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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PASSION’S PLAYPEN
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Chapter Five
It was a private party. At Marie’s, 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
didn’t show it. Marie had called them both, asking about them,
concerned that their welts were healing.
“Yes,” they’d 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.
“Will it hurt?” Kate asked bluntly. She knew what questions to
ask now.
“A little,” Marie admitted.
Kate wasn’t sure she’d attend, she replied. But already she’d
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 they’d go but not sure they
wouldn’t. And they’d called a cab just in case, and when it arrived
they’d made it wait forever, and then, kissing each other for confidence
before they left Kate’s dorm room, they headed downstairs together. A
boy saw them holding hands and kidded them. Blushing, they’d released
their grip on each other. They’d not even known they were holding
hands. In the cab they’d grabbed each other’s hands again,
instinctively, as soon as they’d gotten inside.
Cindy wasn’t 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
weren’t sure about.
Now, at Marie’s, they knew she’d watch over them. Everyone sat
in the living room, exchanging glances, admiring dresses and shirts and
men’s 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.
“Yes, and they hurt something awful!” 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 girl’s bottom. A woman traced her finger along the
ridged red marks. The blonde winced, and bit her lip.
“When were you given these?” the woman asked.
“This afternoon. They’re quite fresh,” the blonde waitress
replied.
“Please keep your panties down and let us see them,” the woman
said. “They’re very lovely welts.”
“Thank you,” 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.
“I see you’ve already got my serving girl to show her stuff,”
Marie laughed. She was beaming, ready to party. She took a drink from
the waitress’ tray but hardly acknowledged the girl, looking instead
with pride at her guests. “Well, guys, I hope you’re up for some fun
tonight,” Marie said.
“You don’t waste any time on small talk, do you Marie?” the
woman who’d asked the waitress to lower her panties said.
“I try not to,” Marie answered, laughing. “You must be
Lynette? The girl from the agency that I talked to on the phone?”
“Yes,” the woman answered. She was about Marie’s age, with
brown hair and breasts that weren’t as big as Marie’s, but still plump.
She was slim and had very long legs. She looked like a runway model.
“I could use a break from all my photo shoots.”
“Well, I have something planned that will take your mind
completely off your work,” 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-20’s. He had the appearance of someone who was
trying to look calm but wasn’t. His pants had a bulge in them that
refused to go down. “Hi. What’s your name?” Marie asked.
“Jim,” 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.
“We’ll put that to good use, don’t worry,” Marie whispered.
“What?” the man asked.
Kate smiled at Cindy. They both liked Jim.
“He’s mine,” Cindy said to Kate.
“You’re pregnant. You have your baby to think of,” Kate said.
“DON’T tell him I’m pregnant!” Cindy scolded.
“Alright,” 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 else’s
name. Not that it would necessarily matter, Kate realized, but it did
make her, at least, feel a little more comfortable.
“Well, tonight we’re going to do some serious partying,” Marie
said, raising her voice to get everyone’s attention. “It seems you all
know what’s involved. The safe word is ‘AOL.’ If anyone says that, you
must stop what you’re doing. Like, you know, you must censor
yourself.” Everyone laughed. “Be careful of Cindy. She’s pregnant.”
“I am not!” 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.
“Dear, I know you didn’t get an abortion. She’s five weeks
pregnant. So be careful, everyone,” 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 didn’t want
anyone’s 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 she’d entered the room
and they made little bell-push tents in her blouse.
Lynette, who was about Marie’s 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
didn’t go to college, she’d told Kate. She was a secretary. She had
shoulder-length brown hair and it was neatly bobbed, 20’s 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 Marie’s 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 they’d 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.
“Would you like to see my game room?” 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. “Always
expanding, like Disneyland,” 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. “I’m afraid only nude partying
is allowed in my game room,” Marie said. “Before 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 I’ll 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 you’re done!”
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. “It’s unisex, of
course,” Marie said. “Just pick a locker and take your things off.”
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.
