Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in 
PUSSY PLAYLAND

Chapter Three

	ItÕs amazing what happens when you follow the bouncing ball.  I was playing on the beach by myself, batting my beach ball around.  I was treating the boys like absolute shit.  No matter which of them came up to me, no matter how handsome, IÕd ask for my ball back and refuse to play with him.  I would tell him I was practising for my girlÕs volleyball team and we werenÕt allowed to practise with boys.  Then IÕd loft my ball up again, and try to keep it up by tapping underneath it with my fingers.  I was getting quite good at it when a big gust of wind blew my ball down the beach.  I went running after it.  Two boys tried to run with me, to catch it, but I speeded up and they settled for a view of my ass instead as my ball bounced its way under someoneÕs umbrella.  
	I dashed up and dropped to my knees on someoneÕs beach towel.  I was feeling frisky, and IÕd seen a big man sitting under the umbrella, just him in shadow, with a girl beside him.  She looked very beautiful, a young woman.  Wickedly, I wanted to see if I could give her some competition.  After all, I was just 14.  Would her hunky boyfriend turn out to be a pervert?
	Collapsing under their umbrella onto my knees, I knelt with my breasts heaving and my mouth wide and panting.  I was wearing my tiniest bikini.  Each rise of my breasts with my breath threatened to loft my bosoms right out of my top.  Awkwardly I reached back behind myself and pulled my panties out of my ass crack.  I didnÕt want to give the boys whoÕd been chasing me any more of a mooning than I had to!  
	ÒHi!Ó the young woman with the man said to me.  She spoke as if to put me at ease.  Rats.  She was too nice.  I glanced at her, saw she was a brunette with wide eyes and soft lips and a body as curvaceous as mine.  She appeared to be 19, no more.  She had on a bikini top whose cups were so narrow that they left most of her bosom exposed.  Her panties lay over her pussy but the string bows were completely untied.  I realized they must have been playing when my ball blew in.  My eyes turned to her boyfriend.  My God!  His swimsuit, despite being the fashionable baggy-trunks kind, looked like its crotch was about to burst.  His thing stood up within it, quite frankly, unable to go down and, with me now heaving before him, appearing to rise even more.  He was brown-haired and muscled and hairy.  Casually, or as casually as he could muster, he picked up a womenÕs magazine and opened it and dropped it over his crotch.  ÒWomenÕs Day,Ó the cover said, but the magazine was pitched at such a steep angle it was obviously laid over a man.  His girlfriend looked at him and laughed.
	ÒSorry about my ball,Ó I gasped, still feeling the effects of my run.  
	ÒSorry about my dick,Ó the man replied.  I broke into giggles.  Our eyes met and lingered and when next I became aware of myself a female hand was extending itself to me in greeting.  
	ÒCome and sit with us,Ó the manÕs girlfriend told me.  ÒWeÕre having a picnic but weÕve brought too much food.  Would you like some lunch?Ó
	ÒOkay,Ó I breathed.  I let my hand slip into hers.  She drew me between herself and her boyfriend.  I admired her generosity.  Happily I settled next to her big beefcake and, after a momentÕs hesitation, I lifted up the copy of WomenÕs Day.  ÒI like reading,Ó I said as innocently as I could.  He let me lift up the magazine and I gasped again as I was confronted by his big crotch.
	ÒIn order to picnic with us you have to be bold enough to let me undo your undies,Ó the manÕs girlfriend said.  I knew she didnÕt want to be the only one with untied panties.  
	ÒAlright,Ó I gulped.  Nothing would tear me away from the sight of that big manÕs crotch, even if it meant losing my panties.  Skillfully the woman untied me.  She left my panties lying over me, just like hers were.  
	ÒNow letÕs do lunch,Ó she said.  ÒIÕm Sherry, by the way.  And this is Jeff.Ó
	ÒPleased to meet you, Jeff,Ó I said.  I didnÕt even look at Sherry.
	ÒMe, or just the rest of me?Ó Jeff asked me frankly.  I felt butterflies in my tummy.  This was all happening so fast!  ÒWell, you are kinda hairy,Ó I said in a meek voice.  I didnÕt want to offend him.  ÒBut I donÕt...Ó  Could I dare say it?  ÒI donÕt mind meeting your swimtrunks!Ó I said bravely.
	ÒYouÕre either the worldÕs youngest tart or the sassiest virgin on the beach,Ó Sherry said to me.  She passed a plate of shrimp salad to me and I found it laid down on my lap so that we all could share it.  
	ÒNeither,Ó I protested, and then instantly realized IÕd just confessed I wasnÕt a virgin.
	ÒGood,Ó Jeff replied.  Together we consented to a silence then, a kind of truce, as we all began dipping shrimp into the bowl of sauce in the middle of the plate of salad.  It was weird to have my lap be the serving tray.  Sherry offered me a shrimp from her fingers and I accpeted it in my mouth.  I knew it gave me permission to feed her beautiful boyfriend.  Soon all three of us were dipping shrimp, but feeding any mouth but our own.
	From all our giggling I know the other people on the beach wondered what was up.  But, glancing inside, all they saw was three people having lunch, albeit a little playfully.  Under the shade of our big umbrella it was impossible for them to see that our bottoms were undone.  We passed the time leisurely, enjoying our lunch, me with my tummy a little tight at what it all might portend.  Sherry and Jeff seemed very relaxed.  We chatted amiably.  They asked me about school, and when I told them my grade they seemed taken aback a moment.  But they didnÕt hold it against me.  I guess Sherry herself hadnÕt been in 8th grade that long ago.  Sam, who was no more than 25, probably remembered with lust balling his first girls in that grade.  When we finished lunch Sherry and I retied our swimsuits and then we all went and played with my ball in the ocean.  It was fun.  Sam proved himself better than me at volleyball.  
	Resting again under their umbrella, dripping from the sea, our bodies cooled, Sherry grew serious.
	ÒSam and I are looking for something new,Ó she told me.  ÒWe want to add a third person to our sex life.  Just one, and just once.  She must be a stranger like you.  ThatÕs my rule, and SamÕs agreed.  Because, this musnÕt interfere with our marriage.  But if youÕd like to play with us tonight weÕd love to have you.  Sam hasnÕt done it in a week and heÕs... well, you can see the state heÕs in.Ó  I glanced over at his crotch and nodded happily.  Even after our swim he was still uncomfortably large in the crotch.  WeÕd had to keep him in water at least waist deep the whole time he was in the ocean, just to minimize the chance of his erection being seen.
	ÒI guess I could party with you,Ó I said.  ÒWhat will we do?Ó  It was Saturday.  Mom was away for the weekend.  IÕd managed to snub all the boys on the beach and now I was feeling a little lonely, if I couldnÕt, you know, play with Jeff.
	ÒWe do a little bondage,Ó Sherry confessed.  She blushed a little as she said it.  She was kneeling next to me, a little earnestly, and she reached back and ran her hands over her seat as she spoke.  It was as if she were remembering some past spanking, or anticipating another.  
	ÒI donÕt think I want to get spanked,Ó I told her, quite honestly, but as I said the words I leaned forward and let my lips come close to hers.  I was on my knees and I purposely arched my bottom at Jeff.  Naughtily, as if to straighten my bikini, I reached down and yanked up on the waist so that the back of my seat went shooting into my ass.  
