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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PUNISHED FOR PLEASURE
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Chapter Two
I brimmed with sperm. My mouth was as inundated as my dell. I
felt it dripping down the sides of my cheeks. It ran down over my chin
and trickled along my neck. Globs of it had sprung from my grasp and,
missing the the rim of my mouth, had splattered themselves across my
breasts.
I looked across the bed. Nick, lured to lie beside me, had
been persuaded to kneel. Sherry now knelt in front of him. With a
wordly intuition I realized she’d moved him away from me, putting him no
closer than my hips, so that she could have him all to herself. With
her hands she’d reached back behind herself. Her legs were widely
spread. Her small hands gripped the cheeks of her ass. She held them
apart. She must have been gripping herself with all her effort, for as
I looked at her face she had her cheek hard-pressed into the surface of
the bed. She had skipped the comfort of resting her head on a pillow,
so as to bend more fully before Nick. Her eyes were closed. Her lips
were open, but distorted by the pressure of her cheek against the
sheet.
There could be no better invitation for a man. I heard her
whisper, in a voice barely loud enough to hear it (though he obviously
could), “Please fuck me.” Her voice was extremely sultry. I admired
her open passion. I reached toward her with my mouth. Delicately
extending my toungue, I offered her a taste of Walter’s sperm. She
accepted. She touched the tip of her tongue to mine and we exchanged a
quick kiss after I’d given her a taste of Walter’s manliness. Then,
savoring the taste of Walter, Sherry invited Nick to fuck her however
she wished.
“Are you used to butt fucking?” Nick asked. He seemed almost
fatherly in his concern for her. Perhaps, having her so available, with
myself available beside him, he felt less ruthless.
Sherry nodded. “A likkle,” she breathed through her lips.
They were compressed, by the pressure of the bed on her face, into an
inviting O. Nick nodded. “I’ll do my best,” Sherry added. Nick
stroked her bottom.
“I’m going to go to work in your butt, then,” Nick said. He
pressed a thumb to her small back hole. “You feel moist there,” he
said. “Let me lube myself some more and then we’ll begin.” He looked
at me. “Get me some lube,” he ordered. I felt his need for me to
obey. We girls might be provacative, but we were slaves to the men, in
a sense, for we were trapped deep underground, and the men were all
quite physically powerful. “Off the nightstand,” Nick added.
I got up. I looked around. Sure enough, the surface of the
nightstand, by the bed, had vials and tubes standing up, inviting,
waiting. I clambered over Sherry. She remained face-down, her hands
clutching her bottom vigorously and managing to keep it apart. But she
was wearying, and Nick would have to hurry if he wanted her assistance
in holding her tight hole open. I guessed she was mostly inexperienced,
at least with her ass. I sensed a real woman, fully developed, would
simply offer herself, without bothering to hold herself open. It struck
me that only a girl who’d tried butt-fucking before, and had been hurt
by it, would conclude on her second try that she was simply too tight
for it, and had to offer a real effort to her chosen man in helping him
enter it.
Quickly I reached to the nightstand and grabbed a tube of KY.
“I’ll help,” I suggested. I didn’t want Sherry’s spirits to
flag because the man hadn’t been quick enough.
I crawled to Nick. Impulsively I kissed his cheek. He
retracted a little. I think he was slightly repulsed at being kissed by
a girl whose lips were coated with another man’s sperm.
“Use it... use it on my dick, not my mouth,” he suggested. I
guessed he meant the sperm. I bent down. I offered the greased
stickiness of my tongue and lips to Nick’s penis. He accepted it. I
had to be careful. He felt a surge of passion and wished to deep-throat
me. But I was learning quickly.
“Nick,” I pleaded, in a voice I hoped he would find
acceptable. I looked up at him with my big eyes. I laid a finger
lightly on the shaft of his penis and gently depressed it. “Please
settle down, Nick,” I said. “Let me do it.”
He obeyed. I felt a rush of exhileration at successfully
taking a man under my control. I kissed the very tip of his cock. My
mouth was tentative. I was scared he’d attack me again, thrusting
himself into me, deep-throating me while poor Sherry went without.
Finding him obedient, I began to lick him. I slathered Walter’s sperm
all up and down his shaft.
I never got around to using the KY. When Nick found his penis
all coated, he pushed me aside. Roughly ge grabbed Sherry’s bottom.
She shrieked. Her hands gave way, letting her cheeks come together,
denying him the entry she’d so boldy promised him.
I was tasked with the job of holding her open. My hands
replaced her own. She lifted her bottom, placing her hands by her
face.
“Oooh, not to hard,” she asked. I grabbed her cheeks and,
ignoring her, (though she might have been speaking to Nick), I pried her
ass as far open as I could. She uttered a quick “OH!” and then steeled
herself for Nick’s entry. In the process she tried to compress her
cheeks, stupidly, and I had to wrench her apart even harder. She cried
out, but otherwise remained still.
“Thanks, Bambi. I’ll remember to thank you by fucking your ass
too,” he laughed.
“Just do her, please, Nicky,” I said. “Be careful. She may be
a virgin,” I whispered. In part I uttered it so he’d get practise, if
she was truly a virgin, and learn something about how to handle her when
my turn came. He nodded. I loved the feeling of control over him. It
was utterly new to me. Nick seemed to be at my command, while Sherry
seemed to be at my mercy.
“Uhn!” Nick said. He pushed himself between Sherry’s hinds.
She felt the hard pressure of his dickhead upon her back hole. She gave
another shriek, but Nick ignored it. Even I paid no attention. I kept
my hands on her bare ass, holding her open.
Within a minute Nick was in her. Just the head of his cock,
but it was enough to give me the confidence to let Sherry out of my
grip. With my hands free, I gently extended one back behind Nick. I
touched his hairy ass. I pushed it forward, hoping to make him go
deeper.
“She’s the mare, and you’re the stallion,” I said to Nick. It
was a line I’d made up in third grade, writing a poem. I’d not thought
about sex much then. I did have a fantasy, though, of living at Tara.
I dreamt about breeding horses there. When I took some riding lessons
prior to third grade, I’d only ridden ponies, but I’d learned somehow
about ‘The Stud Farm.’ I’d found out about great racing horses, and how
after their stellar trophies were won, they were ‘put out to pasture,’
to mate with females. So in third grade my fantasies had been about
mating studs to mares at Tara. Each stud got at least twelve mares to
satisfy his powerful lust. And he impregnated each of them, daily, and
produced heroic offspring.
