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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
KIDDIE CLITTIES
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Chapter Two
I thought it would be difficult for me to get Tabitha to go to
Eveline’s party with me but it was not. She was bored with the summer.
She spent most of her year in a boarding school, far from home, and the
novelty of leaving her friends at school and being alone with her
parents on their farm had worn off. It was midsummer, she was
restless. Her parents did not mind her going out for the night so long
as she went with Eveline and I. Eveline was 19, and responsible, in
their estimation. They did not imagine she ran an escort service for
men. Tabitha’s parents waved goodbye to the three of us as we drove off
in Eveline’s red convertible. They believed, like Eveline’s parents,
that she’d gotten an excellent price for her hogs.
We drove to Kansas City. The bright lights were visible from
far out in the wheatfields. Under our dresses we wore our attire for
the night: string bikinis. On our feet we had riding boots. Eveline’s
long hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She had her whip and black
satchel in the trunk. I wore my hair free, as did Tabitha. The wind
caught it and blew it behind us. We smelled the summer lying on the
fields. We heard crickets above the roar of Eveline’s car.
A hotel room was the meeting place. It was neither on the top
floor of the building or the bottom, but discreetly in between. Eveline
parked and we took the elevator up together.
Miriam met us. She was Eveline’s partner. She was older,
perhaps 30, though I didn’t ask her age. She wore a simple dress, like
Eveline and Tabitha and I did.
“Oh, here are the new girls,” Miriam said. She gazed at myself
and Tabitha. I felt slightly condescended to under her gaze but said
nothing, simply smiled back. Tabitha grinned. She was happy to be
partying. Miriam looked at Eveline. “I trust they understand what we
are about?” she asked.
“I explained everything to them both,” Eveline answered.
Tabitha had been filled in on the fact that it was an escort service.
Like me, she knew we’d be having a sexy evening.
“They are both broken in?” Miriam asked, still a little
dubious.
“Ah, well, one to the whip, the other to the penis, if that’s
what you mean,” Eveline answered.
Miriam frowned and turned to Tabby and me. “One of them is
virgin?” she asked.
“Yes, my niece Sally,” Eveline said. “But she let me whip her,
to show she’s not afraid and will do as she’s told.”
“Hmmm,” Miriam said. She lifted a manicured fist to her face
and settled her chin upon it. I did not like how she looked at me, at
Tabby, evaluating us as one does in a supermarket. “And this one?” she
asked Eveline, pointing with an idle, half-lifted finger at Tabby.
“She is not a virgin,” Eveline replied. She looked at
Tabitha. “You are not a virgin, are you, Tabby?”
“No, of course not,” Tabitha breathed. She tugged at the hem
of her dress. She, like me, didn’t like being questioned about such
matters.
“And the whip? Has your bottom tasted the whip?” Miriam asked.
“No!” Tabitha replied, somewhat shocked. (I hadn’t told her
about my whipping.) She reached behind herself and clapped her hands to
her ass.
“They are both quite young, quite delicate,” Miriam said to
Eveline. “I trust you know what you’re doing.”
“I do,” Eveline said with aplomb. “I started this way myself,
remember?”
“Things are stricter now,” Miriam said. “But if you can manage
them, I’ll allow it. You always handled yourself well, despite your
youth. Otherwise I would never have taken a partner 10 years younger
than me.”
“Thanks,” Eveline said. She held her whip, wrapped discreetly
in a glad trash bag, and her black satchel. Now she placed the satchel
on a escritoire. It was an elegant table, with a vase of fresh-cut
roses upon it. Next to the vase of roses was an ice-bucket, sitting on
a cloth. It was loaded with ice and had an unopened bottle of wine in
it. Eveline drew her whip from the glad bag and placed it beside the
satchel, then folded the glad bag and slipped it into a drawer of the
table.
I heard voices coming from an adjoining room. Two men
appeared, then a third. They were all dressed in business suits. The
first two had young girls hanging off their arms. The third was alone.
The girls were in their late teens and wore, like we did under our
dresses, slinky string bikinis. They all held drinks. I noticed that
each girl had a wet spot in the crotch of her panties. I stared at it,
wonderingly. The girls smiled and seemed not to mind my stare.
“Let’s get undressed,” Eveline said to me and Tabby. She
turned her back to me and asked me to unzip her. I did. Tabby did me.
