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Dungeon of Desire



Jasmine had told me to meet him. Or had she ordered me? I
liked to think she’d ordered me, now that I reflected upon it. Yes,
she’d ordered me. I’d had no choice. But of course I’d had, hadn’t I?
I didn’t anymore.
She’d told me he’d be cruel with me. Much, much crueler than
anything I’d ever experienced before. I’d played with rabbits up ‘til
now, she’d assured me. And she’d ordered me. Yes.
With my nipples offered, my face pale and my lips parted in
wonderment, I let myself be led into his domain. It had been a workroom
once, a place for saws and hammers and chisels. But it had evolved.
The old owner had died and Master had moved in. The pinup calendar had
been replaced with a real woman.
I tossed my hair as he confronted me. I tried to look brave.
Inside, my tummy was melting with passion and terror. I tried to stick
out my belly to look more childish, to win his compassion. But I was
too thin. My ribs lined my sides. My hips were slim, curving out just
enough to justify my 16th birthday, but no more. My legs were sexy
Barbi legs, long and sleek and tapering deftly inward to where my ankles
met my stiff, confining heels. I stumbled. His housekeeper caught my
arm. In my stumbling my bosoms, big as melons, wiggled. They teased
him with the stiffness of my nipples.
Except for my heels and my earrings, I was completely naked. I
bit my lower lip and hung my head a little, letting him gaze at me. I
stuck my chest out a little bit more, rudely, obscenely, given that my
arms were already padlocked behind my back. I was proud of myself. I
felt the newness of my body, newly grown, my plump young breasts. They
hung free, firm and full, like fresh fruit discovered in a hothouse on a
clear Spring morning. I wanted them always to be free now. I never
wanted to have them confined in a bra again. I would live here always,
I pledged to myself, where my bosoms could swing with my steps and my
bottom, round and full as my tits, could sway and sashay and tease.
I was eager to let him see me. I could feel the heat of his
breath even now, or imagined I could. He was just a few steps away.
Older than me by at least two lifetimes, mine plus his, and hard from
working in the sun, building additions to his house and improving his
dungeon. He was wealthy. An inheritance. It freed him to play games
and do as he pleased. And what he pleased to do, I knew, though nothing
had been said, not directly, anyway, was fuck.
But he was particular. Only certain girls appealed to him. He
savored power. You would think, at over six feet, he could accomodate
equality. But his housekeeper was slim and small and dainty, an
Oriental. Her every motion spoke of deference and humility. Yet, as
she grasped my arm, urging me into his presence, her slim nailed
fingers, exquisitely polished, gripped me fiercely. Underneath that
humble exterior I felt a dragon lurking. She would be as cruel as he.
She would show me the rites of Oriental Tea even as she subjected me to
the most degrading pleasures.
I wanted to be tested. There was no use kidding myself. It
was too late for that now, anyway. (Though it settles the nerves, lying
a little to yourself.) In my new body, just turned sixteen, I wanted to
meet a man who could really appreciate me and show me everything I
needed to know to be a woman. I wanted him to concentrate just on me,
nobody else. I wanted his full attention. I wanted him to tell me what
I was, what I must be, how I must act and behave. I’d had enough of
feminists with their musty tomes, counseling abstinence, and my mom,
dear fool, telling me I must finish college first, and after that
graduate school and then, as a professional woman, I might meet some man
who deferred to me as his equal.
Here I was not equal, or superior, or inferior either, though I
was inexperienced. I was just me. Me with my breasts and their nippled
thorns, poking inquisitively into the stare of my master. His chest
heaved, he sighed. He was barechested and as I watched he began to
unzip his pants.
“Kneel,” the Oriental, Katy, told me. I saw her as an
extension of him. His female side. She was not competition. They
would train me together. She was there to make sure I complied.
I knelt. There was a soft towel that had been laid on the
floor, perhaps by accident, perhaps for me. It was pink. It accepted
my knees and I dared to look up at my master. I watched as he tugged
down his zipper. I waited. A growth of hair appeared and I saw with a
gasp that he was wearing no underpants. I snake curled forth, its head
still trapped in his pants.
“Put out your tongue. Let him know you want him,” Katy told
me. She knelt beside me and reached round me and pinched one of my
nipples to make sure I complied.
I offered. I parted my lips and let him see the pinkness of my
tongue. It was wet. A dollop of my saliva pooled upon its curling
surface. I flattened my tongue and the saliva dropped off, fell to
strike one of my breasts.
With a huge explosive wangling extrusion, his cock burst from
his opened zipper. It greeted my eyes and seemed Alien-like;
self-possessed, harmful. It trembled with his need. Huge veins ran
along its giant, tree-trunk length and the head stood out purplish and
raw. I found myself gazing at his pee hole. As I watched, a spermy
glob of pre-cum emerged from his pee slit and hung waiting.
“Lick it,” Katy told me.
“No!” I protested. I was in Kindergarten again, learning of
Strangers. Katy grabbed my blonde hair and shoved my face forward. I
tried to close my lips but she forced me forward so fast I found him
wide within my mouth, choking me, ramming into me and filling me and
making me gag.
With a slow, sadistic wry laugh, Katy eased my head back until
Master’s penis popped from my lips. She waited. I gazed with my head
gripped by her, my chin flung back, up into my Master’s eyes.
Gradually, knowing I must, knowing I could not refuse, I extended my
tongue again. It touched his pee hole. I flicked it. I soothed the
flat of my tongue against it. And Katy, moving my head forward as I
accepted the contact, made me take him full in my mouth again.
“Yes. Suck,” Katy ordered. I suckled his cock like a baby
mouthing a cucumber. He was so big! I could hardly do him justice with
my little mouth. But I tried. I tried my best, and that was what they
were after. I must perform to the best of my ability, I must not hold
back, not anything, and I must be willing to learn all I could.
Master watched me suck him. He was big beyond belief and he
knew that’s what I’d come for. I could not tolerate boys. I needed
men. And I needed, in my needing, Men with big Ones, as little girls
delicately put it.
“She should have the taste of you, Master,” Katy told her
employer.
He laughed. They both laughed, as he let himself cum, spurting
and spurting and spurting into my mouth, and I gobbled at his cock and
tried to swallow him all.
I failed miserably. His sperm gushed over my chin and
splattered my breasts and ran down my tummy into my sweet nest of
curls. A puddle formed on the towel. His essence. His sperm, saved
for me, but now lost due to my inexperience.
“You have much to learn,” Master told me. I looked up at him
wide-eyed, my mouth limned with his sperm and feeling abashed.
Katy lifted me up by my hair. She turned me to face her. She
was naked as I, her breasts hanging free, full and plump and with
nipples risen. She had a dough-eyed face, round and Japanese, with a
perky nose and a long swan-like throat. She mashed my mouth to hers. I
felt her breasts, quite large for an Oriental, crush themselves against
mine. “Let me clean you,” she said, and her tongue stabbed into my
mouth, not asking permission, just sticking itself in as if I were owned
by her. My mouth was hers and my body was hers and as I felt her palms
against my bottom, hefting it, grabbing me and pulling me to her, I knew
I was not myself anymore but theirs.
