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Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
A Party for Perversion
Chapter Four
"Don't do me, I'll come for sure," Peter cautioned, excitement on his
every breath. "Do it up her bottomhole." Miriam obeyed, creaming her
finger and then gently wiggling it into Lori's bottom. The head of Peter's
throbbing penis brushed her wrist repeatedly as Miriam worked her finger
up Lori. Finally the girl was creamed as well as she could be, given the
constricting environs, and Peter began to work the crest of his penis into
her anus. It was slow, tedious work, but Peter was glad of that as he
needed time to try to cool himself down before engaging Lori's tight
rectum.
Miriam placed her creamy palm on the ever-extending rod on the
horsey and laved it with glistening white goo. Lori, despite her
apprehension, was growing visibly weary. She could not keep her pussy up
in the air much longer. Peter's hands were still at her bottom cheeks,
prying them apart. Lori hoped when Peter had breached her anal sphincter
he might provide some support to her thighs, keeping her bottom up in the
air so that it would not have to take the grisly rod rising from the saddle.
Miriam started by creaming the head of the rod, knowing as she did
that it would be the first to breach Lori's labia and, due to the length of
the rod, it could not be escaped. As Miriam proceeded down the shaft she
noticed the rod pushing against Lori's labia lips. The rod was now nearing
full extension, and it could be escaped no longer. Lori stretched her legs
as much as she could, but there was no resisting the rod. Lori tried
moving her crotch to the side, or frontward, or backward, but she could
not escape the pressure of the rod and had to assent to letting it go up the
only place it could. Peter pulled Lori back against him, and the rod
pressed insistently into the top of her upper thigh, finally forcing her to
slide back directly over it where it could gain entry to her vagina. The rod
was almost painful as it pressed upon her labia lips, then suddenly Lori
was right over it and it pressed home into the crevice of her little love
pouch.
Lori gasped, her eyes wide. The rod was now sliding greasily up her,
while Peter toiled at her bottom. His head was now in, and he was forcing
his shaft in behind it. Lori was able to pull his hands from her bottom
cheeks and put them beneath her thighs, were he could support her weight
and protect her from the full length of the horse's artificial rod. Peter
thrust his hips forward, using them in an attempt to support Lori as well.
He himself was not too sure about the horse's rod, although it did have the
delightful effect of actually encouraging Lori to have him press himself in
as close as he could to her. Peter wondered if Miriam had arranged for
Lori to choose the horse to cause her to provide the maximum assistance
to her own anal deflowering. It was quite unusual for a girl this tight to
actually be assisting the man up her bottom. Normally such a girl would
have wailed and protested and done her best to fend such an entry off.
Now, however, Lori needed Peter's support to stay off the more horrid
prospect of being impaled on the horse's penis.
By now Mike was at Alison's pussy, pressing his hips in to her as he
entered her vaginally. He had even removed her nipple clamps, though only
to allow himself to suck upon her little pink buds. Dry melted wax trailed
over Alison's body where Mike had dripped hot candle wax on her.
Miriam gently frigged Roger as they watched the spectacle of the
three young couples unfold before them. Each man was zealously plugging
his appointed girl, and the girl, whether she would have rather flirted
some more or not, was receiving. Suddenly Miriam decided to give an
enema to Peter as he continued working his way up Lori.
"Try not to come," Miriam said to Peter a few minutes later as she
introduced a well oiled cone between his buttocks. Peter found the
sensation both tantalizing and painful, but was intent on entering Lori's
bottom and could do little to stop Miriam. Peter could have pulled himself
out of Lori and driven Miriam off, but he did not want to give up the
progress he had already achieved. He knew he could not stave up coming
much longer, and wanted to be as far up Lori as possible when that
inevitable moment arrived.
Mike cried out as he orgasmed, followed closely by Jake. This
obviously did little to assist Peter to keep from coming himself.
"You're the best," Miriam whispered in Peter's ear. "You've lasted the
longest." Peter was stunned at this, as he was the youngest and least
experienced in sexual matters. But somehow he had held onto his seed the
longest. Miriam was still working the cone up Peter's buttocks, which
were clenched due to his continued striving to fully enter Lori, when the
woman cupped Peter's testicles. She squeezed them gently and urged him
to ejaculate.
"She's taken all she can of you," Miriam breathed to Peter. "Come in
her and make her feel the hot juices of your loins." No doubt Miriam knew
Lori's limits and did not want to see Peter hurt her. Peter gave a small,
final thrust and suddenly began expelling his sperm. Lori flung back her
head as she felt the hot seed flood her rectum. She gave out a cry, muffled
by the bit. Miriam rubbed Peter's balls and with her other hand gave a few
final, futile prods on the enema, still unable to work much more than its
pointed tip inside him.
Chapter Five
The girls were gently helped out of their respective restraints. They
stood shakily, Lori being the most deprived of her ability to stand upright
due to her inexperience and the assault she had suffered at both her
portals. Jane, despite her relative experience compared to Lori and
Alison, also required some support. She was greatly aided by the fact that
she was not at the moment in heels, but Jake's stupendous penis up her
bottom had nonetheless left her less than fully able to obtain her balance.