Miriam waited to take our dresses from us and hang them in the closet
next to the table. The girls in bikinis watched, bright-eyed, glad no
doubt to have others join them, as little clothed as themselves.
We got out of our dresses but kept our riding boots on. The
other girls wore heels. Miriam took our dresses from us and when she
opened the closet to hang them I saw the men had arrived wearing coats,
at least some of them, for they hung next to the girls’ summer dresses.
Miriam hung up our clothes. But before she let us go, she
reached into the ice bucket. She plucked out a cube of ice. She looked
at Eveline.
“A new device,” she said. “To show you’re ready.” Miriam
pulled open the front of Eveline’s panties. She dropped the ice cube
down into them. Eveline gasped. Then she inserted a finger, following
the cube down, and pressed the ice hard against Eveline’s slit.
Eveline shivered and waited for Tabby and me to be given the
same treatment. I watched as a wet spot formed in the crotch of
Eveline’s panties. I looked again at the two females with the men.
They smiled at me, at Tabby, at Eveline. Miriam got another cube of ice
and opened the front of my panties. My pubic hair could be seen. She
dropped the ice in and then followed it down with her fingers, forcing
it into my cunt.
“No!” I gasped. I felt my panties wetten where I least desired
it and my cunt felt chilled by the ice. Miriam smiled. One of the
girls laughed.
Tabby was next. She accepted her cube with equanimity. It
melted within her panties, as mine was doing, as Eveline’s was doing.
We looked at the men, they at us. I wished they would suffer a similar
fate but knew the party was most of all for their entertaiment. We
girls would be paid. They were paying. We’d buy red convertibles and
they’d work extra hours to make sure their wives didn’t know they’d
spent their pay on us.
Properly iced, we sashayed rather bashfully up to the men.
They looked with eager eyes at our little panties, at the wet spots
right where our cunts lay. The man who had been alone took myself and
Tabby by our arms. We permitted our bodies to settle against his. I
could smell the fabric of his suit. It smelled expensive, fine wool and
cotton. He smiled. We smiled teasingly at him. Eveline walked up to
him, and boldly lifted the front of his jacket. She saw his pants were
tight about his crotch and this sent me and Tabby into giggles.
We were escorted into the party room. It was festooned with
ballons and streamers. Some balloons were black and others white. It
was a mature party, for grownups. There were no childish colors here.
The streamers hanging down from the ceiling were lavender and green.
There were nine men present, all in suits, and nine females,
all clad in the tiniest of bikinis. Miriam took off her dress and
joined us. She had a pinup’s body, despite being in her late 20’s. The
other girls were mostly late teens, like Eveline. Only Tabby and I were
pubescents. Each girl had been forced to accept a cube of ice in her
panties and bore a wet spot there as a result. Miriam iced herself,
opening her panties in front of all of us and taking a cube from a
nearby ice bucket that was empty. She dropped in the cube and then
forced it into her cunt, shivering. Everyone laughed, even me and
Tabby.
We met the other girls and men and sipped champagne. Eveline
warned Tabby and I not to drink too much lest we get silly. We must be
on our best behavior, she told us, a little embarrassingly, given that
we were surrounded by adults. But I bit my lip and nodded, tried not to
blush. Tabby seemed to understand what the night portended and said
nothing.
There was as yet no ‘partnering’ of the couples. Miriam
encouraged us to circulate, to talk to each man, not to favor one or the
other. Dutifully Tabby and I spoke to each man, just as she, Eveline,
and the other girls did. Miriam said that we would not choose partners
for sex until after we’d had our dinner, which was yet to arrive. In an
adjoining room a table waited. A dark chandelier, unlit, hung over it.
The table was laden with porcelain plates and neatly folded napkins.
“Are you a virgin?” a man who was no less than 40 asked Tabby.
She shook her head ‘no,’ that she was not.
“Ah, well, it is best that way, I suppose,” the man replied.
I stood before a man in his 30’s, toying with his tie to tease
him a little, relishing how I could be free with him but he was
forbidden to take liberties with me. The men could only chat to us,
Miriam warned. They could only talk to any of us girls, for to insist
on any other rule would have resulted in an orgy before dinner, before
the waiters and waitresses had served us our meal and been dismissed.
“So, you are not a virgin either?” the man in his 30’s asked
me, overhearing his friend. His voice sounded hopeful, as if he didn’t
wish to be unnecessarily hindered when the time came to take me.