Now I was helping a Navy SEAL get off. I leaned into Nick and
kissed his chest. I liked its hairyness. His chest muscles flexed
involuntarily as I kissed him.
“OOOOhhh, you’re so patriotic, Nick, putting your life on the
line for America. Please relax and relieve yourself in Sherry,” I
said. My voice begged, as if he must perform this final duty. For
America. As if he deserved it but it was also his obligation, to create
more heroic SEALS like himself for the defense of America. I caressed
his bottom lightly and provided a little more pressure, with my palm, to
urge himself into Sherry’s depths. That he was fucking her in the ass,
and she couldn’t get pregnant from that, escaped my consideration
entirely. That she was tight, and perhaps needed opening for the first
time, was enough for me. Bottom fucking would be followed by other
fucking, and there was little doubt she’d leave our hideaway pregnant if
she’d skipped using birth control.
I myself tried to remember again if I’d used birth control.
But I couldn’t. I had a secret desire to grow up, to become a mother,
to prove I was more than just an object for my parents and my school to
control. And if I went home pregant with a Navy SEAL’s seed in me,
well, who could complain? I was doing my part for America, wasn’t I?
How could America have a military if it didn’t have mothers producing
strapping young sons? I knew if I went home pregnant, from any of these
fine men, these men who seemed to so carefully balance their inborn,
rage-like passion with duty to our country, with consideration for the
girls they met, I would be proud. I’d give birth to a youngster just
like them. They would teach him to ride (and not just ponies either),
and to shoot. They would teach him sports and how to salute our flag.
So, with a sense of eagerness, knowing Nick would learn to fuck my
bottom by doing Sherry, I pressed my palm against his ass.
He responded. He shoved himself deeper into Sherry, bringing
another cry of alarm from her.
I kissed Nick as he went in. I moved to his bottom and
showered his hairy, sweaty ass with kisses. I would join the SEALS
someday, and stand at the door of an airplane guiding them through it,
so that they could jump through the open air and descend on the world’s
enemy places. They would shower over the earth, impregnate it with
their presence, and force the enemy to salute America. We would all
sing the pledge of allegience to together after the enemy had been
converted to our glorious American Way. The soldiers and I would return
home happy. We would settle down and get about the serious business of
rearing and raising young. Not playing, anymore. Not pracising. But
sharing homes in a peaceful community, with the pride and intent of
mating and producing lots of babies. I would be happy, because I would
have helped them win, and would be helping them fuck if they didn’t
already know how to do it.
Sherry yelped. Then, somehow regaining her composure, she
breathed, “Sperm me.” At first I thought the remark was slutty. Then,
(still kissing Nick’s ass,) I thought, “No, she’s just being
patriotic.” And so, extending my tongue, I used it to wickedly help
Nick sperm her by sticking it into his hole.
“Yikes!” Nick shouted. He flinched under my touch. I don’t
think he’d ever had his asshole tonuged before. The thought that my
tongue was coated with another man’s sperm no doubt added to his fears.
“Yes, Nick,” I thought without saying it. “You men must
exchange sperm. So you all make even better sperm.” (A silly thought.
I suppose it had something to do with cross-mating plants to produce
stronger ones.) Intent on impregnating Nick, with Walter’s sperm, I
shoved my tongue into his ass. He flinched again. He tried to shake me
off. I gripped his ass with my hands and hung on. Despite his broad
shoulders, his powerful chest, he had a very small ass. I successfully
intruded my tongue more deeply into his hole.
“Hol stil, Nick,” I tried to say. But my toungue was now stuck
in his anus and I couldn’t get my words out. Gradually I began licking
into him as deeply as I could. My tongue imparted Walter’s sperm to his
rectum as I licked inside it. Nick gave up trying to fight me. The
beauty of his own cock being up Sherry’s ass had no overwhelmed him. He
now devoted all his effort to her. He ignored me. I felt like a little
fly, buzzing my annoying way as far up his bottomhole as I could. I
felt his cheeks begin to flex under the need to service Sherry.
I decided to help. With my tongue still in Nick’s ass, I
reached between his legs. Strangely, his balls felt huge, bigger than
his ass! I tried to get my fingers around his balls. They seemed too
big. Then I finally managed it. (Partly by pressing up from
underneath, so that I was supporting their weight with my palm.) I
spread my fingers apart. I prepared a kind of net for him with my
fingers. Then, when I felt I had as much of him as I could take, still
working his butthole with his tongue, I squeezed.
I made my squeeze quick, fast, and sharp. I gripped him like a
vise. Nick shouted again. Loudly, more abruptly, than when I’d
introduced my tongue to his hiney-hole. I simultaneously stabbed him as
deeply as I could with my tongue. I bore deep into his rectum. It was
very strange. He’d longed to fuck me. He’d craved my virginity. Yet
he hadn’t gotten it. Now, in a kind of revenge, I got to take his anal
virginity! ‘How curious,’ I thought. A dream-like state overtook me,
and I began tonguing him rythmically. At the same time my grip on his
balls released him a little. Then, as unexpectedly as the first time, I
squeezed him again. It was a very hard squeeze. I squeezed him with
all my might. Then, as a roar of discomfort ripped from Nick’s chest, I
let go. I massaged his balls a moment. Then I squeezed him again. I
wanted to feel his sperm erupt out of his balls. (Also, I didn’t want
him to take too long inside Sherry. He might be exhaused by her and
have no sperm left over for me!)
Such are the odd, incompatible thoughts that a 13-year-old girl
thinks when she’s being introduced to sex. (Beware, men! Getting us in
bed might turn out to be easy, compared to what we have in store for you
once all our juices get flowing!) (Don’t blame us, though. When we’re
virgins, or near virgins, we have no idea how to handle a man properly.
So men get squeezed a little too hard, or perhaps bitten. We don’t know
any better. But you do, and its the price you may have to pay if you
take us to bed.)
Nick, despite the pain I was inflicting on him, went about his
duties. He began shafting Sherry with the vigor of a man about to lose
his seed. Each thrust, spurred by me, was swift and ruthless. Poor
Sherry. She might have had an easy time. Instead, thanks to me, Nick
set about raping her. She shouted, she cried, but there was no saving
her. Nick was too impassioned. He was in too much pain. He reamed her
hard. He seemed to want to expel his sperm, so I would stop urging his
balls to. With him spent, even I knew I would withdraw my hand. The
fun would be over. So Nick rammed poor Sherry like... like an
overcharged stud on my horse farm, sperming a new female. Forcing him
to submit to his will. He would force her into his harem. He would
fuck her until she broke, became just another mare, willingly accepting
even his most devious fucks without protest. For the good of our farm.