	Sherry cupped my breasts, very lightly, and nuzzled my lips.  It was a kind of half-kiss.  We didnÕt want to get caught out here on the beach!  At the same time Jeff slapped my ass playfully.  I felt the sting and knew deep down I relished it.  Did I want more?  God no, but I couldnÕt stop the feelings rising within me.  Mixed with the sting from JeffÕs big hand was the soft cupping of SherryÕs hands on my breasts, and her lips kissing mine.  It was so soft, so tender, yet with the threat of our very masculine Jeff sitting behind us!  I called him ÔourÕ in my mind.  He would be ÔoursÕ tonight, anyway, if I accepted!  
	ÒDo you want to?Ó Sherry breathed.  Her voice sounded hot, fierce.  I felt her thumbs cross over my rising nipples and she tweaked at them through my bra.
	I gulped.  It was now or never.  Go home alone thinking of Jeff or let him take me with him.
	ÒAlright,Ó I gasped.  At once Sherry stuck her tongue into my mouth.  I shouted but my shout was muffled by her gagging tongue.
	ÒLetÕs go,Ó Sherry said, a few minutes later.  We rose from the blanket and she picked up the picnic basket and Jeff folded up their umbrella.  I volunteered to roll up their blanket.  Then Jeff picked up my beach ball and we walked up the beach together, to their car.  Somewhere deep within my my conscience told me to say goodbye and leave them but I shushed it and, at last, it left me alone.  
	Their house proved to be a low one-story structure up in the canyons above L.A.  The traffic, for some reason, was mercifully light on the freeway and we got there much quicker than we might have.  Perhaps God was on my side, provided I didnÕt mind a spanking.  We hosed off outside.  Sherry and I had fun sticking the hose in JeffÕs trunks and filling up his already filled crotch.  We had to be careful.  JeffÕs neighbors had a direct view down onto his patio.  Playfully he stuck the hose in our briefs but the water was too strong.  It threatened to rip our panties apart while simultaneously pushing them right down our thighs.  We had to console ourselves to a Puritan shower.  We rinsed off as best we could and then went inside.
	They had an elegant home.  The interior was wall to wall carpets with all new furniture.  Sherry said she and I would finish our shower in the guest room.  She let Jeff have their bedroom for his shower.  He wanted to switch, so he could feel gallant, but she insisted that he was master, and must have the masterÕs bathroom.  I wondered what that left Sherry and I being.  
	In the guest room, Sherry let me go first.  We were being very modest, but I guessed she wanted it that way.  We would only be together once, according to her rules.  She wanted to make the whole thing as special as possible.  I was grateful because it gave me a chance to reconsider.  But, showering alone, feeling my aching tits and my cunt that was already too excited, I knew there was no turning back.  All I could hope for now was that I would comport myself properly.  Or should I say aquit?  After all, we would do it just once, then quit.  Perhaps she meant we would party all weekend, but that would be our only time together.  Soaping myself all over as I considered all this didnÕt help lower my temperature.  I tried turning the shower water to Ôcold.Õ  As I shrieked under the icy spray I think Sherry knew I was still feeling shy.
	ÒHurry up.  I want a shower too!Ó Sherry scolded me, peeking her head through the curtain.  I screamed again as she saw me naked for the first time.  ÒSilly, weÕre both girls,Ó she said.
	ÒI donÕt want to get spanked!Ó I confessed to her.
	ÒYouÕll get double whateverÕs coming to you if you donÕt hurry up and get out!Ó Sherry replied.  
	I finished up with a renewed sense of expediency.  When I got out, and got a towel wrapped around myself, Sherry let herself into the room and Jeff was with her.  All my thoughts of resisting vanished as I laid eyes on him.  Who could refuse such a big man?  He had on plaid shorts and a polo shirt.  Telling myself not to, I let my eyes drop to his crotch.  I swallowed hard.  It was bigger than ever, fine and upstanding and obviously not too comfortable inside his fashionable shorts.
	ÒYouÕve got to get those shorts off you, poor man,Ó I said in a whispery voice.  It was a bold, ladylike thing to say, but my voice was high as a choirgirlÕs and sounded quite nervous.
	ÒPut this on,Ó Jeff replied.  He offered me something that looked like nothing but string.  
	ÒFor me?Ó I asked.  I plucked at it.  It was nothing but string, except for two postage stamp bra cups and a pair of undies that made a doily look like a throw rug.  He simply nodded.  I accepted his gift.  I stepped out of the steamy bathroom.  I saw a riding crop lying atop a dresser in the guest room.  It hadnÕt been there when IÕd gone for my shower.  Jeff picked it up.  He held it with a familiar grip.  
	ÒDonÕt worry, I wonÕt look,Ó Jeff told me.  He turned his back on me.  I heard Sherry get into the shower in the bathroom and turn on the water.  She screeched as she found IÕd left it, quite by accident, on Ôcold.Õ
	Slowly I finished toweling myself off.  There was no desire on my part to rush for a man who was holding a crop!  I combed out my hair.  I put on makeup, sitting nude in a chair, making Jeff wait for me.  All the while he obediently stood in the doorway, his arms folded, his back turned.  There was a Picasso on the wall in the hallway with nude women so I guess he had something to look at, even if they were nothing but sharp-angles and limbs.  I thought the painting was silly, but perhaps he liked it.  Men probably like looking at any naked women they can find.
	When I was done with my hair and makeup I resolved to try on my new gift.  I had to struggle just to figure out which end tied where.  There was no elastic anyplace.  Sherry took her time in the shower.  Perhaps she was a little frightened of JeffÕs crop herself.  At last, feeling queasy, I got myself all tied and fitted.  I looked in the mirror.  My hard work had been for nothing.  My bosoms ballooned at me just like before, their whiteness showing, just my nipples concealed.  My pussy seemed half undressed, the pouch of my panties was so small.  And, turning around, I found there was nothing but a single thread running down my ass crack.  Oh well, I wouldnÕt have to keep pulling THESE panties out of my ass!  
	My only true consolation was that I saw an identical bikini (if you could even call it that!) piled on the guestbed.  I knew who that was for.  Well, if Sherry didnÕt mind wearing something all stringy and ridiculous like this, I guess I shouldnÕt either.  I admired her.  I hoped I could have a house and a husband this nice when I was 19.  Maybe IÕd figure out some way to make Jeff a polygamist.  It sure beat staying home at momÕs and listening to her play records by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir!  
	I padded silently up to Jeff.  For a moment I just stood there admiring his build and his muscles.  Then, feeling very brave, I reached up and tapped him on the shoulder.  He spun around.
	ÒOh, youÕre done!Ó he exclaimed.
	ÒYou heard me come up behind you,Ó I reproached him.  ÒYou just like staring at those naked ladies on the wall.Ó  I smiled.
	ÒWell, youÕre a damn sight better than Modern Art!Ó he complimented me.
	ÒI like the Old Masters,Ó I said.  I stuck out my lip and pouted.  ÒTheyÕre full of guys... well, you know, Hercules and David and stuff.Ó  He smiled and stuck his thumbs in the strings that supposed they made up my panties.  Playfully he tugged at them, as if to pull them down.
	ÒJeff!  DonÕt!  ItÕs all I have!Ó I shouted, giggling.  He relented.  ÒWhich brings me to my next question,Ó I said to him, knowing the answer, and fearing it a little.  ÒWhat else do you want me to wear?Ó
	ÒNothing at all,Ó he replied.  ÒNothing at all.Ó  He smiled and tweaked the cup that covered my right nipple.  I thrust my tits at him.  
	ÒSir, please donÕt play with the merchandise,Ó I scolded.  ÒEven if it sticks itself in your face,Ó I added with a giggle.  He liked my breasts.  They were young and high on my chest and tilted up like presents stacked under a tree at Christmas.  He reached up and lifted my chin with a finger and offered my lips to himself.  He bent down and kissed me.  It was light, like two new friends kissing when the manÕs wife is gone, which was in fact the case.  