“Well, at least you don’t LOOK pregnant,” Kate said, patting
Cindy’s 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.
“Alright, let’s check out the game room,” 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 they’d
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. She’d never
seen anything like it before. It was hardly a room you’d 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 person’s
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 horse’s rump. Next to them were two
whips. One had many thongs. Kate opened her bottom cheeks with her
hands, instinctively, remembering what Marie’s 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 Kate’s 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 one’s 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 man’s 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 man’s balls
to swing free, like churchbells, underneath, sticking out of a leathern
‘bag’ 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 one’s 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 boy’s shower in gym class. Each male was
aware not only of his own erection, but of that of three other males
near him.
“Well, you look like you’ve got rather a big woody there,” Rod
said to Jim.
“Yeah, I guess I do,” 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.
“God, I have to cum!” David, who was Kate’s 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 David’s 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.
“No offence, lad, but you’ve got quite a shocker here,” Rod
said to David. “You’re liable to scare the girls away with this!”
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 he’d 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 Jim’s age, though much more controlled in his
movements than Jim was. He had an easy-going, swaggering confidence.
Kate guessed he’d played at bondage before, or was cool enough to fake
it. Of course they’d 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 Marie’s. And Kate guessed Jim and
David were little more experienced than she.
Cindy was gaining weight from her pregnancy and she’d acquired
a nice plump butterball bottom. Her breasts, too, had grown, and they
bounced on her chest as she laughed, watching Rod fondle David’s 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 Cindy’s 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.
“You’re pregnant?” 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.
“Yes,” Cindy breathed in response.
“This may be your last chance to really have fun and do
whatever you want,” Nancy replied. And as if to test the girl’s resolve
to submit herself one last time in a room such as this, Nancy poked a
finger into the redhead’s ass.
“Don’t,” Cindy breathed. Her hips jerked but she did not
manage to pull herself off Nancy’s finger. Instead, accepting it after
a moment’s 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 brunette’s tummy, then impressed her finger into
Lynette’s navel. Marie’s nail was sharp and Lynette was forced to gasp
and draw in her tummy as the sharp nail poked in her belly.
“Are you ready for a night of fun?” Marie asked her nude guest.
“Yes,” Lynette answered. Her eyes were wide and she watched as
Marie’s hand slipped down her belly to tug at the hairs of her bush and
then, going between Lynette’s legs, intruded into her cunt.
“You’re wet,” Marie said to Lynette.
“Of course I’m wet,” Lynette answered. Her hips twisted
forward as Marie delved more deeply.
“Would you like some shrimp?” 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.
“Why yes, we would,” Marie said. She removed her fingers from
Lynette’s cunt and used them to take a large shrimp from the tray. She
passed the shrimp between Lynette’s legs. Behind, her other hand
gripped at the juncture of Lynette’s bottom and legs and forced Lynette
to accept a wider stance. With Lynette’s cunt wet and open to her,
Marie moistened the shrimp in Lynette’s slit and then lifted it up to
the woman’s lips. “Eat it,” 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 didn’t like.
“Bite,” Marie ordered. Lynette took a little nibble on the fat
shrimp.
“Oh!” 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 she’d
been waiting for. She popped the vaginally-moistened shrimp into
Lynette’s 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.
“Hi,” the young man said. But he didn’t 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
Jim’s 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.
“What do you plan on doing with that thing of yours?” Kate
asked finally, after a moment’s silence, for Jim seemed to hungry and
eager to pose the question himself.
“Well, uh, I’d like to stick it in something,” Jim answered.
They were like children exploring each other in the early hours of the
afternoon.
“Something warm and very, very tight?” Kate asked, and
immediately wished she hadn’t, for it might give him ideas.
“Yes, very tight,” Jim said, and looked for the first time into
her face.
“Not that--” Kate replied.
“What? You’d deny me your bottom?” Jim asked. He seemed a
little less awkward suddenly. He had a challenge now. And she was only
5’ 2”, 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.
“Turn around,” 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.
