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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
LABORS OF LOVE
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Chapter One
They met shortly after dark, so the neighbors would be less
observant. Checking his necktie, Chip rang the doorbell. He straightened
his sport coat. It was a large house, and it took a moment for any sound or
lights to awaken within in response to his pressing the bell. Chip glanced
over his shoulder at his Corvette. It stood about 20 feet away. The
houseÕs front yard was more for show than for depth. But it was a big,
expensive two-story house. People preferred to spend their money on
house rather than yard in this neighborhood.
Chip waited. He did not wish to ring again. But he glanced sideways
at one of the big display windows by the front door, modestly shrouded
within by a curtain. Then, as if in answer to his anxious glance, the
curtain illuminated. A light had been turned on within. He thought he
heard footsteps. Suddenly, as if emerging from some silent tomb, like a
liberated princess, the woman answered. Chip broke into an immediate
smile and she smiled back.
ÒHi, chip,Ó Annette said. Her eyes twinkled. She was a petite
blonde, but with a generous bosom and curvy hips beneath her wasp-like
waist. Her eyes scanned his physique as if looking for something. Chip
tried not to stare at her low-cut blouse and was successful, at least
momentarily. Annette wore a peasant blouse. It showed off the brown
tanned skin of her thin fragile shoulders as well as the upper curve of her
breasts. Annette drew Chip indoors and closed the door quickly behind
him.
ÒHi, Annette,Ó Chip replied inside the foyer. In saying hello to her,
Chip inadventently let his eyes fall to her bosom. The overhead light in
the foyer cast a rich glow onto her breasts. They were sumptuous, lily-
white, full and firm, bouncing with every movement she made. Annette,
safe in her own house, wore no bra.
Chip cleared his thoat and felt an immediate erection pop into his
pants. He was young and it was uncomfortable. He wished he could
control himself better. Annette, being petite, had no trouble scanning his
trousers below his belt. She noticed ChipÕs hard-on and her taking note of
it, with a little flick of her tongue across her lips, made poor Chip even
harder. Then Annette, pretending quite sweetly as if sheÕd seen nothing at
all, took ChipÕs hand.
ÒCome, I want you to meet my husband!Ó she smiled. They walked
together from the tiled foyer into a carpeted living room. Beyond that was
a den and, standing with his back to them, pouring himself a drink, Chip
saw him. He was as tall as Chip but with broader shoulders. He had on an
expensive pair of slacks and a shirt, but no coat. ÒDear, ChipÕs here.Ó
ÒAh, yes, how nice to meet you, Chip. IÕm Dave,Ó AnnetteÕs husband
said. He turned and for a moment Chip thought he had been introduced to
Sean Connery, for the man looked very much like him, although he would
have been the Bond-Connery, young and lacking a beard. But he was at
least a decade older than Chip.
ÒPleased to meet you,Ó Chip said. He almost added ÒSirÓ from his
four-year stint in the military but he but it off at the last moment. Dave
extended his hand and Chip took it and they shared a warm handshake.
ÒI understand you met my wife at the health club?Ó Dave asked. He
stirred his drink and then took a swallow. Annette, still holding ChipÕs
hand, squeezed it.
ÒUh, yeah,Ó Chip replied. ÒI lift weights a lot. I finally have time
now that IÕm out of the military.Ó
ÒExcellent,Ó Dave said. ÒWeÕll have to lift together sometime. You
look like you could add some extra pounds if you keep it up.Ó Dave, not
quite able to check his pride at his own physique, flexed his shoulders.
ÒYeah, IÕm kinda skinny, but I guess with my broad shoulders...
yÕknow,Ó Chip felt embarrassed talking about his goals.
ÒThe next Arnold Schwarzennegger IÕm sure,Ó Dave said. He grinned.
ÒDrink?Ó
ÒJust a beer,Ó Chip answered.
ÒThereÕs some excellent Blue Boar Pale Ale in the fridge, by
Weinhard,Ó Dave suggested. ÒWhy donÕt you get it, honey?Ó Dave looked at
his wife.
ÒSure,Ó she smiled. Annette turned and sashayed quickly from the
room. Chip watched her depart, open-mouthed. She wore a short skirt and
every flick of her sexy ass threatened to show her undies. Chip caught a
glimpse of them; modest white schoolgirl undies that he had to laugh at a
little, for their plans for the evening were most immodest indeed.
ÒYou have a great wife,Ó Chip said when Annette was gone.
ÒThanks,Ó Dave replied. He hadnÕt failed to notice ChipÕs condition
below the belt when the young man entered the room. He knew the younger
male wasnÕt sporting a bulge in his crotch for him.
ÒYouÕre not married?Ó Dave asked.
ÒNo. I just got out of the Army,Ó Chip answered.
ÒYes. Right. Keep you busy, do they?Ó
ÒI was in Bosnia two years, then, well, just busy and stuff, I guess,Ó
Chip answered.
ÒAnd shy,Ó Dave thought. But he didnÕt say it, for a soft-spoken
addition to his relationship with Annette was just what the two of them
wanted. Someone young, not pushy, someone whom they could both enjoy
sharing their love life with and then who would have the courtesy to
excuse himself.
ÒHereÕs your beer,Ó Annette said. She bounced back into the room,
her shoulder-length blonde curls dancing and her bosom, so discreetly but
deliciously displayed, shaking and quivering with her every step.
ÒThanks,Ó Chip smiled. The beer was already open and he took a
quick swig. It was sweet. He hadnÕt had much time for drinking beer in
the army, being underage three out of his four years of his stint. He still
wasnÕt terribly used to the taste.
ÒWere you guys talking about me?Ó Annette asked. She seemed to
love being the center of attention.
ÒNot actually, dear,Ó Dave said in a voice that seemed to scold her a
little.
ÒWell, dinnerÕs ready, anyway,Ó Annette said. She bowed her head a
little to show she didnÕt wish to be pushy.
ÒThen letÕs eat! IÕm starving,Ó Dave said. ÒChip?Ó
ÒSure,Ó Chip replied. But inside his stomach was all tied up in knots
for he hadnÕt gotten laid since leaving the army. Annette took his hand
sympathetically. He smiled at her and Dave waited for them to go ahead.
She gave him a tug and he let her lead him into the dining room.
Gallantly Chip seated Annette. Dave watched. Then the two men sat
down. Dave was favored with the head of the table, as the master of the
house. Annette sat right around the corner from him, and next to her, like
an eldest son, was Chip. He glanced again at AnnetteÕs breasts and mused
that the woman was barely older than himself; perhaps a year younger.
She tossed her blonde curls back and reached for their salad. It was
Fennel and Endive Salad, with a light dressing of Wheat Beer. Carefully
Annette served Chip first, then her husband Dave. Finally she served
herself.
They ate quietly. Annette revealed that she was taking a class in
human anatomy at the local college.
