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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
BABY PUSSY
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Chapter One
Christine was tall and her high heels made her look even
taller. She’d just turned 21 and she was proud to be 21, at last, but
just a few weeks after her birthday she found herself in something of a
predicament.
Her lover, a married man, had been found out. Christine
expected that he’d have to break off the affair. But, quite
surprisingly, his wife instead had asked to meet her.
They’d met inconspicuously, at a coffee shop, just the two of
them.
“So you’re the other woman in my husband’s life?” Janice
asked. She was calm, sophisticated even, as she asked the question.
“Yes,” Christine replied. She sensed they both felt awkward.
Janice tossed back her chestnut-brown hair. It was in an elegant
coiffure but she tossed her head back anyway, as if to compose herself.
Christine, her long blonde hair pinned up for work, did the same.
They talked. Gradually they found they didn’t hate each other
as much as they’d imagined they would. And she’d approved of her,
Janice had, by the end of their conversation. But then Janice had
complicated things a little, though it meant Christine would still be
able to love her husband. Janice had invited Christine to ‘join their
family.’
Christine’s lover was 39. His wife was 29. While she still
looked terrific, as did he, they’d tried and failed for 10 years to have
a baby. So now they could have one, in a way, Janice said. Provided
Christine agreed to play their infant daughter.
At first, as might be imagined, the proposition shocked
Christine. She’d just become an adult. Now she was being asked to
regress, to go back! Yet she was tall and classically beautiful and she
knew, no matter how silly the bargain, that her adulthood was something
her lover and his wife couldn’t take away from her. It would all be
pretend. As Christine thought about it the kinkiness of it all began to
provoke her curiosity.
Christine had never tried anything different before, sexually,
except falling in love with an older man. A very handsome older man,
she reminded herself, who also happened to be her boss at work. She
loved following his orders at work, and after hours too. As she kept
speculating on what it would be like, being his pretend baby daughter,
she got more and more excited. Finally she decided to try it. After
all, as the man’s wife had joked, upon their parting, at the coffee
shop, “It will be great, Christine, as long as you don’t mind a sore
bottom!”
Christine had never been spanked by her lover. The thought of
being his daughter, and possibly having to be disciplined by him, gave
her an unexpected thrill. She was due back at work but, suddenly, since
she was running late anyway, she decided to start being disobedient.
She went home instead, took her phone off the hook, and changed into her
smallest bikini. Then she spent the afternoon lying on her porch. She
tanned herself and sipped drinks she made for herself. She read Cosmo
and painted her nails. Later, when she replaced her phone on the hook,
it rang almost immediately.
It was her boss. She smiled at the sound of her voice and
steeled herself for one of his type-A tirades. He rarely directed them
at her, since she was always so helpful and obedient to him. But, with
others, she’d seen him be a... well, a royal pain in the ass. He was a
hard-driving, workaholic-type man.
“Christine!” her boss shouted into the phone.
“Yes, Mr. Johnson?” Christine answered. She was standing in
her bedroom wearing just her bikini, but she’d untied her top as she
went for the phone. Now she slipped a pair of fingers up under one of
the cups of her loosened bra. Absently she touched one of her nipples.
It was quite hard.
“Christine, the Overland Report was due at five!” Dave Johnson,
her boss, barked into the phone.
“I know,” Christine answered.
“Well, fucking-A, it’s five thirty!” Dave shouted at the top of
his lungs. “I’m sitting here typing the damn thing myself! You know I
can’t type. Where in God’s name are you?”
“I’m sunning myself,” Christine answered.
“You’re what?” Dave cried.
“And thinking of you,” Christine added.
“Well you can think about me here in the OFFICE, where you
belong!” Dave yelled.
“I’m sorry Daddy, but I’d rather play,” Christine answered.
And then she hung up on him. Wickedly she took her phone off the hook
again.
Christine took a long bath. Afterward she looked at her bare
white bottom in the mirror. Her ass, round and high, was perched atop
what everyone admitted was a perfect pair of legs. They were long,
Barbi long, and men sighed when she walked by them on her way to work.
Christine slapped her bottom, once. She savored the sting.
She looked at her behind to see if she’d left a mark upon it. She was
so nicely formed in back. She hated to think of her behind being
punished and yet, after Janice had teased her about the possibility of
it, she found herself mesmerized by the thought. To be pampered, like a
baby, and yet punished too. It made her tremble to think about being
Dave’s spoilt little brat. She hoped he was still mad at her for
missing work.
Slowly Christine drew on a pair of panties. She almost hated
wearing them, she felt so buzzy and excited down where her legs joined.
Her nipples stood up stiffly on her bosoms. She contemplated what it
would be like to move in with Dave and his wife. She assured herself it
would only be for a few days. A weekend. She was sure things wouldn’t
work out beyond that. After all, she was an adult, with her own life to
lead. She’d be back in her apartment at the weekend’s end, perhaps
wiser for the experience. But it was, she felt, worth trying once,
especially with a man she loved.
Christine called Janice and hoped, prayed even, that she’d
answer. She did. For a moment they exchanged irrelevant small talk.
Then, drawing in her breath, Christine said, “I’m afraid I pissed off my
boss... your husband. I skipped work this afternoon and he’s very
angry.”
Janice sighed. A trembling sigh, as if teetering on a decision
to say ‘no’ instead of ‘yes.’ “Well,” she said at last. “Since you’re
his daughter I think you’d better get right home and apologize to him,
don’t you?”
“Yes,” Christine said breathlessly.
“But,” Janice said, her voice suddenly more practical. “Come
tommorrow. It’s Friday. Do you have plans for Friday?”
“Not... not really,” Christine answered. A hoped-for date with
Dave, but things had changed so much since those plans were laid.
“We’re having company tonight,” Janice said. “I’m-- I’m not
sure how I’d explain you. I mean, these aren’t really people I know,
just some business associates of my husband’s. I could call you our
Swedish exchange student or something but--”
Christine and Janice broke into nervous laughter.
“It’s okay,” Christine said. “I’ll wait ‘till tommorrow.
Tommorrow’s best.”
“Yes,” Janice added. “It will give me time to explain to my
husband that we’re about to have a baby!”
“I’m sorry if I’m keeping your husband late,” Christine said.
“At work, I mean. I’m at home... by myself.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get him home,” Janice said. “That Overland
Report is crap, anyway, from what I’ve heard of it. Some company that
will never get off the ground. But do come by tommorrow, perhaps
tommorrow afternoon?”
“Well, I have to work but--” Christine began.
“No, never mind that,” Janice said. “I’ll see you’re paid.
Just think about, well, you know... and plan to stay the weekend, would
you? Like... like a real daughter would.”
“Of course,” Christine answered. And then, afraid to say more,
she said ‘goodbye,’ in a small, child’s voice, and hung up.
Christine finished dressing. She wore a simple t-shirt with a
cherry printed on the front. She skipped putting on a bra. It was fun
to tease. But she put on a soft stonewashed denim jacket over her
t-shirt, so only the man she loved would be teased. And his wife, she
reminded herself. She put on short shorts, like a girl might wear after
school. Then she slipped on new sneakers, with heels, and walked out to
her car.