I sighed. “I’m afraid I am,” I answered. I looked up at him
with my big eyes to let him know I was being truthful.
“Ah, God!” he breathed. I glanced from his face down to his
trousers. His coat was unbuttoned and I saw him rise within his pants.
“Gerald, are you asking indiscreet questions?” Miriam teased
the man.
“I can’t believe you would invite a virgin to one of these
parties,” Gerald replied. I lifted my hands to his tie and began
fiddling with it again. It was an expensive tie. I drew one of my
fingernails across it to see if I could damage it.
“She must learn sometime,” Miriam answered. “But you needn’t
give her your collar. You may choose any girl you wish, several
perhaps, before the evening is out.”
“Yes,” Gerald breathed. His breath was hot and I felt it wash
down upon my face. I blinked. I didn’t like being breathed on. But he
had a nice manly smell to him, even his breath, and I found myself
suddenly leaning forward and impulsively kissing his chest. He wore a
silk shirt. My lips left a mark upon it.
“See? She likes you!” Miriam laughed. She turned me towards
herself and gave me a new cube of ice in my panties. I resisted a
little, she scolded me and made me accept it. The ice was cold. She
shoved it into my twat hard, as if to fuck me with it. “Now I must give
a new cube to the others,” she said. “They must stay wet continuously,
down there, and I shan’t count on their own juices alone.”
At last dinner was brought. A waiter and waitress entered,
rolling a dinner cart before them. The cart was from downstairs. Each
of the dishes had a gleaming metal cover over it to keep it hot. The
bottom shelf of the cart held desserts. A chocolate cake, cookies, a
pie under a warming hood.
The waiter and waitress were formally dressed. Each had on a
black and white serving uniform. They pretended to take no notice of
our bikinis. Or of our wet spots between our legs. They lit the
chandelier in the dining room and began setting out the food on the
table.
Miriam told the men to escort us girls to dinner. They did so,
each escorting one of us. Gerald escorted me, though I guessed we might
part company after dinner. He seated me in a chair with a hard back to
it but a soft seat made of red silk. I sat in the chair in my wet
bikini, wondering if I might spoil the fabric. No matter, all us girls
were seated in similar chairs. The men sat between us, so that each man
had a girl on either side of him and each girl was flanked by two men.
The meal began with salad and clam chowder soup. I ate my
salad, with Bleu Cheese dressing on it, but I didn’t like the clam
chowder. Neither did Tabby. She asked the waiter if they had any
chicken noodle soup, or chicken n’ stars, but they didn’t. Next came
oysters, but I didn’t like these much either, though Gerald insisted on
feeding me one with his fingers. I spit it into my napkin after he’d
finished. After that was lobster, which tasted a little better, and
with them came steaks, which tasted best of all. The steaks were cooked
right on a grill by our table, by the waiter. He served them up with
the char marks of the grill burnt into them. I loved my steak and when
Gerald asked me to feed him a piece of it I refused. Somehow, I think,
my refusal inspired him to choose me.
As I sat eating beside him, he drew a dog’s collar from the
pocket of his suit coat.
“I trade you this for your bra,” Gerald said to me.
I looked at him. What girl in her right mind would trade her
bra for a dog collar? But Eveline looked at me, and all the other girls
too, for I was the first to be proposed to.
“You must accept it, darling,” Miriam said to me. “It is our
way here. He has selected you to be his slave for the night and you
cannot refuse.”
I gulped. I wished, I thought, to be taken, but I wanted some
say in the matter. I surveyed the men. Which did I prefer? Suddenly I
wished to have any of them except Gerald.
“She is a virgin,” Eveline said, intervening. “She may pick
for herself tonight, though she must take one.” I glanced at her. My
eyes were thankful. I was not resisting, no. I wished to ‘cross the
threshhold’ this night. The men were all handsome, though some, I felt,
were too old for me.
A man in his early 20’s eyed me from across the table. He
grinned at me, I smiled back. Then I flushed fiercely. I looked at
Tabitha. She sat between two men. Each of them must have been at least
40, yet she seemed not to mind. The men seemed quite indulgent toward
her.
“I want him,” I blurted suddenly. I pointed at the
20-year-old. The guests applauded. Gerald glanced at the man. The
girl sitting beside him agreed, silently, to accept Gerald. We had, I
saw, paired off in sitting, though we were not really supposed to.