ÒDoctor?Ó Chip asked, his mouth full.
ÒNo, IÕm just studying to be a dietician,Ó Annette answered. Chip
felt somehow relieved. Dave was an imposing presence enough.
ÒHow about you, Chip? Are you considering college?Ó Dave asked.
ÒSure,Ó Chip replied.
ÒAnnette can probably help you fill out the forms if you decide to
go.Ó
ÒThat would be great,Ó Chip answered.
ÒYouÕd make a great doctor,Ó Annette smiled at Chip.
ÒThanks,Ó Chip answered.
ÒMy husbandÕs a vice president at a bank,Ó Annette said.
ÒOh. Maybe IÕll need a loan to go to college,Ó Chip suggested.
ÒThe college would have that available,Ó Dave answered. ÒStudent
loan office.Ó
ÒOh yeah,Ó Chip said. He considered asking about a loan for a car, a
new car to replace his aging Camaro. But then he remembered that he was
being loaned something much more valuable this evening, if all the right
cards fell into place. He coughed and forked another bit of salad into his
mouth.
ÒAre you okay?Ó Annette asked.
ÒYeah,Ó Chip replied.
ÒDo you need another beer?Ó she asked.
ÒNo, really, I donÕt,Ó Chip answered. She seemed to sense his
nervousness and smiled. ÒDonÕt eat if you canÕt,Ó she whispered. She
squeezed his thigh with her small, pink-nailed hand.
ÒItÕs very good,Ó was all Chip could say in reply.
Dinner consisted of grilled pork tenderloin with golden ale gravy.
Chip wondered if all the beer was intended to loosen him up. He felt loose
enough, at least with regard to the decision they were all heading
towards. Just his stomach and his crotch were tight. The beer did taste
good, though.
ÒBetter than Budweiser,Ó he smiled at Dave.
ÒShe likes using beer on food,Ó Dave replied. ÒDoesnÕt drink much
out of the bottle, but likes it on her food.Ó
ÒYeah, great,Ó Chip replied. Annette took a small sip of Blue Boar.
Her bottle was mostly full. She savored the taste of it as if the boar
might have added something extra just for her.
ÒHave you ever tried swinging?Ó Dave asked as the meal wound down.
ÒNot really. Read about it in the Army, though. In Penthouse,Ó Chip
answered.
ÒOf course,Ó Dave replied. Annette giggled. She excused herself to
get their dessert and, for the moment, there was nothing but silence, the
two men, sitting apart, eating, looking down at their plates. Then annette
returned with jello parfaits.
ÒWe try some swinging now and then,Ó Dave said. Annette returned
to her seat and sexily began spooning her jello into her mouth. It was
topped with whipped cream and the cream got on her upper lip. She licked
it off, then spooned in more jello and reacquired the white cream
mustache. She licked her lips again.
ÒItÕs hard to find the right person,Ó Annette said. She looked up at
Chip with wide, innocent eyes, as if discussing some relativeÕs marriage.
Except they were discussing themselves, not someone else. And it hardly
fit within the PopeÕs definition of marriage.
ÒYeah, I guess so, but...Ó Chip let his voice trial off. He smiled
sheepishly at Annette and couldnÕt help admiring her exposed bosom.
ÒIt has to be someone handsome of course,Ó Annette said. ÒAnd not
some old fogey. Preferably not even someone DaveÕs age.Ó She shot a
glance at her husband. ÒSweet as he is.Ó Her eyes returned to Chip.
ÒWhen I saw you pumping iron, working so hard,Ó she smiled.
ÒI looked like just your type, eh?Ó Chip smiled.
Annette scrunched up her nose and returned to her jello. ÒWell, it
has to be someone who can Fuck,Ó she said in a sweet, schoolgirl voice. ÒI
mean, thatÕs mainly what heÕs for. DonÕt you agree, dear?Ó she asked her
husband. Sexily she plopped a big gob of jello on her tongue.
ÒYes, that most certainly,Ó Dave said. ÒBut of course sometimes we
invite a girl over, when itÕs my turn to have my fantasies realized. ItÕs
too bad that stewardess left.Ó
ÒOh, you!Ó Annette scolded her husband. She looked at Chip. ÒHe
makes me have sex with a GIRL! I donÕt really like it. Do you like seeing
two girls make love?Ó
ÒUh, well, in Penthouse I do,Ó Chip replied. His penis felt absolutely
engorged in his pants and he wondered if there was any way he could get
some room for himself in his trousers. He didnÕt want to reach down and
yank at his pants. It would seem so immature, doing that.
ÒSo what do you say, Chip?Ó Dave asked. ÒCare to spend the evening
with us?Ó
ÒSure, I guess so,Ó Chip said. He spooned jello into his mouth
without looking at either Dave or his wife.
ÒWell, dear, I guess we should show Chip our playroom, then,Ó
Annette suggested. ÒShould I do the dishes first?Ó
ÒNo, I donÕt think Chip would appreciate that,Ó Dave replied. Chip,
unable to stand the pain in his groin, reached down and yanked at his
crotch to try to give himself room.
ÒOh,Ó Annette said. She glanced at Chip. Her eyes seemed huge as
saucers and her mouth was a little O, like a rosebud waiting to be forced
to open into a rose.
Dave stood up. Chip glanced at the manÕs crotch and thought he saw
a slight bulge. Obviously ten extra years of sex helped a man keep himself
down until it was time. Chip stood up, expecting Annette to reach for his
hand. Instead, she sat like a little rabbit between the two risen men. She
stared at her jello but didnÕt spoon any more of it out of the glass.
ÒStand up, Annette,Ó Dave ordered his wife. ÒWeÕre not going down
without you.Ó
Chip, sensing she wished to be fey, reached out himself and stroked
her bare shoulders. He felt bashful but at the same time he sensed, like an
errant schoolboy, that he could pull down her blouse if he wished. He
found the sensation irresistible. Carefully pushing the sleeves of her
blouse further down her arms, as if asking permission, he then drew the
blouse down over her nipples. They popped out erect and hard as coral.
They were pink, pink as her glossy lips, with a touch of red.
Annette sat unmoving. Chip felt himself trembling. He reached
within the lowered blouse and hefted out AnnetteÕs gorgeous bosoms. He
squeezed them. They were delicious to touch and he wanted to bend down
and suck at them like a child.
Dave cleared his throat.
Quickly, as if afraid of his own desire, Chip pulled AnnetteÕs blouse
back up. He remembered once when heÕd been in a girlÕs bedroom and her
father had come motoring up the drive. TheyÕd been furtive, quickly
dressing, their love only half-complete.
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Chip said in a broken voice.
