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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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ENSLAVED TO EROS
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Chapter One
Can you be too much in love? I suppose you can be, though I
wouldnÕt have believed it, at the time.
In the fall of my 8th grade year, I got a job at a flower shop. I
loved the scents of the flowers. I liked arranging them. And I enjoyed
meeting the people who came in to buy them.
But most of all, which was my undoing, I liked the man who owned
the flower shop.
DonÕt laugh. He had lots of money. He owned lots of different
properties. The flower shop was just one of them. It didnÕt bespeak
anything about his masculinity. If anything, less masculinity in him
would have been preferable. If nothing else, it would have made him
safer.
As it was, he was a tall, gallant man, with a slightly brutish air,
from his days as a professional football player. His name was Rob.
HeÕd made lots of money playing pro football, and was apparently quite
famous, though being a girl, and quite young, I knew nothing of his
career, save what he told me. But he didnÕt brag about it, as other men
might. It was over and done, he had his trophies. Now instead of a
uniform, he wore expensive suits. He was a businessman.
Usually, Rob didnÕt visit the store. Instead, his wife came. She
supervised me. But she did it with an extremely light hand. She
respected me. I admired her for that. I was only 13, but she trusted me
to treat the customers well, and count up all the money. Which I did,
quite professionally, although I lost ten dollars once.
ThatÕs how it started. We were discussing the ten dollars, and I
was quite sorry, and wanted to do something for her, because, you
know, it had been my responsibility, and IÕd lost it. She had dark hair,
long hair, which reminded me a lot of Bridget. And she had long
eyelashes, and eyes that seemed to drill right into me, even though she
was loath to accuse me of anything. She was very kind to me. But
there was sort of a tension between us, despite her kindness, for I
wanted to do well by her, and in my job, because it was my first.
ÒWell, Bambi,Ó she said. Her name was Jane. She stroked the
stem of a rose that IÕd been arranging with other flowers. Her finger
nipped a thorn on the roseÕs long stem and began to bleed.
ÒOh!Ó I cried. ÒIÕm sorry! Let me get you a kleenex,Ó I said.
ÒNo, itÕs alright,Ó Jane replied. She put her finger to her mouth
and sucked upon it. I fetched a kleenex from a box under the storeÕs
front counter. I handed it to her.
ÒDo you have a boyfriend?Ó she asked. She placed her fingertip
into the kleenex.
ÒThere are boys who like me,Ó I answered.
Jane tossed back her long hair. She looked at me with those
burning, direct eyes of hers. ÒThatÕs not what I asked,Ó she said. I felt
a shiver run through me. ÒDo you have a boyfriend?Ó she asked again.
ÒI-- I know a guy named Nick,Ó I said. ÒBut heÕs a lot older. And I
had a crush on a guy named Jim, but...Ó My voice trailed away. I hadnÕt
seen Jim since the cave. IÕd kissed him goodbye, almost diffidently,
expecting to see him again, and yet fearful, a little, of where it might
lead if I did. Now he was off, busy being a Navy SEAL someplace,
probably overseas, and I missed him.
ÒThis Nick,Ó Jane said. ÒDo you like him?Ó
I gulped. ÔNot as much as your husband,Õ I wanted to answer. She
waited for my reply. I said nothing.
ÒDo you like Rob, my husband?Ó Jane asked finally. Her eyes, like
deep dark blue pools, seemed to want to engulf me.
ÒY- Yes,Ó I confessed. ÒOh!Ó I cried. I put my face in my hands.
ÒYes,Ó I said. I felt guilty about losing the ten dollars and perhaps this
was my way of making up for it. ÒYes, I donÕt like him, though,Ó I added.
ÒI love him.Ó I looked at her. ÒYou should have children by him,Ó I said.
And the implied threat, I think, was that, if she didnÕt, I was more than
ready to.
ÒHow curious,Ó Jane said. She gave me a sly smile. ÒYou love my
husband, and I love you.Ó She saw me flinch. I could see she was
waiting to be rejected, but I said nothing. ÒYour personality is
pleasant,Ó she added, after a tension-filled pause. But its your body I
crave. You have such nice breasts,Ó Jane said, frankly. ÒAnd such a
sweet bottom. How round it is! How saucily you seem to proffer it,
when you bend to pick flowers from the pots on the lowest shelves.Ó
She paused again, waiting for me to storm at her, to insult her, but out
of love for her husband, if nothing else, I didnÕt. ÒAnd how sweetly you
offer it when you bend over when my husband is visiting the store,Ó she
added.
I placed my hands on my hips. Not authoritatively, but rather as
one taking possession of something. I felt the denim of my jeans. Her
words had seemed to almost strip them off me, leaving me standing
before her with a bare fanny.
ÒWhat-- what do you wish to do with my bottom, if you were to,
to have your way with it?Ó I asked. I gulped. I felt ridiculous asking
such a question and yet, yet it had to be asked, I thought. One woman to
another.
Jane plucked the long-stemmed rose from the vase it had been
sitting in. She took the kleenex from her finger and let it carelessly
drop to the floor. She waved the rose through the air. Its stem was
springy.
ÒI should,Ó Jane paused. ÒI should discipline you, for taking such
an interest in my husband.Ó Her long eyelashes fluttered nervously.
I heard myself swallow. ÒI think youÕd almost like me to have
your husband, so you could... have me,Ó I answered boldly.
Jane put the stem of the rose to her lips. She was careful to
avoid its thorns. She sucked upon it. The thin green stem crossed
between her lips like a gag.
ÒYes,Ó she said at last. Her breath came hot over the stem, which
remained tightly pressed to her lips. ÒYes, I might,Ó she said. Suddenly
she ripped the stem from her mouth and tossed back her hair. ÒHow
silly!Ó she exclaimed. ÒIt would be, of course, quite illegal. And
abusive,Ó she said.
ÒYes,Ó I nodded. I felt her eyes peer deep into my soul.
ÒInvite your friend Nick to come along,Ó she said. ÒIs he
handsome?Ó
ÒYes,Ó I breathed. We were almost beyond words, I felt,
communicating more by looks and minute gestures. Invite Nick to
come...?
ÒTo a party, of course,Ó Jane said. She gave her hair another toss.
It was long, rich, glossy. ÒThis weekend, perhaps?Ó
ÒNot--Ó I paused. My mind, with difficulty, thought of other
things besides the peering of her eyes and the magnificence of her
husband. ÒNot this weekend,Ó I said. ÒBut next weekend... my parents
will be away.Ó
Jane broke her gaze with me. She turned. Her long rope of hair
caressed her back. She had a slim back, a slim body, save for her
breasts, which were substantial. She was very beautiful. She might
have been a fashion model, if sheÕd been blessed with less cleavage.
ÒNext weekend, then,Ó Jane said. She spoke over her shoulder to me,
toyed with a flower arrangement, with her fingers. It was a new
arrangement that IÕd just put together and I saw that her fingers,
aimless and careless, not thinking, were dishevelling it. Yet I didnÕt
mind.
ÒI may or I may not, depending,Ó I said. I felt resistance in my
voice.
Jane turned to me. She let go of my carefully arranged flowers.
ÒYou may or may not, but you will. You like my husband too much,Ó Jane
said.
I felt myself nod. ÒYes,Ó I agreed.
Promptly at seven oÕclock, on a windy Friday night, I knocked on
their door. They lived in a large Tudor mansion, but, given the size of
the other homes in their neighborhood, it wasnÕt conspicuous. The large
trees in their front yard swayed. I huddled against Nick to keep warm.
I wasnÕt wearing much. A miniskirt, a slinky pair of panties, and, under
my soft, thin sweater, no bra, so my nipples might show themselves the
minute I became excited. In fact, thanks to the cold, they were
standing up already. I blushed. I wished IÕd worn a bra, but it was too
late now. We were here.
Jane answered the door. It was an oversized door, large and thick.
Despite her height of 5Õ 9Ó she looked small and weak beside it when
she opened it. Yet she had strong eyes. Large and predatory, like a
wolfÕs.
ÒOh!Ó she cried, suddenly. She was wearing an extremely short
leather miniskirt and the wind flipped it up. Her panties showed. They
were white schoolgirl panties, but thinner and sexier, giving her an
innocent allure despite the black leather of her skirt, and the matching
black leather vest she wore above it.
I felt the wind on my seat. I clutched at the back of my skirt as
JaneÕs hands fluttered down over her private, pulling her mini along. A
car, rolling past on the street, slowed, seemed to pause. Jane peered
out beyond us.
ÒCome in, quickly,Ó she urged. She seemed a bit hapless. We
scurried by, as she held her miniskirt down over her crotch.
The door closed beyond us. JaneÕs hair, like mine, was disheveled.
ÒOh!Ó she breathed. ÒI didnÕt know it had grown so windy
outside.Ó
ÒYes,Ó I said. I drew a brush from my purse. Quickly I repaired
the long locks of my hair. She passed to another room, returned
brushing her own hair.
ÒIÕm so sorry about the wind,Ó Jane said to us. I smiled. It made
her house feel like a refuge, I thought. A sanctuary. Like any well-
built home, it had thick walls. You could barely hear the wind outside,
and then only if you listened very closely. Her home was warm and
there was the scent of wood in the air. I heard the low crackle of a fire
in a fireplace coming from an adjoining room. Somewhere, music
played. It was soft. It seemed to lull my senses. Surrounding us,
though we stood still in the foyer, were antiques. An ancient vase,
painted with a scene from China. A painting, perhaps from one of the
Impressionist masters, on the wall. It showed a boat, gliding across a
river in morning mist. The carpet was plush and absorbed the sound of
my spiked heels when I walked upon it.
Jane smiled. She let out a laugh, as one uncertain, nervous. I
smiled, looked at Nick. He passed his hand back through his wind-
fluffed hair and grinned. My eyes ran down his work shirt to his jeans.
He showed a protuberance there. Jane had insisted that whoever I
brought abstain from sex for a week. He had obeyed, apparently, given
his pronounced lump in the front of his trousers.
Rob appeared. He sauntered in from the room where Jane had gone
to fetch her hair brush. His eyes fixed, with the jealousy of a
competing male, on NickÕs crotch. There was embarassing second
where Nick was forced to endure the manÕs gaze; then Rob politely
passed his eyes up to NickÕs face and nodded.