Gerald stood. I rose from my chair and the girl rose from
hers. I did not even know the name of the man I was going to sit with,
yet I felt wonderful as I walked over to him. He stood for me, held my
chair out, scooted it under me when I sat down. The toes of my boots
just touched the floor.
“Your bra,” the young man said to me gently. He held up a dog
collar he’d fished from his coat pocket.
“Oh yeah,” I answered. I reached behind myself. Seeing I was
willing, he reached behind my back and helped me. Together we undid my
stringy bra. My boobs popped out from the restraining cups as they fell
away. My nipples were stiff. The others at the table laughed, happy to
see me on my way. I gave my bra, really nothing but a handful of
string, to the man. He pocketed it. Then, as I sat very still, he put
the dog’s collar around my throat. He used a small key to lock it.
Then he put the key into his pocket.
I reached up and felt the collar. It was black, made of
leather. It had ominous metal studs around it. I pulled at it and
realized it would never come off me without the key. I was truly a
slave, now. I settled my hands into my lap. I felt my titties wobbling
freely on my chest. Only my panties remained now, and they were wet.
The waiter brought my plate to me. I returned to eating my
steak, watching as the other girls were proposed to in turn and traded
their bras for collars. There was much laughter and merriment. A new
bottle of champagne was opened. The cork flew out with some force, as
if to announce the impending moment of my denoument.
“Dennis,” the man beside me introduced himself. I kissed his
proferred hand. He already knew my name. He stroked my clinging
breasts, lightly, with just his fingertip. I shivered. It wasn’t
really allowed at this stage of the party but Miriam didn’t reprove
him. Then we all returned to our dinner, for dessert still waited on
the bottom shelf of the cart.
“Each couple must share their dessert,” Miriam announced, when
the time came at last. “Share with each other, and with those beside
you. Feed all except yourself. Let others feed you.” And so we did.
I fed the guy beside me, and Dennis. He was fed by a girl beside him as
well as by me. We feasted on cherry pie and on chocolate cake, and fed
each other cookies cut in the shape of cunts and dicks. At last, all of
us quite stuffed, a banana was given to each of us girls by the waiter.
“You each must peel your banana,” Miriam told us. “As sexily
as possible, please. But don’t eat it.”
There was an aura of mystery about it. I looked at Tabitha.
She was as clueless as me. I looked at Eveline. If she knew what was
coming, her eyes didn’t betray it. With the men watching, especially
Dennis, I peeled my banana. First I broke off the top with my lips.
Then, letting Dennis hold the banana for me, I peeled back each part of
the skin using just my teeth. When the banana was denuded gave it a
long, loving lick. I smiled at Dennis.
“Very good,” he said. I blushed.
“It’s time now for dancing,” Miriam said. She dismissed the
waiter and waitress. We waited quietly until we heard them shut the
door to our suite. There was a small sigh of relief that went up from
the table when we realized we were finally alone for the night. But I
was feeling apprehensive now, for the hour of my devirgination was
drawing near. I looked at Tabitha. She was nonplussed. I saw she’d
secretly laid a hand in the laps of both men and was doing something
down there. I glanced at Eveline. She too had her hand in her
boyfriend’s lap, though doing what I couldn’t see.
“Men, would you please escort your young lady back to the party
room. And bring her banana along,” Miriam said. She rose. After a
moment’s hesitation, we all rose with her. Miriam walked casually into
the party room. We followed. Her breasts bounced freely as she
walked. Her panties were caught in the crevice of her ass and, though
I’d seen her do it earlier in the evening, she did not now bother to
reach back and adjust them. Her bottomcheeks hung out, bulging behind
her as she walked. I felt my own panties wedged in my ass but I reached
back and fixed mine.
Miriam selected a CD. She put it into the CD player in the
party room. Earlier the music playing had been background music, but
now dance music pulsed over us. Miriam turned up the volume. It was
the latest techo-beat. Queer City. The men smiled. Some of them
didn’t even know the group, but it hardly mattered. We girls would show
them the steps.
First, though, crowding around each other in the party room cum
dance floor, there was one more adjustment to be made. To our attire,
believe it or not. Miriam told each man to pull down the panties of his
girlfriend, in back, exposing her bottom. I squealed as Dennis yanked
down the back of my panties. I heard Tabitha utter a similar cry. I
squeezed my cheeks together, apprehensively. I looked back, trying to
see myself, to make sure my bottom was free of any whip marks. Eveline
had inspected my fanny for me this afternoon, but I still worried that a
mark might somehow reappear.