ÒItÕs okay, Chip,Ó Annette said. She clasped his hand to her bosom
before it could dart away. A silence followed, Annette still staring at her
half-eaten glass of jello, Chip cupping her nearest breast. As she held his
hand he began to palp the warm full globe beneath his fingers. It felt so
deliciously feminine. She held his hand, letting him feel her. Her blouse
remained a barrier between his hand and her breast but he had no trouble
feeling the perking of her nipple. He traced it with his fingers when he
was done squeezing the globe itself.
ÒYes, that feels nice,Ó Annette said suddenly. She slid his hand off
her bosom and stood up quickly. She glanced down at herself and
straightened her peasant blouse, holding it where it covered her breasts
and pulling it up a little to keep herself modest. Her fingers were small,
like little darts. Her nails were sharp. Watching her, Chip wondered if her
nails might tear open the front of her blouse, but they didnÕt. She handled
her blouse by its upper hem, carefully.
ÒChip,Ó Dave said, as the two men waited chivalrously for the only
female between them to straighten her blouse. ÒThere may be a little pain
involved in our lovemaking.Ó
ÒIÕm already in pain,Ó Chip replied. He was full in the front of his
trousers and he knew Dave could easily see how erect he was in his jeans.
Dave pointedly cast his eyes to ChipÕs groin.
ÒYes, well, obviously thatÕs got to be a little painful,Ó Dave agreed.
ÒBut I mean imposed pain, you know, bondage and stuff,Ó Dave said.
ÒI-I think I can handle it,Ó Chip replied. He looked with mesmerized
eyes at Annette, who still stood with her back to them, at her place at the
table, straightening her blouse. She was fixing her sleeves now, pulled
down by Chip. Suddenly she dropped her hands and spun about, her curls
flying. She smiled at Chip.
ÒYouÕll like our basement,Ó she said. She glanced at his trousers.
ÒMy youÕre big. IÕd unzip you but I donÕt want you drooling all over my
carpet.Ó
ÒYeah. Thanks,Ó Chip answered. He felt a little like he was in a
daze, with such a luscious babe standing in front of him, obviously sexy
and not minding the least his big impolite boner.
The three of them drifted out of the dining room. There was a sense
of urgency and yet they moved languidly. Annette took ChipÕs hand to
reassure him. Yet she seemed to seek a bit of reassurance from him,
perhaps that she was acceptable, and Chip squeezed her hand to let her
know she was the finest creature heÕd yet laid eyes on in his 21 years.
ÒHow old are you?Ó Chip asked suddenly as Dave opened a door and
let them pass.
Ò20, not legal to drink yet,Ó Annette sighed. Then she smiled. Her
breath was a sweet mixture of jello and beer. She tugged on ChipÕs hand
and he needed little encouragement to walk with her down a steep flight
of stairs. As they took the first steps Dave, behind them, flicked on a
light downstairs.
ChipÕs eyes nearly popped out to the size of his groin when he saw
what Annette and Dave had waiting for him. It was a dungeon, not a
basement. All around the room he saw equipment of various types, like an
exercise room. But the machines were made of wood and leather, and had
chains attached, and straps. In one corner pillows and cushions were
piled, as if to give a resting place to the weary. On the opposite side of
the room, offering up a plume of steam, a jaccuzzi could be heard bubbling.
Chip saw no bed, but he suspected a male rarely escaped this room without
leaving something behind. In fact, when Annette squeezed his hand he
almost put something right into his pants.
Annette let go of ChipÕs hand and walked over to a small bench.
There, piled neatly, appeared to be some bits of fabric. She was joined by
Dave, and the two of them fussed for a moment, choosing first one bit of
fabric and then another. Finally Annette walked over to Chip.
ÒHere,Ó she said. She extended her palm to him. Draped within it
was an inconsequential bit of nylon. ÒTake everything off and put this on,Ó
she said.
Chip gaped at the little item cupped in her palm. Slowly he raised
his hands and lifted from her outstretched hand what turned out to be a
minimal jockstrap. It was too small to be a swimsuit, but nonetheless it
had a flowery pattern on it. Poinsettas, backed with ocean blue. The
jockstrap-swimsuit had a thong back. Unlike a jock, it lacked the
additional straps that circled the thighs. Instead there was merely a
waistband, less than an inch wide. Hanging down from that was a pouch,
much too small for his penis, though Chip realized he was expected to try
to stuff himself in anyway. Extending back from the barely-there pouch
was a thong, which no doubt, in some fantasy, expected to cover his
bulging balls and then run up between his buttcheeks to rejoin his
waistband at the back.
ÒHow am I supposed to get into this thing?Ó Chip asked. He shook
the suit and hoped that a bigger pouch would somehow fall out for his dick
to fit into.
ÒThatÕs your problem, sweetie. You should see what I have to wear,Ó
Annette smiled. ÒAt least you donÕt have to tie any bows.Ó
ÒI hope not,Ó Chip said. ÒAltough a bow would no doubt double the
amount of material I have to work with.Ó His cock felt painfully engorged
and he tugged at the nylon pouch. At least it wouldnÕt be as imprisoning as
his damn Levis jeans.
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.
ÒI told you it would be a little bit painful, Chip,Ó Dave said. He was
still at the bench. He was holding a pair of black lycra slacks for himself.
ÒBut, sir,Ó Chip stammered.
ÒYouÕll hardly feel it when youÕve got yourself up my wife,Ó Dave
replied.
ÒIt actually makes the act of doing it more enjoyable,Ó Annette
whispered.
ÒDamn. It wonÕt make me... gay or anything... will it?Ó Chip asked.
His voice came out in a broken soprano, like a 15-year-old.
ÒNot at all,Ó Dave reassured him.
Annette smiled and pinched ChipÕs thigh encouragingly. Her eyes
begged him to be a good sport.
ÒShit,Ó Chip swore. But he turned away, Annette beaming after him,
still holding the plug as well as the nylon swimsuit.
ÒYour dressing roomÕs over there,Ó Annette said. She gave his ass a
playful slap. ÒHurry, we want to start playing!Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Chip agreed. He walked over to the place Annette had
indicated. There was a simple curtain, covering what appeared to be an
alcove in the wall. He pushed back the curtain and saw it was a small
alcove, with a wooden bench, a mirror, and a hook in the wall for his
clothes.
Chip spun his head about one last time, anxiously, but saw that
Annette and Dave were already retreating into separate dressing rooms of
their own, near to the bench where the clothes had been laid. He wondered
if there was anything better he might cop from the bench. Squinting his
eyes, he saw only female nightgowns. Then, as if urging him on, he
suddenly felt as if he might spill in his pants. Quickly he darted into the
dressing room. Yanking at his belt, then his button and his zipper, he got
his pants open. He still held his swimsuit in one of his hands the whole
time, it was so small. And in his other hand he managed to grip the plug
Annette wanted to see him put up his butt.