The couple lived in a big tudor mansion in the suburbs. Dave
had made great strides in business and was quite wealthy after almost 20
years of work. His wife had a part time job, as a legal secretary.
Christine parked in their driveway, just as their daughter might, if
they had one. Then she walked up to the door and rang the doorbell.
Janice answered it.
“Hi mom. I’m home,” Christine said with a smile to Dave’s
wife.
“Oh, hi! Glad you made it,” Janice replied. She let Christine
inside and shut the door. Christine hadn’t seen Dave’s car parked
outside. She guessed he wasn’t home yet.
Janice gave Christine a big hug, just like a mother might.
Christine embraced Janice and felt an odd sense of love toward the
woman. But then, as they parted, their eyes met. A seriousness
obtained between them. For a moment nothing was said. Then, Janice
reached out and, just as if Christine were her daughter, Janice took
hold of her jacket. She tugged on it, as if to straighten it. Then,
without asking permission, Janice took hold of the zipper on the
jacket. She unzipped it. Christine caught her breath but said
nothing. Janice drew back the unzipped halves of Christine’s jacket.
“I’ve always wanted a daughter,” Janice said. She gazed at
Christine’s large bosoms. “You come quite well equipped.”
Christine and Janice were both tall, both the same height. But
Christine’s bosoms were noticeably bigger. Christine held her breath
and wondered if Janice was feeling jealous.
“This will be a little difficult at first, but I’ll try to be a
good ‘mother’ to you,” Janice said. She looked up from Christine’s
breasts to her face. “If nothing else, it will prepare me for when I
finally, hopefully get to have a real baby!” she said.
“Yes,” Christine agreed. Both women shared a sudden, nervous
kiss. When their lips parted they gazed at each other again.
“Well, let’s start off with you as young as possible,” Janice
said. “That’s how real babies arrive, after all. I’ve drawn a bath for
you upstairs. It’s only 3. I think we can squeeze in a bath and
perhaps even a little naptime before Dave gets home.” She smiled.
“He’s looking forward to meeting his new baby!”
“Good!” Christine replied. And to her amazement she found
she’d almost said “Goo!”
They went upstairs, two women, full grown, yet with Christine
awkwardly letting Janice guide her. Halfway up the stairs Janice took
her hand, just as she might if Christine were her little daughter.
Janice led Christine to the bathroom. It was tiled in blue
tile. A warm bubble bath waited. A rubber duck sailed innocently
amongst the bubbles. There was a bottle of Mr. Bubble by the side of
the tub, in case Christine wanted more bubbles. And there was a big
scrub brush. Janice informed Christine that she’d be washing her with
it.
“A big baby like you might have some hard to reach places,”
Janice said when Christine’s eyes fell on the brush. It had stiff
bristles and Christine guessed it would feel quite prickly if Janice
decided to scrub her between the legs with it.
Christine gazed at the tub, the brush, the duck. She’d spent
all day getting ready. Getting her hair done, her nails, and of course
taking a bath. Now she was being asked to undress and bathe all over
again, quite needlessly. But she had agreed to be a daughter, a baby
even, so she unbuttoned her short shorts and dropped them to the floor.
Underneath she wore white schoolgirl panties.
Janice watched her. Christine had just washed her hair at home
and she asked Janice if she could pin it up, to keep it from getting
wet, and Janice agreed. Really Christine thought it was quite silly for
her to take a bath. But she couldn’t just barge in and steal this
woman’s husband and dictate all the terms to her. So she undressed.
She let Janice take her hand and she stepped into the tub. It was
marvelously warm and bubbly. With a soft, quiet sigh, Christine settled
down in the hot water. She let the steam from the water rise about her
face and her breasts and she smiled at Janice. The woman remained
clothed, just like a mother would, perched by the side of the tub,
gazing at her infant daughter.
Wearing a casual blouse and skirt, getting them a little wet as
Christine splashed around a bit, Janice scrubbed the young woman. She
soaped her whole body, even insisting on washing her face. Christine
got some soap in her mouth and Janice had to fetch a cup of water for
her to rinse her mouth out with. Janice used the big brush on
Christine’s long slender back. She scrubbed her front, burnishing her
bosoms with it and bringing both her nipples to a perfect perkiness.
She soaped and scrubbed her bare gleaming bottom. She washed Christine
all up and down her fine elegant legs. Lastly, she applied the brush
between Christine’s legs where, incongruously for a baby daughter, her
pussy hairs grew. They talked quietly and laughed over how much they
both loved Dave, and how they were willing to go to such silly lengths
to both enjoy him. They discussed shaving Christine’s snatch. They
deferred on that, deciding to wait and see what Dave thought of it.
Dave arrived home just as Christine was stepping from the tub.
He walked into the bathroom unexpectedly. He was home early.
“Hi, everyone!” he said with delighted male eyes. If he still
held a grudge against Christine for missing work, he didn’t show it. He
looked at both women, grinning broadly. Janice seemed a little upset,
for Christine, standing naked before them both, still had her hair
pinned up. She looked lovely and lean and elegant, hardly like a little
baby!
Christine wanted to run to Dave and embrace him. She wanted to
wet his pants and his work shirt and his tie with her nude wet body.
But she knew she had to defer to Janice if the relationship between them
was to work. So she waited submissively on her ‘mommie’. She did not
however, unpin her hair, perhaps as a silent reminder to Dave that she
was, indeed, a fully mature, 21-year-old female.
Finally Janice collected her thoughts and reassumed her role as
Christine’s new mother.
“Dear, this is our new daughter, Krissy, and she has to brush
her teeth with her new Sesame Street toothpaste before she can kiss you
and welcome you home,” Janice explained to her husband. He was so happy
to have both women in his presence at the same time that he didn’t
interfere. He took a seat on the toilet, the lid down, his pants still
on, but sporting an erection no daughter should ever see!
Janice guided Krissy to the sink. They’d both agreed, as
Janice washed her, that Christine must be called that. For she was just
a girl now, a baby, and babies had little names, not big grown up names
like Christine. Janice gave Krissy an adult-sized toothbrush. Some
things couldn’t be changed. But from the bathroom cabinet she took out
a Sesame Street tube of toothpaste.
“Dear, mommie will put the toothpaste on your toothbrush, so
you don’t squirt it all over the floor or get it on Daddy’s suit, like
you did last time,” Janice told Krissy. She smiled. There had been no
‘last time,’ but it was a pleasant enough excuse. Christine waited
while her new mommie squeezed toothpaste onto her brush. She was still
nude, still wet from her bath. Her mommie had a wet blouse from her
splashing. Dave watched with avid eyes, still wearing his suit from
work.
With her new toothbrush readied, Krissy put it into her mouth.
“Yuck!” Krissy exclaimed as she tasted the children’s
toothpaste. It tasted awful, like some sickly orange form of bubblegum.
“Brush!” Mommie instructed Krissy. She slapped her bare bottom
and Krissy flinched. The woman had warned her she’d have a sore bottom
if she stayed with them as their daughter. Well, she’d just gotten her
first spank, and from Janice, no less! With a bit of a grimace Krissy
forced herself to brush her teeth while keeping a wary eye on Janice’s
proximity to her bottom.