So we’d win all the future races, just like our wonderful stallion had
won all the races in his time.
“EEEEEEEEK!” Sherry cried. I felt Nick’s balls pulse violently
in my hand. He was letting loose!
“Bye, bye, sperm!” I said. I felt it depart. I felt his balls
pump it out. I squeezed and squeezed to help him. But I did not
squeeze as hard as I had when I’d been urging him to Do It. He was
doing it now. I squeezed again and again. Then, impusively, I withdrew
my hand and my mouth. I straitened up, made my back rigid. I knelt
behind Nick and saluted his bottom. His hairy ass.
“Nick, I salute your heroic sperm,” I said aloud.
My passion subsided. Nick spent his load. He withdrew from
Sherry’s bottom. She was crying. Less aroused now, he carefully
inspected her ass. He told her, softly, that there was no permanent
damage. I felt greatly relieved. And, in addition, I felt a sudden
need to wash out my mouth.
I glanced around the room. Was there a bathroom down here?
Feeling distinctly now his shit on my tongue, I asked Nick if there was
a bathroom.
“Huh?” he asked. He lay down beside Sherry. He placed her
head on his chest and cradled it in his arm. Her sobs had subsided.
“A bathroom,” I asked again, when Nick had comfortably settled
himself after his trying labor. “Nick, I need to wash out my mouth.”
He laughed. “I shouldn’t tell you, to get revenge on you for
sticking your tongue up my ass,” he replied. He looked at me, waiting.
I crawled over the tangle of Nick and Sherry’s legs. I straddled Nick’s
head with my thighs. In that moment, I wished I had a penis. I could
have rammed myself in his mouth and punished him. But I had only the
lips of my pussy, alas. They could only receive, not give. I grabbed
the middle pillow, the one Nick had now rested his head next to.
Lifting it, grunting a little, for it was a big, bulky pillow, I swatted
Nick’s face.
“OW!” Nick shouted.
“Where’s the bathroom?” I demanded.
“Go through that back cavern,” he said. “You’ll find a pee
pool back there. The men use the one on the left. Girls the one at the
right. They seem not to connect to any other pools in the cavern. They
have a sulfurous smell, which hopefully kills any bacteria.” He looked
up at me. “Anyway the water probably flows right out to the lake, so
get ahead. It’s a big lake out there. The fish pee in it all their
lives.”
“Okay,” I said. I got up from the bed. I paused. Larissa was
being embraced by Bridet. The dark-haired girl, with the white flesh
and whipped bottom, pressed her mouth to Larissa’s. My friend drew back
a little, resisting. Bridget became more insistent. To help excite my
friend, she lowered her hands to her bottom and began gently massaging
it. Larissa still wore her panties. Bridget was nude.
Gradually, as I watched in surprised silence, Bridget urged
Larissa into a kiss. It became deep. Bridget bent her head to the
side, concentrating on my friend. She worked her tongue in her mouth.
Larissa tried pulling back, but Bridget’s hands on her bottom helped fix
her in place. Bridget became more persuasive with her tongue. She
explored Larissa’s mouth with it. Larissa and she both were standing,
both with backs that were straight and rigid. But Larissa’s was the
straight rigidity of fear and timidity. Bridget was erect with pride,
coaxing my friend to open her mouth more fully to her.
At last, feeling Larissa’s confidence grow, Bridget drew a palm
softly, almost stealthily, around Larissa’s hips. She touched my
friend’s tummy. Then she slid a single finger into the front of
Larissa’s panties. She swirled it over the girl’s pubic hair. Then,
more boldly, she pushed in her whole hand. Larissa flinched. Then, as
before, her fear subsided. Bridget kept kissing her, probing her mouth
with her tongue. She offered an exploratory finger to the fleshy folds
beneath Larissa’s mount. She found her lightly-furred sex.
“Mmmmm,” Bridget murmured. Her voice had an encouraging
quality to it. Larissa moaned, relented. Bridget shoved her finger
into her pussy.
Beyond the kissing girls, I noticed a face. It stared at them
with wide-eyes. I had been concentrating on my friend so much I hadn’t
noticed her. Or perhaps she had just stolen into our bedroom cavern. I
had no idea who she was. She looked small, waif-like. Her large round
eyes stared alternately at me, at the two kissing girls, at the men who
lay on the bed beyond, and Sherry.
I felt a hand on my bottom. I turned, quickly. I realized it
was Walter.
“That’s the girl I met,” he said quietly. He kissed the top of
my head. He wedged a hand in my bottomcrack. He inserted a finger
between the cheeks of my ass. “Bend over,” he told me. I looked up at
him. I glanced again at the girl. I was surprised to see her put her
hands on her waist. She wore a beautiful little bikini. It was
fire-engine read. She looked like she was getting too big for it. It
clung tentatively to her hips. They were no longer small childish hips,
though still narrow. But her bikini had been bought for her when she
was younger, and now it was pulled to the very limit of its ribbon-like
drawstrings. I saw that the bows holding the twin halves of her panties
up were difficult to tie. There was very little of them left for making
bows. The rest was needed to wrap around her hips. How seductive, I
thought. Instead of buying a sultry bikini, which her mother would
never allow, she instead used an older one, that still looked new.
Perhaps she’d gotten it long ago. Perhaps an evil uncle had made it a
gift to her, when she was 9, hoping to see her dressed in it. But
obviously she’d had few chances to wear it. Her mother no doubt
preferred one-pieces. Now, more liberated, more easily able to leave
home without her mother noticing, she’d taken along her small, underage
bikini. Perhaps she left the house wearing it under her clothes, so her
parents wouldn’t see it. Now, in the depths of the cave, where it was
pleasantly warm, and flowers grew, she did her exploring not quite nude,
wearing her teensy children’s bikini.