Our games had begun upstairs. They’d made me undress the
minute I stepped into their house. Out back, on their porch, they’d
shown me their patio. A blanket covered its cement surface to protect
my bare feet. And my knees. They made me kneel and drink from a dog
food bowl.
“The water is fresh. I just poured it before you arrived,”
Katy told me. “It’s Perrier. Drink it all.” She led me forward to the
bowl. I glanced back at her, at Him, the man who would be my Master
here. My blonde hair, long and soft and beautiful, catching glints of
the setting sun, swirled around my frightened face. And then I knelt.
It was awkward, kneeling before a dog dish. I had to get right down and
not use my hands. They were still free then. I put my palms on the
carpet and felt my breasts swing freely under me as I put my mouth down
to the dog dish. In back, my bottom, sheathed in my jeans out on the
street, now bulged freely behind me. I felt the crack of my small tight
seat open as I bent down to tongue the dish.
I kissed the water. It was cool. The dish had my name on it.
“Kelly,” it read. They’d personalized it just for me. Dutifully I
lapped at the water. My bosoms, like gourds, hung and swung under me.
My nipples were stiff and they grazed the blanket.
“Drink it all. You must pee for us, like a doggie,” Katy
said. She stood over me, watching, holding the whip I’d brought with me
for them to beat me with. It had been required. I had no choice in
that, none at all, unless I chose not to come.
I lifted my head. I felt rebellious. They had a marvelous
backyard pool and I’d never skinny dipped in my life. I watched the
water ripple across it in the wind and expected we’d swim in it.
“Will we swim?” I asked simply.
“No,” Katy replied. She opened a parasol over my heinie. I
felt the rays of the setting sun, warm a moment ago, blocked and kept
out by the parasol. Under its shadow my bottom was cool. A mountain
breeze kissed my ass cheeks, as if urging them wider apart.
“Why?” I asked.
“Not ‘til after dark, love. You must stay out of the sun. You
must protect your skin.”
I glanced up at her. A lock of my hair fell into the bowl and
became wet in it. She was Oriental, and her skin was white, delicate.
Her hair was rich and black and it tumbled down in strands over her
shoulders where her simple coiffure was coming undone.
“But,” I breathed. She held the parasol in one hand the whip
I’d brought in the other.
“You have lovely skin,” Katy said, looking down at me. “I’ll
enjoy marking it.”
“I’d rather sun myself,” I said. I was beginning to feel weak
in the knees. I’d have run and bolted away if the man behind me weren’t
so gorgeous. Just showing my bottom to him made me moisten between my
thighs.
“Of course. Most American girls would,” Katy replied. “Stupid
girls. You’ll learn to care for your skin here. You’ll have lots of
practise.”
Katy began unbuttoning her top. Slowly, flicking the buttons
apart as if they were Oragami folds she wished to open. I saw her
bosoms stir, feeling their growing freedom. She wore no bra. In the
sunlight I could see her nipples looming within the fabric. As I looked
up, crouched like a little rabbit, watching her bare herself, she bent
low and hit me.
“Yeeowch!” I blurted. But I was so amazed by her delicacy that
I didn’t stop looking up at her, despite the line that burned across my
bottom. A tear came to my eye. It ran down my cheek and plopped into
the my water bowl.
Katy had used the switch I’d given her. It was a light, well
made horse whip, not too thin, made for breaking in ponies. I’d chosen
the safest one I could find. I remembered Jasmine’s crop, long and
icicle-like, thin to make me smart and burn and hop.
“She tried to get out of her obligations by buying a toy,”
Sauron observed. His voice was deep and gravelly. He loomed over my
bottom, eyeing it.
“It’s not a toy, Master, it’s a pony whip,” Katy said. “We can
whip her longer with it.”
“Give her rump another slash,” Sauron said. “I like seeing her
fanny bounce.”
Katy complied. The whip struck my ass and my face bounced
forward into my water bowl! Sobbing, my hands flying back to protect my
cheeks, I lifted my face from the water. It dripped with Perrier and I
looked up at Katy. She released the last button on her blouse and her
bosoms tumbled down into my face, her leaning over me, her eyes soft but
her hand upraised to strike me again if her Master ordered it.
“Finish the water,” I heard behind me. Katy straightened. I
bent my head and gulped the water in my bowl as fast as I could. Behind
me, I kept my hands on my fanny. It hurt where she’d hit me. I hoped
that was all they wanted.
Katy’s blouse fluttered to the ground. I watched her slim
ankles from the corner of my eye, still lapping at my water, and saw her
skirt descend. Her panties followed.
And then they took me downstairs. As I felt my thighs rub
against Katy’s stockinged legs I knew I was completely theirs now, just
a pet, all my needs seen to but made to surrender myself completely. I
felt Katy part my bottoms and Master, walking behind me, stuck his
finger right up against my hole. He had a slick fingertip. He’d wet it
in the dribblings of his own sperm.
I felt him intrude.
“You’re tight,” he told me. Gasping, my bottoms forcibly
parted by his housekeeper, I could barely reply. When I did my breath
spoke into Katy’s open mouth.
“Yessss,” I hummed. Katy fed within my lips, licking up her
Master’s sperm that he’d deposited there. I felt her tongue draw back
and I licked at her tongue with mine, retreiving some of His sperm,
keeping it for myself.
“You will have to be opened,” Master said to me in my hot
burning ears. I felt his finger stab deep between the cheeks of my ass.
“Yeth,” I managed. My tongue was caught by Katy’s teeth and
she bit it. Lightly, but holding it fast so that I couldn’t speak. I
pushed my bottom back. It hurt, I didn’t want to, but my need was
great. His finger sank deeper still in my hole.
He twisted his finger. I jerked. I called out his name,
hoping for mercy. Sauron, as he liked to be called. Such a silly name,
I thought, but his voice over the phone had lured me anyway. To my
stunned surprise he’d matched the Wizard exactly. Stubble-faced, as if
just growing a beard, with a long aqualine nose and slim, greedy lips.
His eyes sparkled at me when we met, just as they sparkled now as he
impaled my bottom with his finger.
“Sauron! No!” I begged. He twisted his finger again and Katy,
the evil female he loved best, shoved me backward as she nursed his seed
from my mouth.
“Ackckgh!” I cried. My lips broke from Katy’s. I felt as if a
big barbecue poker had been stuck up my ass. Sauron’s finger was in to
the hilt now, stretching my hole, making me wish I was safe at home
doing homework.
I was kept wiggling there for several minutes, pinned between
Katy and Master. She had the grip of a tigress. Even as she pushed her
soft bosoms into mine she kept my ass open in back. Her slim fingers
were like wires of steel against my bottom, impressing themselves in my
flesh, making me open to Him and receive him. Sauron, laughing gently,
as if watching a small dog perform tricks, twisted his finger to and fro
in my fanny. I yelped. Each twist was like a hot poker being driven
inside me.
“You will have to learn to endure much more than this if you
expect to take my cock properly,” Sauron laughed at me.
