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holy joe’s THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
Could anyone shoot up the U.S. Capitol and not be described by
this society as “mentally ill”?
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Issue No. 394
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion’s Playpen
Chapter Five
“Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!” Cindy hummed when she’d recovered her
voice. “I need somebody to play with me!”
“Here, I’ll do it,” Nancy said. She stepped forward and
fiddled with her victim’s hungry slit. It offered itself most sweetly
between Cindy’s wide-spread legs. Cindy, though doubtless happy at
finding herself thus, could not have closed off possession in any event
to Nancy, for Cindy’s legs were kept apart by a spreader bar.
“My, they’re certainly going at it!” Lynette said. She and
Kate both had clapped their hands to their faces as they watched Cindy
beg to be beaten.
“It’s... truly delicious,” Jim said. Kate glanced at his dick
and saw he was aroused by the scene.
“Yes, you men always like seeing girls suffer,” Lynette
scolded. She looked at Jim’s dick and tutted. He was becoming hard
again. “I want you this time,” Lynette breathed.
“You must be whipped first,” Kate, inspired and surprised at
herself, blurted.
“I can’t stand being whipped,” Lynette said. She shook her
head, watching as Cindy received yet another blow from Nancy.
“Then all the more reason to do it!” Kate cried. She grabbed
the woman with both her hands. Lynette was a foot taller than she but
Kate did not flinch in her task. Both women’s bosoms bounced as Kate
turned Lynette around and trotted her over to the rocking horse.
“Get on. I want to see you ride it,” Kate told Lynette. The
30-year-old woman looked at the horse.
“I can’t. It’s just a horse made for little girls,” Lynette
said.
“The saddle is quite big enough, made for a woman,” Kate
replied. “Your bum will overhang the back of the horse, that’s all.”
“But!” Lynette protested. Her voice went unheeded. Kate made
her take to the saddle. She could just get her leg over it without
needing a stepstool. Kate made her straddle the horse and fit her bare
feet into the stirrups.
“God, this saddle is so soft, It’s making me cum just sitting
on it,” Lynette gasped. Indeed, in her aroused state, knowing her ass
was at pillage, the woman found herself trembling into a new orgasm.
“Ride,” Kate said bluntly. Kate stepped behind the woman and
took a riding crop down from the wall. It was similar to the one Marie
had used on her. Savoring her dominance, Kate watched as Lynette,
gazing at Jim and his new erection, shudderingly rocked herself back and
forth on the horse.
Lynette looked over her shoulder to see what Kate was doing.
“Bad!” Kate shouted. She struck the woman hard on her ass.
“OooooEEEEeeek!” Lynette blurted. Tears sprang to her eyes,
for the crop was thin and springy, and Kate, in her inexperience, had
hit her harder than prudence dictated. Yet Lynette, instead of popping
up off the horse, rubbed herself fiercely into the saddle.
“Ride, little Indian!” Kate laughed. She swatted Lynette
again. The woman screamed as, somewhere behind them both, Cindy offered
up a new cry.
A competition ensued. There was no direct communication or
planning between either group but, with Cindy over the table and Lynette
on the horse, the two females screamed as Nancy hit Cindy and Kate
spanked Lynette. Kate did not wish to be deprived. So, with Nancy and
Cindy behind her sharing Nancy’s rubbing hand, and Lynette in front of
her doing it to the saddle, Kate frigged herself. There were soft sighs
mixed with screams as all four females tickled themselves into
shuddering orgasms. Their perfume, so pickily selected just hours
before, in preparation for the night, was overwhelmed by the scent of
their spendings.
Jim watched it all. As time went by he took a renewed interest
in Kate’s bottom. This time he spanked her. His palm was broad and
heavy and Kate yelped as it splatted into her nether cheeks. She could
not fight back against him, for he was much too big for her, so she
flogged Lynette instead. It was all intermittently done, the spanks
alternating with bouts of masturbation. Even Jim got into the act,
palming his long sausage with his hand, then taking it away from himself
to send it splatting wetly, wet with his own precum, into Kate’s fanny.
Chapter Six
“Well, now that we’ve all let off a little steam, let’s get to
know each other better,” Marie suggested. With damaged bottoms everyone
settled onto a piece of equipment in the game room which had, until this
moment, stood ominously waiting to test them. Cindy plopped herself on
her tummy on the bondage table, resting her chin in her hands. She did
not have to be careful about her pregnancy yet though Marie, taking the
velvet cloth from the horse, insisted on placing it under her. Nancy,
who had given Cindy a belting with a man’s leather belt, now bent and
daubed at Cindy’s weepy eyes with a linen handkerchief. Such comforts
were provided in the game room to soothe injured players.
“There, don’t cry too hard. You might hurt your baby,” Nancy
teased.
“Be quiet!” Cindy pouted. She sniffled and Nancy put the
handkerchief gently to her nose and made her blow.
“That’s better. Be a big girl. You’re going to be a mommy
soon!” Nancy remonstrated. Like Marie, she was the only female to have
an unmarked bottom. Marie sat curled in a bondage chair, watching
Kate’s ass with sly interest. The back of the chair had been dropped
down over the space where no seat existed, to give Marie someplace to
comfortably sit. It was a hinged back, for a Mistress to sit in when
she needed a rest. When the playing began again, Kate had no doubt the
chair’s back would be raised again. Only a small perch would be left,
and a pot underneath where cold coals waited to be lit.