“Not like that,” Janice whispered. “Baby girls brush their
teeth recklessly. Make the toothpaste foam in your mouth.”
“Okay,” Krissy replied. She brushed like she remembered doing
as a little girl, lickety-split, as if she might miss her cartoons. But
she pretended to like the taste of the toothpaste, and the fun of using
her new toothbrush. Soon she’d succeeded in getting toothpaste suds all
over her lips. The suds ran down her chin and dripped from her chin
onto her bare tits. Krissy felt quite silly but, looking in the mirror,
she had to agree that she looked quite childish too!
Suddenly there was another slap on her bare bottom. “You’re
making a mess with the toothpaste!” Janice scolded. “Mommie just bathed
you.” She gave Janice’s derriere yet another slap and the 21-year-old
flinched and wished she’d not taken her toothbrushing quite so much to
heart. “Rinse your mouth out,” Janice told Krissy. The tall blonde
leaned over the sink and spit childishly into it, then let Janice, who
placed a hand under the running tap water, splash handfulls of water up
into her face.
“There, that’s better,” Janice said. Christine straightened
up. “Let mommie inspect,” Janice told her. The brunette pried apart
Christine’s lips and looked at her teeth. “Why, you have enough
fillings for a 21-year-old,” Janice laughed. “You must have been
getting into the candy.”
Christine was told to sit on her ‘daddy’s’ lap. She obeyed,
loving the chance to finally be close to Dave. She smiled at him, not
sure whether she had permission to kiss him or not. She gazed down at
the bulge in his crotch. Naughtily she poked at it with her finger.
“Daddy, what’s that?” Christine asked. She felt wicked doing
it but couldn’t help herself. Janice frowned.
“Little girls aren’t supposed to play with their Daddy’s
penis,” Janice said to Christine.
“I’m sorry, mommie,” Christine answered.
“We’re going to have an excellent weekend together,” Dave said
to Christine. His grin disappeared. His voice was suddenly low and
serious. He stroked Christine’s back but he looked at her bosoms. Then
he lifted his face to regard her eyes. She gazed up at him, her eyes
liquid, waiting, wanting, just like a daughter might be with her daddy.
But she sensed these words were for her adult self. “A couple will be
joining us,” he said. Christine flinched. She’d never done anything
group-wise before. Dave placed a hand on her tummy as if to console
her. He watched as her breasts rose and fell with her breathing. She
was naked, still wet from the bath, he wore his suit from work. “The
man is 25, the girl 19. They’re newly married. The man’s a marine but
his wife wants to see him play baby for the weekend. He’s agreed. His
name is Tim. You’ll like him.”
“And the girl too,” Janice added. “She will be a mother, like
me.” She pinned up her hair where strands had come loose washing
Christine. “Though, I suppose, a rather younger mother than me, being
ten years younger. And at the end of the weekend...”
“Yes,” Dave said to Christine. “I had to make a small
agreement with my wife.” He seemed compelled to suddenly cup
Christine’s heavy breasts and lift them with exploring hands. He
squeezed them. Christine felt his grip and gasped. “At the end of the
weekend, Tim, who has spent time in Singapore, will demonstrate his
skill with the rattan.” Dave cleared his throat. “You see, I’m with my
wife, and he will be with his. But you, Christine, you’ll be committing
adultery. And for that, at the end of the weekend, after you’ve been
spoilt and pampered, you must be punished.”
Christine gasped.
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you have off work Monday. Tuesday too,
if necessary.” Christine squirmed on Dave’s lap. Getting time off from
work wasn’t what had been uppermost in her mind, hearing of the caning.”
Janice bent and tweaked one of Christine’s nipples with her
fingers. “You don’t think you can just play with my husband for free,
do you?” she asked.
Christine’s mind reeled. She didn’t know whether to insist
right now on getting her clothes back on and leaving or not. She felt
Dave’s hands on her breasts and Janice’s fingers teasingly tweaking her
nipples. She spread her thighs. She wanted... well... she didn’t know
what she wanted. Finally she just nodded, silently. When she did,
Janice kissed her.
Together, Janice and Dave dried Christine. The heat of the
moment had almost dried her but they insisted on having her stand and
rubbing a big fluffy towel all over her nude body. Dave lingered with
the towel between Christine’s legs. When he finally took the towel away
she was more wet there than when he started.
Christine was permitted heels but her hair was tied into
pigtails. Then a bib was tied around her neck for supper. It had a
grinning teddy bear on it. Around her waist, just below her navel, a
yellow frill was tied. It was merely an ornamentation, a frou-frou
dress that wasn’t a dress, for it was too short to cover even her pussy,
let alone her bottom. It was tied in back with a showy ribbon in the
form of a bow. It was dressed like this that Christine was sent to
answer the front door by Janice.
“Hi! Are you here for supper?” Christine asked when she’d
opened the door. A man and his young wife looked startled at first,
then smiled.
“Yes we are, little girl,” a brunette replied. She was
slightly shorter than Christine. “What’s your name?” she asked.
Christine was about to answer with her real name but then she
remembered the new name Janice had given her. “Krissy,” she answered.
She looked at the man. He was a hunk, broad-shouldered. Looking at
him, Christine knew why the Marines called themselves ‘the few and the
proud.’ He was tall, with a soldierly bearing, and a massive chest and
arms. She shivered as she realized what such a powerful figure would be
able to do to her bottom with a rattan.
“Are you Dave and Janice’s new baby?” the brunette asked.
“Yes,” Christine answered. She put a finger to her mouth and
crossed her feet, tried to be in character, to not think about how
Janice had promised to end their weekend. Perhaps Tim would like her so
much as a little girl he wouldn’t be able to bear giving her a whipping
as an adulteress.
“My name’s Kim,” the brunette said. With her eyes she insisted
on drawing Christine’s gaze back to herself, away from her husband.
“Hi, Kim,” Christine answered. She sucked on her finger
addressing the woman, mottling her speech a little, but found solace in
it. Babies didn’t get judicial whippings for adultery.
“Good heavens! Don’t leave them standing at the door,
especially in your altogether!” Janice called from the hall. She came
running into the foyer. Christine realized she’d been so mesmerized by
the situation that she’d allowed herself to linger in front of the open
door, in the nude, the guests not entirely blocking a view of her from
the street. Janice pulled Christine back from the open door. She
invited Kim and Tim inside.
“She can be such a bad girl,” Janice said to the newlywed
couple. “Already she’s been playing with her daddy’ thing.” Janice
gave Christine a slap on her bare bottom. Christine blushed fiercely.
It was one thing to be slapped by Christine in front of Dave. It was
quite another to be slapped in front of total strangers!
The dinnertable lay in readiness. The plates were made of fine
china and Janice had gotten her silverware out. She insisted that they
must eat first, have a fine dinner. The could not simply descend into
an orgy. However, Kim would provide some entertainment as their
waitress.
Dave came into the dining room. He was dressed in a new suit.
He shook Tim’s hand. Tim also was dressed in a suit.
“Smoke?” Dave asked. He pulled a cigar from his coat pocket.
“Sure,” Tim answered.
Kim tapped her husband’s shoulder. “Dear, babies don’t smoke,”
she said.
“Just one,” Tim replied. “Before we get started.”