“Slide the banana up between each girl’s legs from behind,”
Miriam told the men. “Girls, keep your legs apart. You will dance with
the banana between your legs, and you must do so without crushing it.”
Feeling quite mortified, I felt Dennis jam the banana into my
legs from behind. He was quite happy and eager about it. The banana
I’d licked now slid between the tops of my thighs. I had to keep my
legs open lest I squeeze it and smoosh it. I felt the big banana slide
along the crotch of my panties, pressing up against my cunt, until
finally the top of the banana came protruding out the front of my
panties!
“There. Now you know a little about what it feels like to be a
man,” Dennis laughed at me.
I looked down at myself. I looked like I had a big yellow
cock, running between my legs, pressed hard to my cunt, and then bulging
from the front of my panties. I had to stand with legs akimbo, quite
awkwardly, so as not to crush it.
“Yes, keep your legs open. This will help teach you,” Miriam
said to me. She smiled. She held a banana in her own panties now, and
seemed not to mind that it made her look silly, standing with her legs
bowed so that it wouldn’t be smooshed. “Now dance,” Miriam said to me.
She began to gyrate her hips lasciviously. Her boyfriend, standing
beside her, began to dance along with her.
I looked around, moving my hips in time with the music. All
the girls were afflicted by a banana in their panties. We all had to
dance with our legs kept wide, gratifying the men but making ourselves
look quite like the whores and trollops I guess we were. Tabby danced
betwen two 40-year-old men. Boldly she reached for both their zippers
at once and unzipped them. She dug within the opening made in their
pants. Then, gleefully, she drew out both their erections. They were
big and throbbing and she clutched both at once. She squeezed them, as
if hoping they might both give her a spurt.
I was shy. I let Miriam unzip Dennis for me. As I danced his
erection was produced and she made me take it in my hands and rub it.
“Don’t squirt on her,” Miriam cautioned him. “When you’re
ready, go to a bedroom.”
“Okay,” Dennis answered.
We danced awhile. I’m sure all the men were desperate (judging
from the stiff erections they all soon produced), but there seemed to be
a wish to wait, to enjoy the dancing awhile and see which girl might
accidentally squish her banana first. A girl finally did, then another,
each continuing to dance, but turning the banana she bore into a pulpy
mess in her panties.
I finally brought my legs together and squished my banana.
Dennis grinned at me.
“It means you are ready,” he said. “And I must spank you
first, for disobeying.”
“No,” I breathed. Then, realizing I had to, I added, “I must
pee.”
“Come, then,” Dennis said. He took my hand. I was the first
to be led from the dance floor. I glanced at Eveline. She merely
smiled. I looked for Tabitha but there was a man in front of her,
another behind. She could not see me leaving.
We went into a bathroom. Dennis peed lustily into a toilet. I
had to wait for him to finish. Then he drew down my panties. I stepped
out of them, quite reluctantly, even though there was a pulpy mess of
banana in them and they were wet.
I still wore my boots. Dennis didn’t offer to remove those.
He ordered me to sit on the toilet. I obeyed. Parting the lips of my
cunny, I peed through the messy banana residue that remained sticking to
my crotch. He insisted on wiping me himself when I was done.
“Now,” he said. “We go to bed.” He made me stand. Clad only
in my boots, with him still entirely dressed, except for his penis,
which protruded lewdly from his suit, he took my hand and escorted me
from the bathroom. As we exited it another couple entered. We walked
across the party room. It was half empty now. I looked at the
remaining dancers. Eveline was among them, but she was pressed up hard
against a man, kissing him.
“Eveline!” I called. She broke the kiss, smiled at me. She
gave me a little wave and then went back to kissing her boyfriend.
I heard crying as Dennis opened the door to a bedroom and led
me in. There, sitting on a bed, was one of the 40-year-old men. Tabby
lay sprawled over his knee. She was getting her spanking. He slammed
his hand down hard upon her bottom. She screamed and kicked her booted
legs. Her face was drenched with tears. Her panties lay discarded on
the floor. There was banana pulp in them.
“You too,” Dennis told me.