Her bra was equally provacative. Again, though, in a quiet
innocent way, as if she hadn’t noticed how big she’d grown for her
bikini. It barely covered her tits. It was made for girls who sported
only breast buds. Yet our new visitor was much beyond the stage of
budding nipples. Her twin teats had grown into large, tennis-ball sized
boobies. The poor bra she wore was obviously under stress. It strained
to keep her covered. But there was so little to the cups that even
though her drawstrings held, her cups had no chance of hiding more than
her nipples. It had been, after all, a nipple bra, in a sense, not made
to be used on a girl with breasts. Now, as I stared at her, I saw the
stems of her nipples rise into her bra. I wondered if the sudden
protrusions would cause her bra to pop off.
“Hi,” I said. I lifted my hand, cupped it. I waved a small
wave at her. She looked so young and innocent, I feared simply by
noticing her, by acknowledging her, I’d chase her away. Walter palmed
my ass as I waved to her. His finger dabbled with my hole, but did me
the courtesy of not pressing to hard.
The girl smiled at me. It was a very quiet, sheepish smile.
Then, as if in invitation, she slid her hands down over her bikini
bottoms. She then hooked her thumbs in them. Then she gave a sudden
push to her bottoms. They slid down her thighs. I thought the ties
would break. But, despite their slenderness, they held. Just like her
bra had somehow held as her nipples erected themselves to greet me. She
exposed her bush to me. It must have grown in just last week, for it
was barely there, just enough to show she was growing into womanhood.
Silently she looked at me. I felt her eyes upon me, like a friend I’d
known once, who, at age 6, shared the sight of her hairless pussy with
me. I’d been too afraid to show her mine. Instead I ran home, crying.
Now, newly fucked, newly immersed in sperm both in my mouth and my
pussy, I looked at the girl. I felt vastly experienced, gazing at her
naively showing her bush. I felt motherly toward her. I wanted to go
over to her and swat her small bottom and tell her to pull up her
panties. But I just stared. At her young, barely-there bush. At her
sweetly tummy, so thin it appeared to sink a little bit beneath her
ribs. At her breasts, then down again, at the stilt-like length of her
skinny legs, and finally up at her breasts again, which must have,
growing so fast, been stealing from the fatness of her legs. I smiled.
She smiled back.
“Be good,” I warned her. Then, at the increasing urgency of
Walter’s finger, I bent over. I clasped my heels. I spread my legs and
looked through them up at him.
Walter grasped my hips with his hands. His penis was already
lubed. I watched as it pierced my bottomcheeks. I felt a jab at the
rosette of my anus.
“Hang on,” Walter said. I felt another jab. I began to fall
forward but his hands on my hips restrained me.
Suddenly I felt my rectum’s aperature forcibly widened. I
screamed. Walter only gave a quiet laugh and said something about it
being “his turn.” He pushed harder with his cock. My head flew up, but
he put a hand on my back and forced it down hard, making me remain in my
bent-over position. I found myself staring at the little girl by our
doorway. She was still standing, offering her bush, letting me see it.
But her hands remained graciously on her thighs, not rubbing herself.
Perhaps she didn’t know how. But she displayed the sight of her little
cunt, her obviously virgin cunt, with the straightforward air of a
stripper. Was this all the sex she knew about, dropping her panties to
offer a view of her private place? I didn’t know. I suspected it was.
“Ack!” I shouted. Walter was up me. A few fleshy inches, but
it split my small, apple-round bottom like a drill. He urged it deeper,
rocked his hips. He found a way, though it was just in, to cause it to
twist in my bottom. Not a full twist, of course, just an inch or so,
but it was enough to shock me. It wrenched another scream from me.
“Just relax,” Walter told me. Then he drove into me harder,
deeper. I screamed again.
The girl, whose name of course was Amber, though I’d forgotten
it since Walter had told it to me, padded over to me. She walked with
her panties ringed conveniently round her legs, perhaps in case I wished
to touch her. But I was too busy with that. I was practically being
knocked unconscious by Walter’s penis. He pushed it into me gradually,
but it drove all the breath from my lungs and made me want to pass out.
Perhaps that’s why he’d made me bend over, I thought later. It was the
only way to ensure all my blood rushed to my head where, without it, I
might well have fainted.
Amber patted my head. Softly, as one might console an injured
child. I felt the length of Walter’s penis move deeper up into my
guts. I was full of him. I had his sperm on my lips and now I was to
receive it in my ass.
Despite his consideration for me, Walter didn’t let up until
he’d given me his all. Somehow I received every drop of it. I didn’t
black out. I accepted his thrusts, despite the enormous pressure they
created in my ass. They felt like the jabbing of a giant turd up my
bottom. I constantly wanted to expel it. But my wish was only granted
after I’d dutifully received everything he had to give me. Only then
did he let me stand.
He kissed my cheek. I felt like a well-used pet. I looked up
at him and rubbed my bottom.
“That hurt,” I told him. I was sure he’d ripped me somewhere.
“The first time always hurts,” he consoled me. “And the bottom
takes longer to train than the cunt, or the mouth. So it will probably
hurt the next time too. But we’ll train you well, before you leave.
Now,” he added, “if you’ll excuse me, I need to go pee. Would you like
me to show you the bathroom?”
“Okay,” I said. I carefully placed one of my palms in his
hand. With my other I kept rubbing my butt.
Together, Walter leading the way, me following a little
distrustfully, lest he get the desire to sperm me again, we passed
through a stone portal. Within it was dark. There was just one
lantern. It was some distance away. I let Walter guide me. There were
stagtites hanging down from the ceiling in odd, unexpected places. I
might have bumped my head on those penis-like stones, without Walter.
We negotiated our way past them. I felt strange, deep in a dark network
of caves, totally naked, totally spermed. The hanging stalagtites
seemed to offer me yet more sperm, if I wished to partake. I didn’t.
I’d practically drowned in the stuff. I felt it coating my tongue. It
dripped from my pussy. And now, from my behind, it escaped between my
riven cheeks and ran down my legs. If I got pregnant, I wouldn’t even
know who to blame.
At the end of a long rocky passage, the cave opened onto two
twin pools. From both plumes of steam rose with abandon. I felt heat
on my face. I smelled sulfer. I heard the pools, back in the cave,
bubbling zestily, and now I got to see the source of the bubbles first
hand. Water gurgled up from the center of each pool. They burst on its
surface.