ÒGlad you could come,Ó Rob said to Nick. His eyes moved to me,
seemed to undress me. I shivered. He was holding a drink. He sipped it
lightly as he gazed at me. His eyes fastened on my breasts. My nipples,
already hard from the chilliness outside, seemed to stiffen further. I
felt them offering themselves through my sweater.
Jane, despite the size of her breasts, wore no shirt under her
leather vest. I had not noticed this immediately. I had been too wind-
chilled, too embarrassed with thoughts of what the night, if we stayed,
portended. Yet now, with feminine instinct, I noticed that NickÕs eyes
were fixed on her tits. Letting my gaze pass to her bosoms, I saw that
Jane wore a leather vest, and nothing more. She had white cuffs on her
wrists, but no shirt. Her skin was white, white as a blouse might have
been, but I realized it was her soft skin I was looking at. Around her
neck, fashionably, she wore a starched white collar. But, again, it was
just a collar, matching her cuffs, with nothing but her skin inbetween.
And the black leather vest. She touched a button on the vest,
undid it. It fell open to reveal the space between her breasts. I saw
the soft, buttery leather of her vest grow to two points. Her nipples,
underneath it, were becoming erect. The vest was so thin, I realized,
that it failed to hide the stiffening of her nipples underneath.
ÒWould you like a drink?Ó Rob asked myself, Nick. He held his own
glass aloft, as if saluting our arrival.
ÒSure,Ó I heard myself say.
ÒYes,Ó Nick agreed.
ÒYes, please get them both drinks, darling. And myself as well,Ó
Jane told her husband. She flicked back her long black hair. She smiled
at us and asked us if weÕd like to go sit by the fire. We said yes.
ÒNice painting,Ó Nick said, pausing by the Impressionist work on
the wall. Perhaps he was nervous about his erection, and wishing to
hide it in conversation.
ÒYes, isnÕt it?Ó Jane said. She drew close beside him. Her hand,
as if to steady herself, passed to his waist. She curled a finger through
one of his belt loops on his pants. He wore a leather belt. Her free
fingers stroked it. Together they stared at the painting. I heard the
clink of glasses in the next room. Rob was mixing drinks. He called out
to us, asking our choices.
ÒDo you have any pineapple juice?Ó Nick asked Jane.
ÒYes, I think so,Ó Jane said. Her eyes sought NickÕs. They met. I
sensed an exchange of electric desire between them. ÒA Hawaiian
cocktail,Ó Nick called out to Rob. But his eyes were fixed firmly on
Jane as he spoke.
ÒAnd you, Bambi?Ó Rob asked from the next room.
ÒA... um... a Cherie,Ó I said, thinking of some old magazines IÕd
found in a boyÕs room when I went visiting. HeÕd been quite
embarrassed. IÕd bid him goodnight upon finding them, leaving him to
his magazines, since he had at least 10 of them and obviously liked
them so much.
ÒAnd you dear?Ó Rob called. He had to call twice more, before his
wife heard him.
ÒCuban Special,Ó she replied at last, absently, her eyes having
since passed from NickÕs face to his chest. His own eyes had moved
down to her well-pointed breasts.
ÒIt is... it is by Cezanne,Ó Jane said rather haltingly to Nick when
her husband appeared. He gave us our drinks. The four of us stared at
the painting for a moment. Rob passed his hand behind my back and let
his palm rest on my far hip. I felt a tension in his fingers. Did he wish
to put his hand lower? My skirt was short. My legs were long and bare.
I wore spiked heels, that lifted my bottom and made its swell more
obvious.
Nick turned away from the painting. He found himself facing Rob
and the two of them confronted each other for a moment, awkwardly,
Nick still with a visible lump in the front of his trousers. My eyes
glanced down at RobÕs crotch. His own trouser-front had begun to
swell. But his pants were more expensive. They were not tight work
jeans, like Nick wore, but tweed. He wore a business-style shirt with
them.
Jane, perhaps to relieve the tension between the men, moved
close to me. I felt her hot breath on my cheek. I turned, lifted my face.
She took it as a willingness to kiss and I found her lips upon mine.
ÒOh!Ó I said. I lifted my drink aloft as we kissed, as if toasting
our act. Her own glass lifted, as if seconding me. I felt her hand pass
around behind me. She pulled up my skirt. My bottom showed. Rob,
still standing near me, moved his hand from my hip to my ass. Freely
he palmed me. I felt the warmth of his broad hand on my cheeks and
knew he felt a similar warmth from my tender backside. I wore panties
with a slim back and it had sunk between the cheeks of my ass, like a
g-string. Gently, feeling my cheeks, Rob drew the fabric of my pantiesÕ
seat out of my ass. He straightened my undies for me. He passed a hand
smoothly across them when he was done. I felt my bottom jut out at
him in thanks. It was instinctive; my mouth meshed into JaneÕs as I did
it.
ÒNick?Ó Rob said to my sometime boyfriend.
ÒYeah,Ó Nick answered.
ÒI want you to know IÕm not gay,Ó Rob said. At the same time, out
of the corner of my eye, I saw that the older man reached for the yonger
manÕs crotch. Nick, surprisingly, though he was as masculine as any
male IÕd ever met, simply held his drink and watched. Rob took hold of
NickÕs zipper with his fingers. With his other hand, he gently cupped
and took hold of the fabric of NickÕs pants, between his legs.
ÒHowever,Ó Rob said. ÒYouÕre obviously uncomfortable. Consider this a
favor, not an insult.Ó
ÒYeah,Ó Nick said, with a surprised voice. He gripped his drink
and watched as Rob pulled down his pants zipper. His cotton underpants
bulged through the fly of his jeans. He let out a small sigh, obviously
relieved.
ÒThere,Ó Rob said. He desisted, taking his hands away, leaving
Nick with his cock, covered only by his underpants, sticking out through
the fly of his jeans. ÒI used to play professional football,Ó Rob said to
Nick.
ÒUh, yeah,Ó Nick said. He sipped his drink. His eyes passed
hopefully to Jane. After all, if her husband was willing to let him
unzip, he might just permit more. All was still tentative, nothing had
been fixed. Agreement, I have found, is never made explicit beforehand.
The players must feel each other out, must decide if they are right for
each other. I was kissing Jane and finding her hair soft as my own, but
dark, her perfume sweet, but deeper and richer than my own. I think
she enjoyed the lightness of my perfume. It bespoke innocence.
ÒYour wife has nice tits, a nice ass,Ó Nick said to Rob.
ÒI keep urging her to be a model. But she tells me her tits are too
big,Ó Rob replied.
ÒShe could pose for Penthouse,Ó Nick said.
JaneÕs mouth separated from mine. I found myself gasping for
breath.
ÒDo you think so?Ó Jane laughed to Nick. ÒWould you cum over me
if you saw me in Penthouse?Ó
ÒSure,Ó Nick said. Jane glanced at his opened crotch. I let my
own eyes pass down to his pants. I stared open-mouthed. He was quite
big. IÕd seen him before, but it was always a treat to see him, all the
same. I could make out the head of his cock within the bulging sword-
like shaft of cotton that stuck up through his fly.
JaneÕs vest had fallen open more completely as sheÕd kissed me.
One of her breasts showed its cone, itÕs nipple. She didnÕt bother to
cover it as our eyes passed from NickÕs cloth-covered penis to her
naked tit. It was sumptuous to look at; white flesh, surmounted by a
cherry tip, its nipple ridid and hard atop the heavy, soft tit. She was
only 19. She had young breasts; they hung from her chest like twin
melons, their nipples poking upward like those of a young girl. Like,
indeed, my own somewhat smaller, high-perched breasts.
ÒLetÕs go to the living room,Ó Jane invited. ÒThereÕs a fire there.Ó
She turned. As she moved from us she let her vest slip off her
shoulders. They were thin, frail; like a modelÕs. Her vest fell to her
waist, showing her back. It was slender. She removed her vest as she
walked, placed it on a table at the end of the foyer. There, I saw, half-
hidden behind a vase of flowers, there was a leather riding crop. She
dropped her vest beside it and picked it up. She swung it in front of
herself, lightly, careful not to hit her breasts with it. Then, still
walking, she held it at both ends and flexed it.
We followed. I felt a shiver run down me as I watched her, from
behind, playing absently with the crop. Did they own horses? Had the
crop been left on the foyer table accidently, from a recent riding? Or
was it merely a toy, that theyÕd purchased for other, less innocent,
purposes? I didnÕt know.
We filtered into the living room. Four of us, one bare-breasted,
another with his cock showing between the open halves of his fly. We
settled onto chairs in front of a large fireplace. A fire smoldered
within it. The house was pleasantly warm. A fire was only needed for
atmosphere, for decoration.
I still held my drink. The others still held theirs. Despite JaneÕs
nude bosoms, despite NickÕs bulging cock, all was still decorous. We
might have been guests at a formal party, we were still so polite. I
liked our politeness. Orgies, even the thought of them, donÕt appeal to
me. But a party, where everyone is discreet, until at last the moment
of denoument arrives, those have a pleasant allure. After all, I was 13.
They had to procure my consent. With an older couple they might have
been more open. But I was a kind of albatross, perhaps ready for sex,
perhaps not. I had to be brought to the jousting match gently.
My two knights of the evening settled into opposite chairs. Nick,
with his penis displayed, though his underpants still covered its raw
nudity. Rob, facing him, his own protuberance now more visible,
despite the more comfortable cut of his pants. I made to sit with Nick
but Jane switched me to her husbandÕs couch before I could sit down.
ÒWe must make acquaintances, dear,Ó Jane told me. ÒSit with my
husband. I shall sit across from you, with Nick?Ó Her sentence ended
with a question mark. She was directing me, yet asking at the same
time. I had only not to resist, which I did, sitting down as sheÕd told
me with Rob. She sat down with my boyfriend.
Her eyes glanced at his penis.
ÒAre you still feeling uncomfortable?Ó Jane asked Nick. She
touched the tip of her riding crop to his cloth-covered cock.
ÒA- a little,Ó Nick answered. He took a quick swallow from his
drink.