“Yes, let’s have cocktails first,” Janice agreed. She looked
at Kim. “Why don’t you serve us in the sitting room, since you’ve
agreed to be our waitress at dinner?”
“Okay,” Kim answered. Her voice sounded hesitant.
“Well?” Janice said.
“Well, okay,” Kim said. They began drifting toward the sitting
room, all five of them. But Janice touched Kim’s arm.
“Darling, you’re to serve us nude at dinner. Please do the
same for our cocktails,” Janice said. Kim looked at her husband, at
Dave, back to her husband. They gave her no help.
“Alright,” she relented. The men grinned. With Janice still
holding her lightly by the arm, Kim reached back and unzipped her
miniskirt. She let it fall to the floor. She looked again, pleadingly,
at her husband. But Tim only smiled. A male smile; wicked, expectant.
Kim put her hands on her panties. They were red thong panties
and she slipped them down off her hips. The center strip was caught
within her pussy lips and as Kim slipped down her panties the strip held
out a moment, not wishing to leave her slit. Finally it popped from
within her lips. It wiggled between her tense legs. Kim slid her
panties all the way down her legs and, bending, with Janice’s hand still
on her arm, she stepped out of them.
Dave held out his hand. Kim, lifting her panties up from her
feet, holding them in her hand, wondering what to do with them, saw Dave
wanted them. Reluctantly she handed them to him. He grinned at her
husband and took the panties and stabbed the crotch of them against the
bright tip of his cigar.
“I’ve always liked crotchless panties best,” Dave grinned at
Tim.
“Oh! Those are my best panties!” Kim cried.
“Darling, you should know better than to wear your best panties
to an orgy,” Janice said to the girl. With chagrined eyes Kim watched
as Dave deliberately burned a hole in her panties with his cigar. He
attacked the crotch, the very part that had held out longest when she
pulled her panties down. When he was finished, it would never again
offer such resistance. There was a big gaping hole burnt into the
fabric of her crotch.
“Your blouse, darling, and your bra,” Janice reminded Kim. The
girl woke as from a daze, still staring at her panties, and put her
hands to the buttons of her blouse. She unbuttoned all three buttons in
front, then lifted the opened garment over her head. Finally, reaching
back, she unsnapped her bra. Its cups popped from her breasts, she drew
them off completely. Her bosoms, stiff nippled, wiggled before the men
and their cigars.
“Yes, the bra too,” Dave said. He made Kim hand him the bra.
It was made of a light, chiffon fabric. Semi-see through. With his
cigar, Dave attacked Kim’s bra. He burnt holes in it right where her
nipples pressed against the cups when she wore it. To her gasping
dismay, Kim was forced to watch as her bra had twin holes burnt into it,
so it could never again hide her nipples. Then Dave handed Kim’s bra
and panties back to her. But Janice, intervening, plucked the garments
from the girl’s hand.
“You will serve us in just your stockings, dear,” Janice said
to the girl. “Come, let me brush your hair out so you look your very
best.”
The men retreated to a sofa, taking Christine with them. They
sat her on Dave’s lap, but with her legs stretched out and extended over
the knees of Tim. Janice took Kim to the room’s wet bar and brushed out
the girl’s hair with an ivory-handled brush. Then she helped Kim mix
drinks and put them on a tray for the girl to serve them.
Janice joined the men on the couch. She sat not next to her
husband but, rather, next to Tim. Kim approached the four and offered
them drinks. She was clad only in black stockings, elastic ones that
stayed up by themselves, thigh-high, adorning her legs and providing a
striking contrast to her bare pussy. Its dark curls nested at the
juncture of her legs, matching the color of her stockings but quite
opposite in color to her lightly-tanned belly and hips. Around her
waist, where she usually wore her bikini, her skin was absolutely
white. Kim was bare from the legs up, a walking, stockinged statue, her
sex freely displayed to her friends. Christine caught her scent as the
girl drew close, leaning in to hand a drink to Dave. With her tongue,
hardling needing to move at all, Christine leaned forward and
impulsively licked at Kim’s slit.
“Oh!” Kim cried. She almost spilled Dave’s drink on him.
“Mmmm, you taste sweet,” Christine said in a babyish voice.
She didn’t know why she’d licked this girl’s pussy, except that her own
felt wet and excited and she wanted to further things along, afraid
though she was of how their weekend would end.
“Yes, babykins, you may have a little treat before dinner!”
Janice called out, clapping her hands with glee at Christine’s
initiative. “Have a little honey. Just lick it right out of her!”
Dave and Tim seemed equally enthralled by Christine’s
maneuver. They grabbed Kim and held her and ordered Christine to lick
the honey out of her slit. Gulping, wishing she hadn’t been so forward,
Christine complied.
With her long brown hair tumbling down over her shoulders, Kim
watched as Christine naughtily set to work on her twat. Her plump tits
hung from her chest like twin balloons as she, bending slightly, was
forced to endure the attack. Christine tongued within her slit and
Kim’s nipples, already perky, stood to even greater attention. Within
her slit her clitty buzzed. Christine found it with her tongue and Kim
uttered a startled gasp. She was captured now, and braving the assualt
she pushed her hips forward, letting Christine tongue her more deeply.
“Yes! Yes! Oh, my God!” Kim called out. It was obvious she
felt embarrassed at being eaten out in such a public way but she
couldn’t stop herself now. It was too pleasurable. While not quite
willing to grab Christine’s head and jam her into her slit, keeping her
hands up by her own bosoms, Kim nonetheless shoved her hips farther
forward and impaled herself on Christine’s tongue.
Christine, meanwhile, tried to play her fingers upon her own
slit. Widening her legs she touched herself, but Dave caught her wrists
and pulled her fingers back. It was not yet time, he whispered. He
wished to savor her need. So Christine, denied pleasure of her own,
attacked more viciously, with mindless heat, Kim’s little slit. The
brunette wobbled on her heels. She leaned back against her husband’s
legs and he had to hold her to keep her from toppling over. Like a
hungry animal Christine fed within Kim’s sex. Finally the brunette,
despite her best attempts to preserve her decorum, still holding the
tray with two drinks still jitteringly perched upon it, broke into
orgasm. Gasping, screaming, she let her sex be ravaged by Christine’s
mouth. The blonde dug deep with her tonuge. Her own fingers still
struggled to get at her own slit, but Dave held them back. Kim came and
came again, and only then, with Dave’s permission, was Christine
permitted to lift her face from the girl’s muff.
“There, I hope that satisfied your sweet tooth,” Kim said at
last to Christine. She brushed her long brown locks back from her
face. Her eyes were wet with tears. Her cunt was wetter. She licked
her lips. Christine, looking up at her, licked her own lips.
“You have a tasty slit,” Christine said in a babyish voice to
Kim. The brunette’s juices were all over Christine’s cheeks.
“Thanks,” Kim said. “Call me anytime you miss dessert.”
Stalking about in her black stockings, Kim served the two
remaining drinks to her husband and Janice. Then she sat got drinks for
herself and Christine and sat down behind the blonde, next to Dave.
“She has a very perfect, spankable-looking bottom,” Kim mused,
gazing at Christine’s rump. It bulged back over Dave’s legs. Sipping
her drink, she extended a finger and ran it down between the cheeks of
Christine’s ass.