“You can sit in that one if you like,” Walter told me. He
pointed to the pool on my right. “It may be a potty, but don’t worry,
more water’s continually flowing in. And the rest flows down at the
back, there, disappearing into the rocks.” I saw menacing cracks at the
rear of the cavern we stood in. Some verticle, some horizontal. It
looked as if the back of the ‘potty cavern,’ as Walter shortly called
it, had tried to split open. But the splits only ended up serving as a
way for the bubbling-up water to escape. Perhaps someone, long ago, had
insulted the Goddess who minded this pool. In revenge she tried to rip
the whole cavern open. But her deed, far from being successful, only
served to make it a permanent place to pee for explorers. Now I would
add my pee to theirs. At Walter’s urging, I stepped into the pool on my
right. The water felt hot. It took me a minute to get used to it. I
stood with just my toes in it. Then, with his palm on my bottom,
encouraging me, I stepped into the water to my ankles.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “Nick and Jim and I have already
explored it. There is a hole in the bottom of it, near the center, but
its too small to swallow you up. Just stay near the side of the pool.”
He pointed to a place close to my feet. “There’s a totally safe
depression, right over there, near the edge. The other girls sit down
in it and do their peeing there. Face outward to pee. If you need to
shit, turn around. Face your bottom outward, toward the center of the
pool. Then just poop, and your turds will roll down to the center of
the pool and fall down the hole. At first we only peed in it, but Jim
found he could poop in it to. The turds must escape down that hole in
the center. It is the hole that delivers the water, but they don’t seem
to come back up.”
I looked up at him. “What about your pool?” I asked.
“The hole in the center of that one is just too big and
dangerous,” he said. “That’s why only guys use it. But it can be peed
and pooped in too. We just don’t want any of you girls drowning in it.”
“This is quite odd,” I said.
“I stand over you and watch you if you like,” he replied. I
felt grateful for his help. I let him hold my hand. Then, I very
carefully stepped down into the depression. The water rose round my
legs. I paused, getting used to it. Finally, holding my breath, I
knelt and plunged my bottom into the pool.
“Unnh!” I gasped. The pool was hot! I felt its heat seize at
my cunt, at the flesh of my bottom, and immediately I was penetrated in
both places by its warmth. Yet I endured, and a moment later I was
sitting. The water singed my boobs. I was submerged right to the stems
of my nipples. I sat with a straight back to avoid letting the tips of
my breasts touch the water. And then, overwhelmed by the warmth, I felt
my pee squirt out from my own hole, between my legs. With a gasp, I
offered my pee. I looked up at Walter. I flushed with embarrassment.
Perhaps it was noticeable, perhaps not. My cheeks were already red from
the heat.
“Yes, are you peeing?” Walter asked me. I nodded my head.
“Good,” he answered. “Now I pee too,” he said. He stepped
back. I assumed he would retreat to the other pool. Suddenly his pee
burst from his cock. Right there, standing over my head. I screamed.
A shower of urine splashed down on my head.
“Walter!” I screamed. I still was peeing, and now his dick was
peeing on me!
“You are now baptized a Cave Dweller,” Walter said solomly.
“In the name of the cunt, the tits, your ass and my cock. May you fuck
happily ever after.”
“Walter! You twicked me!” was all I could think to say. His
urine flowed down my forehead and over my face. As I opened my mouth to
utter the words his pee, finding my tongue, fouled my speech. I sounded
like a child protesting maltreatment at a swimming pool. It was a
childish insult, perhaps, to get peed on, but I didn’t like it, all the
same.
“Now you are truly part of our group,” Walter assured me, when
his pee had all been expelled onto my head.
“Thanks,” I sputtered. My own pee had been delivered by then,
through my legs, and I felt the warmth of the pool as it massaged my
dell.
“Just think, when we pee together, next time, I shall announce
‘Let Us Pee.’ Sorta like church,” Walter told me, “except of course
they say ‘Let Us Pray.’ It’s pretty fun when everyone comes back here
to do it at once,” Walter told me.
“I’m sure it is,” I replied testily.
“Anyway, dunk yourself before you get out. I’m going back to
the bedroom,” Walter said.
“You need to wash your dick first,” I told him. With some
apprehension, I turned around in the rock-hewn depression. Then, still
dripping with his pee, I took hold of his cock. I cupped my hand in the
hot water and lifted it up to his organ. “Here, let me do it,” I told
him. He jerked as the hot water came into contact with his penis.
Then, carefully, I bathed it in the artificial pool I’d created with the
palm of my hand. I followed that handful with another. After a bit, he
was sparkling clean, despite having been up my ass. Then, looking up at
him, I sank into the pool. I completely submerged my head. I rubbed my
hands in my long blonde hair, especially on top, to get all his pee
out. After that, rising slowly from the pool, like Martin Sheen in
Apocalypse Now, afraid I might be peed on again, I got out. Walter gave
me his hand and helped me. It was romantic, at that moment, the two of
us dripping, me all over, him just on the length of his cock. We were
both naked. I felt glowing. I embraced Walter. I smelled his sweat
and he inhaled my own freshly-rinsed body. We kissed. Then he fucked
me again, right there on the stone. He let me ride on top, so I
wouldn’t get my ass sore, rubbing it against the cavern’s rock floor.
He let me use my cunt. He did not insist on using my bottom again. I
felt more experienced. I’d been opened, by Jim. Now Walter could enjoy
me. I felt I could truly participate this time. Plus, I trusted
Walter. He had managed to fuck my bottom without hurting me, as Jim had
done to Sherry. Poor Sherry. I hoped her bottom was all better by now.
Later, we returned to the bed chamber. Sherry and Nick lay
upon the bed. Sherry seemed exhausted and looked like she had fallen
asleep. She lay with her head on Nick’s chest. She was sucking her
thumb. Her legs were drawn up in a fetal position. But that left her
bottom bare, and exposed. Nick massaged it. There was an ambivalent
look on his face. His cock had grown newly erect, and he looked like he
wished to plunge it into her ass again. But there was no way he could
do it. Sherry couldn’t be penetrated again, not this soon. So instead
Nick massaged the flesh of her bare bottom, dreaming of a future day
when he’d be able to safely plunge into her again.
Amber, meanwhile, had been lured to the bed by Bridget. I saw
my friend Larissa lying near them. Larissa was sprawled on her back.
Her eyes were closed. I wondered what had happened to her. Then, not
seeing any sperm on her body, I guessed Bridget must have licked and
rubbed her to exhaustion. Nick, I guessed, must have watched, and been
inspired to a new erection by it.
