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Date: 3 May 1997 23:23:36 GMT
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         "She's my niece," Cybil replied.  "She's only visiting for a day
or two.  I've told everyone to be on their best behavior.  That includes
you, Alex."  I did not know whether to belive Cybil.  A nose pressed
itself to the glass of the kitchen window.  How long had such a little
waif lived here?  Alex seemed in turmoil.  All his beliefs, all his
morals, were on the line now.  Had Cybil planned this?  Had Kali known? 
How could she?  They had just met.  Yet their minds had woven together
quickly, torturing Alex, just as Kali had promised him, just as he had
asked.  Every chance event was brought into play, used to mount his
tension up higher.    
         "Ah, you're nothing but cunts, all of you," Alex said, and
promptly unzipped himself.
         "Alex!  Please don't be rude at our little party by showing us
your thing!" Cybil scolded.  Alex's underpants bulged through the opening
created in his trousers.  
         "There are people watching, Alex," Kali warned.  "Not just women,
but undoubtedly men too.  Do you want them comparing themselves with you? 
Do you want the females looking at your thing and sizing it up against
that of their own lover?"
         "Alex, I expect you to behave properly at my little bed and
breakfast," Cybil chimed in.  "Especially with my little niece present. 
It would be very offensive for you to take out your manhood and show it
off in front of everybody."  
         I looked up.  I thought I saw a pair of eyes staring from an
upstairs window.  Two more seemed to join them.  The light was still
bright outside and I could not be sure...  There were many watching
perhaps, eyes in each window, if they weren't busy.  Resting between bouts
of love they gazed down upon us, remembering perhaps their own
presentation in the yard.
         Pop!  Alex opened his underpants and released himself.  Like
children, Cybil and Kali emitted short screams.  I joined them, relishing
a loud "Eeek!" even as I marveled at the spectacle of Alex's throbbing
cock.
         "God, there's so much of it!  It may take me hours to punish a
big piece of meat like that," Kali swooned.  I sipped again from Alex's
glass, raising my eyes to him as I received the lemony fluid on my tongue.
 It was fresh, newly-squeezed.  
         Cybil took Alex's cock twixt her fingers, admired it in the
sunlight.  She took his lemonade glass and smiled at him.  Gently she
thrust his big manhood directly into the glass, letting the stinging, cold
lemonade wash over it.  Alex grimaced, savoring the feeling even as it
distressed him.
         "Now drink it," Cybil told me, taking out Alex's cock and passing
the lemonade glass over to me.  I took it, feeling the wetness of the
glass in my palms.  "Drink it all," Cybil commanded.  Working my throat, I
gulped it down.  
         Alex gazed bemused at his cock.  It was wet, dripping.  Cybil let
it stem freely in the air once more.  I passed the empty lemonade glass to
her and she set it aside on the grass.
         The maid returned.  Alex stared in horror as she walked out,
silent but precociously wriggling, and bent over and picked up the glass. 
When she stooped down I could see her undies.  They were soft, cottony
white.  I saw the inrolling of her little bottom cheeks, knew Alex did to.
         "Why do you allow her to be here?" Alex asked.
         "She is properly dressed sir.  You are the one who is not," Cybil
replied.
         "Don't worry, I learned all about penises in elementary school,"
the maid replied.  She presented herself to Alex, as if addressing Santa
at Christmas.  Alex seemed to stiffen even more at the thought that she
might want to sit in his lap.  "What's your name?" the maid asked. 
"Mine's Becky."
         "Al-" he could not say more.
         "Al Bundy?  You sell shoes?" Becky giggled.  She turned to Cybil.
 "Your shirt looks like a bib," she remarked.  
         "Yes, dear, to catch sperm spills," Cybil replied.
         "Oh, yes.  I learned about that too," Becky said, returning her
eyes to Alex.  "Please don't play with yourself, Al, because I learned
that when men play with themselves all this yucky white stuff shoots out!"
