ÒOh, and put this on too,Ó Annette said. She smirked. She handed
him a flanged plug.
ÒWhat the fuck?Ó Chip asked. ÒThis is... IÕve seen one of these...
this is a butt plug!Ó
ÒJust shove it in. ThereÕs some lube in the dressing room if you need
it,Ó Annette said.
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Issue No. 164
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Beach Western
Chapter One
"I'm going to hate you forever for this," Ashlee said to Paul. Rose
walked up to her and whipped a blindfold from her belt. She bent forward
and tied the blindfold around Ashlee's eyes. The last thing Ashlee saw
was Rose's ample cleavage, only partly obscured by her black see-through
blouse. Alisha wore an identical blouse, but it was even more translucent.
In addition to that Alisha's breasts pressed up tightly against the fabric
of her blouse, while Rose's had a little room to jiggle around.
Alisha was blindfolded next. Then a pacifier of rather large
proportions was introduced to Ashlee's mouth. Ashlee, of course, could
only guess what it was. It felt much like a pacifier, but was considerably
larger. When she got a chance to look at it later she found that the
pacifier handle was the same size as any baby's pacifier handle. Only the
part going into the mouth was bigger.
"What's this?" Ashlee asked through the pacifier.
"It's an anal plug," Rose said.
"Bleack!" Ashlee said, and spit it out. But it only fell into Rose's
palm, and was promptly reinserted. To ensure that it remained where it
ought Rose drew forth a slim black ribbon. She passed it through the
pacifier handle and tied it tightly behind Ashlee's head, like a gag.
"Don't worry, it's been thoroughly washed," Rose said. "I take very
good care of my girls. Now obey, or your bottom will wish you had." Rose
took each girl by the hand and made them stand.
"Paul? A bit of riding for the girls, please, to exercise them."
"Yes, ma'am," Paul replied. He took the girls hands from Rose and led
them to the rear of the stable. He talked as they went, telling them that
he would gently mount them on a horse and lead them through the night so
they might get a bit of air before their next adventure.
At the back of the stable each girl was made to step up into a
stirrup. It hung from the horse they were to ride. Alisha went first,
followed by Ashlee. As each girl's foot found the stirrup in turn, Paul
pushed her up the rest of the way. His palms no doubt relished pushing on
each girl's bottom.
Ashlee found herself mounted bareback on the horse behind Alisha.
Actually the girls were not entirely bareback. The stirrups hung from a
velvet cloth draped over the horse. Ashlee had never ridden a horse before.
She wrapped her arms tight around Alisha's slim waist and hung on for
dear life. Paul led the horse out a back door. The music of crickets came
to Ashlee's ears. She guessed they were in a pasture.
Ashlee felt perfectly ridiculous bouncing along on a horse with a
blindfold round her eyes and a pacifier in her mouth. She straightened up
as she got used to the slow canter of the steed. Her breasts bounced
freely, their nipples stung by the cool night air. In front, unseen by
Ashlee, Paul had pulled apart the unbuttoned halves of Alisha's blouse as
he mounted her, baring her breasts as well. Paul walked alongside the
girls now, leading their horse, admiring the twin pairs of bosoms as the
jiggled, comparing them. Each was a succulent sight.
Paul began running, perhaps in an attempt to tame the growing
erection in his tight pants. The horse was brought along, and the girls
atop it. Ashlee, afraid, hunkered down once more and pressed herself
against Alisha's back. Alisha was unafraid, and whooped and hollered as
Paul led them at a near-gallop. The girls' bottoms bounced upon the velvet
cover, jiggling their nether cheeks and making the contact of their labia
lips against the velvet all the more enjoyable. They rode as modern
women, of course, with their legs splayed over the back of the equine.
The horse cantered back up to the barn. Alisha was let off, but Paul
made Ashlee remain. He told the blonde he wished to give her private
lessons. Ashlee shivered against the night. In her mind's eye she could
see his big phallus straining against his pants. Ashlee heard Rose
murmuring. Unseen by the girl, Rose passed her riding crop to Paul.
Ashlee was led off into the forest. A cool breeze rustled the
branches of the trees that formed a canopy overhead, permitting the full
moon only an intermittent view of the delightful creatures below. Ashlee
thought she heard a cry emanate from the barn, in the distance. Was it of
pain, or pleasure. Sure-footed Paul walked beside her. He had begun their
intimate journey together very slowly, though now he had picked up the
pace a little. Ashlee felt like a sheltered princess. She wondered, though,
how sheltered the orifices of her body would remain. Already her mouth
had been violated. The stirring of the horse between her legs lured her
affections ever closer to surrender.
It was almost with relief that Ashlee heard Paul order her to stand.
A bit unsteadily, she lifted her thighs and bottom up off the horse. Cool
air washed over her vulva, relieving her of the musky rubbing of the
horse's torso but adding an airy, sensual tang all its own. Ashlee felt
afraid. She had never ridden a horse, and here she was being ordered to
stand up in its stirrups? The blonde leaned forward and clasped the
horse's neck tightly. She pressed her cheek against its mane. Yet, fearful
of Paul, she kept her legs straight. She was still standing in the stirrups
as he'd ordered, but she was bending over.