At last, gasping, putting my hands to my face as Katy let go of
me, I was permitted to stand unmolested.
Letting her bottom swing freely, showing it off as if it were a
trophy (for indeed any man would have died for a chance to sink into
it), Kelly walked to a bureau.
The lights were low. Much of the dungeon remained in
darkness. I had seen none of it yet, save the items inside the door. A
carpentry space, with a buzz saw lying between its shield and its
business end. Safe, except from prying hands and fingers. I promised
myself never to touch it, and to remember where it was. Above it, on a
shelf, lay hammers and screwdrivers. Bits of wood and sawdust were
scattered about the work table. And next to it, on a bureau that held a
lamp, was a dog’s collar. Katy picked it up with two fingers, as if
afraid to touch it. She brought it to me.
“I don’t need a collar,” I protested, but she looped it around
my neck. She slipped the collar’s tongue through its buckle. Then,
with me standing shivering, afraid and naked, Sauron looming behind me,
Katy walked back to the bureau. This time she returned with a small
padlock. She put it through my collar. With a click, she secured the
collar to my neck.
“There. You do need a collar my dear. Have you ever tried to
catch hold of a dog that isn’t collared? Or a kitty?”
“It’s difficult,” I gulped. Katy circled one of my nipples
with her fingertip. She kissed my nose.
“Yes, but now you’ll be less difficult, hmmm?” Katy asked. I
said nothing. “Let me find you a leash. We’re going out in public!”
“What?” I gasped. With Sauron behind me I remained standing,
but I was really freaking out now. Here I was, absolutely shuddering
with sensitivity, my whole body a violin of response, and they were
taking me out to meet other people?”
There were several leashes hanging on the wall. Katy selected
a red one and brought it to me. She clipped it around my collar.
“Here, my dear, we live by Master’s schedule. He has cum. He doesn’t
need any more sex right now. But he’s dying to show you off.” She ran
a finger through my pubic curls. Within my lips I felt drenched, and
she knew it.
Katy bumped her hips against mine. Our curls meshed. “I have
to cum too, love. But I’ve learnt obedience,” she sighed. I felt her
navel rise and touch mine, both of us seeking, our tummies rubbing, our
‘innie’ belly buttons as useless as our sighs were.
“Come, let’s get you cleaned up a little,” Katy said to me.
“We can shower together.” She looked at her Master. “Prudishly, of
course, like good girls,” she said to him with a smile.
We went upstairs and she bathed me. Her hands were careful.
They did not seek as they’d sought in the dungeon. Then, our shower
over, she helped me into a bikini selected by Master. It was composed
mostly of string. It could just pass on the beach, perhaps, if the
lifeguard wasn’t a woman.

I found myself outside the door to an elegant cliff-top
mansion. Katy and I stood in our bikinis. I had to pull my bottoms
from my ass crack as she rang the doorbell. They were infuriating.
Master had purposely chosen bottoms that made me as sexy as possible.
No simple thong for him, or T-back. He liked to see girls covered
properly, he told me. Especially out in public. We’d parked by the
curb, a few houses down. There were several cars on the street. More
people than just ourselves had been invited to the mansion.
With my hands at my bottom, straightening my panties, I caught
my first look at our hostess. She was blonde, about 30, with the eyes
of a slut. There was no other way to describe it. She looked
experienced, and I saw to my surprise that her eyes fixed on me right
away.
“What a pretty pet!” she smiled.
“Her name’s Kelly,” Katy said. She ran a finger along my
bikini bottoms and I felt them begin to inch toward my asscrack again.
“Well I’m pleased to meet you, Kelly,” our hostess said to me.
She spoke to me as if I were a 5-year-old child. “My name’s Miriam,”
she said. I said nothing back. I felt belittled by her. “Such a
perfect pet! She doesn’t even speak!” Miriam laughed. She looked
beyond me, then, out to the street. “I hope nobody saw her wearing that
leash!”
“I kept it close to my body. Nobody saw,” Katy assured her.
For in addition to my heels and my glamourous earrings, and my
uncomfortable bikini, I wore my brown leather dog’s collar with its red
leash.
“Let’s hope not!” Miriam said. She urged us inside. “I don’t
want the cops busting me for my little business ventures,” she said in a
hushed, happy voice.
“You’re a madam?!” I blurted. Sauron shut the front door just
as I spoke.
“Why yes, dear, your Master’s paying me to bring you here,”
Miriam smiled. She touched my face. “Come, let’s show you to the other
guests. And no talking, please. You’re a pet, not a person.” Miriam
spun on her heels and walked away. Katy tugged at my leash and we
followed. I gazed at Miriam’s bottom. She wore panties like mine, for
swimming, but of the same cashmere mine were made of, certain to unravel
if they got wet. I liked teasing bikinis, made for just the sun and the
sand and the pool deck. But I’d never worn such delicate, insubstantial
ones as I now found myself in. Katy had done some convincing to get me
into them, reminding me of the whip when I balked. And, to keep me
happy, she’d worn the same kind. Master, of course, wasn’t held to the
same standard. He got to put on new stone-washed jeans, and a colored
shirt with a collar. He just looked like a young man dressed for a
casual get-together. But Katy and I, wearing our teensy bikinis, looked
like girls who should know better. As Katy led me by my leash I was
forced to pull my undies out of my ass crack again. I remembered a
song, “Stupid Girl,” and wondered if it was about me.
My bikini, so delicate I couldn’t get it wet, was already moist
with my dew in my crotch. I wondered if I’d start unravelling there.
Worse, all the water I’d drunk from the dog’s dish had yet to be allowed
to come out. I felt a tremor run through me as Miriam led Katy and I
into her ballroom. A dozen guests turned and greeted me with their
eyes. All I could do was shorten my steps and hope they didn’t see how
I was pressing my thighs together. Sauron, behind me, gave a wicked
laugh. He knew I had to go! I prayed that the others didn’t.
Fortunately, the other guests were dressed as sexily as I was.
The females, that is. The males wore casual clothes like Master’s. As
for the girls, some wore vinyl swimsuits. They promised to get hot in
the sun, but it was night now. Still, their vinyl tops and bottoms had
little zippers on them. The cups of their bras offered zippers for
unzipping their nipples. Their panties, though zipped at the moment,
could be undone where their nether lips were. I wondered if their
crotches were as moist inside those little vinyl swimpouches as mine
was. At least, if they had to pee, they could unzip their lips. My
labia lips were contained. I felt the wetness of my excitement. I slid
my hands along my thighs, hoping for a chance at relief.
Most of the girls were young college girls. They had bodies as
fetching as mine and no inhibitions, apparently, about decking
themselves out in teeny bikinis to show everyone else how terrific they
looked. All of us wore bikinis not meant for the pool. Some were
cashmere, like mine and Katy’s and Miriam’s. Others were vinyl, their
little zippers dangling temptingly from half-covered bosoms and
cunnies. Still other girls wore leather, tied up with little string
bows where the vinyl bikinis had zippers. I imagined myself being made
to kneel and untie, one by one, the frustrating little bows that closed
themselves over a strawberry blonde’s pubic hair. With master
commanding me, I’d no doubt have to use just my teeth.
