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Issue No. 398
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion’s Playpen
Chapter Six
Kate groaned with passion. David was thrusting up into her
with enormous vigor. He had come earlier and it had, it seemed, given
him just the sort of self-control he needed. He didn’t spurt quickly as
Kate had feared. Riding him, with her hands pressed to his chest to aid
herself, Kate felt fear possess her bottom. She was scared to death the
woman would kick her again. Her cheeks were widespread as she jutted
her hiney back at them, receiving David in her womb. The thought that
she might be injured by them thrilled her. Yet she didn’t want to be
injured, but in her writhing she found herself exploding in orgasm at
the fear of being hurt.
“Ohhhh, Davidddd, protect me!” Kate gasped in a high-pitched,
screamy voice as the man tapped her bottom again with his walking
stick. All around her others made love, their bodies joining despite
the presence of the fully-clothed newcomers. Kate imagined they looked
at the others, not just at her. But if the newcomers did they did not
move away from her in response. They stayed behind her always, and Kate
felt she might rupture from the orgasms she was having upon David’s
prick, all the while scared to death she’d be kicked again or whacked
with the walking stick.
When Kate had been thoroughly fucked by David, losing track of
how many wonderful orgasms she’d experienced upon his penis, feeling at
last his jism jetting up into her, she collapsed on top of him and held
him. She could feel her bottom bulbing up at the two new guests. They
still frightened her, but she felt a secret thrill at showing them her
split-apart bottom, with its crack open and her hole dimpling her crack
in such an intriguingly offered manner. She wondered idly if the woman
would kick her again in her hole but the woman did not. Instead, the
new guests seemed to enjoy watching her shiver and gasp and sigh softly
as she huddled over David’s spent form. He lay under her all spread out
and happily exhausted. His arms lay upon the floor and his legs were
spread. He was spread-eagled, pinned to the floor by spent delight
rather than ropes. Once in a while he gave a little upward thrust with
his hips to remind Kate that he was still inside her. His manhood had
shrunk considerably, but it still threaded her sex and lay within her.
The woman, after a respectful interval, reached down and yanked
Kate up by her hair. Kate was forced to stand lest she be hurt by the
pulling. Awkwardly Kate got to her feet. The woman didn’t pull on her
hair any more than she needed to, and for that Kate was grateful, but
she disliked the fact that she’d been attacked at all.
When the woman had Kate on her feet she patted Kate’s hair and
stroked it and attempted to arrange Kate’s tousled long locks in some
kind of neat order. Kate was surprised by the woman’s soft touch.
She’d been kicked, then pulled up by her hair, yet now the woman
caressed her hair as politely as if Kate were her own daughter.
“Yes, you will do perfectly,” the woman said to Kate. When
she’d arranged Kate’s wild hair, thrown all askew from her fucking, she
patted Kate’s tummy. They were slap-pats, striking Kate’s soft belly
harder than she would have preferred. Kate could almost feel the
woman’s hand forcing David’s sperm to slosh around in her womb. “You’re
not pregnant? Hmmm?” the woman asked. “You’re on the Pill?”
Dumbly Kate nodded. She was nude, the woman, slapping her
belly, was clothed as for an elegant dinner party. Kate looked at the
man. He stared back at her coldly. But then he allowed himself the
slightest of smiles, as if to reassure her that he wasn’t quite as
imposing as she imagined.
Marie walked up to the three of them. She was stark naked and
there was a fresh issuance of sperm dribbling down from her cuntlips.
Absently she wiped at the sperm with her fingers, like a little girl
who’s peed on herself, except Marie had just received an emission from
Rod.
“This is John and Melinda,” Marie said, giving herself the job
of making introductions. “John, Melinda, this is Kate. She’s sweet,
don’t you think?”
“John wants her,” Melinda said to Marie. As she spoke she
thrust her hand down from Kate’s belly into the split of her thighs.
She felt within the folds of Kate’s sex. Kate jerked but Marie,
conspiratorily, placed a hand on Kate’s bottom to keep her from stepping
back.
“John,” Marie said calmly. “Kate’s very young. You’re so
harsh with your women! Do you really think she’d be able to stand it?”
“Of course,” Melinda replied. She removed her hand from Kate’s
sex and slapped the blonde on her flanks. Kate felt like a pony and
yet, allowing herself a quick toss of her blonde hair, she found she
didn’t find her status entirely disagreeable. She didn’t know why. It
made no sense at all to permit these people to treat her this way. Yet,
mesmerized by the man in the suit and how he regarded her, feeling freed
for the moment from her normal inhibitions, Kate turned her body
slightly and openly thrust her hips forward to show him her cunt. She
swayed her hips back and forth and made him look at her soft downy
covering of private hair. She rubbed her fleece against his pants leg.
