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from Australia).
(That’s Kwinana, not Kwinanal. - h.j.)
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Issue No. 377
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion’s Playpen
Chapter Three
“Can’t we at least have her ass?” Eeney asked of Cindy,
pointing to the girl as she made ready to approach Meeney with her
pitcher.
“No, dear. She is my special pet. She’ll need to be taken
outside for her spanking as soon as I’m done eating. Anyway, you
haven’t paid me enough to have her. Save up your pennies and perhaps
her lover will still be keeping her here when you come back again. But
she’s pregnant, so don’t be too long about it!” Marie laughed. Her
voice had emphasized the word ‘long’ and she seemed to be in high
spirits. Kate listened behind herself as Cindy, standing over Meeney,
who still palmed and patted Kate’s bottom as if it were a toy made for
distraction, unzipped Meeney’s fly. There was a sound of rich fluid
being poured forth and Meeney grunted. Kate felt the couch move as
Meeney bucked his hips. She glanced at Eeney. He looked a little
disconsolate but he had accepted Marie’s advice and taken to rubbing his
zippered crotch with his hand. He stared at Cindy’s bottom. The girl
gave Meeney his due and then righted her stance. She moved round Kate
and came to Trent.
“Yes, you must have cream too,” Cindy smiled. She looked down
at his cock and saw that it quavered erectly over the blue fabric of the
couch. “Oh! Let me get you a little placemat, to catch the spills,”
Cindy said. She retreated to the chair where the tray sat. She put her
pitcher down. She plucked a linen napkin from the tray and returned to
Trent with it. She unfolded it and placed it neatly under his quivering
cock. Then, getting her pitcher again, she came back and held it over
Trent’s dick.
“Ready?” Cindy asked. Her eyes were bright and she clearly
enjoyed servicing Trent best of all. He wasn’t gay, and she knew he
coveted her almost as much as his lover. Kate watched, wide-eyed, as
Cindy poured the rich milky cream over Trent’s naked cock. It
splattered onto his cockhead and ran down his shaft. It collected in
the hair of his balls. It spilled onto the napkin. Cindy upped the
pitcher just in time, before there was too much cream and it ran all
over the couch. Some did trickle back under Trent’s ass, but there was
not enough to seriously wet their seat.
“Thanks. I needed that,” Trent said wryly. Cindy blushed and
moved to Miney and unzipped him. She gave him his due and then zipped
him back up.
“Now, my dear, get down on your knees, for its time for your
cereal,” Marie said to Kate. Cindy, to Kate’s surprise, set her pitcher
on the floor and sat in Miney’s lap. The man seemed not the least upset
and gladly traded his hand for her bottom’s squirmings.
Marie made Kate kneel on the floor between her lover’s legs.
She found herself face to face with his cock and his balls. On either
side of her head his hairy legs encompassed her. She placed her chained
hands on the floor and knelt with her feet, themselves chained, tucked
under her, with her bottom raised up so that she looked like an eager
dog waiting for her master to feed her. She felt her bottom sway and
knew she must be trying to wag her tail for him.
Marie gave Cindy a hot bowl of porridge. It smelled of
oatmeal. Kate realized that, as a proper pony, she must have her oats.
The thought made her hiney wiggle and she almost wished Marie would give
her a good slash with her whip to make her feel even more like a good
little pony.
As Kate watched with baited breath, knowing something utterly
lewd and wonderful must be about to happen, Cindy took her lover’s penis
in her small hand. Trent was quite large and his thing stuck out both
ends of her little fist and Cindy had trouble holding him, Trent was so
eager by now to cum. He was drooling gobs of precum and Kate watched as
Cindy stuck his cock directly into the oatmeal porridge.
“Eat, pony!” Cindy said in a happy, high-pitched voice to
Kate. Drawing Trent’s big penis out of the bowl, she presented it to
Kate’s face. Kate saw that her lover’s cock was covered in oatmeal.
After a moment’s surprise, she darted her tongue out and lapped at the
porridge covered penis.
“Aughghgh!” Trent moaned as his swollen cock was cleaned by
Kate’s tongue. She was avid in her lickings and, she realized as she
bathed him, she was hungry. Kate waggled her bottom eagerly as Cindy
redipped her lover’s organ in the porridge and presented it again. Once
more Kate tongued her lover’s organ, and found the porridge delicious.
“Yes, that’s it! You are a good little horsey,” Marie said.
She stood over the hungry bride-to-be and her stiffened groom. Trent
was in seventh heaven and yet it was obvious that if he was used in this
way for very long Kate would get a faceful of cream with her cereal.
Every muscle in Trent’s chest and stomach and legs strained as he fought
to hold back his sperm. Kate felt small and wonderful as she knelt
between her lover’s legs, forced to clean his cock after every dipping
in the cereal bowl. She let her bottom sway salaciously behind her.