	When he lifted his face from mine I looked down at his riding crop.  Gingerly I touched it.  
	ÒThat looks awful,Ó I confessed.
	ÒIt feels awful,Ó he replied.  I ran my finger along its length.  It was a hard stick of bamboo cut like a cylindar and encased in leather.  At the tip was a loop.  I toyed with it.  I put my finger through it as if it were a penis and the loop was my hole.
	ÒWhy must we use it, then?Ó I inquired.
	ÒI donÕt know.  I guess I just like seeing girls hit with it,Ó he shrugged.  I shivered.  My spine wobbled and I felt my legs almost drop out from under me.  My ass cheeks, bare except for the single thread running through them, waggled fearfully.
	ÒIÕm so nervous.  I have to pee,Ó I confessed.  He took me by the wrist like a doctor might.  He seemed to be checking my pulse, but instead he frankly put his finger under my crotch and felt my cunny.  He felt it through the cloth of my panties, and I felt embarassed because IÕd already moistened the thin piece of cloth pressing against me there, with my juices.
	ÒYou didnÕt PEE in your panties, did you?Ó Jeff asked.
	ÒNo,Ó I replied.  He rubbed me a little.  He removed his finger.  He let go of my wrist.
	ÒGood,Ó he said.  ÒJust hold whatever you have.  YouÕll go with my permission, and not before.  Is that understood?Ó  I looked up at him.  Dare I say it?  I glanced again at his crop.
	ÒYes,Ó I said very quietly, with lowered eyes.  His finger darted under my chin and he lifted my eyes to meet his.
	ÒYes?Ó he asked.  He was frowning.
	ÒYes master,Ó I gulped.  I forced my eyes down again because I couldnÕt bear to look at him, despite his finger under my chin.  But when I lowered my eyes from his face I found myself looking instead at his groin!  I was utterly captive and knew it.  I raised my eyes again.  ÒYes master,Ó I said again.
	ÒThatÕs better,Ó he replied gruffly.  ÒWhy do you think I gave you panties without any seat to them?Ó
	ÒSo...  Ohhhh, so you can see my bottom?Ó I half-sighed.  We were much more intimate now than weÕd been even a few minutes ago.
	ÒTurn around,Ó he said.  I gulped and hesitated a moment.  Then, relenting, I turned around so that my uncovered ass showed itself to him.  I could feel its plump curves attracting his eyes and I squeezed my cheeks in a vain attempt to somehow hide myself from him.
	Sherry stepped out of the shower.  She had a big fluffy towel wrapped around her, as if we were all at camp.  She walked calmly past me even as her husband told me to bend over and show him more of my bottom.  
	ÒWeÕll go cut some roses out back in a minute,Ó Sherry told me as she walked past.  Jeff roughly told me to bend farther, to touch my ankles and grab on to them.  Confused, I obeyed.  We were going outside dressed like this?  With her back to us, Sherry, on the other side of the bedroom now, dropped her towel.  Sure, why not?  The thread of her bikiniÕs panties would, like mine, run through her bottomÕs crack and hide nothing.  Only her nipples would be covered by her bikini, and not much of her pubic hair.  The bikini for her was laid on the guest bed and she picked it up and began trying to figure it out.  I think sheÕd worn one before, because it took her a lot less time than me.  Meanwhile, I was watching her with my hands on my ankles and my blood rushing to my head.  What was Jeff doing back there?  Too late, I turned to look.
	WHACK!  JeffÕs crop came blasting down onto my behind.  My head shot up and I grapped my hinds and rubbed them furiously.  I danced on my toes and found Jeff laughing at me, Sherry too, although she at least had the decency to put her hand over her mouth.
	ÒOoooh!  OOOOHH!  That HURT!Ó I yelped.  Flexing my ass cheeks to try to relieve the pain only made it sear within me again, as if a new stroke had been laid.  I shivered and shook and felt my breasts pop right out of my top.  When I finally settled down Sherry, dressed in her own bikini, came up to me.  Carefully she tucked my bosoms bag inside the nipple-cups that formed my bra.
	ÒIÕm sorry, dear,Ó she said.  ÒJeff, that was very rude!Ó she scolded her husband.  It was all very well for her, she was standing on the opposite side of me.  But it made me nervous because I was between her and Jeff and I still was facing him with my bare bottom!  ÒYou know we have to go out back and cut flowers.  How do you think sheÕll feel having the neighbors see her ass with a big bright red line across it?Ó
	ÒI was just showing her why itÕs so important to obey,Ó Jeff replied.  I thought IÕd heard him unzip himself while I was bent over and, looking again over my shoulder without being interrupted by the impact of a crop on my bottom, I saw to my heartbeating surprise that he had his cock out!  It was bigger than any IÕd ever imagined.  It was almost a tree trunk, and it was pulsing with a life of its own and had a  big bulbous head that twitched hungrily at me.
	ÒWell, itÕs very important to obey,Ó Sherry agreed, nodding.  She looked at me and finished straightening my bra.  ÒAlways do just what Jeff says, right away.  The crop will teach you that if you canÕt learn it on your own, so please do.  I donÕt want to see you hurt any more than you have to be!Ó Sherry told me quite candidly.  I felt myself swallowing and wanted to run.  But, looking back from her very serious eyes to JeffÕs cock again, I resolved to stay.  Anyway, we might be beyond my backing out.  I didnÕt want to test my luck and find I had none!
	ÒNow weÕre going to go out into the backyard and clip some roses for our party,Ó Sherry told me.  She seemed to want to hurry me past any thoughts I might have of begging to leave.  ÒLetÕs go out to the sunroom and get some gloves so you wonÕt cut your fingers on any of the thorns.  And boots, too.  The sprinkler might have come on in the last half-hour and I donÕt want your feet to get grass stains on them.Ó  Sherry took my hand and I found myself pulled past Jeff into the hall.  ÒAfter all, IÕm in no hurry to party with a man with a riding crop, are you?Ó Sherry asked me.
	ÒNo,Ó I agreed.  Jeff followed, but did not interfere or give us any orders.  We walked to the back of the house.  There was a sunroom there.  I could see the sun setting beyond the clifftop.  
	ÒItÕs very beautiful,Ó I said.  There wasnÕt much of a view but the sky was all red and the canyon walls stood up above us, rising into the sky, already deep in shadow.
	ÒThanks.  ItÕs our first house,Ó Sherry said.  ÒWe want a bigger one when we have kids.  Plus, when we have kids I donÕt want a dungeon in the house.Ó  She picked up some heavy work gloves.  She fitted them over my hands, careful not to break any of my nails.
	ÒA dungeon?  I donÕt see...Ó I said.  I looked around me.  There were just potted daisies and sunflowers in the sunroom.
	ÒDownstairs,Ó Sherry said.  She got work gloves for herself.  ÒI scream sometimes.  Jeff can hit hard.Ó  I looked back at him.  HeÕd somehow managed to stuff himself back into his trunks so the neighbors wouldnÕt see his manhood.  I smiled, he didnÕt smile back.  He was enjoying looking severe.  At least, I hoped he was enjoying it.  If IÕd even suspected he was serious I would have gone shooting out the door of the sunroom and climbed (somehow) over the rock wall that separated Jeff and SherryÕs from their neighbors.  After all, I was 14.  I didnÕt HAVE to do this!  I didnÕt have to do anything!