         "Do you ever play with yourself, Becky?" Alex asked.  His voice
trembled a little.  It was a forbidden conversation.  Janet Reno would not
have hesitated to arrest him.
         "A little," Becky said.  Inspired, she put a hand between her
legs and rubbed herself.  "Even though I'm not supposed to."  She flashed
a glance at Cybil.  Our hostess, however, had lifted up her top and was
struggling to free herself from it.  Her breasts, unprotected now, jiggled
softly on her chest.  Her nipples were as hard as my own.
         "It's alright, dear," Cybil said.  She got off her shirt, tossed
her mane twice.  It was lovely vampire hair, her breasts like Vampirella.
         "Why did you take off your bib, mommie?" Becky asked.
         "She's your daughter?" Alex groaned.
         "No, but I let her call me that," Cybil replied.
         "My mommie's divorced," Becky explained to Alex.  Even as she
spoke she kept fondling herself.  Alex's cock stuck up stiffly.
         Cybil shook her breasts.  "I just wanted my top off so I could
enjoy the last rays of the sun," she said.  Her breasts were snow white,
they had not been tanned at all, so far as I could see, though the rest of
her was lightly tanned.  Perhaps she wanted to catch up on the places the
sun had missed.  It was too late, though, I thought.  The sun was shafting
through the trees now, its rays distinct sunbeams, glancing off the birds
as they passed through them, darting from tree to tree.
         "How are your new underpants fitting?" Cybil asked Becky.  She
took hold of the girl's dress and lifted it up.  Cybil's panties had
little flowers printed on them.
         "Fine," Cybil answered.  She kept her hand within her thighs,
enjoying the brush of her fingers against her twat.
         Becky turned to me.  "Why is your bottom bare?" she asked.  I
blushed.  I had forgotten my nudity.  The caress of the early evening,
late afternoon air upon it had become an accustomed luxury.
         "She doesn't have any panties," Cybil explained.  "Would you let
her try yours on?" 
         "Sure," Becky replied frankly.  With artless grace she ceased her
masturbating and pulled down her undies.
         "No," Alex groaned.  His hands flirted with the stem of his cock.
         "Keep your hands away from that," Kali warned him.  "It's bad
enough that you display your rude thing to little girls, right out here
where everyone can see you.  Please don't jerk off in front of us!"  Alex
obeyed.  He was given options as much as orders.  Would anyone have
stopped him if he beat his meat in front of little wide-eyed Becky?  She
handed me her underpants.  I took them.  They were small, for junior
girl's bottoms.  I could hardly fit into them, though my hips were still
narrow, immature, but with a gentle, swelling grace to them, promising
future developments.  My bottom stuck out round and full.  Becky's was as
pert as mine, though little still, the cheeks sweetly swelling, ripe for
picking.
         "Try them on," Kali told me.  "You must, since she was nice
enough to offer them.  Becky looked at me expectantly, her hands pressed
to her hips.  Silently Cybil unzipped the girl's raised skirt and drew the
garment off her.  Becky did not notice, so pleased with herself was she
that her new panties were the center of attention.
         All eyes were upon me as I stood, Kali neatly unzipping my own
dress even as I stood.  With my heeled shoes I stepped first into one
little leghole, then the other.  I drew the flower-print panties up my
slim calves, over my knees.  They stopped halfway up my thighs.
         "Oh!  They are too small!" Becky said sadly.  I blushed, my naked
dell visible to all who might be watching, my bottom equally naughty.  "I
bet you'd like them, if you could get them on!" Becky assured me.  "They
are very pretty, don't you think?" 
         "Yes," I breathed.  
         "Maybe Alex can help," Kali offered.  She took me lightly by my
hips and turned my bottom to Alex's stiff upstanding prong.  He seized my
hips and drew me back.  I felt his pestle come against my rose.
         "God, you are one hell of a tight cherry!" Alex announced.  He
pulled my butthole deeper into his pronging stiff knob.  I felt my O
hard-pressed.  I did not like the feeling of imminent intrusion.  It was
harsh, unyielding.  I felt like a post was being stuck up against my hole.