Sperm from David’s emissions, oozing out of her lips, stained the man’s
trousers. Her own honey was mingled with David’s love juice.
Marie laughed. “Well! If she’s THAT eager,” Marie said.
“Then I suppose I’ll fetch her a collar.” Kate, unthinkingly, pressed
her cunny lips to the man’s treetrunk-like thigh and felt his muscled
leg press against her lips, making them splurge. She had a naughty
thought and dismissed it from her mind. Then, just as quickly, she let
it re-enter.
“Kate, dear, John will pamper you most exquisitely, but only
for one purpose--to punish you. Are you sure--?” Marie asked, buckling
a leather collar round Kate’s neck. Still playing, having made no
decision at all, merely teasing, but loving herself for doing it, Kate
released her pee. She felt her cunny lips wet the man’s expensive pants
leg and he gasped, as did Melinda and Marie, as Kate wet the man’s pants
with her sex.
“Well!” Marie said, shocked. She drew her hand back and gave
Kate an ass-spatting handslap. Kate squeezed her eyes shut and mewled.
Yet she didn’t stop the flow of her pee. She kept on pissing on the
man’s pants until she was completely relieved.
“A feisty slave, my favorite,” Melinda murmured, when she’d
recovered herself enough to speak again. Kate had outmaneuvered them
all!
“We’ll have to skip the dinner,” John said to Melinda.
“It’s late anyway, dear,” Melinda said. “And Kate’s training
needs to begin right away.”
“Indeed,” John affirmed. Kate, withdrawing her lovelips from
John’s leg, admired the long, runny stain she’d left upon them. His
whole leg right down to his shoe was marked by her soaking pee. And
she’d wiped her sex on him too, leaving David’s sperm there.
Kate felt a cloak thrown over her shoulders. Marie adjusted
it. Kate’s shoulders were small and the cloak threatened to slip right
off her.
“You’ve chosen well, sweet one. There is no sterner master I
know of, nor one more considerate,” Marie said to Kate. She kissed the
girl lightly on the cheek. Kate flinched. She felt the collar around
her throat, binding her lightly, showing her status. She did not lift
her fingers to it but merely admitted the feeling of it into her mind.
It was a leather collar. It was covered with felt on its inside surface
so as not to chafe her. But it had a place for a leash, and Kate gazed
down her nose at the silver ring which protruded from the front of the
collar where John might attach a leash to her.
Gallantly John brushed Kate’s cloak back from her body and
reached within and took her bare arm. Her body was bare and her arm was
bare and his sleeved, tailored arm, flexing its bicep, felt like an
intruder within her warm cloak. Yet she did not resist him. She
allowed him to lead her out of the game room and through the locker room
and out through the front door of the townhouse.
There was a chilly drizzle of rain outside. With her free hand
Kate pulled the cloak around her breasts. It remained open at the
waist, showing her belly and below that her bush, with her bare white
legs protruding from the front of the open cloak as she let John draw
her down the front steps along the walk to his car. Melinda, walking
efficiently beside Kate, unfurled an umbrella and held it above Kate’s
head to keep the raindrops from wetting her tousled, already-matted
locks. She was in disarray from the fuckfest in the game room yet John
and Melinda treated her as if she were a princess.
John opened the passenger’s side door of his Jaguar. Kate bent
down and slipped in. Melinda held up the tail of her cloak so that it
wouldn’t touch the wet ground as she bent.
Kate found the seat inside was a bench seat and she wondered if
she should sit on the clean leather, for she was coated on her private
with her own juice and with male jism, more dripping out as she walked
and moved. Yet, with Melinda urging in from behind, Kate was forced to
sit and she did her best to tuck her cloak under herself to keep her
bottom off of John’s fine leather seat. John seemed not to mind the
possibility of her staining it.
ZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
gear, Sept/Oct 1998, $2.99. Full-color, slick paper, (slightly)
oversized magazine. Many pages. Guccione Media LLC, 450 West 15th
Street, Suite 504, New York, NY 10011.
Review: This is the first issue of this magazine. It’s billed
as “The New Magazine for Men.” It’s published by the son of Penthouse
publisher Bob Guccione, whose name, rather confusingly, is Bob Guccione
Jr.
If you’re wondering what defines the 1980’s generation in
America, otherwise known as “Generation X,” this is it. A magazine for
men, that has no nudity.
I suppose you could try calling “gear” a cerebral men’s
magazine, but that does sound rather like an oxymoron, doesn’t it? I
know that if I had 46 million dollars, as this publisher does, I could
think of lots better things to do with it than publish than GQ jr.
