing on a long trip in his mommieÕs car, David spurted his yellow bladder fluid into MarieÕs cup.
	ÒDonÕt overflow it!Ó Marie said.  ÒI can get another cup.  Stop!  Stop!  YouÕre going on the floor!Ó
	ÒIÕm sorry.  IÕve got hold of myself now,Ó David said.  He flexed his cock.  He squeezed his buns tightly together as he cut off his pee stream with his internal muscles.
	ÒI have to pee too,Ó Jim said.  Kate gasped.
	ÒNot in my bottom!Ó Kate shouted.
	ÒJust kidding,Ó Jim said.
	ÒYouÕre cruel after all,Ó Lynette laughed to Jim.  ÒMy, how IÕd love to have you up my hole.  What WOULD you do to me, hmmm?Ó
	ÒProbably ream you a new one,Ó Jim said.  He was shafting Kate now, with gliding in and out strokes that her tense bottom fought to stop.  He held her flanks and bent forward and whispered into her ear for her to be calm.
	ÒMay I pump you now?Ó Lynette asked Jim.  She grabbed between the backs of his legs and clutched his balls.
	ÒNot yet!Ó Jim groaned.
	ÒOh, I want to see you CUM!Ó Lynette cried.  She was wriggling her hips with delight and Kate, seeing just her legs and her bush, for she stood so close behind them both, saw a hand suddenly dart between her thighs.  Lynette began masturbating herself, even as she urged Jim with gentle hand-squeezes to cum.
	It was too much for Jim.  He ceased his shafting and burrowed as deep as he could into Kate.  He held her tightly, making her yelp, it happened so suddenly.  And then, ringing her with his arms, his penis ardent, he shot his stuff deep into her bowels.  
	Kate brimmed with passion and Jim reached between her legs and searched with sweeping fingertips for her spot.  Just in time, he found it.  Immediately she exploded as he pumped her full of himself.  Lynette made him give everything.  She squished his testicals between her nailed fingertips.  He was like a bull being castrated, except the process was natural, her sharp fingers only teasingly threatening as she made him spill.
	ÒOh!  Oh!  Oh!Ó Lynette cried.  She played with her slit and found her button and made herself cum on her fingers.  Kate watched as LynetteÕs probing fingertips became suddenly much wetter.  LynetteÕs juice flowed within her.  Indriving, swirling, LynetteÕs fingers became honey-coated.  Kate had a second ass-splitting, cunt-humming orgasm as she watched Lynette cum over her fingertips.
	And then they were all standing, Lynette brushing back her chestnut hair with both her hands, oblivious to her dewy fingers as she ran them through her elegantly styled hair.  Jim was savoring his loss.  He stood with a shrinking dick, his legs apart, as if he might shaft Lynette, but his strength was temporarily dissipated.  He had a big smile on his face.  Kate touched her bottom with her hands.  It felt wounded.  She felt like a huge log had been withdrawn from her bottom.  But her cunny felt happy.  She did not bother to close her legs as she stood there casually, showing her bush to everyone, feeling at the sensuously damaged cleft of her bottom, where her hole felt too big and her ass felt like a pumpkin that had just had a nose-hole carved into it for Halloween.
	Kate looked around.  Her eyes fell on Cindy.  To her surprise, the girl was tied by nylon stockings to the bondage table.  Kate had no idea who the stockings belonged to, but behind Cindy stood Nancy, a belt in her hands.  It looked like a manÕs trouser belt but no man had entered the game room with a stitch of clothing on; was the belt and the stockings standard equipment in here, rather than what one would think, items to help make the body modest?  Kate guessed it must be so.  Nancy either end of the belt in a fist and she was passing the belt back and forth across CindyÕs bottom.  Not whipping it, but polishing it, as one might hold a long cloth in order to pass it back and forth across a manÕs shoe, shining it for him.  Except Nancy was not shining a shoe but a bottom, CindyÕs bottom.  The girl waited for the inevitable.  Kate was relieved to see that someone had at least put a pillow under her tummy.  She hoped Nancy understood that Cindy was pregnant.
	Nancy dropped one end of the belt.  She stepped back.  She aimed and practised stepping forward.  Then, in a very fluid, practised motion, as if sheÕd whipped her bossÕs bottom, perhaps, after work, Nancy let fly with the easy end of the belt (not the buckle) against CindyÕs poised bottom.
	ÒEEEEEEEEEK!Ó Cindy screamed.  Her hips bounced as the tongue of the manÕs belt struck her soft hiney.  Nancy smiled, bit her lip, stopped a moment and watched Cindy squirm painfully.  As she watched Nancy put a hand to her own bush and masturbated her slot.  She had nothing to put in it save her fingers but she seemed delighted, just her and Cindy, it appeared, for everyone else was busy, Nancy whipping and Cindy receiving.
	ÒAre you ready for the next one?Ó Nancy asked at last.  