ÒLet me, then,Ó Jane said. She knelt in front of Nick, on the floor.
I watched, wide-eyed, as she laid her crop next to NickÕs thigh on the
sofa. Then, with her fingers, she pulled at his white underpants. She
managed to find the hole cut into a manÕs shorts and drew NickÕs penis
through it. He presented himself to us, bare and long and quite
breathtakingly hard. His thing pulsed. The entire shaft seemed like
some big pneumatic drill, quivering of his pulse, waiting to be put to
work.
Rob, having passed his arm anew behind my waist, drew me close
to him. I felt his breath on my cheek. I turned my face up and found his
lips seeking mine. I surrendered myself to a kiss from him even as
Jane, telling Nick his thing felt too hot, proposed to cool his tool with
her mouth.
I felt RobÕs tongue invade between my lips. Jane, at the same
time, put NickÕs hot penis upon her tongue. She sucked at Nick and I
sucked upon her husbandÕs tongue.
Rob became more insistent. His hands lifted my ass. He managed
to get them up under my skirt. My panties, so recently straightend by
him, he yanked down in back. Then, finding my bottom bare, he cupped
it, and spread the cheeks of my seat. A finger delved within my crack.
He touched my anus. I jerked; let out a shriek. It was muffled by the
invasion of his tongue into my mouth. I found my cheeks, those of my
mouth, split wider. The tongue IÕd so recently sucked upon became like
a snake, slithering deep in me. I choked upon it.
RobÕs kiss, despite my difficulty in receiving it, didnÕt end
quickly. For long minutes he seemed to be trying to gag me with his
tongue. I begged for air, finally was permitted it, only to be taken
anew as soon as IÕd caught my breath. His finger dug in my ass. He was
rude, insistent. My anus was forced to open to him. He explored me. I
found his explorations uncomfortable.
And yet, at last, when our kiss broke off, I sat beside Rob, hugging
him. We gazed at his wife and Nick. She sensed we were watching and
disengaged, after a bit, her mouth from NickÕs tool. It stuck up through
his open fly, glistening with her saliva. His whole length was wet; she
was quite a championess when it came to putting men where they
belonged, I saw. She did not suffer the discomfort I did, in attempting
such an intimite act.
ÒYour wife gives good blow jobs,Ó Nick said to Rob. Jane picked
up her crop and swatted his penis. ÒOw!Ó Nick said. His cock quivered
under the blow.
ÒDonÕt embarrass me,Ó Jane said. Then she smiled. ÒYouÕre quite
a trooper,Ó she said. ÒMost men would have spent, with that kind of a
sucking.Ó
ÒThanks,Ó Nick said. I stared at his cock. It was still as long and
hard as before, but wet now, from JaneÕs mouth. Wet from its cock-tip
down to the sprouting of his bush, where his underpants ringed it.
ÒYou can both stay the night?Ó Jane asked. Her eyes remained on
NickÕs penis. I didnÕt know whether ÔbothÕ meant him and his cock, or
him and me.
Nick looked at me. ÒSure,Ó he said. His eyes returned to Jane, to
her crop.
JaneÕs bare bosoms swayed as she tossed back her long rope of
hair. It was glossy. It hung down her back, her sole covering above her
waist. Her miniskirt rode high on her thighs. Her legs were long. Black
stockings, made of sheer silk, clung to her legs. They stayed up of their
own accord, she needed no garters to hold them. She wore spiked heels.
Her feet looked elegantly formal in her heels, despite the nudity of her
bosoms.
ÒDo you go riding a lot?Ó Nick asked Jane. His cock was still
smarting from the slapping kiss her crop had given it. Yet he did not
rub himself. He didnÕt dare, I think, for fear of spending himself on
their rug. He looked unbearably hard, like a submarine about to burst
its rivets.
ÒNo,Ó Jane answered. Her voice was frank. She gave a wave of
her crop. ÒNot in the conventional way,Ó she added. ÒBut in the
unconventional, well, if the steed is handsome enough. Then he finds
our home is well equipped.Ó
ÒFor riding?Ó Nick asked.
ÒFor riding and being ridden,Ó Jane replied. Her eyes darted to her
husband. NickÕs followed.
ÒYou are well built for it,Ó Rob told Nick. At the same time I felt
his hand pass down between my thighs and feel within my slit. I had
my panties on, but his finger pushed deep. I stifled a scream, barely,
biting my lower lip. My skirt was up, round my waist. My undies
showed, the bareness of my legs from my feet all the way up to my
hips.
ÒDo you think so?Ó Nick asked. He let his cock jut freely at Rob.
They were like two men in a locker room, comparing equipment. But
RobÕs pecker was still concealed within his trousers, only the bulge of
it showing.
Bare-breasted, Jane stood between the two men. She toyed with
her crop. She glanced at both their crotches.
ÒWould you like to do some riding?Ó Rob asked Nick.
ÒSure,Ó Nick answered.
ÒAnd you?Ó Jane asked me. I wanted to reply ÔWhat sort of
riding?Õ but felt too embarrassed to. Instead I only nodded. I felt RobÕs
finger touch my face. He intruded it between my lips and I sucked upon
it. With his other hand he dawdled within my slit, where my legs met.
ÒUnnnh!Ó I gasped, at a sudden, deeper movement of his lower
hand. It made me suck upon his finger more urgently. I felt my hips
buck forward on the couch.
JaneÕs eyes passed from me back to Nick. ÒYou look so
uncomfortably hard,Ó Jane said to Nick. ÒPerhaps if you took your
trousers off completely?Ó
ÒThat might help, in the end,Ó Nick agreed. He laughed. Jane
laughed.
ÒHow many years has it been since you wet the bed?Ó Jane asked.
There was an air of spontaneity in her voice.
ÒHuh? DonÕt worry. I wonÕt wet your bed,Ó Nick answered. He
began to unbuckle the belt on his jeans.
ÒNo,Ó Jane said. She blushed. She waved her crop through the air,
aimlessly. Her heavy breasts bounced on her chest as she let out
another laugh. ÒI want you to,Ó she confessed, looking at NickÕs penis.
ÒI want to put you in our big bed upstairs and see you wet it.Ó
ÒThatÕs crazy,Ó Nick said.
ÒNo, weÕll all do it,Ó Jane offered. She looked at her husband.
ÒWhat do you think, honey? I want his long cock, and yours, to wet the
bed together. And Bambi and I, with our cunts. WeÕll pee too. It will
help us all feel more free with each other. ItÕll be hard to have any
inhibitions left, after that!Ó
Rob bit my ear.
ÒOwww,Ó I whined. It hurt. He apologized and licked it with his
tongue. Yet I sensed heÕd enjoyed hearing me wince at the pain. I felt a
tremor in my thin, lightly tanned legs and it ran all the way up to the
juncture of my thighs. I felt moistness suffuse my slit. His finger
played with my opening. I sucked on the finger heÕd placed in my mouth
more intensely.
ÒShall we hobble them, dear?Ó Jane asked her husband. Nick, who
was unbuttoning his pants, and pulling them down off his hips, so that
his bare ass already was making contact with their expenisvely covered
couch, looked up.
ÒHuh?Ó he asked.
Jane smiled at him. She waved her riding crop through the air. It
had, IÕm afraid, the mesmerizing effect on him of a little girlÕs magic
wand. ÒYes!Ó Jane blurted, with a tantalizing frankness. She lowered
her wand-like crop and touched the bulbous tip of his cock. Pre-cum
drooled from its tip. It fell onto their rug. ÒThere is always a bit of
jealousy, donÕt you think?Ó Jane asked. ÒSo we handle it, at least with
first time visitors, by hobbling their feet.Ó She smiled at Nick, at his
cock, with her pretty, bewitching eyes. Her full lips pouted a bit, as if
to show disappointment if he should refuse.
He could not. His dick was too hard for that. Instead, sitting
bare-assed on their sofa, with a quick glance at Rob, he agreed.
ÒVery good,Ó Jane said. ÒLook, naughty boy, youÕre drooling pre-
cum on our carpet. YouÕll have to pay us back for that.Ó
Nick was half in the growing fantasy and still half in reality. He
gazed down between his knees, at his quavering cock, at the small
puddle it had made on their rug.
ÒI donÕt have the money to pay for--Ó Nick began. Jane leaned
forward. Her large breasts hung off her slim frame, like ripe fruit
quavering in a soft breeze. Her nipples made two lovely ripe sprouts at
the tips of her bosoms. She placed a finger on his lips.
ÒShhhh. ThereÕs more than one way to pay,Ó Jane reassured Nick.
He nodded mutely.
Jane turned to Rob and myself. ÒLetÕs see her breasts. DonÕt just
play in her slit,Ó she said to her husband. She was eager to get our
games underway, before Nick or I changed our minds. Jane walked over
to the couch where we sat and, without so much as a word requesting
permission, lifted up my sweater. I felt shock as my boobs tumbled
out. Yet there was a kind of wild ecstasy to being stripped, I found,
especially by a woman. I turned my face and sucked harder on RobÕs
finger, while simultaneously trying to kiss his cheek.
ÒUp. LetÕs get it completely off,Ó Jane urged. She spoke to no one
in particular, perhaps me, perhaps her husband, perhaps us both. With
her hands she lifted my sweater over my head. I felt a curious sense of
being trapped as the sweater ascended over my head, remained there a
moment, my boobs swinging naked and free, and finally snapped past my
head. Jane drew my sweater up my arms and over my hands. I was
bare-chested now, like she was. I compared her bosoms to mine. Hers
were bigger, but, for my age, mine were an attractive size. I had
melon-like bosoms, pertly offered. Hers loomed larger still, lovely
cantelopes with perfect cherry nipples. We were both excited. Our
bosom tips stood out in pointed perfection, seeking caresses.
Jane set my sweater aside and returned her hands to herself. She
reached back behind her fanny and unzipped her too-short skirt. At the
same time her husband undid mine. A moment later and we were both
stripped to her panties. I wore sinfully slim panties, resembling a g-
string. They were black. JaneÕs had a look of schoolgirl innocence to
them. Their whiteness matched the silly white shirtcuffs she wore on
her wrists, and the starched white collar round her neck. She had
clearly dressed herself to play, and to be seen both in a dressed and
undressed state. I admired her planning. Yet now, with her black vest
and black miniskirt gone, her long black stockings looked out of place.