	Sherry spread out a soft towel on a work bench.  The bench looked very clean and polished but she laid out the towel anyway, to make my bottom more comfy.  Well, IÕd been struck with the crop.  IÕm sure I needed all the comfort I could get!  Sherry told me to sit down.  When I did she knelt in front of me.  She got big rubber workboots for my feet and put them on me, putting socks on me first so the tops of the boots wouldnÕt chafe my calves.  The socks stretched up to my knees.  They were nice and soft, like the towel I was sitting on.  I watched her, feeling odd with my big boots and gloves on, but only the tiniest of bikinis.  My mom was embarassed about my breasts when I wore a t-shirt.  What would she say if she saw me in a bra the size of two postage stamps?
	When Sherry and I were both dressed in our work boots and gloves we went out back to the garden.  I sighed in appreciation as I saw bush after bush blooming with roses.  Little flowers of blue and pink and gold ran between the bushes and the lawn, moist with the sprinklers, was cut like a golf course green.  Together Sherry and I padded across the carpet-like lawn and began our task of cutting roses for our party.  Jeff carried a bag for us to put them in.  It was clear plastic.  I looked up at their neighborsÕs house.  I saw a light go on in the second floor window.  Then it went off again, and I feared I knew why.
	ÒKeep working,Ó Jeff admonished me.  ÒYouÕre not out here to admire the scenery.Ó  
	ÒWhoÕs in the bedroom upstairs?Ó I asked.
	ÒJust some boy whoÕs been saved, for the moment at least, from going on the Internet and looking for porn,Ó he replied.
	ÒNothing beats girls in the flesh,Ó I gulped.  But I said it so quietly I hoped Jeff didnÕt hear me.  He seemed to have a thing against backtalk.  Could the boy see my bottom, where IÕd already been hit?  I hoped not.  Could his parents see me?  I could just see the boyÕs mother, staring down at me from their second floor window, and wondering if she should call the police.  Well, I hadnÕt been reported missing.  My mom was out of town.  But she would know that Jeff wasnÕt my dad.  He was too young.  So that only left, well, a niece maybe?  I donÕt think even uncles can dress their nieces in nothing bikinis and whack their bottoms with riding crops.  I glanced at Jeff but he seemed utterly unconcerned.  
	ÒBend over more,Ó Jeff told me.  His voice was loud.  Too loud.  ÒThe roses along the bottom of the bush need to be trimmed,Ó he said.  ÒThereÕs a groundhog in the area and sheÕll just come and eat them if we donÕt cut them off.Ó
	ÒJennifer!  YouÕre supposed to be doing your homework!Ó I heard a womanÕs voice shout.  It sounded stressed.  A bedroom window next to the first where the light had come on and gone off again came on.  Then, mysteriously, that light went out too, and did not reilluminate.
	ÒHoney, I really do think those biknis you bought for yourself and our niece in France are too small,Ó Jeff said.  ÒIÕm going to have to insist that you send them back.Ó
	ÒAlright dear,Ó Sherry called out to him.  We picked roses from the lowest branches on the bushes, bending way over, showing our heinies to whomever it was that was looking.
	ÒI swear, I thought you were that damn groundhog,Ó Jeff said to me as I bent and showed off my fanny with the mark across it.  ÒWell, if you girls flush it out from under one of those bushes, make sure you scream.  I donÕt want to kill it so I guess this crop will have to do.  Hopefully one good whack will scare it into never coming back.Ó  
	Sherry barely suppressed a giggle.  I found myself amazed at how Jeff, even holding a riding crop and dressing us in wild biknis, had somehow managed to annouce to the neighbors that we werenÕt up to anything bad.  I glanced at his crotch.  Well, that was still visible.  ShouldnÕt that make everyone know right off what was up?
	ÒI sure hate having to spend every night watching tapes on the Holy Bible,Ó Jeff said.  He was having a very fun time, I realized.  ÒI mean, weÕre MARRIED, honey!  Really, you church girls are no fun at all.Ó  
	Oh well, that settled that.  I hoped his neighbors were just a little gullible.  Imagine, two nearly naked girls in a back yard, one obviously not an adult, the other barely an adult, dressed in bikinis that would make a stripper blush and superintended by a man with a riding crop and a hard on!  I almost had to stop working, it was so funny.  But laughing might blow the whole deal.  I couldnÕt help myself.  Suddenly I found myself bolting upright and laughing so hard my ribs hurt.  Sherry began laughing too.  We were almost hysterical.
	ÒStop telling jokes!Ó  Jeff said very loudly.  ÒYouÕre supposed to be working, not fooling around!  We need those flowers for church tommorrow!Ó  
	My apologies to Ralph Reed, but that really cut me and Sherry up.  We laughed and laughed and laughed and had to make sure and turn around and face away from their neighborÕs house because our boobs popped right out of our tops and there was no way to get them back in or keep them there while we were laughing.  Of course, turning around did nothing for keeping our asses modest.  They jiggled freely as we laughed ourselves silly.  Our bottoms were high and tight but they had a nice fleshiness to them, SherryÕs especially, that I know must have made Jeff impossibly hard.  Already I was getting the feeling that he was an ass man.  Well, he had no regrets looking at us!  I just hoped the neighbor boy was a tit-boy, or whatever it is boys are who donÕt get turned on my girlÕs asses.
	When we finally had enough roses we came back inside.  It was cool inside now.  The house was open and the night air had filled it.  It had been cool in the afternoon, sequestered down in the depths of the canyon, but as night settled in the coolness took on a noticeable bite to it.  I didnÕt mind.  I knew my bottom would be too warm soon!
	Sherry and I shed our work things in the sunroom.  It was full of dusk now.  Instead of turning on a light she lit a simple candle and we undressed by it.  We kept on just our little bikinis.  She had me sit down on the bench again and she found heels for me in a closet and strapped them on.  I stood up in them.  The ankle straps were very thin and I wobbled a moment in them before I was able to gain my balance.
	ÒCan you walk in high heels?Ó Sherry asked.  She reached out and took my hands to keep me from falling over.
	ÒYes,Ó I answered.  As a preteen IÕd practised quite a lot, daring to dream of growing up, walking up and down the sidewalk and swinging my bottom so all the men looked, even the fathers, when they drove past in their cars with the little hearts on their license plates to keep all us children safe.  But I was used to wearing sneakers.  
	ÒTry walking in them.  I donÕt want you to break your ankle,Ó Sherry said to me.  I took a step, then another.  My bottom rolled atop my legs salaciously.  The heels were high.
	ÒI can do it, see?Ó I told her.  Except for standing up I was okay.  It had just been awhile, thatÕs all.  Playing on the beach every day makes you forget how to be elegant.
	ÒAlright,Ó Sherry answered.  ÒDo they feel comfortable?  I can almost guarantee you theyÕre the one item you wonÕt be taking off!Ó
	I shivered.  ÒYeah, as long as I can lie down most of the time they should be okay,Ó I quipped.
	ÒIÕll keep that in mind,Ó Jeff said.  He was having fun watching us.  
	ÒOh Jeff, youÕre just a big rude animal,Ó Sherry scolded him.  ÒBut IÕll put heels on for you sweetie, since that groundhog still hasnÕt shown up and you might decide that IÕm a groundhog instead!Ó
	ÒYouÕre looking more like one every minute,Ó Jeff replied wryly.
	ÒThanks, honey,Ó Sherry said dryly.  She sat down and I put on the heels sheÕd chosen for herself.  Hers were even more challenging than mine.  I wore four-inchers, but she was determined to party in fives.  Carefully I buckled her straps so that they would be nice and tight and not make her trip.  There were several buckles on hers and I had to do each one.  By the time I got done, I realized her feet were practically prisoners!  