Paul walked along, admiring the full curves of Ashlee's bottom. It
stuck up and out, as if to moon the moon itself. Ashlee's legs, straight as
sticks, stretched in a vee down to the stirrups. Her back bent down to the
horse's neck at a rigid angle. Her glorious nude breasts quivered their
nipples against the horse's tawny back. Paul lifted the riding crop. He
gave Ashlee's bottom a light crack.
"Oww!" Ashlee cried. She leapt up from the horse's neck where she'd
sought comfort. Then, just as quickly, she plopped her bottom down on the
horse's back.
"Did I give you permission to sit down?" Paul asked the girl. She
answered with a muffled "No." Very reluctantly she rose again, her legs
shaking. Knees improvidently bent, she leaned forward once more to
snuggle the horse's mane. "Straighten those legs," Paul warned. Ashlee
obeyed, but snuffling arose from behind the plug. "One on each thigh," Paul
said. He whacked Ashlee's left thigh. The girl jerked. A muffled cry. A
tear ran down her cheek. Then the other thigh. Ashlee jerked again.
Another girl would have sat down at this point, but Ashlee remained,
either out of fear or petulance, resolutely standing. Paul led her on a bit
further, taunting the Gods in the Constellations with his prize.
"We'll go back now," Paul said to Ashlee. He turned the horse, yet
she remained standing in the stirrups, bottom high and defiant. Was she
daring him to hit her again? Paul did indeed find her bottom very
tempting. But he struck her no more.
"Sit," Paul said finally to Ashlee. The girl, however, continued to
hold her bottom aloft. "I said sit down," Paul said again. Still the
luscious moon stayed mounted in the sky. "Sit down!" Paul roared. He
heard a giggle from behind Ashlee's pacifier. It was mixed with the
snuffling of tears. In anger Paul jumped on the horse behind Ashlee. He
grasped her hips and shoved his own forward beneath hers. He tore open
his trousers and let his penis spring out into the night air, rock hard and
ready. Is this what the girl wanted? To be fucked atop her horse? Well,
he would give it to her. Now she'd have to sit down, right on his cock!
Paul was about to execute his desire when a tinkling sound came to his
ears. Then a wetness to his crotch. Ashlee was peeing into his pants! Her
urine struck the top of his phallic helmet, then ran in a rivulet down his
stem to collect inside his unzippered trousers. Paul gave a scream of
indignant surprise and jumped down from the horse. There were no pants
in the barn. He'd have to re-enter the mansion with wet pants or none at
all! Other guests, since arrived, would see him. The recalcitrant little
love slave had made him as much a figure of fun as she herself was
intended to be.
Paul huffed his displeasure out loud, grabbed the horse by its reins
and roughly drew it toward the barn. As if to exult in her victory, Ashlee
continued to bounce along with her bottom held aloft. It was no longer a
symbol of her victimization now, but a trophy to her prowess. Ashlee gave
a muffled laugh behind her pacifier gag.
"Oh, you naughty girl!" Rose said with a smile when Paul briefly told
her what had happened. Ashlee still stood in her stirrups. Rose reached up
and tugged at the tuft of Ashlee's pubic hair that adorned her opened
thighs. "Fetch me some water," Rose said to Alisha. The girl returned
with a bucket of lukewarm water and a sponge. Alisha held the bucket
before her, straining to pull it up to the level of her navel. The effort
caused her tongue to poke from the corner of her mouth. Rose lifted the
sponge from where it floated in the bucket. She daubed its wetness
between Ashlee's thighs, then down the inside of each one. She drew off
the velvet covering. The makeshift saddle had caught some drops of pee.
Then, having cleaned Ashlee, she drew the girl down off her horse. With an
air of tacit pride Rose undid Ashlee's blindfold. Ashlee's eyes opened onto
the world once more.
Rose was the first she saw. The woman's beautiful face, slightly
lined now after years of pleasure, regarded her as one would an
endearingly defiant pupil. Rose reached back and untied Ashlee's pacifier.
She popped it from the girl's mouth.
Ashlee, still relishing the return of her sight, turned her eyes to Alisha.
The brunette no longer had her blindfold or pacifier either. They had been
removed by Rose after her riding. When Alisha turned away, to return the
bucket to the barn, Ashlee saw that Alisha's pacifier was now firmly
lodged in her butt.
Ashlee turned her face away with a cry of surprise, mixed with
dismay. Her vision fell upon Paul. He was struggling out of his pee pants.
His penis arced out, throbbing, a work of art carved by some ancient
craftsman in ivory. At least that's how it looked, illuminated by the moon.