Bridget straddled Amber. The girl was underneath her. She’d
lost her bra. It lay strewn on the floor near the bed. I saw someone
had pulled on her little bra and torn it open, separating the two cups
from each other. The trusty, delicate drawstring that would have been
at her back remained fastened. But the drawstring around her neck was
torn apart. I glanced from her panties back to her. She lay tummy-down
on the bed. Her panties still ringed her thighs, leaving her bottom
bare. It stuck up like a small little peach, split up its center.
There were several slaps imprinted on her rear end. I assumed Bridget
had applied them. Now they both had red bottoms. Bridget’s whipped,
Amber’s spanked.
Amber was staring up at Bridget like a fish. She tried to
rise. As she did, her bosoms lifted from the bed. I saw her nipples.
They were surprisingly large and generous. They formed perfect pink
caps to her tits. From the end of each sprouted her hard little
nipples. Bridget pressed down with her hips. With her bottom and cunt
she forced Amber to fall back onto the bed. The girl did so awkwardly,
and rocked to the side. One of her breasts was prettily exposed once
more, showing her nipple. I longed to kiss it.
As Amber gaped up at Bridget like a hooked fish, Bridget shoved
a single finger in between Amber’s lips. She slid it back and forth.
“This is how you learn to take cock,” Bridget explained in a
childish voice. “First learn to suck my finger. Then, later, you can
graduate to real men!”
“I don’ wan’ tooo,” Amber complained.
“And now you must learn to take two fingers,” Bridget said.
She ignored Amber’s protest completely. She looked like someone
training a recalcitrant pony. To be ridden, and to accept oats from her
feed bag. I remembered the riding stable where I’d briefly had
lessons. There had been a small pony who refused to eat. Perhaps he
was upset over something, or just stubborn. Finally, I got a carrot.
He accepted it from me. He ate it right out of my hand.
Now the same thing was happening to Amber, I thought. But she
did not seem quite as receptive as my little pony. Ruthlessly Bridget
made her open her lips to the second finger. It was the ‘fuck you,’
finger, and Bridget appeared to introduce it with relish. Mercilessly,
she did not take out her pointing finger first. Instead she used both.
She slid them deeply into Amber’s mouth. At the same time her bare hips
bucked up and down on the girl’s back.
“Oook! Oook! Oook!” Amber shouted, but there was no relief
for her.
“And now we’ll learn to take three fingers,” Bridget
announced. “After all, just look at Nick’s cock. It’s very big. You
have to take lots of my fingers before you can take him.”
“Aaaaaak!” Amber said, with dismay. She pumped her small bare
bottom up and down. She twisted on the bed. Her legs splayed apart,
threatening to tear the panties ringing her legs apart. But somehow the
drawstrings didn’t rip. Perhaps remembering her half-lowered undies, or
the invitation her exposed little cunt offered, she quickly closed them
again. She was forced to receive a third finger from Bridget. It made
her lips stretch to their limit. Bridget caused her to gag once, then
again. She was pushing her fingers very deep into the girl’s mouth now.
“Bridget!” I cried. I didn’t want to see our new visitor hurt.
“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing,” Bridget replied. Amber
didn’t think so, but there was nothing she could do about it. Bridget
was 19, or 20. Amber was just 12. Her weight was no match for that of
Bridget, bearing down on her. Together they rode, one girl on top, the
other doomed to the bottom. Bridget finger-fucked her until she was
satisfied the girl had actually learned something.
I felt sleepy. I took Walter’s hand. I looked at him and
pointed to the bed. He realized I wanted to sleep, not to fuck. He
crawled into bed with me. We found a place without wet spots and, for
the first time, one of us actually drew up the sheets. Me. I drew them
up to Walter’s chest. Then I lay back with him and drew the sheet up to
my breasts. Feeling sexy, despite my weariness, I let my nipples show.
They poked above the top of the sheet, which rested upon the lower
halves of my breasts, and all the rest of me, down past my toes. Nick
gazed at me. I put my hand to my lips and kissed him goodnight. With a
groan, perhaps wishing to Do me with his newfound erection, he settled
back onto the bed. Sherry lay next to him, sound asleep. And she lay
between Nick and myself. That was quite useful. He didn’t want to wake
her, after hurting her bottom. Let her sleep as long as she could. Her
bottom would be well on its way to healing by morning, I guessed.
I closed my eyes. Near the foot of the bed, Bridget was
teaching little Amber how to touch herself.
“Ooooh! That feels GOOD!” Amber exclaimed. So recently
incensed at being forced to take fingers into her mouth, she was now
learning to finger herself. I lifted my head slightly, glanced at her.
She was kneeling upon the bed. Her panties still valiantly ringed her
legs. But they were spread, and she was looking down at herself, then
up at Bridget, then down at herself again. With one finger she gently
explored the folds of her cunt. I wondered if she’d be able to resist
losing her virginity, once she’d learned what pleasure her little cunt
could bring. She was beyond ‘show me yours, I’ll show you mine.’ She
was experiencing the first shades of real sensuality now. Her small
breasts stuck forth their buds fiercely. I guessed she’d be a regular
little Amazon, once she got her feet wet. I shut my eyes again. As I
drifted off to sleep, Bridget taught Amber how to achieve an orgasm. It
was the girl’s first.
The next morning we all went to the potty pools. We girls
knelt along the edge of the female potty pool. We faced the men. All
except little Amber. She said she was going in the men’s pool.
“You can’t,” Walter told her. “There’s a big hole in the
middle of it.”
“No there isn’t,” Amber answered. “I’ve peed here before.”
“Suit yourself,” Walter said. Then, turning away from her, he
groused, “Damn girl thinks she knows everything simply because she found
a secret opening at the top of the cliff.” He turned and faced her
again. She had settled herself into the pool. She propped her chin on
the pool’s edge and let her feet extend out behind her, until her legs
were straight. Then she opened them wide.
“Mmmm, I like doing this,” Amber said.
Walter walked over to her. He stood looking down at her.
“Hey, there’s a vent down below her,” he said. “It squirts water up,
doesn’t it?”
“Mmmm hmmm,” Amber said. She licked her tongue across her
lips. “And its nice and hot too.”
“I know. I use it to clean out my butthole,” Walter answered.
“Well now its shooting up against my pussy!” Amber replied.
“So there!”
“Good God. The girl’s fucking herself on that jet of water we
use to clean out our buttholes!” Walter exclaimed. Nick and Jim
laughed.