“Hi!” the strawberry blonde said to me as I stared nervously at
her swimsuit. She looked at me unabashedly. Her eyes noticed where
mine were on her and she took it as more than I intended. “Is this your
first S&M orgy?” she asked, addressing my breasts as if they were me.
“Y-Yes,” I replied. My voice trembled and felt my breasts
shaking. “I’m sorry,” I added quickly. “I have to pee.” I gulped. I
didn’t mean to make the admission but she’d looked like she was about to
untie my top.
“Oh!” Sharon laughed. I learned her name later, after we’d
fucked. “There’s no worry about that! Come over to our pee pool!” She
took my hand, something I’d not expected, or wanted, and led me over to
a small fountain set near the wall.
I tensed. I felt the crowd of people gather behind me.
Looking over my shoulder, quickly, afraid and nervous, I saw that
perhaps half the dozen or so guests had followed me. The rest continued
their conversations.
Before me was a small bowl shaped pool made of rock. Within
its glassy surface, along one of its curving sides, lay a stone ledge.
“Get in, sit down on the ledge, and hang your feet down,”
Sharon explained, her hand still in mine. “Then just pee. The water
will carry it away. You’re the first of the evening, anyway, so if
you’re scared of anything there’s no need to be. The water’s totally
pure and natural. There’s no chlorine or anything, so it won’t sting
you. It’s the same as your bath water. Haven’t you ever peed in the
bath tub?” she laughed. I saw from her brimming eyes that she’d done it
at an older age than I had.
“Well, yes, when I was a grade-schooler,” I admitted. “But I’m
bigger now.” I stuck out my boobs to convince her.
“Take your panties off and get in,” Sharon told me. “You’re
wiggling your hips like a preschooler! I’ll pee with you if you like.”
“No,” I replied. I looked up. Lovely ivy vines climbed the
wall. The pool lay quiet, waiting. Its water was still, but I sensed
that somewhere within it water was silently entering and exiting,
passing fresh water in from pipes and then draining the spent water
away, outside, where it watered the garden that was visible in the
moonlight beyond the sliding glass doors of the ballroom.
I stepped onto a step that led in three easy steps up to the
submerged shelf of the pool.
“Take off your bottoms first,” Sharon told me. She unclipped
my leash from my collar. Katy and Sauron did not object. The leash, at
least, I was glad to be rid of. Perhaps Miriam wouldn’t shush me
anymore when I spoke.
I put my thumbs in my panties. They were stuck in my ass crack
again, but I was going to teach them a lesson for once. I didn’t bother
untying them. I wanted to put them back on after I peed! I slid them
down my legs, wiggling, blushing, needing to pee more than ever.
“God, what an ass!” a man behind me proclaimed.
“That’s another benefit of sitting in the pool,” Sharon
laughed, happy that I was obeying her. “It lets you cool your bottom
before we’re all whipped!”
I stopped lowering my panties. They hung round my knees. I
looked at Sharon, then at the others. I felt my bare bottomcheeks
huddle and tighten.
“Jesus!” the man who’d admired my ass said. “How old is she?”
he asked Sauron.
“Just sixteen,” Sauron replied. “And her ass is mine. Both
for punishment and for pleasure.”
“Don’t be afraid of showing your bottom,” Sharon said to me.
She bent and pushed my panties down my calves. I stood, my hands on my
tummy, watching. I dared not clap my hands to my ass, to cover myself,
though I desperately wanted to.
I stepped out of my panties. I bent down and picked them up.
I didn’t want to lose them, not in front of all these lusty males! (Not
to mention the females.) I turned, wondering who they’d be safe with,
and finally settled on Katy. Sharon wanted them, I think, but I pressed
them into Katy’s hand with hope brimming in my eyes that I’d get them
back. She smiled, said nothing. Nobody asked me to take off my heels.
“Drink a little more first,” Sharon said to me. She put a
drink in my hand. Feeling ridiculous, wearing just my bra, plus my
open-toed pumps, my earrings, and collar, I sipped the drink. It was
champagne. “You’ll feel the whip a little less, hopefully, and pee
more!” Sharon laughed. She had a bubbly laugh that made you want to
laugh with her. But I was too anxious to laugh. Looking around me
again, realizing I had no choice but to do as they said, I stepped up
the steps to the lip of the pool. It looked like it could be used as a
fountain, spurting water up from its middle, but the fountain part was
turned off. I hoped nobody turned it on while I was using it to pee in!
I stepped into the pool, still wearing my heels. It was cool,
almost cold. I stepped on the submerged stone ledge. No more than half
an inch of water covered its surface. Daintily, worriedly, I put myself
out on the ledge. Its surface was smooth but not slippery. I knelt. I
crawled with my bottom suspended, spider like, across the bit of ledge
and stepped gently down into the basin of the pool. Then I sat down.
My ass felt the chill of the water.
With my bottom resting on the ledge and my heels plunged deep
in the pool, I looked down at myself and spread my thighs. I ran my
fingers along them, gazing at my pussy over the neatly-brassiered
breasts of my still modest bosom. My pussy lips cherished the coolness
of the water. I half expected them to release a cloud of steam.
I just had one problem. I couldn’t release my pee! I guess I
felt pent-up. Who wouldn’t? A dozen eyes stared at my half submerged
nest, waiting, watching my face, for it would tell the tale more than my
pussy.
Sharon passed me my glass again. “Drink. It will help you
go,” she advised me. I sipped champagne. “No piss!” she urged me.
“Just do it!”
Drinking, listening as the guests spoke in hushed voices, I
watched the surface of the pool. And suddenly I realized I’d begun to
pee! Within my cunny lips I felt a release, a spurting of fluid, an
offering to the pool. I peed and peed and peed, and looked happily up
at the eyes around me as I gasped out my relief at being able at last to
empty my bladder.
“Thankyou,” I said to Sharon. The final drink of champagne had
done the trick. I’d never have tried it, or thought of it. I drank
down the rest of my glassful, enjoying the feeling of swallowing even as
I peed. Then I stood up.
“Don’t you want to cool your bottom some more? You’ll wish you
could, pretty soon!” Sharon laughed.
I stopped, considered. My finger touched my face
contemplatively.
“Oh get out, you silly girl!” Sharon sighed. She grasped one
of my hands and tugged. I rose up, acquiring a footing on the ledge
again, and pased over the lip of the pool and descended its steps.
“May I please have my panties back?” I asked in a quavering
voice.
Sharon smiled. Everyone smiled. Sharon slapped my fanny.
“With an adorable bottom like that? Not on your life, honey,
especially since you’ve only got a limited time to show everyone how
pretty it is. Soon it’ll be marked, and you’ll be proud of it, I’m
sure, but it won’t look like it does now! How white! How lovely!”
Katy’s two strokes with the whip had faded away. The benefit of a pony
whip, with a broad lash.
Sharon pushed her fingertips into my back and walked me toward
the center of the room. “I want you to greet everybody and say ‘hello’
to everyone before we get down to business!” she sighed. I wondered, as
she pushed me forward, whether she considered herself our hostess. But
Miriam said nothing, smiling as much as Sharon, and Sauron, my Master,
seemed amused by it all.