	Sherry stood up.  ÒThey really do lift up your bottom, donÕt they?Ó she asked me.  To tease Jeff she turned her fanny toward him.  Hers was nice and high but, mounted on her legs with her feet strapped into those heels, she looked absolutely heavenly!  Jeff was forced to clear his throat, looking at her.  We both showed him our asses then, and waggled them at him like whores just to tease him.  He was forced to clear his throat again and, when he had, he said in almost a pleading voice, 
	ÒCan we please party now?Ó 
	ÒYes,Ó I agreed.  ÒI have to go pee but Jeff wonÕt let me.Ó
	ÒWell then we must certainly start the party,Ó Sherry said.  She took my hand and led me up the hall to small study.  Within were all sorts of law books, even code books describing all the penal codes and all the penalties.
	ÒJeff was studying to be a lawyer, but now heÕs decided to be a doctor instead,Ó Sherry told me confidentially.  He strode in behind us and Sherry bent down and lifted back the end of a throw rug, exposing a trap door.  Here, in the study, the floor was made of long planks of wood.  My breath caught in my throat when I saw the trap door in the floor.  This was going to be a real dungeon!  Totally private, sound-proofed.  Did I really want to go down there?  Jeff bent down and pulled up the trap door.  It swung open on hinges.  It looked too heavy for either of us girls.
	ÒLadies first,Ó Jeff said generously.  He pointed at the dark hole in the floor.  Sherry lit a candle.  It was stuck in a silver boat-shaped holder designed to keep her fingers from getting burned.  Carefully she walked with it over to the hole in the floor.  She put a hand on JeffÕs big shoulders and he held her gently as she found her footing on the ladder in the hole and began her descent.  
	I watched Sherry go down in the hole.  She seemed to shiver a little.  A cold wafting of air came up from the hole, even chillier than the air upstairs.  When her head had disappered within the hole I looked at Jeff.  
	ÒI donÕt want to go,Ó I said to him.  His answer was to unzip himself.  Fearfully I watched as he performed a silent strip show for me, presenting his cock to me first and then shucking his shorts off, lifting off his shirt to show me his bare chest, leaving only his sneakers.  ÒYou canÕt wear sneakers in bed,Ó I said.  He was blocking the door.  What else could I say?
	  ÒThereÕs no bed down there,Ó he answered.  I gulped hard and took one last look at his riding crop, then his dick.  He pointed at the hole in the floor and I knew there was no way I could get past him to escape from this room and this house.
	ÒAlright,Ó I said.  Shakily I put myself against him and I began down the ladder.  SherryÕs light could be seen down below, lighting the way for me.  Slowly I descended.  His cock was in my way and I kept bumping it as I tried to lower myself into the hole.  For once it wasnÕt turning me on.  I was too scared of what was going to happen to me.  But I somehow managed to get down inside the hole and find my way down the ladder.  As I alighted upon the stone floor of the dungeon Jeff leapt down the ladder after me and closed the trap door over his head so no one would know we were here.
	Sherry lit candles for us.  They were set in the wall.  When she was done she blew her candle in the boat holder out.  I gazed about me.  I pressed my arms together in front of me, nervously, and regarded my strange surroundings.  It looked like some perverted room Bilbo Baggins might retreat to when he had ladyfriends over.  It was a stone chamber, filled with equipment.  Jeff and Sherry had anything and everything a girlÕs mother always warned her to never encounter.  The kinds of things I imagined strangers owned, when I was a little girl.  Big paddles, with holes cut through them.  Masks and hoods and blindfolds.  A whipping post, and beside it a cage, so small a girl could only crouch inside.  A rape rack was built into one wall where a girl could be tied and fucked standing up.  Next to it a trestle stood where a girl could be bent over and fucked.  Like Jeff had warned me, there was no bed anyplace.  Just a stone floor and endless variations on torture equipment.
	ÒWelcome to our dungeon,Ó Sherry said to me.  ÒYouÕre a little overdressed for it at the moment but weÕll take care of that.Ó  I turned from my fearful appraisal of the room to see her bringing a big double-decker cake out from what looked to be a kitchenette.  She laid it down on a table with cuffs on it.  The table was obviously designed to be something a girl could be punished on, but for the moment it would just be an ordinary table, with our cake on top of it.  Next she went back to the kitchen and returned with a chilled bottle of liquor.  She set it down next to the cake.  She went back to the kitchen and brought out two wine glasses.  
	ÒIs there a bathroom down here?Ó I asked.  I remembered I had to pee.  My need was quite pronounced now.  I put a hand to my pussy to still my desire to pee right then and there, on their floor.
	Sherry laughed.  ÒDown here?  No, darling.  Jeff will have you pee when it suits him.  If you canÕt hold it, of course, youÕll get extra punishment.  ItÕs your choice.Ó  Pleadingly I turned and looked at Jeff.  He was expressionless.  And quite naked.  His big cock stood up stiff and demanding.  DidnÕt he have to pee?  
	I turned back to Sherry to see her coming at me with a knife.  ÒSherry!  IÕm sorry--I donÕt have to pee!Ó I cried.  (Even though I did.)  
	ÒSilly, IÕm just going to cut off all these clothes youÕre wearing,Ó she said.  
	ÒAll these--?Ó I began.  But she resolutely put her knife to my bra.  With the sharp end of her knife pointing outward she cut the slim string that held my cups on and they both popped off.  There was nothing left of my bra except the neck tie, with the center string right between my bosoms cut away.  But she insisted on cutting the neck tie too.  The remains of my bra, severed and useless, fell to the floor.
	ÒNow for your panties,Ó Sherry said.  
	ÒSherry, its cold down here and--Ó I began, but my plea went unanswered.  She put her knife along my hip, slipping it under my drawstring, and slashed away my panties.  They quickly skittered down my legs.  They did not wait to be cut again, like my bra.
	ÒThere, thatÕs better,Ó Sherry smiled.  She handed me the knife.  ÒNow do me.  We mustnÕt have anything left to wear.Ó
	ÒWell, I canÕt wear my bikini again, thereÕs no question about that,Ó I said ruefully.  It lay in pieces on the floor and I doubted any seamstress could reattach those little strings.
	Reluctantly I lifted the knife and put it between her breasts.  ÒWell, they were kind of uncomfortable bikinis,Ó I mused.
	ÒYes,Ó Sherry agreed.  I cut her bra open.  She gave a little yelp as her nipples sprang out.  ÒSorry, I just-- careful with that knife!Ó Sherry said.
	I looked at her nipples.  They were long and delicate and my knife was big and sharp.  Did I hate her for bringing me down here?  No, I didnÕt.  IÕd asked to come.  At least I think I had.  I put my knife down to her panties.  ÒIn Africa they cut off a girlÕs clit,Ó I said aloud.
	ÒI know,Ó Sherry answered.  Her voice had a little tremble in it.  I cut her panties away.  They fell down her legs.
	ÒNow letÕs cut the cake,Ó Sherry said.  She took the knife back from me.  We left our ruined biknis lying in the floor.  We walked over to the table and Jeff followed us.  Sherry took a match and lit the candles on top of the cake.  There were a lot of them.  She said each one was for a time her husband had fucked her.  They were more newly married than IÕd thought.  
	When all the candles were lit Sherry took me by the hand.  ÒWeÕve got to blow them out together, and promise to serve Jeff to the best of our ability,Ó she told me.  
	ÒAlright,Ó I answered.  ÒDo I get to pee then?Ó
	ÒYou may pee whenever you wish.  Just be prepared to be punished for it,Ó Sherry said.  ÒDonÕt you think I have to pee too?Ó  She squeezed my hand.  ÒDo your best, or weÕre both in for a royal spanking.Ó  With that, she drew in her breath.  I followed her example.  I didnÕt know what else to do.  I still didnÕt want a spanking, even one made for royalty!  Our bosoms rose high on our chests.  We blew.  Our bosoms shook as we exhaled over the scented candles.  