 He yanked me back by my thighs.  I gasped.  My bottomhole yielded just
enough to let his purplish knob butt half-way into it.  
         "Eeek!" Becky screamed.  She seemed genuinely concerned for my
fate.  Her hairless slit slumbered between her carelessly open legs.  She
showed her puss without knowing it.  Cybil put a hand to her bottom and
caressed it gently.
         "It's alright, darling.  These are adult games," Cybil assured
little Becky.  "Would you like to run upstairs and take your bath now?"
         "N-Nooo," Becky replied, not taking her eyes off my fate, Alex's
prong deep-pressing into my wanton hole.
         Alex reached up.  Satisfied for the moment with his achievement,
he undid the remaining buttons on my jacket.  He pulled it open, showed my
breasts.  They joggled with unexpected delight into the open air.  My
nipples were as erect as his cock.
         Kali slipped off her skirt.  She undid her top, freed herself
from her bra.  Were were getting naked now, no doubt about it.  The time
for pleasantries and feigned innocence had passed.  Cybil, not wanting to
be left behind, unzipped her jeans and stood up and shimmied out of them. 
Becky, still in her flaring maid's top, her hips and legs bare, looked
like some denizen of a children's book, dressed only from the neck to her
navel.  She lifted up her top then, exposing her belly-button.  She was
eager, excited.  I felt a new nudge against my ass.  Alex was in to his
flange now, his leaking penis tip well within me, lubricating my heinie's
channel.
         "What?  What is he doing to her?" Becky asked Cybil.  Her mouth
was open.  Her eyes were bright.  I wanted to gloss her little
nine-year-old lips with my favorite lipstick.
         "He is sperming her, dear," Cybil replied.  She sat down again,
bare-bottomed on the lawn chair.  She drew Becky closer and palmed her
heinie.  Stealthily her other hand slipped up Becky's leg to massage her
cunt.
         "Oh!  Please!" Becky said.  She hunched forward, squeezed her
thighs together.  Her hands raised her shirt and she toyed with her
nipples.  They were pretty, nickel-sized.  Already they had formed into
swelling peaks.  The Mayo Clinic would drug her to make her flat chested
again.  Psychiatrists would interrogate her.  The state would put her in
an orphanage because she knew too much.
         Kali pulled her panties down off the outcurved swell of her
bottom.  She got them down in front just enough to easily slip her hand
in.  Playing with her cunt, she reached out and brushed mine with her
fingertips.  Alex pulled harder on my thighs, gripping them.  With a gasp
I felt his cockhead embed itself in me fully.
         "You are popped," he said to me.  There was mastery, satisfaction
in his voice.
         "Yes," I breathed.  
         "Not until you open her fully, all the way up," Kali corrected
him, me.  Becky squeaked as Cybil deftly inserted a fingertip into her
bottom.
         "Do not flinch, dear," Cybil cooed to Becky.  Her words soothed
me also.  "Receive, let yourself enjoy it."
         "It's big," I gasped.  I felt as if a huge cork had been stuffed
in my asshole.  I wanted it out.
         "Please mommie!" Becky whined.
         "Will you go take your bath now?" Cybil asked.
         "I can't," Becky admitted frankly.  She was too excited now.
         "Alex will pee on you then, and that will have to be your bath,"
Cybil replied.  
         "Eeek!"  A little girl's favorite expression.  Becky leapt up,
hands at her cheeks.  Cybil let her unplug herself from her finger, draw
back from her cunt-seeking hand.  Becky turned and dashed for the house,
her legs flashing, bottom rearing at us as her cheeks bounced with the
pounding of her little feet.
         "Such a sweet thing," Cybil said.  She rose from her chair. 