She knew it, and walked over to Nick.
ÒDo you like my stockings?Ó she asked. She bent and pushed apart
his legs and walked between them. As she did his cock, long and thick,
came between her own legs. She let it stand up stiffly between her
knees. Then, placing both her hands on his shoulders, she bent and
captured his dong between her thighs. A bare column of penis-flesh,
trapped between silk stockinged legs. I nearly swooned looking at it.
Nick nearly spoiled their rug with a load of cum. Jane began scissoring
her legs back and forth.
ÒGod! DonÕt!Ó Nick cried. His whole frame wrenched upward in
agonized delight. His cock, trapped between her legs, for Jane gripped
them hard together the moment he moved, was pulled, hard, unable to
follow his body in its upward lurch.
ÒGood slaves ask their masters and mistresses for instructions.
They donÕt try to tell them what to do,Ó Jane said to Nick. She reached
down between his legs and slid her fingers between the couch and his
testicals. She cupped his balls. Gently she squeezed him. ÒGod, youÕre
full!Ó she exclaimed. ÒYou *did* save yourself for a week, as I told
Bambi to instruct you. Very good. Now you must save yourself a little
more, while I vent my feminist frustrations on you by torturing your
big handsome penis. Do you think you can manage it?Ó
ÒY-Yes,Ó Nick, his pants halfway down his thighs, still clothing
his legs, but with his ass and balls and dick quite naked, stammered.
ÒVery good,Ó Jane said. ÒNow get your things off. ThereÕs special
clothing a slave wears while heÕs visiting. Not street clothes. Clothes
that accentuate your wonderful body. Strip, young man. Your master
and mistress have plans for you.
Jane returned to Rob and myself. ÒGod, youÕre slow!Ó she scolded
her husband. She pulled me off his lap. ÒGet undressed, dear. IÕll see
to her,Ó she ordered Rob. She knelt and, with me standing over her,
feeling quite awkward, she unceremoniously stripped my panties down
my legs. A simple, fluid, graceful movement of her hands, and they
were down to my feet. She bade me to step out of them and I did. ÒNow
off with these heels,Ó Jane said. ÒThese are street shoes. We donÕt
allow street shoes to be worn in the house.Ó
ÒBut--Ó I protested. I liked my heels. They lifted my bottom and
made me look sexy and older. Jane unbuckled them from my feet and
tossed them aside.
Jane looked up at me. Her eyes seemed to take in the fleeciness
of my cunt and, far above it, my face, both at the same time. Gazing up
from her kneeling position, between my legs, she told me, ÒYouÕre still
a child. You will dress as a child slave while youÕre visiting here,Ó she
said.
ÒYes,Ó I breathed.
ÒTurn around,Ó Jane told me. I turned, my bare breasts quivering
on my chest. I was made to face her with my behind. She reached up
and grabbed the pert twin mounds of my bottom. ÒHow sweet and
rubbery they feel... just like a childÕs,Ó Jane exclaimed. ÒI can assure
you that your lovely ass will get lots of attention during your stay,Ó
she said. ÒDo you know why?Ó
ÒNo... why?Ó I asked with a breathlessness I couldnÕt explain.Ó
Her long fingers gripped my cheeks and pulled them apart. I felt air
touch my anus.
ÒBecause mistress says it will. YouÕre not to ask, just accept. Do
you understand?Ó Jane said to me. I shivered, feeling my bottomhalves
gripped by her hands and pulled apart.
ÒYes,Ó I managed to say.
ÒYes, mistress,Ó Jane commanded me.
ÒYes, mistress,Ó I said, though my voice was quiet and soft and
uncertain.
Jane let go of my bottom. Even after she did, I could still feel the
impress of her fingers. I felt possessed. Loved? IÕm not sure. But
definitely like one who was possessed. By another. Who, if she didnÕt
love me, at least had more than a passing admiration for me. Just as I
had more than a passing admiration for her husband. He rose, he
stripped off his clothes. I gazed in wonder at his chest, his arms, his
thighs. Especially between his legs, where his cock grew long and thick
and hard. He seemed to like having me watch him undress, but he soon
focused his attention on Nick.
ÒGet her ready,Ó Rob said to his wife, gruffly, when he was
completely nude, his clothes piled on the couch. ÒIÕll handle him.Ó
Rob walked over to Nick. He stood over my boyfriend, who still
sat on the couch. They were both naked as jaybirds. NickÕs pants were
on the floor. His shirt lay draped over the back of the couch.
ÒIf you donÕt mind my saying so, you look great,Ó Rob said to Nick.
Naked himself, with his cock stemming up from between his legs, he
gazed down at Nick. Especially at NickÕs penis.
ÒThanks,Ó Nick said. ÒBut IÕm not gay,Ó he added.
ÒDonÕt worry. IÕm not either,Ó Rob said. ÒBut my wife likes
having guys over, so IÕm not uncomfortable being hard with another
man. If you donÕt mind, IÕm going to bind your feet. YouÕll still be able
to walk. ItÕs just a chain, fixed between your ankles. ItÕs stashed
under the couch,Ó he said. He knelt down in front of Nick. ÒDonÕt worry.
I wonÕt touch your dick,Ó Rob told my boyfriend.
I watched with riveted eyes as Rob, hard as stone, his penis
freely wiggling as he worked, pulled forth a length of chain from under
the couch. It had iron manacles at either end. The inside of each
manacle was lined with fur, to make it comfortable, but, all the same,
when fixed to NickÕs ankles the iron cuffs were locked with a key. They
looked tight, secure. Nick gazed down at his bare cock, his bare legs.
He lifted one foot, then the other.
ÒWhat are you going to do with that key?Ó Nick asked Rob.
ÒPut it away, where youÕll never find it,Ó Rob told my boyfriend.
He looked at my boyfriendÕs testicles. ÒDamn. YouÕre full. You look like
youÕve got a pouch full of marbles or something,Ó Rob told Nick.
ÒIÕm not sure I like having my feet bound,Ó Nick said. He lifted
his feet, testing his new bonds. His dick waggled like a big hard log
between his legs. ÒI mean, itÕs stupid, isnÕt it?Ó Nick asked.
Rob stood up. ÒWhat? Having your legs fettered, but your dick
free?Ó Rob asked. ÒBetter than the other way round, donÕt you think?Ó
He walked away. ÒCare for another drink?Ó he asked.
ÒYou mean, while my feet are bound like this?Ó Nick asked.
ÒSure,Ó Rob answered. ÒYouÕre going to have to pee in the bed,
anyway. Let me get you something. We wouldnÕt want you to disappoint
Jane by taking too long to do it.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Nick said. His voice was uncertain. And no wonder! Not
only was he shackled, but I was suffering the same treatment, at JaneÕs
hands. First, she slipped small, ankle-high socks on my feet. They
were soft and warm. I liked them. But I didnÕt like the manacles she
fitted on me. They were big and heavy and made me feel like her
captive. A chain clinked between them. When I lifted one of my feet, I
found out how heavy the manacles were. They felt like theyÕd been used
on Roman galley slaves. They were the real thing, despite their fur
lining. I shivered, gazing down past my breasts at them.
ÒDo I have to wear these?Ó I asked.
ÒYes. Now hereÕs your drink,Ó Jane said. Rob reappeared. He
handed me another Cherie. Reluctantly I drank it. I tasted less
alchohol, more water. I suspected he wanted me to drink several, in
turn, so IÕd be ready when we went upstairs to pee in their bed.
Nick downed his drink, quickly. I think he was nervous about what
was to happen. Imagine, both of us captives! I wouldnÕt have guessed
weÕd let ourselves in for something like this. Yet we had, somehow,
and I felt a tingle of fear up between my legs, gazing at him, feeling
the softness and tenderness and absolute vulnerability of my own
nudity. Jane got a collar and bound it around my throat. It had a hook
for a leash along its side. In front, a small bell hung suspended from it.
Whenever I moved, the bell jingled. I felt like a kitten, sock-footed and
collared, waiting to do my masterÕs and mistressÕ bidding. I sipped
more of my drink. My tummy was beginning to feel full. I would have to
pee soon.
ÒLetÕs go upstairs,Ó Jane suggested. With a switch of her crop,
lightly tapping my bottom, I could feel that her ÔsuggestionÕ was to be
taken quite seriously. I offered no resistance. As I headed for the
stairs, Rob hooked a leash into my collar. He let it dangle down
between my breasts, unheld. Its handle hung suspended against the
thatch of my pussy. It swayed as I walked, teasing me.
Jane walked in her high heels, her nude bottom swaying
provocatively, over to my boyfriend. She reached between NickÕs legs
and grabbed his cock. It was quite direct, the way she grabbed him. No
soft words, no blandishments, no compliments about his size. She
simply bent, grabbed him, and pulled. He was forced to stand. He
gasped, with a quickened desire to spend. She ignored his need. She let
go of him quickly as sheÕd seized him and fetched a big leather collar
and put it around his neck. It had no bell. She gave his taut asscheeks a
quick switch of her crop when sheÕd gotten him properly collared. Rob,
stepping up to my boyfriend, quickly fastened a leash to his throat. It
hung down past his cock. When he stepped forward, at JaneÕs urging, it
banged against the shaft of his dick.
ÒYes, letÕs all get upstairs,Ó Jane said cheerily. She watched,
mesmerized, as Nick walked forward. He had a small tight ass and she
told him it was cute.
ÒThanks,Ó Nick answered.
ÒI canÕt wait to make it sore,Ó Jane added. She looked at me.
ÒHave you ever had anything up your butt before?Ó she asked me.
ÒNo,Ó I lied. I didnÕt wish to confess to my wild nights in the
cave. It had been last summer. It seemed like a long time ago now. IÕd
been almost perfectly chaste since then.
ÒWell, this is the weekend to test all those sorts of things,Ó Jane
said. ÒAnd the place. Here, being on your best behavior will mean
something quite different from what it means in the normal world. Do
you understand?Ó
ÒYes,Ó I answered.