“Well, guess what? I used to let it shoot up my bottom too,
when I came down here all by myself. But now I’m going to use what
Bridget taught me to give myself another orgasm.”
Walter walked away. He came over to the female potty pool. I
glad Amber wasn’t with us. I didn’t want to see her ‘baptized.’
Nick and Jim stood over us with their cocks. They began
rubbing themselves. Walter joined them.
“What are you guys doing?” Amber called from across the room.
“Something you won’t be included in,” Walter answered. He
began fisting his cock.
I knelt, waiting to receive his tribute. On either side of me
knelt Bridet and Larissa, and Sherry. Being peed on, which had seemed
so horrible to me yesterday, was now something I found bearable. I
didn’t want to look shy in front of the other girls. Larissa had
apparently been peed on during the night by Nick, and claimed she had
enjoyed her ‘baptisim.’
“Open your mouth wider, honey. We aren’t being peed on today,”
Bridget whispered in my ear. I realized my lips were barely open. I
spread my jaws wider. Bridget put a finger under my chin. She tilted
my head back, so I would accept the full cannonade that was offered to
me. “Swallow,” she told me. “Swallow it all down.”
We waited. We held our faces uplifted to the three men
standing over us. Amber asked again what we were doing, but nobody
answered her. The men fisted their dicks more quickly. They were hard
and cocky, as men always are when they first awake.
“Ready, aim, fire!” Jim suddenly announced. I felt a
splattering of sperm come raining down on my face.
“Catch it! Catch it in your mouth!” Bridget told me. I did my
best. A moment later Walter erupted, giving Larissa a faceful. Nick
exploded. He aimed first at Bridget, then at Sherry. In the distance,
beyond the squeals of my friends, I heard little Amber. She sounded
like she was rubbing herself. She moaned loudly. Nick looked over at
her to see if she was slipping down the hole in the center of her pool.
But she wasn’t, I guess, for as far as I could tell he never ceased
shooting his sperm onto Bridget and Sherry.
When the men were done we girls dutifully closed our mouths. I
swallowed down what I’d been given. Then I turned around. I spread my
legs and peed. Bridget and the others did likewise. With a
sperm-bleared eyes, I glanced across the cavern at Amber. She was still
as before. She was floating tummy-down in the water. She was kicking
her legs. She clung to the side of the pool with one hand. I did not
see her other hand. Her pretty young lips opened in a series of moans
as she humped her bottom up and down in the water. I saw her small ass
rise and fall, rise and fall. Then a terrible scream tore from her
throat. Her eyes closed, she yelled out. It was an orgasm.
“Good girl,” Bridget called to her.
Within the darkest recesses of the cave, there were still more
secret places. One was the bath pool. We went there next. It was my
first sight of it. Its entrance lay in the midst of the tunnel that led
to the potty pools. But the others assured me there was no connection
between the bath and the potty. Of course, swimming back out of the
central cavern, we would have to swim through the water of the lake.
There seemed little doubt that all our pee, perhaps even our poop, wound
up in the lake. I hoped I wouldn’t have to relieve myself too often.
The bath pool consisted of a large stone room, just like the
other caverns. The rock was uncarved, living rock. In the middle stood
a big pool. It did not smell of sulfer. I wondered if God had made
Satan build this interconnecting network of caves, so humans wouldn’t
miss out on temptations to sin. I lay back in the pool. I spread my
legs. There was no dangerous hole in the center of this pool. Water, I
was told, issued from very thin cracks at the pool’s center. Nick and
Jim and Walter had previously explored lots of the features down here,
to make sure it was safe for girls. Of course, the men hadn’t found
Amber’s secret garden, where the wildflowers grew. And they hadn’t
found her opening either, at the top, where she could enter the network
of caves without getting wet. I wondered if there were any other gaps
in the men’s knowledge. Sometimes the worst thing is to think you know
it all, only to find out later you don’t.
I lay in the pool. I let the steam rise up around me. I
listened to the bubbles as they emerged at the pool’s center. It was an
endless act of creation. I liked the bubbling sound. It made me feel
happy.
We were all totally nude. But, despite being without clothes,
we were not without amenities. The kitchen had been placed here, in
this room, next to the pool. We were to be served not breakfast in bed,
but breakfast in the bath. Sherry was told to get out and make
breakfast.
“It’ll give your ass something to do,” Nick joked.
“Men never change, no matter how much they shoot their sperm
out,” Sherry answered. She got up and got out of the pool. She rubbed
her ass and looked at Nick. “Don’t fuck me here today, okay?” she asked
Nick.
“That’s why I’m putting your ass to work doing something
productive, if you’re afraid to use it for its real purpose,” he
replied.
“I should’ve gone back to the bedroom and gotten my panties,”
she answered.
I was lying in the water next to Bridget. I huddled closer to
her. She seemed the most dominant of all the females. I hoped she
would protect me if the men started being seriously disobedient. I
rolled on my side. Lightly, imploringly, I kissed her cheek. I wanted
to go slow this morning, if there was to be sex. I didn’t want to be
rushed by randy men. They were all cocky this morning. Even after
sperming our faces, in the potty room, they still seemed inordinately
full of themselves. Perhaps it was a pride in getting four young women
to join them down here. I felt Bridget’s hand fall consolingly on my
ass. She knew what I was worried about. She understood. No woman
likes feeling used. She must be won each time, if she’s to retain her
pride in herself. Bridget kissed my cheek. I let my mind drift.
Nick began bragging about how he and the others had made the
cave ‘habital,’ as he put it. His voice rang out loudly. The stone
walls of the room seemed to echo and re-echo his words has he spoke. It
seemed as if the cave was savoring each of his words. Perhaps it liked
having people down here. Centuries might have gone by without it having
any visitors.
Nick explained how the men brought the stove and refrigerator
down into the cave, swimming through the tunnel. I listened, quietly.
Softly I nuzzled my mouth against Bridget’s bosom. The topmost portions
of her boobs were above the surface of the water. With my eyes shut,
feeling deliciously comfortable, I passed my tongue across her nearest
breast. I liked her nipple.
“Mmmm,” Bridget sighed. “Bite my boobs.” But I refused. I
just wanted to lick. I didn’t want to arouse the men to violent acts.
I heard Amber’s feet slapping along the passage that led to the
bath pool. She’d gone back to the bedroom, insisting she needed her
panties. The men had let her go. She was like a child. A child in a
woman’s body, really. I wondered if she’d grown breasts too soon. Many
aspects of her personality were still undeveloped.