In my case, when I want to read intellectual material, I want
the best. That’s why I read The Economist. And when I want girls, I
don’t want any intellectual crap getting in the way. That’s why, in the
bathroom, I read Club Confidential.
“gear” is a magazine full of ads and, as its cover boasts, “23
Pages of Stunning Fashion.” However, as a regular buyer of men’s
magazines, I have three problems with “gear”.
1. I don’t want to have to wade through miles of ads to find
the magazine’s editorial content.
2. I don’t care about fashion.
3. I don’t read pseudo-intellectual articles, which is what
“gear” features.
And, of course, with no nudity in this “men’s” magazine,
there’s no possibility that I can jack off.
Perhaps the best way to sum up “gear” is by telling you where
it’s stocked, at Tower Books. It’s stocked in the section reserved for
ladies’ magazines.
“Nuff said,” as Stan Lee would say.
COMMENTARY
by holy joe
From time to time, it is necessary to take stock of where we
have been, and where we are heading. Such a time is now. And the
question that arises, the question that demands to be answered, is
this: What is the greatest porn magazine of them all?
As for myself, I vote for the new magazine by Larry Flint,
which is called Taboo. No longer do you have to look at Playboy and
fantasize about what sort of kinky things might be hinted at in its
pictorials. With Taboo, you can actually see girls being tied up,
enemized, and spanked!
My favorite pictorials in Taboo are the ones that feature two
girls who are lovers. Naturally, this being Taboo, one of the girls is
a dominant, and the other is a submissive. Watch with pleasure as the
submissive girl is bound and punished!
When I subscribed to Taboo, my great fear was that it would be
a magazine featuring old whores, doing slutty things to each other. Not
to worry! The girls in Taboo are young and attractive. My only wish is
that they were even younger, perhaps the age of the girls in Barely
Legal.
As for Barely Legal, it is, in my opinion, a boring magazine.
Sure, the girls are young, but so what? They’re not doing anything.
They should at least have a kinky party, or do something naughty. If I
were Larry Flint, I’d publish a magazine called “Barely Legal in
Bondage”!
(Now THAT would be a great magazine!)
What of other magazines, like Playboy and Penthouse? The last
two issues of Playboy have been quite good. The September issue
featured a beautiful young brunette posing with a riding crop! The
October issue depicts a luscious blonde with gorgeous tits.
As for Penthouse, it’s trash. I’m going to quit buying this
magazine if it doesn’t improve soon. All you ever see in it anymore is
“centerfold” girls who look like whores, and dumb “concept” pictorials
featuring, most recently, women painted red to look like Devils.
(Appropriate, perhaps, but hardly arousing.)
Mayfair is getting pretty boring. All I ever see anymore in
this magazine is the same old dull pictorials, repeated issue after
issue. The Claire Cass era of Mayfair was great! But now Mayfair is
just a tired, repetitive magazine.
A magazine that’s getting better and better is Genesis. Wow!
The October issue of this magazine was a mind-blower! I especially
liked the pictorial with two sweet, young blondes in it, kissing each
other and sticking their faces in each other’s bottoms!
As for Club, Club Confidential, and Club International, I like
these magazines a lot. You can subscribe to all three for $99.00. What
a great deal! Every week or two more porn arrives in my mailbox, all
courtesy of the Club family of magazines. Some issues are better than
others, but you’re always guaranteed some sort of an ejaculation with
these magazines!
A magazine that just had a terrific issue is “Oui”. Usually
this magazine is junk, but the October issue was fantastic!
In summary, I would list the greatest porn magazines as
follows: Taboo. (Not to be confused with the many magazines named
“Tattoo.”) Next, Playboy, particularly the twice-monthly Playboy
Newsstand Specials. Next, the Club magazines. (Club itself is rather
boring. I prefer Club Confidential and Club International.) Next,
Genesis, which I may move higher up on this list if it continues to be
as great as its October issue.
As for the “just turned 18” magazines, they are mostly boring.
They all suffer from the same problem that “Barely Legal” does, namely,
that the girls aren’t naughty enough. Perhaps the best of the lot is
“Hawk,” which consistently features two girls kissing and hugging and
undressing each other.
(I’d type in all the addresses for these magazines, but with so
many great magazines sitting here, I have a sudden, irresistible urge to
do something else!)
AND IN THE END...
KEEP WATCHING !
“In the 1990’s, says the aptly named Suzanne Garment in her
book ‘Scandal’, ‘our system is now able, perhaps for the first time, to
produce scandals at will, in steady and unending supply.’”
- The Economist, August 15, 1998, pg. 22.
(You never know... the sky may fall too. - h.j.)
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