Christine, trying to drink her own drink, nearly spilt it on
herself. “Hey! Get your finger out of my bottom!” Christine
protested. The men laughed. Janice and Kim laughed.
“I hardly think *you* have any right to complain,” Kim replied.
Two highchairs waited by the dining room table. Christine had
tried not to look at them earlier but now, as the couples finished their
drinks, it was obvious that the hour for dinner had arrived. Aperitifs
had been enjoyed. Even the moisture produced by Kim’s cunny had been
sampled. The men rose. In their rising they took Christine with them.
She stood, her bottomcheeks huddling, for Kim was still poking at them
with her finger.
“You have a nice ass,” Kim said to Christine, sitting behind
the blonde, who stood next to Dave.
“Thanks,” Christine said. She wished she could let a fart in
the girl’s face. She was, after all, two years older than her. Kim
gave Christine’s bottom a slap.
“I’ll enjoy seeing my husband cane you,” Kim said.
“Come, babykins, time for din-din,” Janice said. She rose and
walked over to Christine. She drew the girl away from Kim’s inquisitive
finger. Glad to be taken out of range of Kim, Christine let herself be
drawn through the sitting room and over to the dining room table.
Fine china and silverware waited for the guests who would sit
at table. But Christine, who was to sit in one of the highchairs, saw
that her place, on the chair’s tray, was set with small, baby things, a
spoon (no knife or fork) and a small plastic plate and bowl. A cup,
also made of plastic, sported a painting of Tweety-Bird.
Christine’s bib already had come in handy. It was stained with
Kim’s juices. Not bothering to change it, Janice lifted the tray up on
Christine’s highchair so the girl could seat herself.
Christine looked down at the chair. It had been specially
made. It was big enough for an adult. The seat was unusual. It had a
fairly sharp ridge in the center of it, running from back to front,
which Christine regarded as most uncomfortable-looking, a sort of
“wedgie” built right into the chair. In addition the whole seat was
angled forward, the back being higher up than the front. It was as if
the maker wished her to slide off his seat. But, almost like an
afterthought, at the front of the seat, right in the center, was a small
knob. Christine guessed it would serve as just enough as a stoppage,
pressing up against the base of her slit, to keep her sliding out of the
chair.
“Sit down, dear. What are you waiting for? The chair’s been
specially made for you,” Janice said.
“I-- I can see that,” Christine said in a faltering voice. By
a pervert with an eye for torturing females. Nonetheless she turned
and, stepping up onto a step built between the chair legs, for the chair
was quite tall, she settled her soft bottom onto the seat. ‘Into’ would
not have been the right word, with this seat, for as soon as Christine
sat she let out a woeful cry as she felt the ridge jam itself up into
the crack of her bottom and press insistently at her slit. The seemed
to want to make her slide right back off it but the knob, sticking up,
just managed to hold her slit and keep her from toppling out. Yet as
Christine looked down at herself she saw that much of her slit remained
visible, the knob just catching the base of her pudenda, leaving all
else easily seen by the dinner guests. She closed her legs against
their staring eyes.
“Now darling,” Janice said, lowering Christine’s tray on her
highchair, Dave seating himself, Kim and Tim lingering nearby. “That’s
hardly the way for a grown babygirl to sit, with her legs together.
Especially at dinner, with everyone eager for dessert.” Janice locked
the chair in place and then strolled around behind Christine. She
stroked the girls arms and drew them back and forced Christine to drop
them down through the hole in the back of her highchair. Like most
chairs, the back of hers pressed against the middle of her back, but
below that there was just a space, thru which her bulging bottomcheeks
could be seen. It was through this space in the back of the chair that
Janice insisted Christine drop her wrists. As soon as the blonde did,
she felt leather shackles. Lovingly Janice buckled these around her new
babygirl’s wrists. “Don’t worry, mommie will feed you,” Janice told
Christine. “If I let you feed yourself you’d just make a mess.”
Christine felt like she was about to slide out of her chair.
But Tim approached her and took hold of her legs. He drew them apart.
She showed her slit to him and he enjoyed eyeing it. But he had more
malicious plans. Extending from the front of the highchair, on both
sides, were wings, made of wood, like the chair, and with leather
manacles hanging down from them. Tim, with one eye on Kim’s
well-displayed pussy, tied off her knees against the forward-jutting,
wide-apart wings of the chair. The effect was to force Christine to
display her pussy to all the guests. She realized she’d be sitting this
way throughout dinner. Her highchair’s seat was above the top of the
table. Dave would be able to stare at her sex while he ate and make
wicked plans for it.
However, Janice had one more surprise in store for Christine.
There was a hole in the ridge that jutted within the crack of
Christine’s bottom. She’d been grateful for the little hole, for it
centered right over her anus and spared her bottomhole from having to
sit upon the ridge. But now, with a sense of horror, Christine realized
that the hole wasn’t meant to spare her anus, but rather to put it in a
worse position than the entire rest of her bottomcrack!
Janice appeared with a dildo. Apparently it had been in a
small leather pouch affixed to the back of one of the highchair’s legs.
She showed it to Christine. The pouch had contained a tube of vaseline
in addition to the dildo, and now she squirted liberal amounts of
vaseline over the dildo.
“Yes, you’re going to have a friend at dinner,” Janice told
Christine. The woman laughed. Kim laughed. Dave and Tim laughed.
Christine was not amused. Yet, looking at Dave, she realized that she
loved him enough to at least try this perversion, if only to please
him.
Janice leaned forward and slipped her hand underneath the seat
of Christine’s highchair. “Have you ever been fucked up the butt,”
Janice asked Christine.
“Once-- by your husband...” Christine breathed.
“Well!” Janice snapped, obviously offended. With a vigorous
push she shoved the dildo up through the hole and against Christine’s
anus.
“Noooooo!” Christine yelped. Her cry quickly turned to a wail
as, with her arms firmly bound behind her, she felt her hole yielding to
the big dildo. “Ackcckchhh!” Christine cried. “No! Please don’t! We
only fucked once--” she begged. But Janice, who would have introduced
her to the dildo even if she were virgin, rammed the big thing up into
her ass.
“Ohhhh, please!” Christine begged. The big dildo made her roll
her eyes and puff out her cheeks. She threw her chest forward, hoping
somehow to squirm off it. Yet with inexorable force it was pushed up
within her, burning, itching, pressing all the air from her lungs, just
as Dave’s cock had done to her. “Stoooop! No! It’s going-- It’s going
to far up me!” Christine yelled.
There was laughter. “You’ve only got three inches in you,
girl. Four to go,” Janice said. Christine’s eyes rolled. Her lashes
batted. She licked her lips. She bit her lower lip. Tim took hold of
her face and pried her teeth off her lip so she would not cut herself.
He forced open her jaw. He drove his tongue into her mouth even as she
struggled upon the rising prong in her ass. She tasted of his wife,
from licking Kim. Tim bathed her teeth with his tongue and she tried to
fight him off with her own tongue. It was useless. She was invaded at
both ends and could do nothing to stop either entry. Only her pussy
remained untouched, but well-displayed, with the little knob pressing
insistantly against the lowest portion of her sex’s lips.