Amber padded into the cavern. I rolled onto my back. I opened
my eyes and looked at her. She’d done more than just put her panties
back on. Her hair had been dried. She seemed to have brightened her
lips with a very light shade of lipstick. She smiled at us. Then she
looked around. She’d not been in this room before.
“I’m glad this room doesn’t stink,” she said.
“Nope. No sulfer here,” Walter answered.
“That’s good,” Amber replied. She looked at the wall next to
her. She put a finger to it. “I’m lucky I came down here,” Amber said
in a high-pitched voice. It echoed in the room. “I’m getting too big
to slip through the entrance at the top of the cliff.”
I felt Bridget’s finger brush against my face. It rose from
the water. It offered itself to my lips. I opened my mouth. I let her
pop her finger between my lips. I sensed she wished me to suck on it.
I did. I gazed at Amber as I did. She was topless, but not
bottomless. Her fire-truck red panties clung to her hips. Somehow
she’d learned to pleasure herself, the night before, without ripping her
panties. But I missed her little bra. It had looked so cute on her the
previous day. Bridget had promised to sew her bra cups back together
again before we left the cave. In the meantime, Bridget had told her,
she didn’t need her bra. Amber talked on. Nick was silent, pleasantly
listening, as she spoke of flowers and invisible rocks. Amber’s
breasts, firm as melons, were left to wobble freely on her chest.
Whenever she drew in a breath, they wiggled. When she moved, they
wiggled. They reminded me of bouncy tennis balls, eager for a game.
Amber began walking around the pool. She seemed like a kitten
exploring a new place. She gazed up at the cavern’s ceiling. Then at
its walls, touching them. She seemed to prance as she walked. She
walked over to Sherry.
“What’cha doin’?” she asked.
“I’m cooking breakfast. Do you like breakfast?” she asked.
“Yes!” Amber answred happily. She rubbed her tummy. She stood
watching Sherry cook. “Mmmm. I like eggs,” Amber said. “Some girls
don’t, but I do. Do you have any sausages to go with them?”
“Yes,” Sherry replied. “Pre-cooked ones. From the fridge.
They just need to be warmed. I’ll do those next. This stove isn’t big
enough for me to cook both at once.”
“Okay,” Amber answered. Then she wandered away. She said she
was going to find jewels for us to look at during breakfast.
“But you must give them all to me when we go home,” she said.
Her small pantied ass wriggled enthusiastically as she walked. I looked
over at the men. I listened to the quiet hum of the refrigerator. I
smelled the eggs cooking. Our men were quite amazing, I decided,
bringing all that stuff down here. I met Nick’s gaze, smiled at him.
He cleared his throat.
“You learn all that as a Navy SEAL,” Nick said. “We have to
learn to operate in the water.”
“A tunnel is nothing, really,” Walter chimed in. “We enjoyed
the challenge. Normally we’d be bringing weapons. This was our chance
to bring something more useful.”
“Yes, boys, you’d think you’d brought the London bridge down
here,” Bridget sniped. She’d obviously heard their story a few times
before. She pinched my nipple. I yelped. Perhaps she wished to punish
me for bringing up the subject again.
“Don’t, don’t pinch my breasts,” I protested.
“Would you rather I find your tiny clit and pinch that
instead?” Bridget asked.
“Mmmmf,” I replied. I bit my lip. “It would be better than
pinching my nipples,” I answered. I felt sinful. I opened my legs.
“Alright,” Bridget said. Her hand left my gently floating
breasts and moved underwater. It slid down my tummy. She paused at my
navel. She poked me, making me laugh. Then she brushed her fingertips
lightly down to where my smooth, tanned skin gave way to the first
strands of my pubic hair. She tugged on them, one by one. Gradually
she tested each part of my pubic mound. By this careful exploration,
moving slowly down hair by hair, she finally came to my Spot.
“OH!” I said. Sherry turned her head. “No fucking ‘til after
breakfast, please,” Sherry said.
“Her ass doesn’t want to be left out,” Nick said.
Amber, meanwhile, had paused in her exploring. She stood
still. She pushed her panties down off her fanny. She stopped when
they were halfway down her thighs. Then she walked on, leaving them to
hang uselessly between her legs. I wondered if she thought that wearing
them, but not necessarily where they were needed, somehow kept her
modest. I noticed the men staring at her. They seemed mesmerized by
her virgin fanny. It was tight and small. The split of her bottom
seemed like an invitation. Dig in, and you were bound to find treasure
between those chubby, immature cheeks. You didn’t need to go looking
for jewels in the rocks. They were right there, in the shape of the two
halves of her bottom.
“Oh, look! A rock!” Amber proclaimed. She bent over. Her
back was to us. She passed her fingers along the floor. The men
watched her, avidly. Suddenly their cocks rose stiffly from the water.
Lock Ness Monsters, making their appearance. Amber rolled the cheeks of
her ass. She contracted them and made them squeeze. Then she released
them. With her head down, she contintued to explore the floor.
Meanwhile her cheeks tightened again, then relaxed. She seemed
impatient.
“Oh, I guess it isn’t a rock!” Amber said. She stood up
again. “I wonder if this one is, though?” she asked aloud. She bent
over again. She traced her fingers along the floor. Her bare bottom
squeezed, let go of itself, then squeezed again. “Oh, I suppose these
really don’t exist,” Amber announced sadly. “They’re not invisible
jewels. Just imaginary.” Amber straightened up. She turned around.
She saw the men’s risen cocks. “Is sex all you guys think about?” Amber
asked.
Nick cleared his throat. “We don’t think just about sex,” he
replied. “We also think about sex and your ass.”
Amber lifted a hand and waved it across her face. “So many
topics,” she said. Then she walked across the room. Her long legs
remained apart just enough to keep her panties from falling.
Occasionally she stopped and pulled them up a little. But never enough
to pull them up to cover herself. They remained teasingly clinging to
her thighs.
I heard sausage sizzling. Amber walked over to the kitchen.
She pressed close to Sherry.
“Is my breakfast ready yet?” she asked.
“Get in the pool. Then I’ll serve you,” Sherry replied.
“Oh, I want to help serve!” Amber said eagerly. She sniffed at
the rising odor of the sausages. “Especially those,” she said. “Can I
serve sausages to the men?”
“I’m not sure the men need any more sausages,” Sherry replied.
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