Bare ass naked, my cheeks still wet from the pool, I confronted
the few guests who’d remained behind to chit-chat. The others followed
me, laughing as my sweet rubbery cheeks jiggled atop my bare legs. I
held my drink like it was a life preserver.
“Well, hi! Did you have a nice pee?” A brunette woman asked
me. She was Miriam’s age. Later I learned her name was Sandy. At the
moment I just stood speechless in front of her, thankful for my bra but
without my undies, Sharon at my back watching the drips from my ass as
they ran down my thighs and my calves. I looked like I’d wet myself,
dry from the pussy up, but wet from my crotch to my toes. “Katy says
you had to go pretty badly,” Sandy said, with a smiling nod at my Master
and his housekeeper.
“Tell us how badly you had to go,” the man with Sandy said. I
balked. I looked with wide eyes at his trousers and saw they were
noticeably ridged in the crotch.
“Well just enjoy yourself,” Sandy said to me, seeing I was too
speechless to talk. “I hope I’m the lucky one who gets to eat your
pussy!”
I stumbled about the room, Sandy introducing me to each of the
guests in turn. Several of the men held whips or riding crops, as if
waiting to use them. I shivered as I met them, gulping and finally
beginning to speak again. Just my name at first but then, as the ice
broke and I felt more comfortable, little bits about myself. What
school I went to, and what beach I liked to play at. I was in over my
head and I knew it, but I felt moist within my cunny lips still, long
after my legs dried.
One by one guests took their turn in the pee pool. A lot of
the girls went before the guys felt the need. It was strange, watching,
seeing a girl pee, everyone looking at her as she did it. Of course,
the water hid her stream, but it still seemed obscene to me. As each
girl peed she left her panties on the floor by the pool. Nobody, I
realized now, got to take off their swimsuit and put it back on. Not
indoors, where just ourselves were, with nobody watching. Outside, in
the garden perhaps, other rules would prevail. But within the walls of
the house we could do as we pleased; provided of course, a girl didn’t
mind doing without her panties.
None of the girls seemed to miss their undies. Not Sharon, or
Katy, or Sandy. Slowly, the panties accumulated by the side of the
pool, where the steps led up to its lip. I held my drink as I watched
each girl. Each commented on how cold the water felt. And how grateful
she was for a chance to soak her butt in cool water before the whippings
began.
As each girl smiled and palmed the water, testing it, sitting
down in it, speaking of her delight at a quick dip and pee before she
was whipped, I realized all this talk had to add up to something. I’d
hoped, in my naivete, that everyone was just teasing. I’d thought
perhaps that they were all trying to fool me. But each girl got out
with the same bottom-quivering look, clasping her hands beneath her
chin, watching the others, feeling herself watched, and accepted a drink
with more anxiety than she’d showed before getting into the pool.
I spied a girl no more than a year older than me and walked up
to her. She’d just peed a little while ago, and she was standing,
fretfully, I thought, by herself in a space on the floor. Most of the
guests had moved close to the pool to watch the first guy undress for
his pee. I wanted to watch, but figured I catch at a chance to talk to
somebody normal.
“Hi,” I whispered. She looked up at me. She’d been plying her
soft belly with her fingers.
“Hi,” she blushed.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“I forgot my pill,” she said in a hushed voice.
“Do you think you’ll get pregnant?” I asked.
“Do you think we’ll get fucked?” she replied.
“I don’t know. How did you get here?” I asked.
“I met...” I knew before she answered. A guy she couldn’t
resist. A guy who promised to teach her and challenge her. And now
here she was, just like me, at this crazy party where everyone kept
talking about getting whipped.
“Unzip my bra,” she said to me. I looked surprised. “It’s no
use fooling myself. It’s going to be unzipped sooner or later, by
somebody. My boyfriend... I mean, my Master, said I musn’t do it
myself. Do it for me.” Her words were hushed, urgent.
“Okay,” I replied. She seemed like a friend in need. I took
hold of the little zipper at the top of her bra cup, her right cup. I
pulled down.
“Careful! My nipple’s underneath!” she cautioned me.
“Sorry!” I gasped. I pulled more slowly, and watched,
mesmerized, as the white skin of her flawless boob began to bulge
through the unzipping crack in her bra cup. She kept her eyes on my
fingers, worried she might get cut by the zipper. It passed over her
nipple. Her teat sprang out. I drew the nipple lower and her entire
breast, or as much as could get through the cracked open cup, protruded
through. I did the other cup next.
“You have nice nipples,” I said when I was finished.
“Thanks,” she said, and blushed.
“What’s your name?” I asked.
“Jennifer.” she paused. Her face blushed to a deeper hue.
“And whatever you say, don’t say, ‘you have nice fur, Jennifer.’”
I smiled. I looked down at her bush. It was as lovely and
brown as the hair that hung from her head. “Okay, I won’t,” I replied.
“But you do.”
“Thanks,” Jennifer said. She slipped her fingers within her
thighs.
“Do you?” I wanted to ask but I couldn’t.
“What?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I answered.
She took my hand. “Cum, let’s go watch the men pee,” she
urged.
“Yes!” I said, relieved. For a moment I thought we would make
love to each other, and I didn’t want that! We were just girlfriends, I
promised myself, as I walked hand in hand with her across the room.
But, in that moment, moist as a dewy morning between our thighs, we’d
almost been more. We needed men. Badly. Even if they intended to whip
us.
There were just enough people in the room that I wondered if my
mother might be amongst them. Not, you know, to party, but to find me.
I suppose boys have the same feelings, reading a porno magazine at the
mall, standing in front of Seventeen and Jack and Jill and wondering if
they’ll find someone who knows them looking over their shoulder. ‘Oh
hello, girl who I was hoping to ask out...just thought I’d jerk off
before I came, uh, over to see you!’ Or, worse, the boy would look at
the porno magazine, and then go call on the girl. And her little sister
would answer. ‘Aren’t you the guy I saw at the mall reading porno
magazines?’ she’d ask him, and then, knowing it was, she’d break into
giggles.
Well, amongst all my worries, I found myself wondering if my
mom might suddenly pop out of the crowd. ‘Where are your panties?’
she’d ask. I still had my bra on. But I’d have to look down, at my
bush, and then tell her guiltily, ‘They made me take them off.’ And
when my eyes met hers again she’d know, we’d both know, that I was
lying. That I was being naughty. Maybe as far as the public was
concerned, she’d claim I was forced to strip, but as far as she I were
concerned, she’d know it was me. Here she’d tried her best to raise me,
all by herself, and I was walking around at a party showing everybody my
bush!
I felt my face growing red. Jennifer squeezed my hand harder.
I think she had the same thoughts. Oh, we were too young to play these
games, yet here we were, and I sensed that neither of us was leaving.