“There, all ready for dinner. You’ll be a very good girl now,
won’t you?” Janice smiled. Her hands were open, above Christine’s chair
seat again. Yet the prong remained beneath, fixed into place with a
strap pulled over its base. Janice kissed Christine’s cheek. “Yes,
dear, I don’t think you’ll be too wiggly at dinner. And you’ll eat all
your pees too, or mommie will give you the last inch of the dildo.”
Tim remained to be seated in a high chair of his own. He would
sit across the table from Christine, facing her directly. Janice,
seated between the two, at the head of the table, would be able to stand
up and easily feed either of her babies. Dave sat down next to
Christine, in a chair, where he could easily reach up and finger her
slit. Kim would sit next to her husband, his cock within easy reach of
her fingers.
Janice strolled up to Tim and bade him undress. The marine,
usually having to lead a platoon and shoulder responsibility, seemed
happy to give himself up to her wiles. With his wife’s help, with Dave
looking on, Tim took off his clothes.
“Everything,” Janice reminded him, seeing him linger over his
briefs. “Everything but your socks.” Tim obeyed. As he did he eyed a
large, sharp knife lying at Janice’s place. “Oh, my! You’re much too
large for a baby. And so hairy!” Janice exclaimed as Tim pulled down
his shorts. A huge, snakelike cock popped from his briefs. Below hung
twin balls, in a hairy sack. All around the base of his big prick was a
wealth of blonde hair that matched his blonde crewcut.
“Yes, he should shave before dinner!” Kim laughed. “I guess
we’ll have to do it for him.”
“Go easy on me with that knife, girls,” Tim said with a wary
glance at the big carving knife.
“Sit down, dear. Mommie will take care of everything,” Janice
replied. Lightly she touched his arm. Together she and Kim led Tim to
his highchair and lifted the tray and made him sit down.
“Damn! This ridge hurts!” Tim exclaimed. As he sat Christine
saw, not without delight, that the ridge in Tim’s chair, in addition to
wedging into his ass crack, lifted his balls. It forced them to almost
split, it seemed, as the ridge shoved them up, forcing one ball to lie
on one side of the ridge and the other ball to lie on the opposite
side. Above them both his cock stuck up straight, pointing lewdly at
her. “Unhh. I feel like I’m going to cum with this damn ridge forcing
itself up against my balls!” Tim said.
“Mmmm, well you’d better not cum, dearhart. We’re saving your
sperm for dessert,” Janice said to Tim. Teasingly she passed her
fingers over the length of his cock.
“Ohhh, God! Please make me cum. I can’t have my balls be this
full with that damn ridge under them!” Tim begged. He might have jerked
himself off, but already his wife was pulling his arms back and
shackling them to the outside of the back of the chair. Of course, he
might have thrown both women off him and risen at any moment, prior to
being completely tied down, but he didn’t. With gritted teeth he
endured as first his arms were bound together behind him, and then his
legs were bound wide apart, to the wings of the chair.
Christine looked at Tim. He gazed back at her. “I like your
penis,” Christine finally admitted. It was big and hard and it throbbed
at her, like some spear pointing right at her sex.
“I like your pussy,” Tim replied. “But I’m still going to
thrash your ass at the end of the weekend.”
Christine shivered. She did not like being reminded of that.
As if to take her mind off it, Dave reached over and began playing his
fingers within her slit. Christine shivered again and tried to shove
her hips farther forward, but the knob at the front of her seat was in
the way. Lightly, teasingly, Dave touched the folds of her sex, not
entering her, but making her desperate for him. Christine wriggled in
her seat and then wished she hadn’t, letting out a sharp yelp, for the
prong stuffed up her butt was most uncomfortable, and most demanding in
its insistence that she sit still. She sat straighter in her chair and
tried to ignore Dave’s fingers in her slot. Yet she couldn’t quite
bring herself to ask him to desist.
Whipped cream was fetched. Christine thought it must be for
their dessert, and wondered at its being brought out so early. Then she
saw that, lying on a plate next to the bowl of whipped cream, there was
a shaving brush.
Janice dipped the brush into the cream. “Mmmm. Sweet!” she
said, tasting the cream. Then, with Kim smiling at her husband and
stroking his very stiff penis, kissing his chest a little, Janice spread
the whipped cream all over Tim’s pubic hair. She even spread cream over
his uplifted balls. Then, remarking that you never knew when such a
hairy guy as Tim might grow hair on his dick, she spread whipped cream
all over his huge penis as well.
“Now, even though I don’t have a straight-edge razor, I still
think I can do a pretty good job with this knife,” Janice said. She
hoisted the big carving knife that had lain waiting next to her china
plate. With a grin at Tim, showing she wasn’t afraid of the knife at
all, she sliced down the front of her evening gown. It split open.
Within, a pinup’s body was revealed. She wore no panties, no bra.
Simply a pair of black stockings, like Kim. With a shiver Janice
relieved herself of the ruined gown. It fell in a pool to her feet and
she stepped out of it. Then she strode over to Tim. She bent and her
large breasts, falling forward, banged against his well-creamed cock.
The contact left blobs of white cream on her bosoms. Oblivious to this,
Janice began, very carefully, to draw the sharp edge of the knife along
Tim’s big penis.
“No!” Christine breathed. She couldn’t bear to think of what
damage would be done to the big man’s organ if Janice made the slightest
mistake. Yet she was the only one who held her breath (except Kim,
perhaps just a little, though she tried hard not to show it). Gradually
Janice began to scrape the whipped cream off Tim’s penis. To show the
man she wasn’t afraid of the danger the blade posed, she ran her tongue
down it after each stroke to clean it. Then it was back to work, slowly
slicing the cream off his penis, then his uplifted balls. She seemed
less concerned with shaving his hair off. If some came with the cream,
so be it. But if not, she was happy to just get the cream. As she
worked she became so excited that she had to frig her pussy with her
fingers. The juice got on the blade as she handled it and made the
blade more slick.
Kim was not averse to fiddling in her own slit. Watching,
mesmerized, consoling her husband and kissing him now and then, she
rubbed her sex. Dave, enamored by the event, released his penis from
his pants and rubbed it. Would he be next? Christine could not know.
Then she got her answer. Rising up, Dave pulled her highchair back from
the table. He got in front of her, blocking her view of Tim. He kissed
her and then, quite abruptly, he shoved himself into her. He fucked her
hard. She could not resist, but she was wet, and hungry for him. He
fucked her until he spilled in her and then, withdrawing at last, he
zipped himself up again. Christine was forced to sit at dinner with her
cunny dripping out drops of his cum.
With Dave’s penis cleaned of cream and his balls shaved a
little, Janice sat down to eat. Kim went to the kitchen and brought out
their food. Inbetween serving them she stopped to frig herself, and it
was with rather ambivalent feelings that Christine let Kim place food on
her small plate and into her bowl.
Then the meal began, Kim retaking her seat to eat with the rest
of them. Janice stood and cut Christine’s food. She fed the girl with
her fingers. Her own fingers were wet from her sex but Christine tried
not to think of that and accepted what Christine fed her. When Janice
had fed Christine some bits of food she sat down and enjoyed her own
meal. Dave, rising, took her place, and fed Christine with his
fingers. His tasted of the precum he’d received upon them while
masturbating his cock. Nonetheless Christine accepted his food-laden
fingers in her mouth, somewhat more happily than she’d accepted his
wife’s.