With relief Chip shoved his pants and his underpants down. His cock
sprang out like a liberated snake. Worriedly he gazed at it and then down
into his underpants to see if heÕd lost any of his load. There was a
wetness of pre-cum in his underpants but no sperm. Chip breathed a sigh
of relief. Then, contemplating the swimsuit Annette had given him, he
wondered if he wouldnÕt be better off shooting his cum first before trying
to fit himself into it. Well, he couldnÕt do that, he told himself. Where
would he put his sperm? There was no toilet in this tiny dressing room.
And he might prove less useful without his load. He didnÕt want to
disappoint his hosts, especially Annette.
Chip heard squeals across the room as he hung up his clothes. He
guessed Annette had gotten her nightie, or whatever it was, on and was
getting her husband to tie her into it. SheÕd said it had lots of bows.
Quickly Chip stepped into the swimsuit sheÕd given him. He pulled it up
his legs and contemplated his erection. How the HELL was he supposed to
get this on? Then he remembered the butt plug. He dropped the suit to the
floor and stepped out of one of the leg holes. On the wooden bench, where
heÕd laid down the plug, was a jar of vaseline. He picked it up. It was
new. With some effort he twisted the jarÕs lid open. His hands were
shaking. He dipped the plug in the vaseline. Drawing it out all gooey,
except for the flange, he bent forward and looked at himself in the mirror.
ÒMy Army buddies would laugh all the way to Russia and back again
over this,Ó he told himself. The mirror was full length and as he spoke to
himself he couldnÕt help noticing his big dick wobbling around in front of
him, sticking out from his legs like the huge neck of a very long beer
bottle. His balls felt impossibly swollen and he had a deep desire to
shoot.
ÒUngh,Ó Chip said. He pressed the plug between his ass cheeks. His
anus refused to budge. HeÕd never had anything go UP him before! ÒGod
damn this is stupid,Ó he swore.
Suddenly the curtain swooshed open. Without bothering to close it, a
beaming Annette stepped inside. She was dressed in a darling teddy. It
was white, like a baby doll, and sported a little flutter-style bottom that
tried, but failed quite spectacularly, to cover her bottom. It hung down
from her waist like some obscene skirt. Underneath it, for it was see-
through, the teddy, also see-through, covered her pubis and dwindled to a
thong that ran beneath her and then up the crack of her bottom. In back the
thong had been tied to her teddy with a big pink satin bow. Pink bows
served as shoulder-straps for the teddy, each being separately tied atop
AnnetteÕs shoulders. Finally, where her bosom brooded, full and round and
inviting, the teddy had drop-away cups that had been carefully tied up
with pink bows to keep her bosoms from falling out. The cups, though,
were see-through like the rest of her teddy, hiding nothing. AnnetteÕs hair
was put up in a sexy chignon.
ÒHi sweetie, having trouble?Ó Annette asked. She gazed at ChipÕs
penis but was strictly business, taking the butt plug from him. She
stepped behind him and contemplated his bare ass. Lightly she placed a
palm on it. He had a white bottom, from swimming. The rest of him,
except where his real swimsuit covered him in front, was richly tanned.
ÒBend forward more,Ó Annette advised Chip.
ChipÕs penis was too desperate, and Annette too beautiful and
promising, for him to refuse. He felt like an idiot but nonetheless he bent
over and put his hands on his knees. He let her pry his ass open with her
fingertips.
ÒYou understand that you must be a little bit below my husband to
protect his ego,Ó Annette consoled him. She spread his buns apart and
seemed to relish touching him there. Chip felt the smooth glide of the
vaselined butt plug intrude between the halves of his seat. ItÕs nub
bumped against his tight anus. ÒThis helps show your position, relative to
him,Ó Annette said. ÒItÕs nothing, really. YouÕll like the sensation of
having it in you when we...Ó
ÒOuch!Ó Chip roared. AnnetteÕs last word was drowned out by his
shout. With firm feminine hands Annette stuck the wide-mouthed plug
with its wider flange up ChipÕs bottom. She twisted it a little to make
sure it was in tight. Then she let go of his seat. There was a kleenex box
next to the vaseline. She drew a kleenex from it and wiped her fingers.
ÒYouÕre tight,Ó she smirked at Chip. ÒWas that your first?Ó
ÒAnd my last,Ó he assured her. She looked at his erection and
blushed.
ÒGet your swimsuit on,Ó she said.
ÒI almost creamed in my pants, they were so tight,Ó Chip warned her.
Annette put one of her small fingers against the pee slit on the end
of his cock. ÒI have confidence in you,Ó she said. ÒAnyway, youÕre bigger
and older than me, so be a big boy and donÕt lose yourself. Do you think I
donÕt notice this little thong thingy? It fits right between the lips of my
cunt.Ó Annette squatted a little and thrust her hips forward and lifted the
frill-dress that circled her hips. Chip caught a glimpse of the honeypot
that waited for him if he did as they wished. A small thong, perhaps only
an eighth of an inch in width, bisected her cunny. Her lips closed over it,
it was so small, and he had no doubt that when she walked it rubbed quite
noticeably against her.
ÒYeah but youÕre a girl,Ó Chip replied.
ÒDo you think I like being made wet?Ó she asked. ÒI mean, you know,
it just keeps on rubbing.Ó
ÒI definitely want you wet,Ó Chip replied.
ÒOh, you!Ó Annette said. She gave the cheek of his face a slap, but
lightly, as if afraid she might hurt him. Then she pranced from the
dressing room and was gone. Chip watched her small lovely bottom,
hopelessly bared by the decorative frill of a dress she wore with her
teddy. It was designed to rise in back to cover her less there than in
front. As a result she looked more like some naughty show-pony, all
decked out in pink ribbons, than a girl. Chip pulled the curtain of his
dressing room shut. He could barely stand to watch her. She made him
stiffer than he already was, and he was already far too big for the little
swim-thong sheÕd given him.
Some time later, having somehow managed to struggle into his suit,
Chip emerged from his dressing room. The pouch which was supposed to
cover his penis instead wedged in on it from all sides. It balled his cock
up and simultaneously lifted it. He looked like a walking codpiece, nothing
but manhood, his poor dick displayed in front of him in blue and poinsetta-
red nylon. His balls hung out on either side of a little thong that
traveresed between them, then ran back farther to wedge itself in his ass.
Only the buttplug, sticking up from between his cheeks, managed to lift
the thong out of his seat, where it crossed over the plugÕs flange before
descending briefly into his crack again and then escaping it to join up with
his suitÕs waistband.
Annette stood across the room from him. She had one finger in her
mouth, contemplatively. Hanging from her wrist was a handcuff, one of
the metal cuffs still dangling free.
ÒWell, you look all ready to party,Ó Annette said, smiling at Chip and
taking her finger out of her mouth. Then, all of a sudden, behind her,
shocking her a little, her husband emerged from his dressing room. Chip
stopped in his tracks.