	ÒYes, but please NOT too hard!Ó Cindy said.  Cindy tossed her lovely red hair, which was loose about her shoulders, and jiggled her bottom a little.  Nancy, tawny as a leopard, leaped back, twirled the manÕs belt she held, and then, like a wicked ballerina, stepped into the stroke and brought it smacking against CindyÕs brazenly offered ass.
	ÒOOOOH!  ThatÕs too hard!Ó Cindy yelped, before passing on to a high-pitched scream.  It was girlish in pitch, as if she wished to hear herself scream as much as anything, though her bottom told a different tale.  A deep red mark formed across her enticingly white bottom, showing the damage Nancy had done.  
	ÒMmmm!  Mmmm!  Mmmm!Ó Cindy hummed when sheÕd recovered her voice.  ÒI need somebody to play with me!Ó
	ÒHere, IÕll do it,Ó Nancy said.  She stepped forward and fiddled with her victimsÕs hungry slit.  It offered itself most sweetly between CindyÕs wide-spread legs.  Cindy, though doubtless happy at finding herself thus, could not have closed off possession in any event to Nancy, for CindyÕs legs were kept apart by a spreader bar.
	ÒMy, theyÕre certainly going at it!Ó Lynette said.  She and Kate both had clapped their hands to their faces as they watched Cindy beg to be beaten.
	ÒItÕs... truly delicious,Ó Jim said.  Kate glanced at his dick and saw he was aroused by the scene.  
	ÒYes, you men always like seeing girls suffer,Ó Lynette scolded.  She looked at JimÕs dick and tutted.  He was becoming hard again.  ÒI want you this time,Ó Lynette breathed.
	ÒYou must be whipped first,Ó Kate, inspired and surprised at herself, blurted.
	ÒI canÕt stand being whipped,Ó Lynette said.  She shook her head, watching as Cindy received yet another blow from Nancy.
	ÒThen all the more reason to do it!Ó Kate cried.  She grabbed the woman with both her hands.  Lynette was a foot taller than she but Kate did not flinch in her task.  Both womenÕs bosoms bounced as Kate turned Lynette around and trotted her over to the rocking horse.
	ÒGet on.  I want to see you ride it,Ó Kate told Lynette.  The 30-year-old woman looked at the horse.
	ÒI canÕt.  ItÕs just a horse made for little girls,Ó Lynette said.  
	ÒThe saddle is quite big enough, made for a woman,Ó Kate replied.  ÒYour bum will overhang the back of the horse, thatÕs all.Ó
	ÒBut!Ó Lynette protested.  Her voice went unheeded.  Kate made her take to the saddle.  She could just get her leg over it without needing a stepstool.  Kate made her straddle the horse and fit her bare feet into the stirrups.  
	ÒGod, this saddle is so soft, ItÕs making me cum just sitting on it,Ó Lynette gasped.  Indeed, in her aroused state, knowing her ass was at pillage, the woman found herself trembling into a new orgasm.
	ÒRide,Ó Kate said bluntly.  Kate stepped behind the woman and took a riding crop down from the wall.  It was simliar to the one Marie had used on her.  Savoring her dominance, Kate wached as Lynette, gazing at Jim and his new erection, shudderingly rocked herself back and forth on the horse.  
	Lynette looked over her shoulder to see what Kate was doing.
	ÒBad!Ó Kate shouted.  She struck the woman hard on her ass.
	ÒOooooEEEEeeek!Ó Lynette blurted.  Tears sprang to her eyes, for the crop was thin and springy, and Kate, in her inexperience, had hit her harder than prudence dictated.  Yet Lynette, instead of popping up off the horse, rubbed herself fiercely into the saddle.
	ÒRide, little Indian!Ó Kate laughed.  She swatted Lynette again.  The woman screamed as, somewhere behind them both, Cindy offered up a new cry.
	A competition ensued.  There was no direct communication or planning between either group but, with Cindy over the table and Lynette on the horse, the two females screamed as Nancy hit Cindy and Kate spanked Lynette.  Kate did not wish to be deprived.  So, with Nancy and Cindy behind her sharing NancyÕs rubbing hand, and Lynette in front of her doing it to the saddle, Kate frigged herself.  There were soft sighs mixed with screams as all four females tickled themselves into shuddering orgasms.  Their perfume, so pickily selected just hours before, in preparation for the night, was overwhelmed by the scent of their spendings.  
	Jim watched it all.  As time went by he took a renewed interest in KateÕs bottom.  This time he spanked her.  His palm was broad and heavy and Kate yelped as it splatted into her nether cheeks.  She could not fight back against him, for he was much too big for her, so she flogged Lynette instead.  It was all intermittantly done, the spanks alternating with bouts of masturbation.  Even Jim got into the act, palming his long sausage with his hand, then taking it away from himself to send it splatting wetly, wet with his own precum, into KateÕs fanny.       

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