We’d clasp each other’s hands and use that as our excuse for staying. I
looked at her breasts. Her leather bra cups were unzipped and her
bosoms hung out, full and firm and young, showing all she had, her
nipple tips hard and wanting. Jennifer’s belly shivered with each of
her gasping breaths. I saw her eyes catch sight, though the crowd, of a
man peeing in the pool. And I could almost feel her pussy lips growing
wetter as she saw him.
Standing on tip toe, bobbing to the right so I could see
through the same opening she’d found, I saw the man. He looked like an
ad for Calvin Klein underwear, except he’d taken his underwear off. He
lowered his hairy butt into the smooth water of the pool. Its glassy
surface broke. His enormous testicles, bulging with his seed, seemed as
if they were the first to find the seat of stone upon which he was to
sit.
His ass splashed down. His legs spread in satisfaction. The
water was cold, but he seemed not to mind. His dick stuck up,
spoutlike. It was completely above the water, for his big balls,
resting beneath it, kept it elevated above the water’s rippling
surface. But it would make water, in a minute.
The man looked at his dick and raised a hand, as if to
masturbate himself.
“Don’t touch!” Miriam, our hostess, said anxiously from the
side of the pool.
“Hey, I’m paying for this,” the man replied. I gulped a little
gulp. I know Jennifer did to. He was paying Miriam just like guys used
to pay Heidi Fleiss. To fuck. We were what he was paying for. Except,
as slaves of our masters, we wouldn’t see any of the money.
“It’s my pool, and you can’t cum in it if I say so,” Miriam
insisted. “Just pee. Show us how much you drank. I saw you drinking,
now pee it out like you’re supposed to!”
The man rolled his eyes. He looked at himself, his quivering
dick. It was huge and dry, suspended above the water, yet with pre-cum
leaking from its tip. Suddenly, as if in a burst of virility, the man’s
pee sprouted from his cockhead. It arched in a lovely stream across the
water and landed between his legs, out by his knees. I watched in
fascination as he peed relentlessly, for what seemed like a whole
minute. The whole room was silent. All eyes were fixed on his glorious
cock, and all that could be heard was the sound of his urine.
And then he was done. The stream died and we were left just
looking, watching his pee slit, as if more would come. But it didn’t.
Except for a little drop or two, nothing more came. He rose. He was
wet from the waist down and he seemed enraged by the spectacle he’d made
of himself, as if only a good, immediate fuck would allay his anger.
Miriam reached for him and caught his wrist. He was big and
brawny, but her little hand twisted at his wrist as if he could be
controlled like a small child. She guided him as he came down the steps
from the pool. And she managed to put him back into the crowd. I stood
amazed at her power. Would I ever control big men like that someday?
Miriam called the next man forward. He sauntered up to the edge of the
pool and casually stuck his dick over its edge.
“This is stupid,” the man said. He aimed his dick and stood
ready to fire.
Miriam slapped his ass. “Get in, you bad boy! I’m not about
to have you pee in my pond like a men’s urinal!” she scolded him. He
jerked a little as she slapped him. He was so big and strong that even
a good hearty slap like she’d given him barely annoyed him. His dick
waggled. His big balls jiggled between his thighs. Seeing that honey
would have to be used, since vinegar had proven quite useless, Miriam
kissed his shoulderblade. “Plus, you need to chill your balls down,”
she said admiringly. I saw her hand disappear between his legs. He
jerked, more responsively this time, as she gave his balls a prying
squeeze with her fingers.
Up the steps the man went. His cock and balls bounced like
obscene Christmas decorations on the front of his body. He seemed
weighed down by them, as if they were foreign objects stuck on by
naughty elves to make him look ridiculous. I was still young enough
that seeing a man, with all his equipment displayed, looked odd to me.
What WAS all that stuff? A huge thingy sticking out in front, with
absolutely noplace for him to put it, and giant balls hanging down like
ripe fruit, except they had hair all over them!
The man stepped into the pool. He slushed his way across the
stone seat and dropped his wet feet down into the depths. The water
came up almost to the tops of his calves. He plopped his bottom down.
Sitting on the hard stone seat, shivering a little at the water’s
chilliness, he showed us his cock. He had a rainspout one just like the
other man had, big and wide and long and totally hard. He eyed us, then
smiled and let loose his pee.
I heard myself screaming. Jennifer screamed too. It was so
awesome! He’d found OUR eyes before peeing, looked right at us! He
peed for us and we watched him breathlessly. I gasped when his pee
stream stopped. I’d gone without air for at least a minute, so amazed
was I by it all, watching him, he watching me.
The man obviously wanted to cum but peeing was all that Miriam
would permit. He stood up and climbed back onto the seat, not minding
at all, I’m sure, the fact that he showed us his hairy ass and his ass
crack as he mounted the seat. He swaggered to the pool’s edge and then
came down the stone steps.
Miriam called the next man forth. Our hero, the one who’d
found Jennifer and me in the crowd, waded through the people and came up
to speak to us. His girlfriend, intercepting him, clung to his arm.
She was 20ish, with shoulder-length blonde hair that she’d permed into a
cluster of cascading curls. She shook her hair back and eyed us with
cat’s eyes; wanton, unremorseful. I felt like a little canary under her
gaze.
“Let’s fuck,” the man said to me. His words were blunt and
direct. He placed his hands on my hips, eyeing Jennifer as he spoke to
me. His thing stuck itself in my belly button. I was shorter than he
was.
“We want to party first,” Jennifer said quietly. Her voice was
meek, like that of a schoolgirl who hopes to be overruled by her
teacher.
“A quick fuck wouldn’t hurt anything darling,” the man’s female
lover chimed in. “It wouldn’t take very long and it would make you
calmer for the party.”
Jennifer looked at me. I could see in her eyes she wanted to.
Did she need permission? Did she think her mom would appear and write
her a permission slip?
“That bra you’re wearing. Don’t those metal zippers scrape
your bosoms?” the man’s lover asked. I learned later her name was
Colette.
“A-A little,” Jennifer replied. Colette’s fingertips touched
Jennifer’s breasts. She hefted the cones and slipped her fingers
protectively between the open zipper halves and Jennifer’s bosoms.
Then, removing her fingers, Collette reached around behind Jennifer and
unsnapped her bra. Carefully, so as not to scrape her nipples, Collette
lifted off Jennifer’s bra.
“Come,” Collette urged. She reached for Jennifer’s hand.
Together they headed for a private bedroom. Collette’s lover, whom I
learned later was named John, turned me around. With my bottom bare, he
made me walk in front of him, his eyes pasted to my ass and his cock
bobbing behind me like a snake, ready to bite.
We stepped into a hallway. Collette led Jennifer to a door and
they peeked inside. “Ooops! It’s a study,” Collette sighed. She
closed the door and we went on down the hall to the next room. It
proved to be the kitchen. The next room, however, contained a bed, and
we slipped inside. Collette closed the door and locked it.
“Get on the bed,” Collette said in a no-nonsense voice to
Jennifer. My friend went to the bed, and turned down its covers. I
could see she was scared. Her knees were quivering and almost knocking
together with her fear. But at the same time her ass was gyrating in
the most alluring little circles, all hot and bothered and eager.