She knew Eeney was watching her hiney and studying her cheeks with avid
attention as she squeezed them and let them go, then squeezed them
again, anticipating a fuck by somebody. Surely Marie would let her have
her lover in her cunt and not make her accept all his sperm in her
face! Trent was hard beyond belief and yet, as she tongued him, he
somehow managed to hold in his seed. If she worked quickly, he might
last until the porridge bowl was empty, and then she would leap up and
mount him, if nothing else, and ride him to victory. As if in
anticipation of her plan, Marie reached down and grabbed a handful of
Kate’s hair.
Kate kept licking. Imprisoned between her lover’s legs and
with Marie now reigning her in, she had no choice but to clean her
lover’s cock after every new dipping into the porridge bowl. Cindy
sighed softly. She looked quite proud of herself for having such a big
cock in her hand, all stiff and excited. It was obvious, as Trent’s
eyes darted from her to Kate, that she was quite appealing to him, and
he enjoyed her fondling hand. Cindy pushed her breasts out, letting
Trent see all she had. She opened her thighs. She gave him an inviting
glance and wriggled her bottom. Miney, entertaining her ass on his
crotch, groaned and spurted into his pants.
“Oh! Did you just cum?” Cindy asked Miney. She looked
slightly miffed that the gay man would ejaculate with her bare,
unprotected bottom in his lap. Miney blushed and nodded. “Well I hope
none of your stuff gets on me!” Cindy snipped. She moved her ass a
little forward in his lap in hopes of avoiding his sperm.
“Ahhhhhh!” Kate suddenly heard behind her. Meeney, using his
hand, had just climaxed. His jism brooded in his pants and he rubbed
himself a little glumly now, his pleasure over.
Like Superman, Trent fought to maintain control and somehow
succeeded. Marie seemed a little disappointed. Kate suspected she
wanted to see her messed by a faceful of cum. Yet Kate, with her pretty
braids, was still quite clean and rosy-cheeked, with just a little
porridge on her nose. The bowl was empty now and Cindy made Kate lick
the inside of it completely clean with her tongue.
“Well! You proved to be much more of a stalwart than I
expected,” Marie said to Trent. She eyed his big penis, still holding
Kate by her hair so that she couldn’t mount him.
“It was tough,” Trent gasped. He had to squeeze his eyes shut
as another sexual tremor ran down his organ. He clenched his buttocks
in the sofa and grimaced and the wave of pleasure passed away. He
opened his eyes again. “God, you have some tongue!” He said to Kate.
Cindy, not wanting to spoil his success, let go of his cock. Her
fingers were a little sticky from the porridge and she licked them
clean, one by one, as if she were a baby just finishing a favorite meal.
“Alright, Mr. Hunk, get down on your knees on the floor,” Marie
said to Trent. “I promised our gay friends here that I’d fuck your ass
and I’m wet and hot for you!” Her eyes were wild and she yanked Kate
backward so that the girl couldn’t get to her lover. Trent rose.
Eeney stood up and came over to Kate and took her from Marie.
Holding her by her hair, he drew her up so that she knelt erectly before
him. But he let her face away from her, so that she could watch as
Marie fucked her lover. Kate, dizzy with emotions and not knowing what
to do, held down by her chains and captive to Eeney’s desires, knelt on
the rug obediently. She heard Eeney unzip himself behind her.
Surreptitiously, Marie too busy to notice, he shoved his erection into
the mass of Kate’s lovely blonde hair. Kate yelped as she felt his pee
hole bump up against the back of her neck. But she could do nothing,
and nobody heard her, for they were all entranced by Trent and the
impending loss of his anal virginity.
“Now, sir, I’m going to give you what you’ve always wanted but
been too afraid to ask for!” Marie crowed. Trent knelt obediently
before her, on the carpet, just a few feet away from Kate. His head
hung down and his penis, engorged as ever, hung down between his legs
like a big summer sausage in a smokehouse. Kate watched as a drop of
precum drooled down from the tip of his penis and landed on the carpet.
“Just make it quick,” Trent replied to Marie. “I don’t like
being made to look like a fag.”
“I’m a woman, dear,” Marie answered. And, as if to prove it,
she reached back behind herself and unzipped her dress. The garment
fell away and, as Kate had suspected, Marie was ready for action
underneath. She wore absolutely nothing. No bra, no panties. Just her
long black leather boots and her matching fingerless gloves. Marie
strode past Kate to the low table where the flower vase stood and picked
up a bell sitting there and rang it.
“Bess, bring my dildo!” Marie called. The door to the
breakfast room was ajar and a moment later Bess appeared. On a small
silver tray, half the size of the tray that had borne their food, was a
big dildo and straps. Marie thanked Bess and took the dildo from the
tray. “Cindy, come and help me get this on!” Marie said. Quietly Bess
withdrew, leaving them to their game, but not before her eyes met Kate’s
and she seemed to say, ‘I told you so. Poor American girl.’