	ÒYou missed one,Ó Jeff said when weÕd blown all our air out.
	ÒOh, no!Ó Sherry cried.  She bent and blew quickly again, her bare breasts swaying sweetly beneath her.  The candle went out, but it was too late.  It counted against us.  ÒI knew I shouldnÕt have smoked in high school,Ó Sherry said regretfully.  
	ÒLetÕs eat first.  IÕm hungry,Ó Jeff said.  ÒCut the cake.Ó
	ÒThank God for your stomach,Ó Sherry said.  She turned and regarded him.  His tummy was flat and hard but he loved cake, and we couldnÕt help but love him for that!  ÒDonÕt you have to pee, dear?Ó Sherry asked her husband as she sliced into our cake.  He said nothing.  All men have big bladders.  At least all the ones with big cocks do.  I guess thatÕs why us girls have to go so often.  We have nothing but pussies!
	Sherry gave me a slice of cake first.  She lifted it with her hands.  ÒDonÕt you have plates?Ó I asked.
	ÒOf course not, dear,Ó Sherry smiled.  ÒWe go primitive down here.  Take this piece.  It has a flower on it and Jeff doesnÕt like the flowers.Ó  I accepted the cake.
	ÒUm, how do I eat it?Ó I asked.  
	ÒJust break off pieces and put them in your mouth,Ó Sherry smiled.  ÒItÕs finger food!Ó  
	We stood around eating our cake.  I tried to eat as daintily as I could, and Sherry did too.  I didnÕt really want cake all over me.  Jeff ate casually, like a man does, not really caring whether he makes a mess or not.  I guess it was he whoÕd insisted on no plates or forks, just a big knife.  This dungeon seemed to be perfect for men and their fantasies.  JeffÕs crop waited on the table for him while he munched on his cake.
	ÒI wanted chocolate.  This is vanilla,Ó he told Sherry.
	ÒItÕs AngelÕs Food cake, dear,Ó Sherry corrected him.
	ÒWell, no matter, youÕre getting spanked already for not blowing out all the candles, plus embarassing me by laughing outside.Ó
	ÒFor laughing?Ó Sherry asked.  ÒWe were allowed to laugh if we wanted.Ó
	ÒSays who?Ó Jeff asked.
	ÒUm, yes master,Ó Sherry replied.  She looked at me and rolled her eyes.  I hoped Jeff wasnÕt really serious.  It sounded like we were both in for a serious tanning, and I still had to go to the bathroom!
	When we were done eating our pieces of cake we licked each otherÕs fingers clean.  It was very sensuous.  IÕd never done something like this before and I found sucking on each of SherryÕs digits fascinated me.  I wondered what it would be like to suck on her toes, or have her suck mine, or have all three of us sucking each other.  I felt wetter than ever between my legs, and I still hadnÕt gotten permssion to pee.
	Sherry picked up the bottle of champagne.  I feared she would aim it at me.  Instead, as I backed away, she popped the cork and shot the spurting contents all over JeffÕs dick.  He howled with surprise.  She hosed him real good, getting his big thing all wet and directing the spray down under his legs to shoot it all over his balls.  He did not insist on retaliating.  
	ÒWell, IÕm glad you took that like a man,Ó Sherry smiled at him.  
	ÒJust pour me a drink,Ó he answered.  ÒAnd then you two finish the bottle.Ó
	Sherry and I stared at each other.  We already had to go to the bathroom quite badly.  Jeff passed up a chance at one of the two glasses on the table and drank from the bottle directly.  Then he handed it back to Sherry and told her to fill our glasses with whatever was left.  We each had to drink two whole glassfulls and I found myself a little tipsy when it was over.
	ÒDonÕt be worried about getting a little drunk.  YouÕll be glad for it when we pay for all our crimes and misdemeanors,Ó Sherry assured me.  She took my glass from me and put it back on the table.  It was quite empty, and my tummy was quite full and sparkly.
	Sherry turned to Jeff.  She was wriggling and I was too.  ÒJeff, I mean, Master, may we please have permission to pee?!Ó Sherry asked him.  Her face took on an anguished look and I saw she was standing with her thighs pressed tightly together.  I put my hand down to my pussy and held it.  I did really have to go, just like I used to when I was in kindergarten!
	ÒYou donÕt have my permission, but if you want to get less punishment for it youÕll use your champagne glasses and at least do it like proper young ladies,Ó Jeff said.  He slapped his thigh with his riding crop.
	ÒOh, thank you, master!Ó Sherry said, half campily, but to my great relief, at least!  She gave me my glass back and led me over to a little drain set in the middle of the stone floor.  ÒCrouch down.  WeÕll pee and then empty our glasses into the drain.Ó
	ÒSherry, I have to go more than one glassfull!Ó I told her.  
	ÒWell, youÕll have to stop your flow, then,Ó she answered.  She crouched down, eager to go.  ÒDonÕt pee on the floor or your hand, whatever you do.  YouÕll get extra strokes for missing the glass or overfilling it.Ó
	She began peeing.  SheÕd played this game with her husband before, I guessed, for when her glass was full she very neatly stopped her flow with her abdominal muscles and held herself in while she emptied her glass into the drain.  I got down, crouching like a mare in the barn.  How could I possibly pee this way?  It was so obscene!  But one look at Jeff with his crop assured me that IÕd better find a way.
	I peed into my glass.  I coudnÕt stop myself.  It wasnÕt my fault, I todl myself, IÕd had to go longer than Sherry.  But she scolded me, still crouching and peeing herself, as she saw me overfill my glass.  
	ÒIÕm sorry master,Ó I said with utter sincerity, looking up at Jeff.
	ÒExtra strokes,Ó he replied.  ÒYou remember that one I have you in the bedroom upstairs?Ó  I reached back and touched my heinie and suddenly found I was able to stop my flow.
	ÒYes,Ó I breathed.  It still hurt.  Fortunately it hadnÕt formed a welt.  But I had no doubt if I stayed the night I woulndÕt be so lucky by morning.
	Sherry and I finished our peeing.  I was less than expert at it.  Tutting her disapproval, Sherry went to the kitchenette.  She returned with a soft wet towel and wiped me between my legs.  ÒI daresay I got a bit more than pee down there,Ó she scolded me.
	ÒWell, I am a little excited,Ó I replied.  She wiped herself too, and I knew she was as liquidy between her legs as I was.  Even Jeff was dripping pre-cum.  We were all quite enamored of each otherÕs bodies.  We had absolutely nothing on, and our surroundings were lewd, to put it mildly.  Everything down here seemed designed to inflict pain.  I glanced again at all the awful things that surrounded me.  Whips, hanging on a wall, dreaming of days past and hoping to be chosen again.  A chair with a seat I just knew, from the hinges at the back of it, that was designed to fall away.  There was a chafing dish down in the center of the chairÕs interconnected legs.  It had coals in it, waiting to be lit.  Talk about getting a hot seat!  A girl would find herself sitting on just a small ledge, the rest of the chairÕs seat gone, dropped away, and the chafing dish, intended to cook food, would instead be used to cook her bottom!  
	ÒCome honey,Ó Sherry said to me.  She took my wrist.  ÒItÕs time we see which one of us gets whipped first.Ó  She drew me in amongst the equipment.  I saw a long rubber mat laid down in amonst the implements of torture.  It was back behind the chair.  It ran on and on, like a runway, back through the machines.  TheyÕd been moved aside to accomodate it.  I saw that someone had covered it entirely with whipped cream.