“Get in!” Collette said, and slapped Jennifer’s ass. Jennifer
yelped. She crawled up into the bed and immediately lay down and pulled
the covers over her. Collette, having none of that, pulled the covers
back down. “Let me see those fairy-tale bosoms of yours,” Collette said
hotly. She grabbed Jennifer’s bosoms and squeezed them brutally. She
lowered her face to them and bit at one of Jennifer’s nipples.
“Ohch!” Jennifer cried. Her eyes gaped wide as Collette
snapped at each of her hard, upstanding nipples. The woman showed
little appreciation now. She pried at Jennifer’s nipples with her teeth
as if they were bottlecaps that had to be yanked off of bottles.
John tugged at the drawstring that held up my bra. It was tied
in a neat bow upon my back. I clapped my hands to my breasts to save
myself but I felt the drawstring on my back unravel under John’s
fingers. He put a palm to the back of my head and bent my head forward
and loosed the drawstring that hid under my hair at the back of my
neck.
I found myself holding my bra. Clasping it to my breasts, all
its strings undone. It was my last morsel of modesty and I didn’t want
to lose it. I stared at John with wide, frightened eyes. His face was
implacable. He showed no feeling whatever, just an iron will. It
seemed to concentrate itself in his eyes and in his penis. Both looked
hard as steel. They demanded my complete obedience. Wildly I turned to
Jennifer for help. But she was on her back on the bed, suffering
already, Collette biting at her tits as if they were Christmas
sweetmeats.
“Bend over,” John said to me. He didn’t exactly give me a
choice. I found my view of Jennifer’s plight interrupted as he shoved
me forward to the bed and, banging my thighs against it, made me bend
over until my face was in the rumpled covers. I still held my bra to
myself. I felt him pry my thighs apart. His cockhead stabbed at my
moist cunny. He pierced it.
“God, you’re tight!” John said regretfully. I felt his shaft
try to enter me. I seemed to close upon him and he could not get
himself up me. He reached round and palmed me between my legs, quite
roughly, as if manhandling me upon my spot would excite me enough to
force me to open myself to him. Realizing that I’d saved my bra only to
lose my cunny, I let go of it. I was in very hot water now. I had a
man I didn’t even know shoving his cock up my cunt. I fingered the
covers of the bed and wondered what I could do. Was this the fate of
all women? To meet a male and be bent over by him and forced, yes
forced, to take him? It did no good asking permission in the end, did
it? A girl did not want to be asked for permission. She wanted to meet
her match, and to be outdone. I was undone, I realized, as my foe found
me wet and ready. Slick within, my tightness could not save me from him
for long. He shoved within me and felt me resist. But, at the same
time, a new juicing of desire moistened within me and made the part of
his cock that was in me all wet. I sensed I would lose our little
battle and, enjoying my tightness now, he sensed I would lose it too.
We communicated with our loins. Our faces couldn’t see each other but
our private parts touched, felt each other, communicated in tremors and
in sprinklings of wetness.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Jennifer meanwhile cried. Turning my head just
a little, afraid for my friend even as much as I was for myself, I saw
Collette reach under the pillow at Jennifer’s head. She drew out a
lenth of silk rope. It was white. I guessed that Miriam must have
secreted it there, for partiers to use at their leisure.
Jennifer was given no leisure. Collette grabbed her wrists and
flung them above her head. Then, obviously a graduate of the Girl
Scouts, Collette quickly tied Jennifer’s hands to the headboard. It was
made of brass and had convenient bars spaced across its length for the
purpose, I had no doubt, of just such a binding.
With her arms bound above her head, Jennifer presented her
nipples involuntarily to Collette. The woman, so concerned for the
health of Jennifer’s breasts in the ballroom, now picked up the crop
she’d brought with her and used it to torture Jennifer’s breasts. She
caught the loop at the tip of her crop around one of Jennifer’s nipples.
“My, your breasts are so nice and big even when you’re lying
flat on your back!” Collette said. She had nice breasts, but they were
not as big as Jennifer’s. Jennifer arched her back, hoping to throw off
the woman who’d mounted her tummy and showed no signs of anything now
but utter wickedness. “My, you buck like a horse,” Collette said.
“You’d think somebody was going to punish your breasts!” And with that,
to a scream from Jennifer, Collette began striking her. The woman
brought down her crop right on Jennifer’s nipples, each in turn,
striking with just the leather loop at the tip of her crop. Each biting
blow brought a gasp of alarm from Jennifer, followed by a little
scream. “Tell your nipples to quit sticking up like that!” Collette
scolded. “Naughty! Naughty! Naughty!” Again and again she brought
the looped tip of her crop down on Jennifer’s poor teats. Reaching back
behind herself with one hand, Collette found Jennifer’s spot between her
thighs and fondled the girl. Collette, despite her suffering, kept her
thighs apart. Collette would only whip her more mercilessly if she
tried to close her legs to the woman.
I, meanwhile, having won a repreive as John and I stared at
Jennifer’s plight, suddenly found myself on the receiving end of his
cock. He’d never left me, but had held it within me while we both
looked, the two of us amazed, for the moment, at the luscious sight of
poor Jennifer having her nipples whipped. I pitied her, yet having
never seen such a thing I found it impossible not to look, and be
amazed, and forget, for a moment, the bulging presence within the
opening of my cunt. Now, however, with renewed strength and energy,
John burrowed into me and I was forced to open myself to his presence.
He was pressure. He was insistence. Above all, he was large.
His wide cockhead split me like a plum and he stabbed up within me,
making me gasp, making me take all of him. I found myself impaled on
his dick and there was absolutely nothing I could do to rid myself of
him. I bucked my hips, but that only let him go deeper.
“Do that again,” John told me.
“No!” I gasped. But he seized my hips more viciously with his
hands and forced me to buck upon him. Soon I felt his grip lighten and
found that I was, indeed, obeying his command. I couldn’t stop what
he’d started. Biting my lower lip and doing my utmost to receive him
without hurting myself, I shoved my bottom repeatedly into his groin.
He began moving within me. Not just letting his shaft hammer
me as I bounced my bottom against him, but actually shoving himself back
and forth, in deep, long strokes, inside my wetness. I clung to him
with the folds of my sex. My entire form seemed to close on him,
tightening my grip on him even as I bucked my ass against him and he
hammered me with his own independent movements. I raised my face up off
the bedcovers and felt my bosoms shake underneath me as I held myself up
with my palms flat on the bed.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I blurted. Jennifer, flat on her back on
the bed, howled as Collette’s fingerings at her spot brought her
pleasure.
John held himself manfully as I gave him my best. I didn’t
care anymore that my mom might appear and see me without my panties on.
I rammed my girlish ass against him like a lioness, my golden hair
falling in my eyes, my bosoms shaking beneath me like abandoned fruit,
left to fend for themselves in the rising wind of autumn.
“Fuck me! Fuck me with your tit!” I heard as Collette,
mounting one of Jennifer’s pillowy bosoms, tried to force the cone of
flesh into her cunt. She could not find release upon Jennifer’s little
peaked nipple, and soon passed on to Jennifer’s face, where she sat her
pussy down on the girl’s gasping mouth.