The girls were walked by their respective males over to a wooden bench
set against the wall.
With the help of their mates the girls tenderly lowered their
bottoms to the hard, unvarnished wood. Miriam, who had momentarily
disappeared, returned with a silver tray piled with little croissants.
Roger appeared behind her, his penis still waggling stiffly, armed with a
bottle of expensive wine and delicate little glasses. Except for Roger, the
men were all momentarily spent. The girls, however, due to the bizarre
nature of their circumstances, had taken about all the cock they wished
for at the moment. None of them asked Roger if he wanted to be relieved.
"It was so weird, looking down at the floor of the basement!" Jane
explained. The girls still wore their cute little corsets with the dangling
garters and matching ribbons. Perhaps later in the evening the girls would
be asked to don stockings, to which their garters could be affixed. That at
least had been the original idea. But none of the men could deny that as
they currently were, unattached to anything, the loose garters dangling
around the girls' little pussies were a breathtaking sight.
Due to their close fitting nature the corsets required no straps,
leaving the girls' breasts and shoulders totally bare. At the moment,
however, each of the girls' bosoms were still encased in a black spandex
bra, leaving only her nipples to protrude. Often if a girl is wearing a bra a
man will undo it as he fucks her. In the "recalcitrant room," however,
things did not always proceed in the usual way. Peter had been too busy
prying open Lori's bottom and supporting her hips above the horse's
artificial penis to undo her bra. Jake had been largely preoccupied with
getting himself up Jane's bottom and had only taken to her breasts in the
final moments of copulation, when he found delight in tugging at her
nipples where they protruded through her bra. Mike had been delighted
with the visual effect of the nipple clamps on Alison. The tiny clamps,
just large enough to clasp the bud of an erect nipple, had waggled to and
fro above the swath of jiggling black spandex as Mike fucked Jake's bride.
The discomfort which the clamps caused Alison also proved a perverse
delight to Mike. So he had left Alison's breasts captive to the clamps and
spandex
The poor blonde's nipples were still clamped as she sat now upon the
bench. Suddenly remembering their irksome presence, she looked down at
them through her tangled mane and gave a tentative flick to one of them.
"Mike, would you PLEASE take these off?" Alison whined. "They
hurt!"
"You look like you could do with a pair," Jake joked to Jane,
implicitly condoning their use on his bride-to-be.
"No thanks," Jane said.
"Me neither!" Lori cried.
"Now girls, that's the whole purpose of your visit here, to experience
what you might not want to if you were allowed the freedom to choose,"
Miriam said demurely. She settled beside Alison, still in her jet black
cire dress, and carefully undid the clasp from each nipple. Alison let out a
sigh and slumped back against the cold stone wall of the room. The other
two girls and the men leaned in to inspect her nipples. They were still
erect, as Alison was still shuddering with the after-effects of desire in
such strange surroundings.
"Please don't touch them," Alison breathed as Jane's finger passed
lightly over one of them. Despite Alison's complaining, however, and
except for a slight reddish indentation at the base, the pink nipples
appeared as perky as ever. The men, who had been sitting on a small
coarse throw rug on the chilly stone floor, dropped from their knees back
onto their buttocks. Roger popped open the bottle of wine.
Lori, apparently hoping to dissuade any undue interest in her own
nipples, reached behind herself and undid her spandex bra. There was no
protest from any of the males as she shook her breasts free, although
Miriam seemed slightly miffed that the girl would undress without her
permission. Alison, sensing that Miriam still wished to play ringleader
(this being in fact her own store), did not attempt to remove her bra. Jane
appeared to want to vie for the part of dominatrix, however. Seeing that
Lori's schoolgirlish initiative had the effect of draining off some of
Miriam's power, Jane turned to Alison and told her to present her with her
back. Alison felt like a sheep caught between a wolf and a tiger.
Miriam, who had been distributing croissants, left off without
serving Roger and walked over to a small wooden cabinet. About her
wrists and upper arms were several slim silver bands, and one of these
held an assortment of tiny keys. Miriam fitted one of the keys into a slot
in the cabinet and opened a drawer. A moment later she was back before
the group, perched on a small wooden stool which Roger had just dragged
over for himself. Wordlessly Miriam placed herself upon the stool, leaving
Roger standing. She rested a little case on her knees and opened it. The
rest of the company could not see what was inside, the opened lid blocking
their view. But a moment later Miriam took out several pieces and
assembled them into a cat o' nine tails. Jane, who was just unhooking
Alison's bra (the blonde having been less than enthusiastic to cross
Miriam, despite her wish to be free), looked over at Miriam with wide
eyes.
"You're suddenly quiet," Jane said to Miriam. Jane swallowed visibly.
Alison daintily pulled the spandex off herself and deposited it in a heap on
the floor. She looked down at her bosoms and clasped them with her soft
palms and rubbed them.
"Roger, have the drinks been served?" Miriam said, ignoring Jane.