Between her fingers Marie held a stout crop. She caressed it
as if it were a man’s penis. It was, indeed, the only short hard object
within Marie’s reach at the moment, given the condition of the men’s
genitalia. They lounged around her, as if worshipping a goddess. Rod
sat perched on top of a pillory. He seemed husband-like, sitting above
Marie, while the other three males sat on the floor. His dick, however,
was shrunken almost into his pubic hair. Kate gazed at him between his
legs and decided she had not much taste for him. She would avoid him if
she could. He was too old.
Beneath Rod sat David. He was clearly the favorite between
both Rod and Marie. David, having awakened some homosexual urge in Rod,
sat with Rod’s feet on his shoulders. The boy seemed not to mind that
Rod’s big toes were level with his mouth. Rod wiggled his toes to let
the boy know he was possessed. David glanced up, seemed not to know how
to handle his suitor. He looked at Marie. Noticing him, her eyes left
Nancy’s bare fanny and gave him a smile.
“My, David, did I wear you out?” Marie asked. She had mounted
him when he’d finished peeing. They had coupled standing up. Now
David, having cum twice already, once on her leg and once in her cunt,
looked relaxed. His dick was still swollen but it was not erect. It
was about half its full size. Kate, gazing at him, sizing him up,
licked her lips. She wanted to experience him before they all went
their separate ways in the morning.
Jim sat opposite Marie. He leaned his head against her thigh
and said he could smell David’s emissions in her perfumed cunt. Marie
laughed and patted his head.
“I want you next,” Marie said to Jim.
“You’ve got me,” Jim answered. Kate felt no jealousy. She had
felt Jim in her (albeit in her bottom). Now she wanted David, and she
realized she hated Rod because she knew he wanted David too, perhaps in
his ass.
Mike lounged back and relaxed on the floor. He seemed too
tired to sit. He’d taken the waitress on the floor. Dripping his semen
down the insides of her thighs, she now served them, still
white-gloved. More shrimp was offered, fresh from a game room fridge.
White and Red wine were poured into glasses and served to the guests.
Fresh crab meat was brought out, layered with cheese atop crackers.
Ritz crackers, whole wheat. Kate took one. She bit into it gently and
found it scrumptious. Beth, the waitress, handed her a glass of White
wine to go with it.
The women were in various states of pleasant disrepair. All
had been bottom-smacked except Nancy and Marie. Kate sat with her knees
apart on the floor, under the bondage table. Above her she could hear
Cindy simpering about her baby. Cindy liked to complain about the
importance of her baby now that everyone knew she was pregnant anyway.
It made her feel fragile, Kate suspected, and in need of both attention
and protection. (And a good fuck, of course.) Perhaps she wished to be
first in line when the fucking began again because, of course, she was
pregnant, Kate mused.
“Please give me more crackers,” Cindy told Beth. “I’m
PREGNANT!”
Beth complied, quietly. Kate rolled her eyes and blew
teasingly into Beth’s pubic hair as the waitress bent over her to pass
the crackers to Cindy.
“An ill wind blows nobody any good,” Lynette told Kate. She
sat beside the girl on the floor. Kate smiled at Lynette and blew into
Beth’s pubic hair again.
“My, it’s windy in here,” Beth murmured. Then she turned and
went to Nancy and offered her crackers. Beth was quiet and compliant.
Her bottom, well-warmed by Marie before the night even began, kept her
obedient.
“Oh, gee. Do I get a cracker? And I’m not even pregnant!”
Nancy smirked.
“You’re a meanie,” Cindy snapped. Then she sniffled,
self-pityingly. “OW!” She cried suddenly. Nancy, sitting with her
bottom newly perched on the edge of the bondage table, gave Cindy’s
upturned ass a smack with her open palm.
“Oooooohhhhhh-OH!” Cindy moaned. The smack was not hard but,
coming upon the stern marks left by the belting Nancy had given her, it
made her tush sizzle.
“Don’t complain, don’t sniffle, and don’t say you’re preggy
again all night long!” Nancy said in a girlish, sassy voice.
“My, aren’t we in charge?” Marie said with sly eyes. “Come
here, Nancy. You’re going to entertain us a bit while we rest.”
Nancy bit her lip but did not disobey. She saw the crop in
Marie’s hand as clearly as anyone. She slipped from the table and
padded over to Marie. As if to win the woman’s favor, she presented her
cunny to her, pushing her hips out in front of her as she stood by the
woman’s knee. She tossed her short brown hair back from her face with a
backward bob of her head. Kate smiled at her casual air. So calm, yet
so lewd at the same time, as if showing one’s cunny to another woman
were just an ordinary, everyday act.
Marie extended a curled finger and touched Nancy’s slitted
nest. Nancy jerked but did not complain. She kept her hips offered.
She gritted her teeth a little as Marie began to stroke her fleece.
“Yes, Nancy, I’m going to excite you a little first... ah, is
that your spot? Have I found it?” Marie asked. Nancy seized up like a
child receiving an injection. She lifted her eyes to the ceiling. “And
then, Nancy dear, when you’re in a nice heat, I’m going to flip you over
my knee and paddle your cute little ass.”
“Oh, NO pleazzze,” Nancy begged, her eyes still fixed on the
ceiling.
“Yes, and with this crop if you prove uncooperative,” Marie
said. “Nobody gets out of my game room with an uninjured bottom, my
dear. Erotically injured, of course. Something to make you remember me
by when you sit down tomorrow, and the next day too. I consider it a
gift. From me to you,” Marie said to Nancy. She invaded the girl’s
slit but Nancy remained standing. She clapped her hands to her bottom
and begged that it be spared. Yet she stood complaint, pushing her hips
out to Marie. Nancy’s small hands rubbed the white cheeks of her ass
and she remained with her eyes fixed on the roof.
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