ÒWeÕll see if you do,Ó Rob said, ominously. He pulled on the leash
dangling from my collar. ÒCome on,Ó he said. ÒYour cuffs arenÕt that
heavy. Start climbing the stairs.Ó
It was very unusual, walking upstairs with cuffs on my feet.
They weighed down my legs. Yet, despite the heaviness of my feet, the
rest of me was free. My bosoms bounced with unfettered abandon on my
chest, free of any bra. My hips wiggled as salaciously as I chose. My
bottom bulbed brazenly behind me, its split cheeks making an inviting
grind each time I lifted a foot to place it on the next step. My slit
moistened freely. My nipples perked with springy excitement at the
tips of my nipples. I moved my head, gazing up to the top of the stairs,
where our bed waited. I looked behind me, at Rob, following, with his
bare penis waggling out in front of him like some obscene sausage. And
Nick, my sometime boyfriend, walked with the same freedom, his cock
nakedly upstanding with a fierceness that made me frightened of it.
ÒHow does it feel, to walk with your feet shackled but your self,
especially your sex, free and unclothed?Ó Jane asked my boyfriend.
ÒWeird,Ó Nick replied. And it was the same feeling for me, though
I was a girl.
ÒYouÕll enjoy many new sensations during your stay here,Ó Jane
told my boyfriend. She whisked her crop very lightly across his bare
fanny.
ÒSome IÕm sure I could do without,Ó Nick told her.
ÒIt is not for a slave to choose. ItÕs for the slaveÕs master to
choose,Ó Jane told him.
ÒThis way. The stable is down this hall,Ó Rob told me at the top
of the stairs.
ÒThe stable?Ó I cried. I clapped a hand to my naked breasts. ÒI
thought we were going to bed!Ó
Rob laughed. ÒWe nicknamed our guest bedroom the stable,Ó he
said. ÒYouÕll see why in a minute.Ó
And I did. It was a large room, down at the end of their hall, with
a big, sumptuous bed in it. But there the resemblance with a guest
room youÕd see in any other home ended. This bed had a long, black-
railed headboard and baseboard at either end. It was high up off the
floor, necessitating a three-step wooden stairs to mount it. There
were clasps where leashes, like those Nick and I wore, could be hung.
On a bedside table stood a busy array of phials, condoms, tubes of oil
and jars of ointment. On another table, on the opposite side of the bed,
stood a collection of rare and exotic bottled liqueurs, plus glasses.
Above the bed, hanging like a threat, was a whip. It was long. It had
many tails. TheyÕd all been carefully looped round the nail from which
the whip hung.
Mirrors were spaced round the bed, suspended on the walls. I saw
myself at once, several times over. My bare breasts, stiff nippled. My
flat tummy, my nakedly displayed bush. My legs, my stockinged,
shackled feet. I stared at the collar round my throat. I moved. The bell
on my collar tinkled.
Rob, holding me by my leash, entered the room with me. He was
tall. His shoulders were broad. His chest was hairy. His stomach was
like a washboard and his cock stuck up like a muleÕs. His balls swung
easily between his thighs. Nick entered behind him. His penis was
long, thick, excited. Jane entered with Nick, holding him by the leash
fixed to his throat. We were quite a pair of couples. Two of us
masters, two slaves. I shivered, looking at my captive self. Had I
really let myself in for this? What would happen to me, all shackled,
with my sex freely moistened, my tummy warm, my bosoms so ripely
offered? And what about that whip on the wall? Was it just a
decoration? Or was it applied to ÔguestsÕ of Jane and Rob when they
met with their hostsÕ displeasure?
ÒLetÕs get in bed,Ó Jane said. ÒThereÕs drinks there, within reach,
on the table. Did you put a shower curtain under the sheet, dear?Ó she
asked Rob.
ÒAlways,Ó Rob answered.
ÒGood,Ó Jane said. ÒYou two will like doing this,Ó she said to
myself and Nick. ÒIts rather impolite, I suppose, peeing in a bed youÕre
sharing with others. But it does make for a complete feeling of
freedom, afterward, once you get over your embarrassment at doing it.Ó
Rob pulled me forward by my leash. He led me to the bedÕs steps.
I mounted them, slowly, due to the chains round my feet. My bottom
wiggled behind me, invitingly. I tried to keep it from swaying but I was
nervous. It seemed to swing with a life of its own. I felt the cheeks
touching, the tightness of my crack between. Rob had already touched
my rosette, downstairs, and I could feel his eyes drilling between my
cheeks as he watched me mount up.
I reached the top of the bed. I knelt upon it. My slit showed
behind me. Someone whistled. Suddenly, I gave a salacious waggle to
my ass. ÒOh, that whip looks so big!Ó I cried. I knew it would tease,
and perhaps get me in trouble, but I couldnÕt help it. I had two very
randy men behind me. The thought of Rob and Nick staring at my ass
made me feel voluptous. I was a Siren, who would dash both menÕs hard
cocks to pieces within my soft dell.
ÒMy, sheÕs a tease,Ó I heard Jane say. I noted a bit of jealousy in
her voice. She swished her crop. I felt it zing past my naked ass,
catching only air. I shivered and wiggled my bottom again. Had she
tried to strike me? The thought of teasing her husband, and incurring
her wrath, made me feel decadant. I put my face down to the bed, right
where I was, and pushed up my bottom.
ÒMmmm, I think IÕll go to sleep,Ó I said. The men, mounting behind
me, would meet my bottom and have to climb over it. Or perhaps do
something else with it. I felt brazen. A girl, free at last from societal
inhibitions, I could play Princess at last. At least, I hoped so. I wished
to be coddled, spoilt. I showed them my bottom and hoped they liked it
as much as I liked showing it. I would make them lose themselves, just
looking at me. Like those girls in those magazines that guy had. Cherie.
Yes. I would be Miss Cherie. Princess Cherie.
WHACK!
ÒOH!Ó I cried. Truly surprised, my head bolted up. I clutched at
my ass. It felt as if a hot brand had suddenly been placed across it. But
there was nothing there now, just my naked seat. JaneÕs crop had
struck it and bounced away. The imprint of it remained. ÒOhhh, why did
you do that?Ó I whined. ÒIÕm sleepy.Ó I put my face down on the bed
again, perhaps inviting more strokes. But I kept my hands firmly
clapped to my ass.
ÒHow darling she looks. See how she moves it about,Ó Jane
observed. I realized she was talking about me. I tried to still the
movement of my hips but found I couldnÕt. My seat hurt too much, from
being struck with her crop. ÒTake away your hands, dear. Let us see
the working of your cheeks as you move it,Ó Jane suggested. How
obscene, I thought. I should not wish for my bare bottom to be lurid
entertainment. Not like that!
ÒNo,Ó I said. My face, pressed to the coverlet of the bed, slightly
distorted my voice. It made me sound younger than I was, like a sleepy,
recalcitrant child.
ÒPerhaps in a little while,Ó Rob said. I heard the steps creak. I
felt someone mount the bed behind me. Hands seized my hips.
Calloused hands. I felt an indriving between my bottom cheeks. I
gasped, loudly.
There was a grunt. Pressure. Upon my rosette. I put a finger to
my lips and big upon it. Hard.
The pressure against my bottomhole was harder. It urged.
ÒRob, you donÕt even have a condom on! YouÕre not lubricated,Ó
Jane admonished her husband.
ÒI donÕt care,Ó Rob replied. His voice was gruff. I tried to rise
and he shoved me down, hard, upon the bed. He seized both my hips with
his big hands and yanked my bottom up toward him. My cheeks splayed
apart, widened by his thick cock. I felt an even greater pressure upon
my anus and suddenly he had forced my sphincter.
The head of his cock lodged in me. I let out a shrill scream. He
was big! There was a thump on the bed and I looked up to see Nick, my
sometime boyfriend, with his own big cock bobbing freely before my
face.
ÒSorry to intrude like this,Ó Rob said in a gruff, half-joking voice
to Nick.
ÒItÕs okay. WeÕre not married or anything,Ó Nick answered. ÒIÕm
doing her mouth,Ó he said. He lifted my chin. I tried to keep my lips
compressed. I didnÕt like being used in this way, without coddling. Yet
NickÕs fingers prised my jaws open. He stuffed himself in. I gagged. I
heard Rob and Nick laugh.
ÒOh, you men will ruin everything!Ó Jane said, somewhere behind
me.
DING DONG!
ÒWhat th-?Ó I heard Rob say. The sound of the doorbell surprised
Nick. His cock drew back a little. I managed to lift my face. I got his
penis out of my mouth. It hung wetly between his legs, near my lips. I
took a deep breath. It felt good to be free of it. I could breathe again.
Yet, gazing at it, I found it a spectacular sight. I kissed it, lightly.
ÒWell I canÕt just--!Ó Rob groused behind me.
ÒYou donÕt expect *me* to, do you?Ó Jane asked.
ÒJust fucking ignore it,Ó Rob said. I felt my bottom eased off his
prick. There was a pop, as of a balloon being drawn off a helium
inflation tube. In this case, it was RobÕs dick, and I was being taken off
it. My bottomhole, widened on his cock, felt empty after he pulled
himself free of me. I shoved my hips back. I wanted. Despite his
thickness, his rudeness, I wanted him, now that IÕd come so close to
having him.
ÒIt might be little Lisa,Ó Jane said to Rob. ÒYou know her parents
drop her off sometimes, when they have a fight. We canÕt just leave her
outside. ItÕs raining, for GodÕs sake!Ó
I heard Rob begin to descend the bedÕs steps. He dismounted them,
as quickly as heÕd come up them a minute earlier. My bottom longed for
his return. My cunt was wet.
Nick sat open legged on the bed. His dick stood up straight. It
sparkled with my saliva. Yet I paused, as he did, wondering what our
hosts were up to. Still crouching on the bed, I turned, gazed behind me.
I saw my bare bottom reflected in a mirror. It seemed silly, mooning
myself like that. In front of my reflection stood Rob. His cock was
hard and the knob of his penis showed moisture, from his precum and
the excitement of my bottomhole.
DING DONG!
ÒGet it. SheÕll catch cold,Ó Joan said. Her husband balked. ÒIÕm
not going downstairs naked,Ó Joan said.