Dave wore a hood. It covered his face down to the level of his mouth.
There were eye holes cut into it and his eyes glared out first at Chip, then
at Annette. He cracked a whip and his wife leapt up where she stood and
then retreated quickly from him. She crossed the room to Chip and he
found himself receiving her into his arms.
ÒIsnÕt he gorgeous?Ó Annette asked, turning her head back toward
her husband even as she looped her arms up around ChipÕs neck. For a
moment Chip considered, not sure where she was asking him about her
husband, or vice versa. Finally he decided she might be asking her husband
and, willing to take any compliment he could get, Chip said nothing.
Dave advanced implacably toward Chip and his wife. Absently, but
with a sense of menace, he snapped a large bullwhip in front of him and
out to the side as he walked. His hood, leaving his mouth revealed, which
was grimly set, continued down his back and over his shoulders to form a
black cape. Yet the cape stopped just short of his buttocks, leaving them
bare in the cool air of the dungeon. In addition to the hood and cape he
wore tight spandex trousers. But they lacked a zipper, and so the halves
of the fly were open. Through the unzipperable fly stuck DaveÕs penis. It
was large, perhaps even larger than ChipÕs, still stuffed so painfully in his
poinsetta swimsuit. In addition his balls showed, but they were tightly
drawn up with excitement and simply rolled behind and a little under his
dick, like a giant hairy softball. DaveÕs pants were stuffed into polished
knee-length boots. Chip wondered if Annette had polished them for him.
Dick joggling like a long erect hose out in front of him, Dave approached
the new couple, Annette and ChipÕs. Annette squeezed ChipÕs groin
hopefully, as if praying for rescue. Chip felt like Tarzan, except Tarzan, in
his animal skin loincloth, would have been much better clothed than he
was.
Fearing he might be struck right on his bulging groin, Chip
nonetheless put himself between Annette and DaveÕs whip. He tucked the
bosomy girl under his arm and got himself out in front of her.
ÒI hope youÕre not planning to do anything dangerous with that whip,Ó
Chip said to Dave.
ÒOr to your groin?Ó Dave asked.
ÒYeah, that too,Ó Chip replied. Annette gave him another encouraging
squeeze right where he needed it least.
ÒIt looks to me like youÕve got more trouble from her than from me,Ó
Dave replied. ÒSheÕll have a sore bottom by morning, thatÕs all I can say.
WonÕt you, dear?Ó
ÒI hope not,Ó Annette said meekly. Chip reached down and gave
AnnetteÕs plump little ass a squeeze.
ÒSheÕll be sore, I agree with that,Ó Chip said. He stuck a finger
between her legs, making her flinch. Annette let out a little squeal as
Chip dug into the lips of her labia. The thong of her teddy managed to
block his dig.
As the two men faced each other down, Annette managed to slip free
of both ChipÕs encircling arm and his finger. She danced quite happily over
to a nearby table. A moment later she returned with a bottle. She kissed
Chip on the cheek. Then, with a quizzical look on her face, she put a finger
into the front of his swimsuit. She drew it open and, without warning
him, she poured the contents of the bottle into his suit.
ÒYeeeow!Ó Chip cried. It was more from surprise than from actual
pain, but the lotion that Annette had poured quite quickly into his suit was
hot oil! Chip looked down at himself and watched as Annette let go of his
suit. It snapped shut, then opened again as his penis, ever more erect
(though that seemed hardly possible) swelled within his suit.
ÒOh, that oil is hot!Ó Chip announced. He felt the oil run from within
his crotch down the sides of his legs, escaping out the barely-there
ÔlegholesÕ of his suit. ÒWhy did you do that?Ó he asked Annette.
ÒTo lubricate you,Ó she smiled. ÒYou do plan to do something with
that penis of yours, donÕt you?Ó
ÒYouÕre a slut,Ó Chip said to her.
ÒThatÕs probably why IÕll be sore in the morning,Ó Annette replied.
Screwing up her face like a child contemplating some punishment, she
rubbed her hands on her bottom. Her husband snapped the whip against the
floor. Annette shivered. Then, composing herself, she tossed a loose
blonde curl of her lovely hair from her eyes and smiled. ÒI guess in the
meantime, though, IÕve got two big bad men IÕve got to somehow keep from
fighting each other. Gentlemen, letÕs have tea. When I was a little girl my
mom always had a tea party for me and my sister when we got into each
otherÕs hair.Ó
Quite bizzarely, but with both Chip and Dave mesmerized by the
little blonde, Annette took first Chip by his penis and then her husband.
She drew both of them over behind a rack, where perhaps she might later
be punished, and Chip saw a tea set on a small purple and green childÕs
table.
Arranged around the table, which should have been in some childrenÕs
center, but was instead marooned amidst torture machines in a dungeon,
were three small chairs. They lacked backs, and, being of molded plastic,
were in the shape of toadstools. Annette made each of her paramours sit
down on a toadstool. Dave, turning away from Chip to sit down, revealed
that his pants had no seat. So both men sat down bare-assed on the
toadstools, their bare hairy asses sitting where prim little girlÕs dresses
belonged. Annette, herself lacking any covering over her bottom, except
her frilly Ôskirt,Õ which was in fact too short in back to cover her ass, sat
down bare assed on a toadstool of her own. The three were quite crowded
around the little table. The men had to sit sideways, their knees drawn up
to their chests and their penises sticking knob-like through their hairy
legs. Annette also sat sideways, but much more decorously, as if sheÕd
continued to celebrate tea parties right through her teenage years. She
was facing toward Chip and with just an arch sideways of his head he
could see her lovely thong-threaded pussy between her drawn up thighs.
There was a hot plate on the table and some thoughtful soul, perhaps
Annette herself while the men were Ôdressing,Õ had turned it on. Atop the
hot plate simmered a kettle of tea. It was a Disney kettle, made to
resemble some character from Alice in Wonderland.
ÒNow I expect you guys to be on your best behavior at my tea party,Ó
Annette said. Then she noticed Chip had pulled down the front of his
trunks before sitting down. ÒChip! Put your penis away, please,Ó she
admonished.
ÒWell, his is out,Ó Chip said, pointing (in more ways than one) to
Dave.
ÒDave is my husband. HeÕs allowed to show his penis to me,Ó
Annette said. She smiled at him, but waited to pour his tea until Chip had
managed to stuff himself back into his suit.
ÒThank you, Chip,Ó Annette said.
ÒMmmm, good tea,Ó Dave said, pouring some into his mouth. Annette
had added some brandy to it to give it more kick. He looked at Chip. ÒHow
many lashes on her bottom do you think she should get for pouring hot oil
into your swim trunks?Ó
ÒA lot,Ó Chip answered, making Annette give a little shiver. ÒI wonÕt
defend her bottom again from her.Ó
ÒWell what are you going to USE, dear?Ó Annette asked. ÒI mean it is
cool down here but I donÕt really need my bottom warmed too much.