	ÒWe have our cleaning lady set up the room for us when we want to play,Ó Sherry said.  ÒShe came in while we were at the beach.  SheÕs quite old, and speaks only Spanish.  SheÕs homeless, but she lives in a shanty down the road.Ó  I remembered passing a homeless settlement of illegal aliens as we drove into the canyon.  ÒSheÕs never told anyone, and I expect her not to, either, or IÕll report her to INS.  SheÕs cleans up the dungeon afterward too, of course.Ó  Sherry tossed her head.  Her hair was luxurious and brown, like the hills that enclosed us.  I wondered if weÕd ever be old someday.  ÒAnyway, this is our little competition.  JeffÕs always made me do it alone before.  ItÕll be fun to have someone to beat,Ó Sherry explained.  ÒThose two bolsters behind the chair are what you and I will get down on.  You have to ride it with your pussy against it, dragging it down to the other end of the mat with you.  You can lift your head and bosoms but you have to keep your pussy against the bolster as much as possible.  Jeff will watch for infractions.Ó
	ÒWhat happens when we get to the far end of the mat?Ó I asked, staring into the gloom.  It ended somewhere down there.  Jeff flicked a lightswitch and the shadows drew back.  I saw more awful equipment, and, running through them, the runway like mat layered with cream.
	ÒAt the end of the mat, you have to put your hands back behind you and open yourself.  This is to show Jeff youÕre not using your hands for this part of the contest.  ThereÕs a big soft pillow at the end of the mat, one for each of us.  Rest your chin on it.  Above your pillow youÕll see a hot dog.  ItÕs cold and raw, but you have to eat it as fast as you can.  ItÕs held by a cock ring fitted near the base of the wall.  I donÕt know what the people who built this dungeon used those screw-down rings in the wall for but we just stick hotdogs in them.  Each your hot dog right down to the cock ring and lick and bite out whatever is left stuck inside the ring.  The wall is recessed to let you get at the ring, so donÕt hesitate.  And donÕt gag, either.  Jeff knows CPR but heÕs liable to pound you to smithereens trying to do it.  I donÕt even let him practise it on me, heÕs so rough.  When youÕre all finished look for the whistle lying between our pillows.  ThereÕs only one, and the winner gets it.  Grab it using just your tongue and teeth and blow hard.  Then youÕll be the winner.Ó
	ÒWhat do I get for winning?Ó I asked.  
	ÒItÕs more like what you donÕt get,Ó Sherry replied, and said no more.
	Jeff made me sit down on the hot seat.  I was deathly afriad he intended to burn my bottom, but Sherry told me not to worry.  He fitted big iron rings to my ankles, right over the ankle straps for my shoes.  He locked them in place.  They were connected by a heavy chain.  When I stood up I found the chain dragged along the floor when I walked.  Fortunately, the floor was smooth.  Some workman must have labored down here for months making the floor just right.  Sherry assured me it wasnÕt she or Jeff.  TheyÕd bought the house this way, and simply added themselves to it.  
	ÒIt was dusty down here when we first bought it, but thatÕs it,Ó Sherry said.  ÒOur cleaning lady cleaned it up for us, of course.  ItÕs nice to have a cleaning lady.  I think maybe a child molester or drug dealer or somebody owned this house before us.  We found the dungeon on our own.  The realtor never mentioned it.  And,Ó she looked at Jeff.  ÒIt definitely wasnÕt included in the price.Ó
	Jeff put heavy iron manacles on my wrists.  These he left unchained so I could move my arms in front of myself or behind myself.  I was grateful for that.  I felt more excited than ever as I watched Sherry put into the same kind of manacles I wore.  We were both so beautiful, could we really be letting a man fit us out with irons?  We had absolutely nothing on but our chains.  I looked at Jeff and saw he was inexplicably hard, bigger even than heÕd been earlier.  The champagne had dried from his cock but it shone with a kind of glow of its own.  I longed to just skip the competition and pledge and enslave myself to his penis forever.  ÔHis Royal Penis,Õ IÕd call him.  Skip the royal punishment heÕd promised us.  His penis was so huge it promised to be punishment enough, just trying to get it inside me.  
	I looked at Sherry frankly as she stood up beside me.
	ÒThese are heavy,Ó she said, feeling her bonds.  ÒYou didnÕt chain me before, Jeff.Ó
	ÒThereÕs a first for everything, and you promised youÕd try anything once,Ó Jeff replied.
	ÒSherry, are you going to let me love your husband as much as you do?Ó I asked her.  She looked at me.
	ÒYou mean, am I going to let him fuck you?Ó
	ÒWell, yes, if I want him to,Ó I said.  Jeff laughed.
	ÒI guess so,Ó she replied.  ÒBut remember.  WeÕre only doing this once.  After that heÕs all mine again, and you go back to your beachball and your mom.Ó
	ÒYouÕre a bitch,Ó I said to her.  ÒJeff will like me better than you when this night is over.Ó
	ÒWhat a great time for a competition!Ó Jeff exclaimed.  ÒGet on your bolsters, girls.Ó  He walked to the wall and hung up his crop and got down a long whip.
	ÒWhatÕs that for?Ó I asked him.
	ÒYou donÕt want to lose the race, do you?Ó he asked.
	ÒNo,Ó I said.
	ÒWell, if you fall behind, IÕll whip your bottom, like a horse, so youÕll race faster.Ó  Jeff grinned at me.
	ÒYouÕre so helpful, Jeff,Ó Sherry sighed.  She looked at me.  We were a little less envious of each other now as we comtemplated our mutual fate.  ÒThereÕs no polite way to do this, no matter what the rules,Ó she said.  Looking down, I could see that if I got down on that big bolster, putting it between my legs so I could pull it down the mat to the other end, IÕd be showing off my tail.  Not just a little, but a lot.  IÕd practically be flaunting it!  
	ÒDid Jeff invent this game?Ó I asked Sherry.
	ÒYes,Ó she sighed.  Without further ado she plopped down onto her bolster.  Like mine, it was encased it a white sheet-like covering, tied off at both ends, to make it slide smoothly.  There was some lace trim on the bolster, making it pretty.  I imagined it had come from some very nice, white-sheeted daybed.  The bed, of course, was nowhere to be seen.  
	Lying atop her bolster, SherryÕs thighs fell off it on either side, much like when one lies atop a big horse.  Her knees and calves lay frankly in the cream of on the mat.  Her elbows, too, were forced to take purchase on the mat, where they sank into the cream.  
	ÒUnder the cream is a layer of vaseline, just to make everything as slick as possible,Ó Sherry said.  She had to turn her head and look behind herself, over her shoulder, to talk to me.  Her hair tumbled down over her slim shoulders and the ends of it skimmed the cream.  
	ÒSherry, I can see your butthole and your pussy and everything, just like youÕre a newborn,Ó I said to her.
	ÒI know,Ó she blushed.  ÒGet down here beside me.  YouÕre not allowed to be a spectator!Ó  
	I flopped down onto my bolster.  I could feel my pussy and ass open up behind me as I spread my thighs to get myself properly down on my bolster.
	ÒThese chains are going to slow us down and make us have to work harder,Ó I said to Sherry.
	ÒI know, dear.  ThatÕs why Jeff made us put them on.  DonÕt fall behind,Ó she added, with a quick glance at JeffÕs dangling whip.  HeÕd let the tip dangle over our bottoms as a warning.
	ÒReady girls?Ó Jeff asked.