Kate knelt shivering on the rug, too scared to know how to act
or respond. Her lover knelt before her with his ass raised to the gay
men, waiting for Marie to mount him. Marie struggled into her dildo
harness. Cindy buckled it for her and adjusted it so that the big
hulking dildo stuck out in front of her as if she were some permanently
erect man.
“Now I am ready for you, my sweet stallion!” Marie said to
Trent’s ass when she’d gotten the harness on. Cindy fetched a jar of KY
jelly from behind the flower vase, secreted there for the breakfast’s
conclusion. She took big gobbed handfuls of the stuff onto her fingers
and spread it liberally all over Marie’s fake cock. When the job was
done and Marie was fully lubed, the woman knelt down on the carpet
behind Trent. Her long boots protected her knees from rug burns.
“Ack!” Trent said through gritted teeth as he felt his buns
pulled apart by Marie.
“Relax your bottom, boy! I can hardly get it open!” Marie
said. “Cindy, take hold of his cock and give him a good yank to make
him obedient!” Marie called to her favorite girl. The redhead knelt
dutifully beside Trent. She reached under him and, like a maiden
milking a cow, she pulled hard on Trent’s dick.
“Whooaa!” Trent bellowed. Cindy gave him another yank and
Marie pinched his balls.
“Ohhh!” Kate cried, herself in distress, for she suddenly felt
Eeney ejaculate onto her neck.
“Kate! Get my whip! I want you to whip your lover’s back or
I’ll never get his asscheeks apart!” Marie called to the girl.
Kate, glad to get away from Eeney, whatever the cost, rose up
from the floor. She felt Eeney’s hot sperm run down her back and find
its way into the crack of her bottom. Managing to ignore it, however,
and a little peeved at Trent for putting her in such an embarrassing
place, she went and fetched Marie’s whip and came striding back, quick
as her chains would allow, swinging it vengefully.
“Give him a good slash right here on his ass,” Marie told Kate,
backing up. “The man has buns of steel.”
Kate toyed for a moment with the idea of slashing at Marie
instead. But the woman was tall and powerful. Even in kneeling she
retained her aura of authority. She looked like a cat about to pounce
on prey. Kate realized she stood no chance against the woman. So,
instead, she took out her fear and anger on her lover.
WHACK! Kate brought Marie’s whip down upon her lover’s ass and
watched as he responded. Trent groaned. His head shot up.
“Careful of his balls!” Marie cautioned. “He’s a wonderful
stud. I don’t want him hurt. Just obedient.”
Kate nodded. She was fully in the grip of Marie now, obeying
her, pleasing her with her actions as well as her body. Kate brought
the cat down carefully, not hitting hard enough, but Marie didn’t scold
her for she new the girl was new at such things. Kate lifted the crop
again and managed to flog her lover more fully on the next stroke. She
watched as the little knotted leather tips of the crop skittered into
his furrow and made him wince and buck like a horse.
“Legs apart, young man! You mustn’t try to hide anything from
us girls!” Marie told Trent. His balls stuck rudely out from between
his thighs in any event, but now Marie, reaching forward, made him show
himself more completely, so that if she bent down she could see his
balls swing and his penis hanging down beyond.
Handle With Care
by Michelle Edwards
“Micherotic”
Precious am I, soft to the touch,
If you like to lift me, I don’t weigh that much.
Caress my face, run your fingers through my hair,
Just please make sure, to handle me with care.
Stroke my breast with your tongue, on my nipples plant a kiss,
When my body calls your name, it’s futile to resist.
Who me have objections, to you kissing me down there,
Just remember when you do, kiss me with care.
Lick my clit, suck the lip, slide your dick up to the balls,
Did you know that I can suck your dick, by retracting my inner walls.
Oh yes I’m all woman, from my head down to my feet,
Just handle me with care, while thrusting with your meat.
And at night when we’re alone, and I kiss you from head to toe,
My name is what I better hear, when your juices start to flow.
For if not when I bite your dick, and pull some genital hair,
I’ll let you know that’s just my way, of handling you with care.
AND IN THE END...
“A new sexual revolution is taking place, led by precociously
knowledgeable and experienced teens and preteens. Parents are
aghast...”
- TIME, June 15, 1998, pg. 3 (The cover story).
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-END OF 377 EMISSION
“Well, think of marriage now; younger than you,
Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
Are made already mothers: by my count,
I was your mother much upon these years
That you are now a maid.”
- Juliet’s mother, to Juliet, who is 13-years-old.
- William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet, Act 1, Scene 3, lines
71-75. (For Juliet’s age, see Act 1, Scene 3, lines 11-23.)
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