Especially if IÕm busy sitting on it.Ó
ÒIÕll let Chip decide,Ó Dave answered. ÒHe looks merciful.Ó
Chip sipped his tea and considered. HeÕd read about girls getting
whipped, in Penthouse of course, but heÕd never actually seen such a thing.
Of course in the Army guys were always boasting that theyÕd whipped
their girlfriend but he suspected it was mostly bravado.
ÒDo you really want your ass whipped?Ó Chip asked Annette.
ÒOf course not,Ó she answered primly, sipping her tea. She hadnÕt
added the brandy just for the benefit of the men. She guessed she might
need it herself. ÒBut I have a husband who likes seeing it done. I guess it
comes with the territory.Ó She glanced at her husband. ÒI wish youÕd told
me about all your perversions before we got married!Ó
Dave poured himself another cup of brandied tea and swallowed it
down. ÒTill death do us part, my dear. DonÕt complain,Ó he replied.
ÒAnyway you need to be whipped to prepare you for the pain of childbirth.Ó
ÒThatÕs what he keeps saying,Ó Annette confided to Chip. The little
blonde was shaking quite visibly now. Chip reached out and steadied her
teacup for her. ÒThanks,Ó she said. She tilted it while Chip held it and
sipped from it.
ÒGet up! Both of you,Ó Dave said with a menacing snarl. Annette
jumped up. She nearly spilled the tea but Chip managed to steady the cup
and put it down on the table.
ÒSuch a lovely white ass,Ó Dave said, walking behind his wife. ÒHow
many weeks has it been since IÕve given it a good licking?Ó
ÒSince you went away, dear,Ó Annette said. She stood like a small
little bunny before him, facing Chip, with her shoulders hunched and her
face looking frightened. Dave lifted up the back of her frill on her teddy,
though he need not have, to admire her fanny. Her cheeks bulged out at
him, white and shaking a little, threaded by the thong that was tied off at
her waist with a big pink satin bow.
ÒTurn around,Ó Dave said to his wife. Then he looked at Chip. He
nodded. ÒCome,Ó he said. Chip walked over to Annette and the two men
stared down at her. ÒUndo her ties and free her breasts. Suck on them. I
want to put clamps on them.Ó
ÒDaaaave!Ó Annette cried.
ÒBehave yourself,Ó Dave replied.
ÒBut those clamps HURT!Ó Annette squealed. Chip undid her ties. He
worked gently, as if he were undoing the threads that bound up jewels.
Suddenly first one, than the other of AnnetteÕs breasts popped from her
teddy. Delicately as Lancelot with his Guinivere, Chip bent and sucked at
the tips of her teats. First he wet just the tip with his tongue. It felt
rough to Annette and she shivered right down to her tailbone. Her husband
stood behind her, admiring her precocious bottom. Then Chip swirled his
tongue around each of AnnetteÕs nipples and finally, at her husbandÕs
urging, after heÕd sucked with ever more pressure on them, he bit them.
ÒOh!Ó Annette yelped. First one, then the other of her tensely erect
nipples was bitten and stretched. When Chip let go, Dave was ready with
the clamps. For a moment, her breasts wet at their tips with ChipÕs
saliva, Annette watched unmolested as Dave sprang open the clamps and
then slowly fitted them to each of her teats. Then, slowly releasing the
jaws, he closed them over her sensitive tips.
ÒOh! Ouch!Ó Annette squealed. Dave laughed. He tugged at the
clamps to make sure they were on. Annette, recovering herself a little,
though there were tears in her eyes now, watched as her husband, and then
Chip, simply curious, drew upon her breasts with their fingers by pulling
on the tit-seizing clamps.
ÒTit torture,Ó Dave said. ÒThe easiest of the tortures sheÕll face
tonight, I assure you.Ó Annette looked meekly down at her bosoms, then at
both men. A strand of hair had slipped from her chignon and trailed down
over one of her eyes. Chip reached up and gently brushed it aside. At the
same time, quite absent-mindedly, he reached for his groin. He squeezed
his own dick. Dave, noticing, reached over and pulled down the front of his
swimsuit for him.
ÒGet it off,Ó Dave said to Chip. ÒTea time is over. YouÕve got serious
work ahead of you.Ó
ÒThank God!Ó Chip crowed. He thrust the swim-thong down his legs
and happily tore it from his ankles. He chucked it across the room and
hoped heÕd never see it again.
ÒNot so fast,Ó Dave said. He drew his wifeÕs hands behind her back
and locked the cuff that had been dangling from her right wrist to her
other arm. ÒYou were pretty handy with your tongue. LetÕs see you use it
on her pussy. She needs to be aroused first.Ó
Untying the big satin bow at the back of his wifeÕs waist, Dave drew
the thong between her ass crack and her pussy lips down until it popped
free of her snug labia lips. Chip knelt, eager for any action with such a
luscious babe. As he nudged AnnetteÕs dangling crotch thong aside he
noticed it was plenty moist. But he dove into her anyway, using his
tongue, reaching up and seizing her hips and drawing them forward.
Annette let out a new squeal as she felt her cove invaded by ChipÕs
exploring tongue. Despite being a wife she was very tight. She was only
20 and her cunt squeezed on his tongue as he stabbed it into her core. Chip
tasted honey. He pushed deeper. Annette, balanced precariously within
the gripping of his palms on her hips, moaned and let herself sink onto his
tongue. But her snatch kept anxiously trying to close on him, and deeper
within she squeezed herself on his tongue in an effort to force him out.
Chip was only inspired to greater effort by such girlish misgivings.
ÒOoooh! Oh! No! Oh, yes! No! Ohhhhh!Ó Annette squealed and moaned
and pleaded all at once. Chip, painfully desperate to get his cock inside
her, nonetheless used just his tongue, as Dave had commanded. Dave,
meanwhile, passed the whip he possessed back and forth over the
squeezing frightened cheeks of AnnetteÕs ass. They were just little
swishes, letting her know what was ahead for her. He held her as he
swished the whip lightly across her behind. It left no marks on her lily-
white bottom. But Annette, trembling and holding her cheeks in as best
she could, even as she was opened between her legs by Chip, knew many
marks would be imprinted on little round behind before morning, and not
just by the big bullwhip. There was an endless supply of flagellation
devices in their basement. Her husband was fascinated by the marks all of
them made. And he was fresh, just back from his trip abroad, to Saudi
Arabia, where heÕd had neither booze nor women.