Then Kim took her turn at feeding the baby. Christine could
taste the sex on her fingers that she’d earlier tongued. Having found
release with Dave in her, Christine was less enamored of the taste of
the girl’s sex than she had been. Yet she accepted the fingers,
reluctantly. Kim pretended to fuck her as she fed her, by jabbing her
fingers into Christine’s mouth. All the while Christine remained seated
on the awful prong, it splitting her ass cheeks, her hands tied behind
her. Her cunt dripped Dave’s sperm.
Christine and Tim made no secret of their pleasure at being
able to stare at each other’s sexes. All through the meal Christine
gazed at Tim’s big unspent cock. Tim looked with avid eyes at
Christine’s pussy, already used by one man, spread wide for another.
“Honey, do you like Christine’s pussy?” Kim asked her husband
as Janice, letting Kim finish her meal, brought out dessert.
“Yeah,” Tim replied. He looked at Christine as he answered his
wife, not even bothering to turn toward her.
“That’s good, honey, because I have a little present for you,”
Kim said. She reached behind the chair and drew a dildo out of the
handy pouch.
“What? No! I’m-- I’m a boy!” Tim protested. But it was no
use. With his pubic hair still sporting a wealth of whipped cream that
Janice had, in the end, decided not to shave off him, the man was forced
to endure the shoving up his behind of a dildo. Janice helped Kim and
together they made Tim take the entire nine inches of the dildo. They
even fastened it in place, underneath the seat, when they were done, so
that Tim would have
‘something to think about,’ as they put it, during dessert.
Nonetheless, when dessert was served, with Tim and Christine each being
fed by the others, the two continued to stare at each others’ sexes.
Christine, of course, being female, was in the uncomfortable
position of having to endure her dildo the longest. She bore the
straining thing in her bottom all through dinner and dessert. At last,
with dessert over, and the night beckoning, Janice pulled out both
victims’ dildos as Kim cleared the table.
Christine and Tim were helped down from their chairs. In
expectation of the long night ahead, Tim’s organ was unravaged, unlike
Christine’s pussy, which dripped Dave’s sperm, for she was female and
could cum as much as she pleased, spilling within her nest, moistening
the male’s entry, not needing to pump into others, but only to receive.
Tim walked over to Christine, his penis erect as a
horizontally-laid flagpole. He embraced her. He kissed her. They had
suffered together. She let him kiss her and felt his big organ pressed
hard up against her belly. Yet, he’d promised her, no matter what
happened between times, he would thrash her at the weekend’s end. The
thought made her tremble. Would he really do that? Would he really be
so cruel?
Janice suggested they adjourn to their master bedroom. The
five agreed, Tim and Christine walking with their hands rubbing their
bottoms, for both were sore from sitting on the prongs. Christine
untied her bib and frill and let them fall to the floor.
“Christine! That’s no way to treat the clothes mommie’s bought
you!” Janice said. She bent and picked up Christine’s bib and frill.
“I’m sorry, mommie,” Christine said.
Upstairs a large bed with an embroidered coverlet beckoned.
The lights in the room were already on, but dimmed, giving the room a
romantic appeal. A tube of KY waited on the nightstand, plus condoms,
for any who wished them.
“Oh, but I must pee first!” Kim said. The others laughed at
this intrusion of the practical upon such a romantic affair.
“Let us all, then. Together. It’s fun to watch,” Janice
said. She hooked her arm through Kim’s and led the girl into the master
bath. It had green tile. There Kim peed, then flushed, and Christine,
who wished she might douche herself, went next. Then Janice, and
finally the two men. Then both Janice and Kim, eager to suffer as
Christine already was, with Dave’s sperm dripping out of her, led all
five of the partiers back into the bedroom. In the meantime, as they
peed, Dave had taken his clothes off. Now all five stood nude next to
the bed, admiring each other. Dave was up again and Tim, having never
cum yet, was stiff as a board.
“Well, let’s get better acquainted then, shall we?” Janice
asked. And the five of them tumbled into bed.
Next morning all five were at the dining table again, for
breakfast. Christine, who’d enjoyed herself liberally with Dave, and a
little with Tim, seemed to have aroused a vindictive nature in Janice.
She asked Christine if she wished to have cereal and then, after feeding
her a few spoonfulls of oatmeal, dumped the rest down on Christine’s
tummy.
“Ahhh! Why did you do that?” Christine asked. With her arms
once again bound behind her she had no hope of keeping the woman from
doing just as she wished. She looked at Janice balefully.
“I felt you were being too fussy,” Janice replied, though
Christine, famished, had only been eating quickly, lapping up the
spoonfulls of oatmeal as soon as Janice brought them to her lips.
“Would you like buttered toast instead?”
“Yes!” Christine said. Yet she had a sinking feeling Janice
might wish to play games with the toast too.
“And which flavor of jelly?” Janice asked her. There were
bottles of both Grape and Cherry jelly on the table.
“I like Grape best,” Christine answered.
“Then I’ll give you Cherry,” Janice said maliciously. And she
did, spreading it liberally all over Christine’s toast. “Ready?” she
asked at last.
“Yes,” Christine said. And just as soon as she’d said it
Janice lifted up the toast and ground it into her face! She smooshed
the Cherry jelly all over Christine’s freshly made up face and seemed to
wish to wash her face with the buttery toast, which of course wasn’t
washing it at all, but making it terribly messy instead.
“That’s for fucking my husband all night,” Janice said to
Christine.
“I’m sorry,” Christine said. Everyone laughed, except her,
though at last, seeing herself in a mirror, she had to laugh a little,
because she looked so silly and babyish.
Janice, satisfied at having gotten a little revenge on
Christine, apologized. Then she fixed her a new bowl of oatmeal and fed
the whole thing to her. It would have been an excellent meal, but
Christine was forced to eat the whole breakfast, even the fruit which
Janice cut for her and fed her, with jelly all over her face. Tim
suffered a simliar fate. Except his wife, not content with smooshing
jelly all over his face, fixed another well-buttered slice and rubbed it
all over his penis. It was stiff with the morning, and he was left to
consume his breakfast with a buttered, jellied, face and penis. He
looked at Christine and she looked at him and, both feeling rather
embarrassed, they nonetheless managed to laugh at their predicament, for
they both were growing more fond of each other by the hour. Christine
hoped it would spare her the vengeance of Tim’s promised rattan.
After a long night of lovemaking, Tim woke Christine early on
Sunday morning. “Get up,” he insisted. She blinked her eyes. She
rolled over in bed, disentangling herself from the limbs of his wife.
They’d shared a passionate embrace when the men were all spent, at 3
a.m., rubbing their slits together.
Tim stood beside the bed. He was freshly shaved and smelled of
men’s cologne, though he was quite naked. His penis stood out randily.
Christine reached for it but he drew back. He pulled her up from the
bed. “It’s time,” he said simply.