Naked as a jaybird she walked over to Kali and lifted her up from her
chair.  As if to enforce some code of politeness for guests, she
straightened Kali's panties a bit, tugging at the bows that decorated the
vee of her crotch.  But she did not bother to pull Kali's panties back up
over her butt.  It stuck out bare and inviting.  It was a pumpkin waiting
to be slipped into with a knife.
         The girls advanced on Alex.  "Do you think your pleasure can come
so soon?" Cybil asked Alex.  Kali seemed to agree that this must not be
so.  Together they grabbed me by my slim arms and yanked me off his
prodder.  I felt a withdrawn plug, then a pop, then air replacing what had
been so enormously full just a second before.  My O thankfully shrank back
to its normal size.  Blushing, I rubbed my bottomcheeks as soon as the
girls let me go.  Alex stared up at me, wishing his big thing was back
inside me, where no doubt he thought it belonged.
         Kali took hold of Alex's cock.  He alone was dressed, amongst us.
 She yanked on his pecker.  "Come, sir," she admonished, though I knew her
not to be commanding what he wanted so badly.  He stood, his big form
replying to the yank of her small hand upon his dick.
         Engorged, trembling with desire, Alex stood.  His thing stuck out
as Cybil and Kali set about making the rest of him as naked as it was. 
They tore off his clothes, politely, but with firm resolution.  Discarded,
his clothes hit the grass, perhaps to be trampled upon later by Becky,
playing in the yard.
         "We shall go to a proper dungeon now," Kali whispered into Alex's
ear.  "You must be trained, sir, and your penis whipped, your balls
lashed."
         "I-I wish only to fuck now," Alex replied.  He seemed dazed.  His
hunger overpowered him, made him strangely docile.  Did he want this?  I
mused.  Guessing, I realized he must be new to sex, or able to get it
whenever he wished.  Either way, he wanted someone else to take charge
this time.  He wanted to be relieved of the responsibility.  I had no
responsibilities.  He was the boytoy and I was the pet.  Together we would
mate in the barn, rut in the stables.  We would have nice children who
would never disobey and would always vote Republican.
         "Let's go!" Kali said.  She slapped my ass.  In my musings I'd
not realized they were moving toward the house.  Cybil walked ahead,
lockstep with Alex, admiring his cock as he pointed the way to wherever
she might go.  Kali urged me forward, pushed me.  In my high heels I
stepped, stumbled across the grass, she following.  She gave my ass
another playful slap and said I would make a good victim.
         Unclothed, naked as the day we were born, we entered into the
still coolness of the house.  Cybil unlocked a door along the hall.  She
saw to it that we passed into the room beyond.  It was dark inside, cold. 
I shivered.  I drew my arms about my chest in the darkness.  Only my
bottom, so recently warmed by Kali's hand, did not at once feel chilly.
         The door to the room closed.  The sound of its closing was loud. 
It echoed off stone walls.  The lights were flicked on.  I let out a
little scream.
         We were not alone.  Couples gazed out at us, lost in sexual
bliss.  Males rodded females, who came upon seeing us.  Girls crouched in
cages, sipping wine from upraised dog dishes, their bodies white, marked
here and there with red stripes, evidence of discipline imposed and
well-received.  Against one wall a girl stood, clad in nothing but a
corset, her stockings pulled down, her garters swinging free, identical to
me save that my stockings were still up.  Behind her a woman, her titties
and pussy showing, a strange uniform crisscrossing her figure but hiding
nothing, lashed into the girl with a whip.  The girl yelped, begged.  The
woman cared not to hear, laid on more strokes.  The girl's bottom was
lovely, white where she usually wore her swimsuit, tanned where the
swimsuit did not cover.  She'd worn a kind of thong swimsuit, I saw,
though not as narrow in back, letting the outside curves of her
now-indrawn ass bounce freely under the summer sun.  She was paying for
letting her ass cheeks hang out like that now:  the woman beat her again
and again, laying bright bruising strokes upon her tender flesh wherever
she struck.         