ÒWell, what do you think IÕm doing, wearing a suit and tie?Ó Rob
asked. His hard-on stood out painfully in front of him.
ÒJust get a bath robe or something,Ó Joan said. ÒYouÕre the man
of the house. IÕll see to our guests.Ó She tapped his bottom with her
crop. ÒGet going. YouÕre older than me too, by more than a decade. IÕm
practically a child. IÕm only 19.Ó
ÒThanks a fucking lot,Ó Rob said. ÒShould I stop off at the
bathroom and jerk myself off first?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Joan said. ÒOf course not.Ó
ÒWell IÕve got a fucking hard on thatÕs a mile long!Ó Rob said.
ÒWhat am I supposed--Ó
ÒMen who are flashers put on raincoats and nobody sees theirs,Ó
Joan said.
ÒMen who are flashers donÕt have big ones like I do, IÕll bet,Ó Rob
countered.
ÒMove your bare ass, sir. Please?Ó Joan said. She gave him an
innocent, wide-eyed look. It won his heart over, unlike her earlier
scoldings.
ÒWell, alright,Ó Rob said. ÒI am older than you.Ó
DING DONG!
ÒDAMMIT IÕm coming!Ó Rob swore. ÒOr I hope not. Damn my cock
bounces around when IÕm hard. ItÕs like walking with a fucking sausage
in front of me.Ó
ÒYou didnÕt mind it earlier,Ó Jane said.
ÒIÕm going to kill your goddamn relatives,Ó Rob said over his
shoulder, to his wife, as he left the room. ÒIncluding that brat niece of
yours.Ó
ÒSheÕs only eight,Ó Jane said. ÒShe canÕt help having bitchy
parents.Ó
I listened as Rob got a bath robe from a hallway closet and
tramped downstairs. We all listened, tensely, myself and Nick sitting
on the bed, wearing our shackles, Jane standing beside the bed, holding
her crop.
The door opened. I heard the wind gush in the front door.
ÒIÕm collecting for the nudespaper,Ó I heard a high-pitched,
female voice say.
ÒThe what?!Ó Rob asked.
ÒThe nudespaper.Ó
ÒWe donÕt get any nudistÕs paper,Ó Rob answered. I saw Jane bite
her lip, trying not to laugh. It did sound funny.
ÒThe local paper. Mind if I come in? ItÕs starting to rain and I
donÕt wanna get wet!Ó the female voice said.
ÒWait, you canÕt just--Ó Rob protested. The door shut.
ÒOh, God,Ó Jane gasped. I figured the paper girl had been shut out,
but she sensed the girl had, in fact, been shut in. Downstairs. With
Rob.
ÒIf my hair gets wet IÕll have to wash it again,Ó a female voice
said. ÒI just washed it before I started my collecting.Ó
There was a pause.
ÒSorry, I didnÕt mean for my bathrobe to fall open,Ó I heard Rob
say. I felt myself stiffen. There was obviously a child downstairs. A
girl child. Like me, except younger. Had he accidentally exposed
himself to her?
ÒYouÕve got a very big penis, Mr. Albert,Ó I heard the female voice
say. There was a tone of admiration in her voice. ÒI always knew you
had a really big one.Ó
ÒReally, IÕm sorry,Ó Rob said. ÒHow do you know my name? IÕve
never even seen you before?Ó
ÒIÕm your paper girl!Ó the soft, small voice said. It sounded happy.
ÒI was collecting for the nudespaper, but you can show me your thing
instead. YouÕve still gotta pay me, though. $4.95. And not a penny less,
like my manager says, or IÕll have to make it up myself. Mind if I see
your thing again?Ó
ÒNo--Ó Rob said. ÒDonÕt just pull open my bathrobe like that!Ó he
sounded almost helpless. I felt like giggling. A big, hunky ex-football
player like him, reduced to helplessness by a small child!
ÒWow,Ó the high-pitched voice said. It was full of admiration.
ÒMind if I pull on it? Will it squirt me if I do?Ó
ÒNo, wait-- Yikes! DonÕt yank on it. ItÕs ATTACHED to me!Ó Rob
said.
ÒYeah, just like my cousinÕs,Ó the girl said. ÒExcept yours is
about ten times bigger. I always knew you had the biggest one in the
whole world, Mr. Albert!Ó
ÒPlease, youÕll make me squirt on you,Ó Rob begged.
ÒThatÕs okay. My cousin squirted on me, once. Just donÕt get any
in my hair, okay? ItÕs really sticky. I just washed my hair. I donÕt
want to be out in the rain, because IÕll get it all wet. But my mom told
the babysitter to make me go collecting, rain or no rain, because I was
lazy and didnÕt do it all month.Ó
ÒThatÕs very nice but--Ó Rob answered.
ÒOf course,Ó the female voice said, sighing loudly. ÒNow sheÕs in
my basement, making out with her boyfriend. TheyÕll *do* it all night.
And IÕm supposed to go collecting, out getting my hair wet. Well, no
way. And I know where my mom is too. At the Shady Oaks Motel. She
has a new boyfriend, you know. The manager of the Shady Oaks-- his
daughter is a friend of mine at school. She tells me whenever sheÕs
watching T.V. in the lobby of the motel, for her dad? And she says my
mom comes by, and checks in, with her new boyfriends. SheÕs been
doing it for a whole couple of years. And all that time I thought my
mom was attending PTA meetings. Well, now I know better!Ó the girl
declared.
ÒGod, this is useless,Ó Rob said. ÒWould you stop pulling on me?Ó
ÒI thought you were gonna squirt on me? That would be pretty
cool,Ó the girl said. ÒJust not in my hair, okay? IÕll bet I could catch it
all in my mouth, like they do in those movies my dad has, at his
apartment. Mom wonÕt let me go there anymore, since I found my dadÕs
movies.Ó Another sigh. ÒI miss my dad. Do you suppose he has a big
one, like you do?Ó
Jane, inspired by the girlÕs words, turned to Nick. She grabbed
hold of his cock.
ÒOh, God! How sweet she sounds!Ó Jane breathed. At once she
popped NickÕs cockhead in her mouth, while at the same time placing a
hand on her snatch and rubbing herself. Nick, inspired, picked her up off
the floor. Jane barely stifled a shriek of surprise. He plopped her on
the bed and shoved his penis more deeply into her mouth. For my part,
seeing her slit so close, I began nuzzling it. It smelled fresh, feminine.
I wasnÕt into licking girls but I felt a strange desire to, anyway. I
tongued her slit. Jane jerked her hips in response. I was shackled, yet
she was the one under my command. I tongued her more deeply. She
jerked again, begged me to stop. I found myself enjoying her responses.
I decided to bring her as close to the edge as I could, then leave her.
She would suffer, begging to be fucked, but IÕd leave it to the men to
take her. Perhaps theyÕd hold back, and Ômistress jane,Õ would become
the victim, instead of me. As I licked her I rubbed my own slit. I
dreamed of seeing her tied to the bed, her legs splayed. SheÕd be left
abed all weekend, while we played around her house. SheÕd beg to be
brought off but weÕd leave her to hunger and starve. I would have both
men to myself. Downstairs, I vaguely listened as RobÕs conversation
with the girl continued.
ÒMmmm, this is fun, pulling on you,Ó the girl told Rob. ÒGo ahead,
see? IÕve got my mouth open. AAAAAAA. Squirt it right in, Mr. Albert.
I can take all of it. IÕll bet it tastes like toothpase! I use lots of
toothpaste when I brush my teeth. Colgate-- itÕs the best for kids!
Even if I am 12, I still like the flavor.Ó
ÒPlease,Ó I heard Rob say. Or was it Nick? I wasnÕt sure anymore.
I was too lost in JaneÕs slit, tonguing her, savoring her impassioned,
hip-jerking responses. I heard her ask me to take my mouth away. It
was a sort of yelp. But, as she spoke it, she pushed her hips at my face.
The girl downstairs was mesmerized by RobÕs cock. He, for his
part, was already primed, and needed little encouragement to cum.
Somehow he managed not to. Instead, with the paper girl still holding
his dick, he walked in frustration up the stairs, and back into our
bedroom.
ÒWhat am I supposed to do with this little trollop?Ó he asked
Jane. She shrieked. It was muffled, though, for NickÕs penis was
jammed down her throat. She managed to disengage her mouth from
NickÕs cock. She turned to face them.
I lifted my face. I saw shock in NickÕs eyes. In JaneÕs, also. I
expected Nick to sperm JaneÕs face, his dick looked so hard and
purplish. I had JaneÕs vaginal juice smeared on my cheeks. I turned,
and looked over my shoulder at the girl standing with Rob. My breasts
hung pendant and nude. I was crouching. My ass mooned her.
ÒRob, why did you bring her in here?Ó Jane asked.
ÒGosh, whatÕre you doing?Ó the girl asked. I gazed at her. She
was, indeed, about 12. She had gently swelling hips. Breasts bulged on
her chest, small, but growing big for a girl of her age and size. She
bore a remarkable resemblance to Amber. Her hair was long, but
brunette, whereas AmberÕs had been blonde. She had it pulled back
behind her in an efficient pony tail. Her cheeks were rosy. She had long
lashes, bee-stung lips. They looked ripe for sucking, and I saw she was
holding Rob in her small first. His cockhead stuck out one end of her
fist. The remainder of his shaft extruded from the other end, where,
eventually, it met with the hairy bush of his pubic hair, between his
thick legs.
I realized the girl didnÕt know about sucking, else she wouldnÕt
have been begging Rob to sperm her. She would simply have put her lips
to him. She held him innocently, by his cock, looking rather like a girl
taking a pony from its stable for a ride. Well, in RobÕs case, not a pony.
A stallion. He was big and brawny, and ex-football player. She was
small, just 12, with gently rounded, growing breasts, and hips poised
halfway between childhood and womanhood. Yes, she looked a lot like
Amber. I wondered if sheÕd prove as adventurous.
ÒWhy donÕt you take your clothes off?Ó I teased. ÒThen you can
see what weÕre doing.Ó I felt myself blushing. I knew it was
embarrassment at being seen in the nude. Well, let her undress, then,
too. I was only 13. If I could be nude, perhaps she could be also. She
had the body for it.