“Oh, please, Tim!” Christine said in a panicked voice. She’d
made love to him during the night and she’d been sure, as they’d enjoyed
each other, that he would spare her. Yet he pulled her to her feet,
gruffly, showing none of the tenderness they’d shared through the
previous night’s long hours.
“Oh, Tim is going to whip her!” Kim, awakening, announced. And
so it was that the rest got up, and followed Tim downstairs. There he’d
prepared a trestle over which to cane Christine on her bottom.
“No!” Christine uttered as she saw the wicked device over which
she was to be tied. Implacably Tim drew her to it. He made her bend
over it. Though made of wood, there was a leather cushion tied over the
top of it, into which Christine pressed her belly. She found a handhold
running between the legs on the other side and gripped it tightly. She
felt her legs opened behind her and female fingers came to her ankles
and tied them to the trestle’s back legs. Kim and Janice, helping,
while Tim went and took from a corner a big rattan cane sheathed in
leather.
“Do not tie her wrists,” Tim told the women, flexing his cane
with his hands. “I want her to learn to be poised over the bar.”
“Afterward, will you fuck her?” Kim asked her husband
matter-of-factly.
“Of course. I wouldn’t want to put such a hot, squirming
bottom as she’ll have to waste,” he replied.
“Oh,” Kim said in a small voice. Suddenly she looked up at her
husband. “Then cane me too, and let me have your cock. Let Dave take
her.”
Janice walked round in front of Christine. Boldly she shoved
her slit against Christine’s forehead. “Lift your face and lick, little
one,” she said. “I won’t be left out.”
Christine, anxiously awaiting the start of her whipping,
nonetheless lifted her face. She stuck out her tongue and Janice,
moving her hips forward, impaled her pussy upon it. With her own legs
spread behind her, her own fig showing quite wantonly, Christine licked
hard at Janice’s slit. She heard Tim swinging the cane behind her and
she clenched her soft bottomcheeks together, knowing his attack was
imminent.
“God, what a lovely sight,” Tim remarked. “And it will be
lovlier still when she’s wriggling that tight little ass of hers like a
well-spanked child.”
“Must it be--” Dave paused. “A judicial whipping?”
“I know no other,” Tim said. “I suppose I could try to give
lighter strokes but--”
“Go ahead,” Dave said. “I’ve never seen one. She’s got the
perfect ass for whatever you intend. Do it as hard as you like. If
necessary we’ll tie her hands.”
Christine clung to the bar beneath her. She wanted to get up
but Janice had her head gripped between her lovely woman’s thighs now.
They were soft and creamy to the touch but unaccountably strong.
Christine’s head felt like it was in a vise. Her nose was turned up to
the woman’s muff, inhaling the perfume of Janice’s thatch. Her tongue
was wedged in the woman’s slit. Rather tightly, almost to the point
that she coulnd’t get it out, though with effort she did and promptly
stuck it back up her again, knowing she must. Janice ran a hand over
Christine’s tousled blonde locks and urged the girl to tongue her
faster.
WHIIICK! Suddenly a pass of the cane, which Tim had been
swinging behind her, actually caught Christine on her bottom.
“Oooh!” Christine gasped. She tried to rise up but Janice held
her tightly within her thighs. A streak of pain flared across
Christine’s heinie.
WHAAAACK! A harder stroke. Christine jerked upward, lifting
Janice a little, but the woman was too strong for her. Janice moved
suddenly, catching Christine’s neck between her thighs, leaving
Christine’s tongue. The blonde found herself truly trapped now, like a
cow waiting to be branded, her neck caught and her head protruding out
the back of Janice’s legs.
“Oh, I won’t be able to sit tomorrow...!” Christine moaned.
She let go of the clutch bar and reached back to grab at her heinie. It
burned, she wished to rub it, but Janice deftly caught both her wrists
and yanked her arms up.
“Yeeeech!” Christine gritted. Bent way over, her arms being
suddenly pulled up behind her hurt and made them feel like they would be
pulled off her shoulders and dislocated if she disobeyed.
CRAAAA-AAAACK! This time the cane really struck. Christine
bucked. Janice held her tight with her thighs, by her neck. Christine
waggled her bare bottom. It stung as if a vertical flight of bees had
landed upon it, all stinging her in a very straight line.
“Noooo!” Christine begged. But Tim hit her again, and again,
each time finding a new spot on her seat, always careful, with the skill
of an executioner, to avoid hitting the same place twice. Gradually, to
Christine’s great regret, a slow mass of red weals began to form across
her bottom. Each one stung fiercely. She struggled to get up but
Janice was strong and held her down with her legs. She kept Christine’s
arms pulled up in back of her to help the girl behave.
At last, the whipping having decorated Christine’s hot bulbing
cheeks quite remarkably, it was ended in favor of Tim’s penis. He
rammed it into Christine, first in her slit. Then, while kissing
Janice, who continued to ride Christine, he withdrew from her slit and
entered quite forcibly in her bottom.
Kim, while not getting to have her husband, was nonetheless
kept to her promise to lie over the bar. After Christine was finished,
and left to stand in a corner rubbing her bottom, Kim was put over the
bar. She struggled, for her husband had spent himself in another, yet
insisted on whipping her anyway. Janice held her down. And then Tim,
who had never whipped his wife before, gave her an introduction to his
skills. When he was finished Dave enjoyed her hot bottom grinding into
his loins as he fucked her.
Marked, branded by the cane, both Christine and Kim spent the
day in bed. They hated their friends for whipping them but their
friends, the whipping done, now showered them with love. They served
the girls breakfast in bed and pampered them in every way possible.
Gradually the girls pouted less, frowned less and, as the pain in their
tushies subsided, rubbed and worried over their bottoms less. By
nightfall they were enjoying all the loving attention. They were like
children in hospital eating ice cream, having had their tonsils out.
When at last Monday morning came it was time for the five to
break up.
“Will we meet again, perhaps next weekend?” Janice asked
Christine. She glanced at Kim. She looked back at Christine. “I
enjoyed having you as my daughter. I think, in the end, I sort of had
both of you as my daughters.”
“Perhaps then we shall meet, for I enjoyed it too. Mostly,”
Christine added, giving her bottom a rueful rub.
“And shall you be whipped again?” Janice asked.
“If you spoil us as thoroughly as you did, it might be worth
it,” Kim said.
“I should keep my skills up,” Tim said. “And Dave here
probably needs to learn, in case you get out of hand, Janice.”
“Oh, I never get out of hand,” Janice replied. “But I don’t
mind having bratty twin daughters, and spoiling them.”
“Then we shall,” Kim said. She looked at Christine.
“Okay,” Christine said. Then she looked at Tim. “I think a
real judicial whipping is harder than the one you gave us,” she said.
“You were just trying to scare us, weren’t you?”
“I could give a real judicial whipping if I wanted to,” Tim
said.
“Mmmmm,” Christine said. “I hope you don’t.”
“You never know,” Tim said. “You better be good at work all
week long or I just might have to.”
“Can I have today off?” Christine asked Dave.
“If you get me off,” Dave replied. His wife gave him a scold,
hearing that. But Christine, figuring it was five minutes work for a
whole day off, quite happily dropped to her knees and let Dave poke his
stiff thing into her mouth.
THE END
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