“Let’s get all the men oiled up properly,” Kate heard Marie
say. “Guys, line up over here so we can make sure you’re all ready for
us the minute we decide we need you.”
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.
“Oh! David! Don’t spurt on my thigh!” Kate heard Marie
exclaim.
“I’m sorry!” David yelped.
“It’s alright. He’ll be up again in a minute. He’s young and
full of himself,” Rod laughed.
“I’ll wipe your leg,” 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 man’s
cock could be. Especially in a girl’s 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. She’d trapped it, trying to keep it out of
herself. Jim bit painfully into her neck.
“Oh!” 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. Jim’s 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.
“Bend down and grab your ankles,” Jim told Kate. They were
words of command.
“No,” 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.
“Jim, it would be rude for you to take her au natural,” Kate
heard Lynette laugh mirthfully. She saw the woman’s 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.
“My, you’re going to get right to the most intimate of
entrances, aren’t you?” Lynette said to Jim. Kate heard a phial’s cork
pop open and saw a drooling of oil between her legs. Kate was pouring
the oil on Jim’s dick and some was running round to the underside of his
shaft and passing on to the floor.
“Save some for me, would you?” 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.
“Oh! Am I exciting you, David?” 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 David’s 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.
“You must learn to control yourself a little, David,” Marie
said with deep feeling in her voice. She didn’t want to offend the boy,
but he must, Kate knew, be taught at least some rudimentary manners.
“This is not your bedroom at home and I am not a photograph, David. I’m
real,” Marie cautioned him. “I know we’re 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?”
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.
“Now this time, I want you to keep your fun stuff inside you
until I say you can let it out, okay?” 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.
“Man, that’s HOT!” David yelped.
“Keep still, David. I would never hurt you,” 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 Kate’s 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.
“NOOOOO!” 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
Kate’s insucking, yet resisting, little hole.
“Atta-boy, she can take you, I’m sure she can!” 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 he’d 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.
“Ahhhgh! Take it OUooooooTT!” Kate begged. She suddenly
decided this reminded her too much of Marie’s 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 Jim’s prong did.
And it reminded her too of the barn, where she’d been forcibly taken,
splattered with sperm and bitten by nipple clamps on her sensitive tits.
“Open, bitch!” 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 she’d known
girlfriends who’d 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 she’d met once. He’d been a big, brawny man, with huge calloused
hands, but he’d 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. She’d liked his way, trying hard to please her even as he
tried to catch his breath from fighting. She’d been just nine-years-old
but she’d 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 girl’s bed. They’d let her into the bar,
and she’d invited him in, and he’d 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 Kate’s 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.
“Keep your hands on your ankles, Kate darling,” Lynette told
the 19-year-old girl. “You may resist with your bottom, if you like,
but no fair using your hands.” She patted the side of Kate’s ass.
“You’re doing very well. Jim, give her another nudge. I think she’s
ready now.”
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.
“I can feel myself curving upwards,” Jim said of his cock.
“Good, you’re quite deep now,” Lynette said. “My, but you’re
long. You’ve got at least two more inches to stuff in yet!”
“I know,” Jim said. He sounded lamenting, as if for once he
wished he wasn’t so long, that he might get where he was going sooner.
“Just keep pushing. I want to squeeze your balls when you
cum. Let me know when your crisis hits,” Lynette told him. “I love
feeling a man’s balls as he jets. Of course, I hope you can give her a
good two dozen strokes before you do!”
“I’ll try,” 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.
“You’re in! Very good. Now draw back a little so she can feel
the smooth professional stroking I’m sure you can give her,” Lynette
told Jim.
“I know how to ass fuck a girl,” Jim said testily.
“Yes, you do. How nice. In and out, in and out. Marie! Come
look what a fine job Jim is doing!”
“I can’t,” Marie replied to Lynette. “David has to pee.”
“Well, let him go in your mouth then,” Lynette laughed.