“Mmmmf! Mmmmmf!” I blathered, bucking against my steed. John
groaned as, Indian-like, I made my bare waist a thing of vaselike
movements, back and forth and back and forth and back again, sleek and
unending in its demands. Gripped within me, splitting me but yet,
ultimately, captive to me, John found his huge organ immersed within the
pleasurable sensations of Need. The Need that builds and builds until
you are straining, yearning, eager to cum and yet not wanting to lose
it. I felt a tension within my womb, knowing I must release myself upon
him, let myself ride a great balling orgasm. And I knew he must feel it
too, but in his case it must be more desperate still, for his Need would
result in him losing his precious seed. Deep in my hungering womb.
Where my eggs lay. The eggs that would make him a father. Had I taken
my pill? In my bouncing squirmings I couldn’t remember now.
Perversely, I hoped I hadn’t. I wanted him to impregnate me. Let his
little moment of folly bind him to me forever. And then, as I felt his
organ swell with his impending release, I realized I didn’t know his
name. Later I found out it was ‘John,’ never learning his last name.
How could I finger a man I didn’t know? He would escape, and leave me
with child, alone in the world and helpless.
A bursting within me. He came in me just as I came upon his
enormous prick. There was no time for second thoughts, for newfound
reservations. His seed flooded into my womb, hot, copious. I found
myself drowning inside, so wet and sticky and fulsome was his spurting.
Jennifer, meanwhile, abandoned with her spot half-tickled, but
unfulfilled, bucked her bare hips upon the sheet of the bed as her mouth
was pinned down and forced to lick within Collette’s nest.
I received. All of John’s sperm, possibly all he’d ever made
in his life, came spurting from his balls, 30 years worth of seed made
in his testicles and saved up just for me. For my womb, for my eggs
that simmered inside me, begging for fertilization. I mouthed the
bedcovers. I bit them. I knew I was bad and deserved whatever he gave
me. In and out he shoved himself, sluicing in the wetness of my juices
and his spouting seed. We climaxed togehter. It was the perfect
merging of two healthy young bodies. His, hairy and strong and
demanding; mine sleek and small and yet just as eager for him as he was
for me, the two of us slamming our hips back and forth like joined
serpents. Poor Jennifer offered her hips to us but we ignored her. Her
bush was left to bounce upon the bed, unattended, she hearing our cries
as her own mouth was forced to feed in the wet moistness of Collette’s
pussy.
Our course completed at last, our combat finished, John
withdrew his hardness from me. I stood up. I brushed back my hair.
How does one compose oneself after such an intimate joust? I saw
Jennifer’s eyes staring upward, and looked, and saw a mirror there, on
the ceiling. She had seen all. I smiled at her. She stared blankly at
me, her nose in Collette’s bush and her mouth feeding within the woman’s
pussy. I turned to John. I smiled at him. I looked down at his organ
and saw it was declining in strength. I touched his drippy cockhead.
It enlarged a little at my touch, then continued its shrinkage. Men are
so strange. How do they become so big if their weiners are really so
small? His hugeness withered away. I wanted to bend down and kiss him
back to life but he turned away. He was done with me. He went looking
for our room key and found it on a dresser by the door. He unlocked our
door and went out. I watched his hairy ass as he rounded the corner and
left me without so much as saying goodbye.
Still, he had given me his best. I felt like running after him
but I didn’t. I turned instead to Jennifer. We were friends. We’d
promised, with our eyes, to protect each other at the party. I spied
Collette’s crop lying on the bed. I picked it up. It was payback time.
WHACK! I slammed the crop against the soft, bulging whiteness
of Collette’s ass. It was a pretty ass, but I was mad at her for
getting me raped and for biting Jennifer’s pretty pink nipples.
“Oh, God!” Collette cried. She clapped her hands to her bottom
and her head flung itself back. I watched as the red line I’d burned
into her posterior made her squirm upon Jennifer’s mouth, and I realized
she’d enjoyed it.
“Did you like that?” I gasped. I was angry at her, and
appalled. How could a woman like having her heiney whacked? I mean, if
a man insists, for his own wicked pleasure, I guess a girl can find
enjoyment in making him happy, accepting her fate, letting him work his
will on her. But there were no men here now. There was just me, and
Jennifer, and Collette. I smacked her hands with the crop and she
yanked them off her bottom. She shoved her ass back at me, begging for
more.
I gave her another blow, and another, in rapid succession. I
wanted her off my friend. Collette, finding my blows harder and harder,
found her bare bottom was less prepared for my punishment than she’d
thought. I showed her no mercy. I hoped each stroke of mine, however
imprecisely and weak-wristedly I delivered it, still very much a novice,
made a big welt across her ass. I tried my best to hurt her. Collette
bucked and moaned and ground her pussy into Jennifer’s face. Jennifer,
I realized, was getting the worse for it, her poor face practically
smashed within Collette’s cunt, but I didn’t know how else to help her.
Might I wrestle Collette off her? Collette was sleek and firm and I
knew she would just overpower me. I had to stay back, yet punish her
enough to get her off my friend.
Suddenly Collette tensed. She was cuming. I watched in horror
as Collette mushed her pussy upon Jennifer’s poor mouth and orgasmed. I
sensed Jennifer, if only to rid herself of the woman, worked her tongue
in Collette’s slit and pleasured her. Upon that stabbing tongue and
attentive wet mouth Collette issued forth her moist spendings. Then,
tossing back her hair and getting up from my friend as if she were
rising off a toilet, Collette climbed down off the bed. She looked at
me, a little guiltily I hoped, and then she caught my face in my hands
and kissed me.
Our bedroom door was still open and she simply walked out,
leaving me with her lipstick on my lips, swinging her hips and reaching
back to cup her bottom. It must have hurt from all the blows I’d
delivered.
I looked at Jennifer. We were alone. We were bereft.
Collette and John had simply used us and left. We were guests at an
orgy, I realized. We were here to use each other’s bodies, and nothing
more. We were like children with a key to somebody’s candy shop, except
our own bodies were each other’s candy.
I climbed onto the bed. Jennifer, crying, offered me her
bush. I kissed it. It was furry. I looked at her, my nose buried in
her bush, and gave her a polite little lick. Did she wish for more? A
bucking of her hips showed me she did.
“Children!” I heard from the doorway. My head bolted up and I
turned to face my accuser. Was it mom? No, I breathed, in my relief.
It was Miriam. But I blushed all the same as she saw me with my nose
sniffing Jennifer’s quim. “Come, you two! We are going to have a dance
now, and I don’t want you to miss it!” Miriam said. She strode into our
borrowed bedroom and gazed at us with loving eyes. “Poor girl! Has
someone been biting your nipples?” she asked Jennifer. There were
hickeys all over Jennifer’s sweet gourds where Collette had bitten her.
Jennifer, her wrists still bound to the headboard, could only
stare up at Miriam, guiltily, I thought, given the blush that suddenly
flooded her cheeks. Miriam bent and kissed each of Jennifer’s teats.
“Mmmmm!” Miriam declared. She savored them, as if draw

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