ÒI-I hate to break up such a cool scene,Ó Chip said finally, lifting his
face from the snatch of a swooning Annette. ÒBut is there a restroom
down here? I have to pee something awful.Ó
Annette, her eyes glazed, placed her hand on his tousled locks and
absently mussed his hair. SheÕd been drawing him closer to her as he
delved deeper and deeper, pulling on the hair on his head, his ears,
anything handy, even catching at his tongue when he pulled back for air.
ÒYesss,Ó she said. ÒLet me see you pee. I want to see your big penis
pee.Ó Dave slapped her bottom lightly. Chip rose up, his penis rising with
him.
ÒGet a cup,Ó Dave said to Annette. ÒWe pee into cups down here,Ó he
said to Chip. Annette, a little dazed, walking funny, wandered over to a
table where sheÕd gotten the hot oil. She opened a drawer and took out
two cups. She came back to the men, her breasts jutting temptingly from
her teddy, clamped off at the nipples to keep her modest. Between her
legs her teddy was untied but the thong and the part that covered her pubis
dangled down, showing her pussy only in glimpses, except that even when
it was covered the fabric was still see-through.
ÒOkay, boys. Pee!Ó Annette, a little recovered now from her ordeal
on ChipÕs tongue, commanded. Both men shoved their penises at her. She
carefully placed a cup under each. ÒNo peeing on me, guys. Seriously,Ó she
said. ÒI donÕt want to have to go take a shower. Especially since someone
will probably blame me for the whole thing and give me more stripes for
it,Ó she said. She cast a rueful glance at her husband.
ÒLast time me and some guy pissed all over her,Ó Dave chuckled.
Chip could barely hold back his sperm, thanks to all the alluring
conversation, as he pointed his dick into the cup Annette held. With some
effort he managed just to pee without shooting his load into her cup too.
It was a lucky thing. He filled the cup right to the brim and a cumshot
would have made a mess of pee and wasted cum on the floor.
When both men had relieved themselves Annette took the cups away.
ÒTry not to drip on the floor, guys,Ó she reminded them. Dave and
Chip cast rather awkward glances at each other. Annette had waited a
moment to catch any drips but, nonetheless, Chip felt a drip and he saw
Dave drip too, after the cups were gone.
ÒNo matter how you shake and dance, the last two drops fall in your
pants,Ó Chip grinned.
ÒEven if youÕre not wearing any,Ó Dave replied, gazing at ChipÕs
penis.
ÒOr stupid ones,Ó Chip replied, gazing at DaveÕs pants with their
zipperless fly.
ÒZorro wore these pants,Ó Dave answered. ÒThey had no zipper at all
until he got into a swordfight.Ó
ÒComparing penises, boys?Ó Annette asked. She sashayed back to
them, having stashed the full urine cups in a corner. ÒI think ChipÕs a tad
bigger, Dave, if you ask me.Ó
ÒI didnÕt,Ó Dave replied.
Annette lovingly clasped each maleÕs penis. Her hands were small
and feminine and she had trouble gripping such big shafts, but she did her
best, stroking them a little as she got her hands around them.
ÒGod I have to cum!Ó Chip confided, generally to Annette but with
Dave listening in.
ÒSo does he, Chip,Ó Annette said of her husband. ÒBut you must learn
control.Ó
ÒI AM controlling myself!Ó Chip cried. ÒSheesh!Ó
ÒCould I stand here and rub you for 20 minutes? IÕd love to. YouÕre
so big and hard!Ó Annette said.
ÒNo, and not for 20 seconds either,Ó Chip said. He attempted to draw
back from her hand but her loving caress gripped him quite suddenly, big
as he was, and held him.
ÒI know you need to shoot, Chip,Ó Annette said sweetly. ÒBut I have
plans for such a big penis as yours. Even if it costs me my bottom.Ó She
cast a quick glance at her husband. ÒAs I see it, if I squirt whipped cream
all over your dick, then you can maybe get away with cumming without me
noticing, while my husband has his way with me. What do you think of
that?Ó she asked Chip.
ÒJust the thought of you doing that to me almost makes me spurt,Ó
Chip answered honestly.
ÒThen come, both of you,Ó Annette smiled. ÒYou have such rude big
penises. Maybe a little whipped cream will make them a bit more
presentable. After all, Ginger may want to come over and play with us.Ó
ÒWhat?Ó Dave cried, even as Annette led both men to the table where
the hot oil was kept. She pulled them both by their penises. ÒYou told the
neighbor girl about our sex life?Ó
ÒShe visits me, dear, and she kept wondering why I had such trouble
sitting down on certain days. YouÕre the one who whipped me. How can I
keep such a thing a secret when I canÕt sit down in my own home?Ó
Annette stopped both men in front of the table. Then, bending down and
showing them her bottom, she reached into a small refrigerator next to
the table. She took out a can of Redi-Wip. She shook it, smiling and
eyeing the penises the men presented to her.
SQUIIIIRT! Chip felt a sudden coldness as Annette squirted a trail of
cream onto his dick. She began at the head, where his pee hole was,
perhaps to stop any dripping, and continued back to where the hair of his
groin obscured the root of his penis. Chip had to grind his teeth to avoid
coming within such a chilly, yet gently encompassing bath of cream. When
his dick had been coated Annette turned to her husband. Chip watched
Dave grit his own teeth as the lovely little blonde belle lathered him up.
When she was done she replaced the cream, just as if sheÕd been at any
party, using the cream for any ordinary purpose.
Annette wiped the stray bit of cream on her hands away by licking
them clean with her tongue. Just as she was finishing both men heard a
sound upstairs. They listened. Their penises quivered, all white within
their cloud-like wet coating. There was a key inserted into the lock of the
door above and then, creeping down as if afraid to get caught, came small-
sounding footsteps. Suddenly, peeking out from the steps and
simultaneously emitting a shriek, was the head of a 12-year-old girl. She
wore pink bows in her hair, giving her pigtails. The bows matched the
color of the bows on AnnetteÕs teddy.
After a moment, perhaps gathering her courage, the brave young girl
stepped farther down the steps. She was revealed to be wearing nothing
at all, saving her tennis shoes and her rolled-down pink socks. Yet she
held an umbrella in her hand.
ÒIt was raining outside,Ó the girl confessed.
ÒYou mean you came over here in the nude?Ó Dave bellowed.
ÒWell I didnÕt want to get my clothes wet,Ó the girl replied.
ÒAnyways, Mr. Dobson, your wife said you have sex down here naked, so I
figured....Ó
ÒGood God!Ó Dave said. He seemed to tremble, as if visions of police
sirens were already wailing inside his head. Chip, on the other hand, being
only 21, and just out of the Army, felt more like a kid, and the 12-year-
old had perfect budding breasts just like his kid sisterÕs friends all had
when he joined up with the military. Now that he was back home they all
wanted to date him. They were 16 instead of 12, and their promising
breasts had blossomed into tits almost as big and lovely as AnnetteÕs.