	ÒNo,Ó I admitted.
	ÒKelly, you get a head start,Ó Jeff told me.  ÒSince youÕve never done this before.  But at the halfway mark IÕm going to start encouraging whoever is behind.Ó
	ÒOkay,Ó I gulped.  It was all I could think to say.
	ÒReady, set, go!Ó Jeff shouted.  He lashed his whip against the back of the hot seat chair to let us know weÕd better get moving.  
	I yanked and pulled at the front of my bolster.  It slipped easily along the mat.  But keeping my pussy pressed down to it meant my tail was holding me back.  It felt wide and open behind me, but I knew just crawling on all fours and dragging the bolster without lying on it would get me an instant whipping.  
	I pulled and pulled and pulled at my bolster.  I quickly found out that keeping my belly pressed down to it meant my cunny was getting rubbed each time I pulled on my bolster.  I gasped at the pleasure.  IÕd be screaming by the time I got to the other end!  This was a kind of self-masturbaton!
	ÒGo!Ó I heard behind me.  Sherry had been given permission to start.  Like seals we bobbed nude on our bolsters trough the sea of cream.  My head bounced up and down as I slid along, doing a kind of breast stroke with my legs, the chains holding me back, making me struggle more.  I yanked at the front of my bolster and Jeff, appearing beside me, watched with pleased amazement as my boobies flung themselves all around, twin little beach balls caught forever in a juggling crosswind.
	Sherry came up alongside me.  ÒHalfway!Ó she breathed.  But she was tired from working so hard to catch me.  Her pace was forced to slow a little and we bobbed along, neck and neck.  I was getting the hang of this now and I found I could just keep pace with her.  Then, suddenly, I saw her head pass mine.  I felt a stinging rebuke on my bottom.
	ÒYeeeowwww!Ó I screeched.
	ÒGo, Kelly!  YouÕre my girl!Ó Jeff laughed.  Squirming atop my bolster I tried extra hard to catch Sherry.  I did, and she hollared as the whip landed on her.  Mightily we struggled then, each of us almost neck and neck.  Whenever one of us fell even a little behind Jeff gave us his Ôencouragement,Õ flaying our bottom with a stroke of his whip.
	Howling, panting, swooning from the rubbing of our clits against the bolsters, Sherry and I raced down the length of the mat.  She arrived at her pillow just before I did and I felt JeffÕs whip strike hard into my asscheeks to make me be sorry.  
	ÒOwwwwoooo!Ó I yelped.  But I just as quickly forced myself to take the big hot dog waiting over my pillow.  I stuffed as much of it into my mouth.  I gobbled at it like IÕd never eaten anything in my life.  Beside me, Sherry greedily ate at hers.  Neither of us wanted to lose.  At the same time, to keep ourselves from cheating, we reached back and spread our flaming asses for Jeff.  I felt quite fearful doing it, sure he would whip me right on my pussy.  But he waited, seeing now who would win.  
	I ate my hotdog right down to the cock ring in the wall.  I licked the ring clean.  I looked for the whistle between our pillows, and saw Sherry doing the same.  ÔPlease, God, I MUST have that whistle!Õ I begged Jesus.  I saw SherryÕs tongue sticking out.  She almost had it!  We went at each other then, fighting with our tongues, each of us trying to push the otherÕs mouth back.  The whistle was right between us, just above our noses.  It was hard fighting and keeping my ass open for Jeff, but I dared not let go of my behind.  He let his whipÕs tail dangle and lick at my bottom just to make sure I remembered it.
	ÒTweeet!  Tweeet!Ó I heard in my ears.  Did I have it?  No!  That momentary remembrance of the state of my bottom had let Sherry steal away with the whistle.  She blew on it like a madwoman, still keeping her bottoms apart with her hands to show she hadnÕt cheated.
	I began crying.  I had tried so hard, and IÕd lost.  Now I was naked in a dungeon with just a whipped ass and nothing else, save the chains that weighed down my feet and the manacles locked to my wrists.  And my heels, of course, with heels so high I risked breaking an ankle walking in them.  And, on top of that, I was up to my legs and elbows in whipped cream.  My pussy ate hungrily at me.  IÕd rubbed it on the bolster so much it felt like it had some sensual fire burning within it.  Bravely I kept my hinds open to show IÕd at least tried my best.  I was sure Jeff would flay me alive with his whip but instead he just knelt down behind me and kissed me.  On my ass, of course.  I let go of my fanny and grabbed my pillow with my hands and bit into it.  He licked and licked and licked at me right on all the marks heÕd given me with the whip.  Pressing my face into my pillow I bit it, hard.  I prayed he decided to fuck me, anyplace, instead of beating me more with that awful whip.  It was a devilÕs bargain, but I still didnÕt want to be spanked, even now, even with my chains on and my bottom bare.
	ÒJeff,Ó Sherry whined beside me.  ÒYouÕre supposed to fuck the winner!Ó  
	ÒWell, I changed my mind,Ó Jeff said behind me.  I felt a rude bump against my tail and realized it was his cock.
	ÒOhhhh!Ó Sherry glowered.  She got up and found she could do little with the heavy chains weighing her down.  She kicked my arm with her open-toed shoes.  ÒYouÕre the loser!  YouÕre supposed to get whipped!Ó Sherry shrieked at me.  I wanted to tell her that I was going to steal her house and her husband too, but I knew taking Jeff in my ass wasnÕt going to be easy.  I felt a slick wetness bump into me again and realized heÕd lubed himself up.  A quick spooning of his cock on the tarmac would have taken care of that.  I bit my pillow and waited.  He rimmed my hole with a finger that felt like it had been scraped on the tarmac.  It was greasy and he tested my hole with it.  
	ÒGod, sheÕs tight,Ó Jeff said to his wife.  She knelt down beside him and looked at my fanny as if she were a nurse.  
	ÒDonÕt spare her, Jeffie,Ó she said.  ÒMake her take all of you.Ó  She was vengeful.  
	ÒThis is going to hurt.  But if you prefer it to a whipping, itÕs what youÕre going to get,Ó Jeff told me.  
	ÒItÕs what you WANT her to get,Ó Sherry said.  
	ÒSo it is,Ó Jeff replied.  I felt his hardness knock against my ass.  Squeezing my eyes shut I tried not to squeeze my cheeks.  I knew IÕd have to be as open as possible to take his monster thing.  Sherry, feeling a little less put out now at seeing how IÕd have to suffer to accept him within me, rubbed my bottom.  Then she parted my cheeks with her hands.  Jeff pushed himself forward.  In the cream, his knees sliding, he didnÕt have much to purchase himself on.  I felt his cockhead press hard against my sphincter.  For a moment it was just his penis tip and my hole, doing a kind of pole dance, with his pole trying to sink into my hole.  I could feel his weight bearing fiercely down on me as he shifted his hips forward to fuck me.  His knees slid out from under him and I found his body atop mine, his pole pressing unbearably hard.  I gasped.  I bit my pillow and prayed to God.  Sherry yanked my cheeks wider apart and, suddenly, thinking of myself as nothing but openess, openess, a hoping to poop out a turd, I suddenly found him up inside me.  I was plugged!  Not by much, just the first half of his cockhead, but it was a start.
	For the next hour he worked over me, slowly, getting deeper and deeper as the seconds ticked by.  I cried and wept into my pillow.  Sherry bent down, letting herself sprawl in the cream, and licked at my pussy.  Jeff worked like a stallion breaking in a new mare until, at last, I had enough of him inside me to let him do his work.  Back and forth he shunted, and when he let himself go I felt a huge spurting of his cum deep into the very depths of my bowels.             
   
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