“No!” I cried. He plopped himself down on the same side of the
bed as Tabby’s lover occupied. I sat down with him, hoping to avoid the
spanking by engaging him in a kiss. He accepted my kiss. But then he
pulled me quite rudely across his lap.
Suddenly I found myself on my belly, over Dennis’ knees,
staring into Tabby’s face. She noticed, looked up at me. She continued
weeping. Staring back at her, I suddenly felt Dennis’ palm come
slapping down hard upon my own bare bottom. I broke into tears.
We were both spanked together. Tabby and I bawled into each
others’ faces, sharing our fate, regretting it, yet utterly unable to
stop it. When at last our spanking ceased we reached out to one another
and hugged each other and kissed. We had endured.
“Get up,” Dennis said gruffly. Tabby and I were pulled apart.
We were each kissed by our lover and then we were laid side by side on
the bed. As Tabby and I held hands, each man mounted us. I kissed her,
she me, but our lovers’ mouths intervened and insisted on possessing our
lips.
I heard Tabby gasp. She was being entered! I tried to keep my
legs apart but I was nervous. When I closed them, Dennis wrenched them
apart with his hands. He would not be denied. I felt his manhood
plunge into my cunt and suddenly there was a sharp pain within me, up
inside me. As I cried out I felt whatever was stopping him give way and
his big awful thing slid up into me.
They rode us, then. Like men ride horses, hard and fast,
except they were lying atop us and we were but young teenaged girls
lying beneath them. Tabby’s sighs and cries mingled with my shrieks.
Dennis whispered to me that all would be well, all would be well,
cupping my crying face in his hands. But his dick shafted within me
like some great, evil plunger, showing me no mercy at all down where it
counted, between the lips of my cunt.
I felt very wet between my legs and knew I’d been ‘blooded.’ I
would never be virgin again. Dennis rammed within me like a madman,
loving my tightness, complaining a little that he couldn’t go as deep
and as fast as he liked. But, underneath him, I felt he was tearing me
apart with his dick, he was so vigorous in his fucking.
At last Tabby climxed with her lover beside us. I felt myself
cumming and Dennis, timing himself, quite expertly, released his flood
just as I hit my peak. It was, in retrospect, a virtuoso performance.
I was lucky to have been laid by such a skilled lover as Dennis. But at
the time I was crying, and when I ceased crying I was brooding and
fussy, and it took many kisses on his part before I willingly returned
his love that night in the bed. When I did, finally accepting what had
been done to me, we screwed again, this time with me on top, boucing
away on him, riding him like the best horse I’d ever ridden, even better
than Pepper.
Tabby shared that night with me and my lover. She was fucked
again by her lover but then, because he was older, he couldn’t do her a
third time. Dennis was still hungry, though, as dawn broke. It
whitened the room through the curtains, making the lamplight seem to
grow dimmer. With Tabby’s lover watching, Dennis made both of us kneel
with our bottoms toward him. He fucked both of us in turn, going first
in my pussy, then in hers, then in mine again, until she and I were both
crying and climaxing at once. Then he gave me his seed, for I was his
lover. Tabby and I kissed as he pumped himself into me.
With that, the party ended. The men rose and dressed. Eveline
appeared with our dresses. It was time for us to go home before her
parents, and Tabby’s, became truly worried. We kissed our men friends
goodbye. They unlocked our collars and gave us back our bras. Then
they left, leaving us to dress ourselves. We put our bras back on, to
keep our breasts from bouncing in front of Tabby’s parents and
Eveline’s. Then we retrieved our panties, mine from the bathroom,
Tabby’s from the floor of the bedroom and Eveline’s from the party room,
where someone had helpfully hung them up on a lamp. We took them to the
bathroom and, standing around with the other girls, we washed our
panties out in the sink.
Our panties were too wet to wear right away. We rode home in
Eveline’s convertible, holding our panties up to let them dry in the
warm summer air. No one could see out in the middle of Kansas. When
our panties had dried we scooted back into them. By the time we arrived
back home at Tabby’s we were a picture of modesty. We let her out, then
drove back to the farm where Eveline’s parents lived.
We apologized for being late.
“It was so much fun dancing!” Eveline gushed. “We couldn’t
leave ‘til the club closed. Then we went and had breakfast.”
“Well, just be sure you feed the horses,” her father replied.
“I don’t want to have to do it myself.”
We did, but snuck food along to snack on, for we were both
famished.
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