"Uh, almost ma'am," Roger said. Actually he had poured himself a
glass, swallowed it, and then gone for the stool in hopes of sitting down
and devouring the bottle himself. Roger was a wine connoisseur, and this
was the best wine he had tasted in quite some time. He wondered how
much it was worth.
"AÑam I being charged for the wine?" Roger asked.
"You are being billed for everything, my dear, including my services,"
Jane said primly. She gave a flick with the now assembled cat o' nine
tails and looked up at Jane with a smile. The brunette was now taking off
her own bra, and kept her eyes down except for a quick glance at Miriam.
The black haired lady accepted a glass of liquor from Roger and slowly
sipped it.
Roger's penis waggled in the faces of Lori, Jane, and Alison as he
served them. Perhaps to spite Miriam, Jane tilted her face forward and
took a quick, gentle bite upon the tip of Roger's cock before letting him
pass.
Lori, perhaps due to unfamiliarity with liquor, extended her tongue
into her glass and swirled it around in the wine.
"What are you doing?" Jane asked. The brunette was now divested of
her bra, and sat between her two companions in only her corset.
"I'm just tasting," Lori answered. She licked her lips. "Mmm, this is
good!" Yet Lori did not drink the wine. The petite blonde was, in fact, still
a child, eager to play at taking orders for wine and even mixing the drinks
(as best she could), but when it came to downing the substance she clearly
was not yet a devotee.
"That's why you're paying for the refreshments," Miriam said under
her breath to Roger. Roger grinned. Miriam was an O.K. sort, great for
hosting parties in the finest of style, and even enjoyed breaking in novices
on occasion, but clearly in her opinion men should pay much more attention
to sophisticated women like herself and much less to nubile lasses like
Lori. Or Alison or even Jane, for that matter. It had not gone unnoticed to
Miriam that the men had fucked the young girls before her rather than
herself. And Lori still wore her expensive diamond earrings which Roger
had bought her, something the man had never done for Miriam. The older
woman realized, however, that if she was to enjoy the rest of the evening
as she intended to she must win the girls back to her.
"I was married before, you know, but my husband died," Miriam said
to the girls. "Have any of you been married yet?"
"Oh no," Jane and Alison answered, then looked meaningfully at their
paramours. "But we will be soon."
"This is sort of a pre-honeymoon for us," Mike interjected.
"Jake and Mike have been really busy in their jobs lately," Alison
answered.
"Neither of us have time right now to take off from work and get
married and go away and all, but we thought we'd spend the weekend sort
of getting to know each other andÑ" Jake said.
"And each other's genitals?" Miriam said, flipping Jake's all too
modest remarks into the obscene.
"Well, yeah," Jake said. "Basically we just wanted to have some fun."
"Let off some steam," Mike said.
"In a major way," Alison giggled.
Miriam chuckled. She told Roger to refill everyone's glasses.
The girls sat sipping their wine, with wary glances at the various
pieces of equipment sitting around them. It was like being in a Nautilus
fitness center, except here the machines were designed for the fitness (if
it could be called that) of one's loins. The girls glanced at the slowly
hardening penises of their male counterparts and realized that when the
men were erect again they would once more be put to lewd purposes. This
thought seemed to dawn simultaneously to the females, and caused Jane to
cross her legs. Despite her nudity Jane seemed to want to appear formal,
probably in imitation of the still clothed Miriam. Alison, on the other
hand, seemed to take a perverse delight in the situation, visibly allowing
her thighs to slide wide apart and expose her delicate labia lips. Lori, on
the other hand, was girlishly unaware of her own body's positioning,
squirming this way and that as she played with her wine. The young teen
dipped her croissant in the wine and bit into its wetted exterior, spilling
crumbs on herself as she made little happy gurgling sounds and smiled at
the men. Nonetheless even Lori had her moments of silence, her eyes
furtively glancing at the complicated array of tortuous objects around her
and obviously wondering which one she might next be bound to.
"When you girls are finished refreshing yourselves I would like you
to strip completely naked," Miriam said. "Except, perhaps, for masks."
"I thought we were going home after this," Alison said, a soft look in
her eyes, brushing a few loose strands from before them.
"From the size of your men's penises I think they might not want you
to," Miriam responded. This statement in itself caused the men's dicks to
grow another half inch. Roger, standing at the moment, thrust his penis
toward Miriam and she took it and gently massaged it.
"You've been awfully generous with your little friend," Miriam said
to Roger, indicating Lori, who seemed to be smitten with Peter.
"Yes, my dear, but I think now she should be forced to take some
other man," Roger said.
"They all should be," Miriam replied. "Peter, whom do you prefer?"
"You mean, besides Lori?" Peter asked.
"Yes, besides her," Miriam smiled.
"I guess, I guess," Peter glanced between Alison's legs. "I guess
Alison." Miriam masked her desired response. She had wished Peter would
choose her.
"And you, Jake?" Miriam asked.
"Lori, obviously," Jake said. "If she can take Peter she should be able
to take me."
"Not in my BOTTOM again!" Lori cried. She gave a pout.
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