Challenging the girl to undress, I found, did little to relieve my
embarrassment. For I soon realized that she was not only marvelling at
our nudity. She was also taking note of my collar, and NickÕs, and the
manacles we wore on our legs. When I moved the bell round my neck
jingled. I felt like a jingle-bell.
ÒKatie, weÕre doing something very naughty,Ó Jane said. Somehow
the young woman had managed to get control of herself, despite the
tongue-lashing IÕd given her cunt. She shivered. Her bare bosoms
jiggled heavily on her chest. Her nipples remained erect, ready for
more action. Jane tossed back her long hair. ÒI think you should go
home, but--Ó she looked at her husband.
ÒRather late now,Ó Rob said. He seemed to come to his senses
too. He stood with his cock still in the girlÕs hand, his own big frame
poised rather nervously between spending and not. The girl,
unhelpfully, began stroking his dick with her fingers.
ÒYouÕre very long,Ó she whispered.
Rob made a decision. He dropped his bath robe off his broad
shoulders. He flexed the muscles of his chest. He gazed down at the
girl.
ÒYouÕve got to either join us, or go home,Ó Rob said. ÒYour choice.
And quit yanking on my dick. I donÕt want to spend yet. Especially on
you.Ó
The girlÕs face fell. ÒHow about if I get naked?Ó she asked.
ÒOkay. Get naked, then,Ó Rob said.
ÒDo I have to take off everything?Ó the girl asked. Relief showed
on RobÕs face as she let go of his cock, to undress.
ÒYes. Everything,Ó Rob replied. ÒWhen does your mom get back?Ó
ÒNot Ôtil tommorrow,Ó the girl answered. ÒDonÕt worry, Mr.
Albert. IÕll be good.Ó
ÒActually,Ó Jane said, picking up the crop sheÕd dropped upon the
bed. ÒThe point is to be bad.Ó She grinned at me.
I watched the girl undress. I was said her name to myself.
ÔKatieÕ. A sweet name. I felt young, adventurous. I certainly couldnÕt
get in trouble if the paper girl joined us. Neither, I doubted, could Jane.
If anyone got in trouble, it would be the men. And, while I liked them, I
didnÕt possess a cock. ThatÕs what would do her in, in the end. ThatÕs
what would cause trouble. A penis. Something I didnÕt have. And I
cared about Rob, and Nick, but in the end they were just friends. If
Katie wanted to take a tumble in the nude, so be it. Let the chips fall
where they may, on her and them. Anyway, I had shackles on my feet,
and felt quite embarrassed about it. Let her join us and perhaps sheÕd
wind up shackled too, and quit looking at me with such curiousity.
Katie pulled off her clothes. She did it matter-of-factly, as one
preparing for a bath. When she was nude, she reached back and pulled
the ribbon out of her hair, releasing her pony tail.
ÒOkay, IÕm ready!Ó Katie said enthusiastically. She gazed at us.
Her bosoms stood up perkily on her chest. They were bigger than tennis
balls, and each had an excited nipple at its tip. They were pink nipples,
childish in color, like mine, like JaneÕs. None of us were rosy red-
nippled women yet. That would come in later years.
I glanced down between KatieÕs legs. Her pubic thatch was
already growing in. Soft, small wisps, decorating her strategically
between her legs, covering up the childish bareness of her muffin. Yes,
she was ready. I flexed my shoulders back, proffering my breasts. I
felt alert, quick-nerved. If she came near me, and made me feel silly
for having shackles on my feet, IÕd dart my tongue into her snatch and
make her pay.
ÒHere, get up on the bed,Ó Rob said to the girl. He escorted her up
the bedÕs wooden steps like a chaperone escorting a girl to her first
dance. Katie mounted them daintily, her boobies bouncing in front of
her, her hips wiggling with childish glee. She was aware of all our
eyes upon her.
ÒGod, what a small, tight ass,Ó Rob said, gazing at Katie from
behind.
ÒDo you like my bottom?Ó Katie asked artlessly. She gave it an
extra wiggle. ÒIÕm going to be a model when I grow up. ThatÕs what my
uncle tells me.Ó
Katie plopped down on all fours on the bed. ÒMmmm, itÕs such a
nice, big soft bed,Ó she said, admiringly. She crawled across it. She
sat down next to Nick. Her legs spread and crossed over each other,
like an IndianÕs. Nick was sitting the same way. She gazed between his
legs. She looked with open wonder at his cock.
ÒWow, youÕre as big as Mr. Albert!Ó Katie said to Nick.
ÒCareful,Ó Nick cautioned, as the girlÕs small fingers reached
across his hairy thigh to touch him. ÒIÕm right on the brink of
shooting.Ó
ÒYum!Ó Katie said. But Nick caught her questing fingers, and
lifted her hand, so that he couldnÕt touch his cock. Her hand wiggled in
the air, grasping.
ÒKatie, you must be very good, now,Ó Jane told the girl.
ÒOkay,Ó Katie agreed. ÒWhat are we going to do?Ó
Jane looked at me, at Nick, at Rob. Then she laughed and looked
back at Kate. ÒActually, weÕre going to, like I said, do something very
naughty. WeÕre going to wet the bed.Ó
ÒWet the bed?!Ó Katie hollared. ÒI do my best to try *not* to do
that!Ó She put her free hand, the one Nick wasnÕt holding aloft, to her
newly furred mount. She rubbed herself.
ÒWell, itÕs a little different when youÕre in bed with us,Ó Jane
told the girl. ÒAt least, when youÕre in this bed with us. WeÕre all
going to have drinks now, and weÕre going to pee in the bed. Okay?Ó
ÒWill I get my hair wet?Ó Katie asked.
ÒYou might,Ó Jane said. ÒBut you can wash it again, afterwards.Ó
ÒI donÕt want to get my hair wet,Ó Katie said, still rubbing her
muff which, I suspected, was already growing moist, wetting her pubic
hair, if not the hair on her head.
ÒDonÕt worry. IÕll wash your hair for you if it gets all wet and
sticky, okay?Ó Jane asked. She was clearly eager to get on with it, and
no wonder. Both our men were ready to cum. She didnÕt want to lose
their loads to the sheets. It was all a game, and they were to put
themselves to us ere it was over.
Rob reached under the table holding the drinks. He opened it. I
realized it had a small refrigerator sequestered under it. He pulled out
a bucket of ice and thumped it down among the bottles of liquor. He
pulled out several bottles of juice. Pineapple, Orange, Lime. He took
out two bottles of water, and a spritzer bottle of selzer. Then he
reached under the bed, and took out shackles, a collar, and a leash for
Katie. He put them on the bed. Then he hoisted himself up onto the bed,
not bothering with the steps.
Jane attached my leash to a clasp at the head of the bed. I
watched, wide-eyed. I realized I wouldnÕt be able to leave the bed
without her permission. My bell round my neck jingled with my every
movement. Rob poured me a drink and told me to drink it down. I
obeyed. It was mostly juice and water.
The same was done to Nick. Jane attached him. Rob poured him a
drink.
Little Katie was next.
ÒWhy do I have to wear big chains on my feet?Ó Katie asked, her
voice a mixture of curiosity and indignation, as Jane locked her ankles
into manacles.
ÒSo that you can be very good, like a slave; and if youÕre bad, so
you canÕt run away from your punishement,Ó Jane explained.
ÒOh, I saw a movie about slaves the other night,Ó Katie said. ÒBig
men slaves.Ó She looked at Nick, at his shackled feet. ÒThey looked
sorta like him. Big and strong. It was called Parkus, or something.
They all revolted and lived happily ever after. Or at least I think they
did. It got kinda boring so I switched over to another movie, The
Adventures of Gumby.Ó
Jane put a collar round the girlÕs throat. It had a bell. It jingled,
like mine. She hooked the girlÕs leash to a clasp at the head of the
iron-railed bed.
ÒThere,Ó Jane said. ÒGive her something non-alchoholic, dear. We
donÕt want to get her drunk.Ó
ÒMmmm, IÕm thirsty from all my collecting,Ó Katie said. Rob
handed her a drink. She drank it down lustily, asked for more.
Nick, perhaps to avoid KatieÕs questing fingers, rolled over onto
his stomach. He flexed the cheeks of his ass. It was small, tight. A
male ass, with hair in all the places a woman finds seductive. Jane
struck him across his bottom.
ÒOW!Ó Nick groaned.
ÒRoll over,Ó Jane said. ÒWe want to see your penis. No lying on
your stomach.Ó
ÒDamn. You could have just asked me to roll over,Ó Nick said. He
obeyed, grouchily, putting his bare butt to the sheets and letting his big
cock spring free. It stood up like a flagpole. I wished I had a ribbon. I
would have tied it to his cockhead so he could fly it for me, like a flag.
It would be the flag of Princess Cherie.
ÒWhatÕs that?Ó Katie asked. She gazed with wide-eyed wonder at
JaneÕs riding crop.
ÒItÕs a riding crop,Ó Jane said. ÒIt was made for horses, to help
them behave. But you can use it on men too, if you wish. Or bad little
girls who ring their bells too much. DonÕt wiggle so much, darling.
Just lie still and let my husband, Mr. Albert, pass you glassfulls of
juice. Would you like some more juice?Ó
ÒSure, and a riding crop too,Ó Katie answered.
ÒPerhaps you can play with my riding crop later,Ó Jane said.
ÒOr have it played upon you,Ó I said. Katie didnÕt catch my
meaning. Jane frowned slightly.
ÒPull up the covers, Bambi. This is to be an elegant party. WeÕre
to be tucked into bed, just as if we were going to sleep. Katie, settle
down. Quit trying to grab NickÕs cock. YouÕll get to have fun with it
soon enough. Rob, dim the lights, please, dear. Nightie-night everyone.