“Maybe later,” Marie replied. “My, you just need to do all
sorts of things with that penis of yours, don’t you, David?” 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 David’s cock. Dutifully, like a boy peeing on a long
trip in his mommie’s car, David spurted his yellow bladder fluid into
Marie’s cup.
“Don’t overflow it!” Marie said. “I can get another cup.
Stop! Stop! You’re going on the floor!”
“I’m sorry. I’ve got hold of myself now,” David said. He
flexed his cock. He squeezed his buns tightly together as he cut off
his pee stream with his internal muscles.
“I have to pee too,” Jim said. Kate gasped.
“Not in my bottom!” Kate shouted.
“Just kidding,” Jim said.
“You’re cruel after all,” Lynette laughed to Jim. “My, how I’d
love to have you up my hole. What WOULD you do to me, hmmm?”
“Probably ream you a new one,” 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.
“May I pump you now?” Lynette asked Jim. She grabbed between
the backs of his legs and clutched his balls.
“Not yet!” Jim groaned.
“Oh, I want to see you CUM!” 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.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Lynette cried. She played with her slit and
found her button and made herself cum on her fingers. Kate watched as
Lynette’s probing fingertips became suddenly much wetter. Lynette’s
juice flowed within her. Indriving, swirling, Lynette’s 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 man’s 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 Cindy’s bottom. Not whipping it, but polishing it, as one
might hold a long cloth in order to pass it back and forth across a
man’s shoe, shining it for him. Except Nancy was not shining a shoe but
a bottom, Cindy’s 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 she’d whipped her boss’s bottom, perhaps, after work,
Nancy let fly with the easy end of the belt (not the buckle) against
Cindy’s poised bottom.
“EEEEEEEEEK!” Cindy screamed. Her hips bounced as the tongue
of the man’s 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.
“Are you ready for the next one?” Nancy asked at last.
“Yes, but please NOT too hard!” 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
man’s belt she held, and then, like a wicked ballerina, stepped into the
stroke and brought it smacking against Cindy’s brazenly offered ass.
“OOOOH! That’s too hard!” 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.
“Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!” Cindy hummed when she’d recovered her
voice. “I need somebody to play with me!”
“Here, I’ll do it,” Nancy said. She stepped forward and
fiddled with her victims’s hungry slit. It offered itself most sweetly
between Cindy’s wide-spread legs. Cindy, though doubtless happy at
finding herself thus, could not have closed off possession in any event
to Nancy, for Cindy’s legs were kept apart by a spreader bar.
“My, they’re certainly going at it!” Lynette said. She and
Kate both had clapped their hands to their faces as they watched Cindy
beg to be beaten.
“It’s... truly delicious,” Jim said. Kate glanced at his dick
and saw he was aroused by the scene.
“Yes, you men always like seeing girls suffer,” Lynette
scolded. She looked at Jim’s dick and tutted. He was becoming hard
again. “I want you this time,” Lynette breathed.
“You must be whipped first,” Kate, inspired and surprised at
herself, blurted.
“I can’t stand being whipped,” Lynette said. She shook her
head, watching as Cindy received yet another blow from Nancy.
“Then all the more reason to do it!” 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 women’s bosoms bounced as Kate
turned Lynette around and trotted her over to the rocking horse.
“Get on. I want to see you ride it,” Kate told Lynette. The
30-year-old woman looked at the horse.
“I can’t. It’s just a horse made for little girls,” Lynette
said.
“The saddle is quite big enough, made for a woman,” Kate
replied. “Your bum will overhang the back of the horse, that’s all.”
“But!” 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.
“God, this saddle is so soft, It’s making me cum just sitting
on it,” Lynette gasped. Indeed, in her aroused state, knowing her ass
was at pillage, the woman found herself trembling into a new orgasm.
“Ride,” 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.
“Bad!” Kate shouted. She struck the woman hard on her ass.
“OooooEEEEeeek!” 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.
“Ride, little Indian!” 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 Nancy’s 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 Kate’s 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 Kate’s
fanny.
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