Ashlee couldn't help but gasp as she laid eyes on it. Simultaneously her
mind returned to the thought of the anal plug in Alisha. She looked once
more at the girl's retreating figure. It was just slipping into the barn
now, between two doors that stood slightly ajar. Alisha's pacifier,
trapped between her inrolling cheeks, seemed to wiggle a goodbye wave to
Ashlee.
Ashlee's hands retreated to her own bottom. Her long nailed
fingertips clawed at it involuntarily, briefly separating her own cheeks.
It was as if she were cathartically experiencing Alisha's plight. But
Ashlee had no need to imagine the fate of Alisha's bottom. Her eyes,
darting to the right, regarded her own pacifier, wet with her own slippery
saliva. For the first time she noticed someone had laid a soft, clean towel
over a nearby tree stump. Rose beckoned her. In her high heels Ashlee
followed, hands still shyly caressing her nether cheeks. "Kneel down,"
Rose said softly, politely, as if doing no more than seating Ashlee at a
banquet.
"But, but," Ashlee protested.
"Shhh, if it's too tight we'll add vaseline," Rose said, putting a finger
to Ashlee's lips.
"But you don't understand," Ashlee pleaded. Paul put a firm hand to
her shoulder and roughly forced her to her knees. Ashlee looked steadily
at the butt plug. She brushed back her long locks. Then she bent forward,
doubling herself over the blanketed tree trunk. On the other side of the
trunk, at its base, someone had conveniently nailed in small, horizontal,
iron handles. Once gracing some warehouse window, they now served a
much loftier (or, as one would have it, a much baser) purpose. Ashlee
gripped the handles as Rose gripped her bottom. Paul knelt down beside
her, his penis waggling. He extended his hand and pushed it between the
lips of Ashlee's mouth. Ashlee bit down.
Flicking nails came to the very sphincter of Ashlee's anus. Rose had
wet her fingers with her tongue, and now Rose's saliva was put to
lubricating Ashlee's most intimate orifice. A moment later Ashlee felt a
knob of wet latex push at her asshole. How amazing to feel something
attempting to go up it, rather than down! In, in pushed the knob, refusing
to take "no" for an answer from Ashlee's anus.
"Don't tighten yourself, dear," Rose advised gently. "It only makes it
harder for all of us." Ashlee tried to relax, if only to make her ordeal go
more smoothly. But relaxing when someone was introducing something to
one's bottom for the first time in one's life was not easy! Ashlee's hips
bucked involuntarily.
Rose straightened in her kneeling posture behind Ashlee. Her face
had a careworn look, as of a midwife trying to deliver a baby. Rose
brushed back her hair and looked at Paul.
"We'll need the vaseline," Rose said to Paul. Paul turned his head and
called to the barn.
"Alisha! Bring some vaseline!" Paul bellowed.
What strange thoughts go through one's mind as one hunches over
naked, waiting for lubrication for one's anus! Ashlee felt like Christ about
to be crucified. Little shivers ran through her body. Rose kept her butt
cheeks spread with her fingers. The woman touched up her anus with the
blunt end of the pacifier, nosing the knob impatiently against her
sphincter. Ashlee bucked her hips involuntarily, like a calf waiting to be
branded.
Then the bottle came. Ashlee looked up with tremulous eyes, met
Alisha's gaze as the brunette brought out the vaseline. Alisha seemed
mostly concerned with not tripping in her high heels, however. Ashlee
wondered how many other girls Alisha had brought out bottles for? It was
incredible that a girl of only 17 could be so nonchalant about what was
transpiring. Alisha flipped back her hair as she bent over to deliver the
bottle to Rose. Ashlee half expected to see Alisha blow a bubble with
bubble gum, so carefree did she seem.
"May I watch?" Alisha implored Rose.
"Only if you help," Rose replied. "This girl is tight. Too tight for
such a beautiful 18-year-old. Where have you been staying all your life,
dear? In a convent?"
Alisha bent over Ashlee's back. From somewhere, some secret
recess in her mouth, chewing gum suddenly made an appearance. She began
chewing on it, loudly it seemed, as she pried apart the halves of Ashlee's
ass.
A bubble popped behind Ashlee. The sound of the popping gum served
as an anxious prelude to the popping of her anal cherry.
GOLLIWOGG
Copyright 1996 by Alan Freer
REVELATION II
--For Paul
Huddled inside the pupa, Wogg
writhes within his molting shell . . .
tears skin-like leprous flesh--
bursts the cocoon
emerges mouldy wet.
Curious
the mutated Wogg shambles
to a mirror in Narcissus fashion
gazes at alter-ego-reincarnate--
*breaks poet/speaker barrier:*
i am
the Golliwogg:
the facade of my darkest self
through disguise i reach for help,
but the mask camouflages too well
that which should not be seen.
So here
i hide within your breast
the i alone
the i shall die
yet the mask remain
the cocoon.
AND IN THE END...
AMERICAÕS WAR ON DRUGS
ÒMust one not assert that it has ultimately proved itself a hundred
times more dangerous in its effects than the sickness it was supposed
to cure?Ó
- Nietzsche
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