Keep our glasses full, Rob.Ó
ÒYes, dear,Ó the perennial refrain of the husband, was spoken in
reply by Rob to his wife. Yet she was no shrew. Not yet, anyway. She
was 19, young and lissome and slender, with a long rope of black hair
and adventurous eyes. I liked her, even if she was a bit too fond of her
riding crop. I hoped to be like her when I was 19. Married, to a wealthy
hunk of a husband, with plenty of money to burn on whatever pleasures I
wished. She wore bits of jewelry. Earrings, a ring, a diamond bangle on
one of her wrists. They sparkled as the lights dimmed, creating a kind
of light all their own. We snuggled down under the sheet and the cover.
I made sure everyone got properly covered, reaching over and pulling up
the covers until we were all snugly installed in the bed. Jane had to
warn Katie not to grope for NickÕs cock under the sheets. Katie obeyed,
reluctantly. Then Jane had to tell her to lie still, and not ring her bell
so much, by moving and squirming about.
ÒThis isnÕt a slumber party for little girls, dear,Ó Jane told Katie.
ÒItÕs a mature, adult party. Now lie still and enjoy your juice.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Katie agreed.
We lay abed in the darkened room. Nick and Rob made the covers
stick up, tent-like, where their cocks were, for they were both quite
stiff and not about to lessen until theyÕd cum. It was strange, I
thought. Neither man seemed able to control his big, long, schlong. It
got hard of its own accord, when he became excited. And, once hard, it
stayed hard, until heÕd spurted out his load. There seemed no other
state for it. The poor man had no control over it. I suppose it was
rather like a girlsÕ nipples. Mine were stiff, atop my boobies, and
JaneÕs and KatieÕs were too. We were all either stiff nippled, or stiff
cocked. My slit was moist, and I knew JaneÕs, and even KatieÕs, were
too. The menÕs hard cocks oozed pre-cum at their tips. And yet we
were all trying to be polite, discreet, lying in the bed with the lights
dimmed and the covers tucked up around us. I heard ice clink in glasses.
Katie sipped her juice beside me. I sipped my juice-laden cocktail.
Jane asked if I wanted more. I paused, finished my drink, and passed
my glass to her. She passed it to Rob, who refilled it.
At one end of our bed lay Rob, who served us drinks in the dark.
At the other end, perhaps to guard us three females, lay Nick. Next to
Nick was Katie, next to Rob was Jane. In between Jane and Katie, I lay,
snug as a bug at the center of the group. I tried to let my thoughts
drift. It was pleasant, decadent, drinking in bed, knowing you were
supposed to wet the bed. I still couldnÕt believe IÕd actually do that.
But I dutifully let my glass be refilled, and drank.
ÒDo you guys have a bathroom?Ó Katie asked, her voice loud in the
darkened, hushed room.
ÒWhy?Ó Jane answered. There was a note of merriment in her
voice.
ÒBecause I have to go,Ó Katie said frankly.
ÒHas your juice filled up your tummy?Ó Jane asked.
ÒYes. Most definitely,Ó Katie said. ÒWhereÕs your bathroom?
Could you unhook me from the bed? And get this big iron chain off my
feet? I have to go pee.Ó
ÒThen you can do that right here,Ó Jane said.
ÒWhat?Ó Katie asked.
ÒWeÕre all going to pee in the bed, darling,Ó Jane said. ÒItÕs a pee
party, like I told you.Ó
ÒYou *want* me to pee in the bed?Ó Katie said. ÒOh, but I canÕt do
that. IÕm a big girl now.Ó
ÒStill, you must do it. ThatÕs why you have an iron chain on your
feet, little one. Because youÕre a slave girl, like in Spartacus. YouÕll do
just as I say, or youÕll feel my riding crop across your bottom.Ó
ÒOhhhhh!Ó Katie sighed, a bit remorsefully, I thought, yet with a
touch of excitement, too, at the naughtiness of JaneÕs words. She
squirmed under the covers. She grabbed her bottomcheeks. Then,
shifting one hand forward, she put it over her muff. ÒReally, I do have
to go. CanÕt you please unhook me?Ó Katie asked.
ÒNo, and donÕt ask again,Ó Jane said. ÒMistress will unhook you
when she chooses to, not before.Ó
ÒAre you my mistress?Ó Katie asked Jane.
ÒI have the crop. So that means I am,Ó Jane said.
ÒWhat if I steal the crop?Ó Katie asked.
ÒTheyÕd youÕd be punished for it,Ó Jane said. ÒNow lie still, and
try to hold your pee inside your pretty cuntlips for as long as you can.
Here, dear, let Rob refill your glass with more juice.Ó
ÒOh, but I shall REALLY have to pee then!Ó Katie whined.
ÒGood. Hold it as long as you can,Ó Jane answered, taking the
girlÕs glass. I passed it to her and she passed it on to her husband.
ÒFill Ôer up, Rob. WeÕre going to have a wet bed soon, and then weÕll
move on to other erotic delicacies.Ó Jane reached between my legs.
She stroked her finger within my slit. I let out a surprised shriek. I
snapped my thighs closed. ÒOpen your legs, Bambi,Ó Jane scolded me.
ÒA girlÕs legs must always be open.Ó I complied. She touched my slit,
inquired within it. I shivered. In retaliation I put my finger between
her legs and touched hers.
ÒYes,Ó Jane said. She kissed my cheek. ÒAs long as you are here,
your breasts will be free, and naked, without anything to cover them.
And your legs will always be poised in an open position, whether I
permit you to put a skirt round your waist, or not,Ó she said. ÒEven if
we go out to a fancy restaurant, as we do with our guests sometimes,
you will not wear any bra, though you might wear something light, like
a blouse, for the sake of modesty. But you will keep your legs apart,
always, never crossing them. Do you understand?Ó she asked.
ÒYes,Ó I answered. I shivered with my growing need to pee. She
diddled her finger in my slit, took my glass, had Rob refill it, then
passed it back to me. She watched me drink from it. I held it with both
my hands, so as not to spill it on myself.
ÒAnd most of all, when we go out, you will have a sore bottom,Ó
Jane said. ÒImagine that. Sitting at a fine restaurant, everything
elegant, but with your legs properly open, and your bottom
uncomfortably sore. Imagine the waiter taking your order as you try to
sit still. Imagine him wondering, perhaps, why the man has two women
with him, Rob and myself and you. One man, two women. And me
sitting quietly, as your mistress, while you strive to sit still,
hopefully succeeding, lest I take you into the ladiesÕ room and gag you
and crop you some more.Ó
ÒMmmm,Ó was all I could answer. Her finger in my slit, the
fullness of my bladder, the words she wove, the decadance of being
leashed to the bed, my feet bearing chains, it was all beginning to make
my head spin with erotic sensations. Did I really wish to be here? I
didnÕt know. I was excited by the squirming of little Katie beside me,
all young and nude and needing to pee. And by Jane, warmly placed on
my other side, diddling in my slit as I drank yet more juice-laden
cocktails. And, with their penises standing up like sentries, Rob and
Nick, guarding the far sides of the bed. I was captive. I had to pee.
ÒI canÕt wait any longer,Ó I breathed desperately to Jane, even as
I sipped at the latest drink theyÕd handed me. Her finger in my slit
wasnÕt helping.
ÒThen we must all go at once,Ó Jane said. ÒHow warm and dry our
bed feels. How unlike that it will be a minute from now!Ó
ÒI have to GO!Ó Katie said. She squirmed beside me. The bell
hanging round her neck jingled loudly.
ÒI donÕt know how much longer I can hold it in myself,Ó Nick said.
ÒAre you going to shoot your wad?Ó Katie asked eagerly.
ÒNo. IÕm going to pee,Ó Nick said.
ÒPEE?! I donÕt wanna be peed on by a man!Ó Katie shouted.
ÒLie still, dearest. WeÕre all going to pee in a moment,Ó Jane
said. ÒFinger her slit,Ó she whispered to me.
I did. Katie began giggling.
ÒOhhh, donÕt!Ó Katie cried. She spilled her juice on herself.
ÒKeep your legs open,Ó I told her. My voice sounded rough,
demanding. Surprisingly, she obeyed. She widened her thighs and let
me drive her crazy, giggling all the while, telling everyone her juice
was spilt all over her face, at the same time. Nick licked her cheeks. I
think she liked that. He told her that her juice, as he licked it from her
face, tasted good.
ÒI canÕt hold my pee anymore!Ó Katie cried. She kept giggling as I
fingered her muffin.
ÒThen piss it out,Ó Jane urged.
ÒOkay!Ó Katie said. Then, a moment later, ÒOh, I canÕt! It wonÕt
come out! Even though I have to go very badly!Ó
ÒYes, it can,Ó I urged. I tickled her with light fingers in her slit.
ÒOh, nooooo!Ó Katie said. And then, suddenly, I felt a wetness
srping to my fingertips.
ÒSheÕs peeing!Ó I cried. A moment later I could feel a wet spot
spreading under my hip.
ÒThen we must all pee!Ó Jane cried. ÒRob, Nick, do your duty!Ó
ÒAhhhh, God! That feels good!Ó Nick said, and I sensed he must be
peeing also. I lay back, stilled my hand within KatieÕs wetting slit. I
felt JaneÕs fingers plying within my own muff.
ÒHere goes,Ó I breathed. For a moment nothing came and then,
irritated by JaneÕs prying, I let her have it.
PISSSSS! I felt my cuntlips release all my glassfuls of juice.
ÒOh, you are wetting!Ó Jane cried. I felt her fingertips, within my
dell, wetten on my pee. I felt across her tummy, down between her
legs. She pissed on my fingertips.
ÒOh, I can feel you. YouÕre peeing too!Ó I cried.
ÒYes,Ó Jane said. ÒWe are all peeing now. Are you peeing,
honey?Ó she asked her husband.
ÒUh, here goes,Ó Rob said.
ÒYes! HeÕs wetting. Oh, god! Such a big cock, and heÕs wetting the
bed with it!Ó Jane said.
ÒMmmm,Ó I breathed. The bed felt quite wet under me now. I
continued to piss, and wished I was next to Nick, so I could feel him
pee. Or, better yet, next to Rob.
ÒIs Nick peeing?Ó I asked Katie.
ÒYes, heÕs peeing and itÕs getting the bed all wet!Ó Katie said.
ÒIÕll have to wash my hair again if he pees any more. Stop, you!Ó she
told Nick.
ÒNot a chance,Ó Nick answered.
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