         Instinctively I reached out, grabbed the nearest hand.  It was
Alex's.  My eyes continued to drink in the scene before us.  I saw a girl
bound to a rape rack, standing but not standing, her knees long since
bowed, exhausted.  Her cunt was rent open and there was sperm dripping
very obviously from it.  Her entire body, in fact, was splattered with
male reproductive fluid, as if a hundred Indians had mauled and raped her
and left her dying in the desert heat.  Her boobs, sticking out firmly
despite the mistreatment, jiggled softly with her every quiet moan.  Her
mouth was forced open with a spring-jaw and I saw that she had been fucked
deeply in it, sperm smearing her cheeks and matting her hair, drying as it
trickled down her lips and neck.  She had practically drowned in the
stuff! I guessed.  And then I saw the Indians, white-men actually, lying
in satisfied contentment at her feet.  Were they her masters or her
slaves?  She breathed quietly, seemingly the sole survivor of the orgy,
her males all asleep, as exhausted as she.
         "This is Hell," Cybil announced to us proudly.  "My favorite
room, where you can always count on something going on.  You can even
flick off the lights from a hidden switch in the kitchen, and they won't
mind a bit.  They're too busy, you see."  Groans assailed our ears.  Sperm
odors and cunt juice mingled on the air.  
         "How-how long have they been here?" Kali asked.
         "Some stay for days.  Others just a while, though I daresay you
can get locked in in a place like this.  I let people out once a day, or
more often if I wish.  It's a great room if you don't have much money but
want to stay for awhile.  In here you could, I suppose, stay forever. 
Once in a while I have the place hosed down.  I just gave them dinner a
little while ago.  It must have refreshed them, for they are at it again. 
Sometimes Becky lets people in and out.  Only I'm supposed to know where
the key is, but she discovered it."  I had not seen her take up the key,
guessed she'd done it passing through the kitchen, as Kali hurried me
toward the house.  Perhaps she'd made Alex close his eyes so he would not
see.  She held it now, a big iron ring with one long key dangling from it.
 A dungeon key, a prison key from an old west movie.  Except this was the
20th century and I was as imprisoned as the rest of them now.
         There was a knock at the door.  Cybil turned, unlocked it, lovely
in her nakedness, her long mane swaying as she worked the key in the door,
thrusting it in, twisting it.  She pulled open the door and a man and a
woman came in, fully dressed, a naked girl between them.  She was blonde,
blindfolded, skinny and leggy, but with wonderful big boobs and an ample
bottom.
         "You look dressed for church!" Cybil chided the couple.  
         "We tied her up while we made love," the woman replied, caressing
the girl's fanny.  "She watched, listened, but could do nothing.  It was
lovely seeing her yearning figure in the corner, her nipples stiff, her
cunt wanting.  Then we showered and dressed.  Now it's her turn, but
she'll be lucky to get anything out of my husband's cock.  I pumped him
dry."  The woman's eyes glanced at her hubby.  "Unless, that is, he's
inspired by whipping a maiden's ass."
         "I might be.  It's lovely enough," the man replied.
         "It's his secretary.  From work.  I caught them exchanging love
notes," the woman replied.  
         "It's her fault," the man said, nudging the girl's ass with his
thumb, tracing the furrow there.  "Go forward and grab your ankles, you
cunt!"  Trembling, blind in her blindfold, the girl stumbled forward a few
steps.  Her mouth was open, her lips wet, seeking.  She wore spiked heels
that made her steps unsteady.  Then, perhaps sensing she had best obey
quickly, the girl bent right over and took hold of legs.
         "Lower," the woman admonished.  The girl, holding her calves,
slid her hands down to her ankles.  Her ass, desirable and round,
presented itself to us, all white and unblemished.  The man drew off his
belt and I knew she would not remain unflawed for long.  "Widen your
stance," the woman ordered.  The girl hesitantly drew apart her legs,
showing us the fig of her cunny.  In front her breasts hung down, gourds
ripe for milking.  Her lovely hair fell forward.  It brushed the stone
floor.

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