Ginger saw Chip looking at her breasts. ÒI still have some growing
to do,Ó she admitted. She glanced down at her tits. They were pointy but
had a swelling fullness to them, nonetheless. They stuck up very pertly,
as if raising themselves to get some coachÕs attention. Chip remembered
heÕd volunteered to coach at GingerÕs junior high. Perhaps she was
growing her breasts just for him.
ÒWhy do you have clamps on your breasts, Annette?Ó Ginger asked
her older friend meekly.
ÒWell, because, my husband insisted,Ó Annette answered. Looking at
her husband, she implored, ÒMy nipples are really starting to hurt.Ó
Suavely he reached out and drew the clips off her, one by one.
ÒThey hurt most when the come off, and the blood rushes back in,Ó he
said, with a sly glance at Ginger. Annette howled. She clasped her
breasts but, as soon as the clips had been removed, Chip lunged at her
teats and sucked them solicitously. He loved her big bosoms and he loved
even more any chance that presented itself to suck them. As Ginger
watched, twirling her umbrella, Dave took AnnetteÕs other breast. The
men suckled at AnnetteÕs teats like hungry newborns. Ginger placed a hand
on first one of her nipples, then the other. She teased the stiff teats,
excited. Then she placed her hand on her belly and, after dipping a finger
absently in her navel, she dropped her hand between her legs and massaged
her small slit.
ÒWeÕre corrupting her,Ó Dave said aloud to his wife when he finally
took his mouth from her hurting nipple. He looked at Ginger. Quietly, still
standing on the basement steps, holding her dripping umbrella over her
head, she fingered her spot and her slit.
ÒIÕm okay,Ó Ginger said. ÒCan I lick you clean?Ó She smiled. Dave
looked down at himself.
ÒUm, yeah, I guess,Ó Dave answered. Then muttered: ÒIÕll pay in Hell
for this.Ó
Ginger danced over to Dave. Then she neatly set down her umbrella
next to him. Finally, she dropped her to her knees. Annette, taking a cue
from the precocious young girl, dropped to her knees in front of Chip.
ÒI thought the cream was to keep us--Ó Chip protested. But as he
felt AnnetteÕs petal-soft mouth close over his cockhead he lost the desire
to speak the word Òmodest.Ó A warm licking sensation came to his
purplish knob. He urged himself forward into AnnetteÕs mouth.
ÒIÕll have to spank you for this,Ó Dave warned Ginger.
ÒI donÕt mind,Ó the girl replied. She licked at his big sausage-like
cock as if it were a new lollipop.
ÒI--Ó Chip began. He wanted to pull Annette off himself, to preserve
his seed for his cunny. But as she continued to clean him he instead forced
himself more eagerly into her face. He stabbed at her cheeks and even
poked at her eyes and, when she drew him within her mouth, he tried for
the back of her throat. Dave seemed to suffer from the same perplexity,
not sure whether to encourage GingerÕs efforts or resist them.
ÒYouÕre getting a faceful,Ó Dave said at last. The childÕs hands
clasped his manhood and Ginger looked up at him wide-eyed. Suddenly he
spurted onto her face and she shrieked. She tried to stop him, putting a
finger over his pee slit. But he was too powerful for her and the big white
jets of sperm spurted from him like a geyser. Chip, meanwhile, was
already inside AnnetteÕs mouth at this moment. Seeing Dave cum, he could
no longer control himself. He shot lustily into the mouth of DaveÕs wife.
He tried to stab himself down her throat and Annette, choking, had to fight
to keep him from going to deep. As he watched the lovely Ginger sprayed
all over her face with DaveÕs seed, he gave DaveÕs wife a present of his
own lusty sperm. Both girls shrieked (Annette gagging a little as she
shrieked.) At last both men were done and they pulled back. The females,
still on their knees, gazed first at their white-soaked hands and fingers
and then at each other.
ÒLick her clean,Ó Dave said to his wife. ÒI donÕt want my sperm
wasted.Ó
Annette stood. She took GingerÕs hand. Instictively Ginger stood up
when she saw Annette stand. Annette took Ginger, the girlÕs face coated
with semen, over to the pile of pillows. Gently she laid the pig-tailed girl
down in the pillows and then she dropped down beside her. Fingering the
young girlÕs developing teats and stiff nipples, Annette began licking
DaveÕs sperm off her face. Ginger was compliant. When she got a chance
she extended her own tongue and licked ChipÕs sperm off AnnetteÕs face.
ÒNow we must both be punished for making them cum,Ó Annette said
to Ginger when they were finished. She rose and pulled Ginger up with her.
The girl was more hesitant now. She led Ginger over to where Chip and
Dave sat on a wooden bench. The men were relaxing, drinking beers.
ÒDonÕt get any splinters in your asses,Ó Annette said.
ÒI lacquered this bench yesterday,Ó Dave replied. Then he put down
his beer and got up. He took GingerÕs hand. He drew her close and kissed
her face. She clung to him as he kissed her. Her bottom wiggled. Annette
stood behind her. She caressed the girlÕs fanny. Then, quite
unceremoniously, Dave put Ginger over his knee. He raised his big
calloused palm and brought it smartly down on her childish bottom.
ÒOh, noooo!Ó Ginger cried out. But she only kicked her legs and didnÕt
fight too hard to get up. Chip flinched, watching her get spanked. He knew
Dave had big hands and he was spanking her quite hard and deliberately.
Yet the girl, despite breaking instantly into tears, did not try to bite at
Dave or scratch him, as some other girl her age almost certainly might
have done. Perhaps it was the already swelling penis between DaveÕs legs
that rose as he spanked her and bumped against her soft belly. Something
kept her from fighting with all her strength. Annette, proud of the girl,
though she knew her bottom was next and would suffer worse, knelt down
beside her and kissed her. Dave kept on spanking her. Annette kissed her
nose and her cheeks and her gasping mouth. Chip, unable to restrain
himself, and finding himself newly erect, shifted himself on the bench and
then got off of it and knelt before the girl, low and close to her mouth. He
stuck his rising penis into her mouth like a pacifier. Annette leaned back
to let him in. She scolded him but didnÕt stop him. Ginger looked like a
baby caught by surprise. Her cheeks swelled over his intruding dick and
her eyes popped open wide. Then, accomodating herself to it somehow,
despite the hand that kept slapping her bottom, she began to suck.
Chip, who thought heÕd be out of commission for at least 20 minutes,
found himself spurting in no time into the pigtailed girlÕs mouth. He was
quite unable to resist the luring sucking of her childish lips. He let
himself relax and he enjoyed the full measure of her suckling, not fighting
it, simply accepting his discharge and hoping, somehow, heÕd find the
strength to rise yet again afterward. Annette, impressed, caressed his
bare ass and toyed with the butt plug in his anus. She twisted it about,
and when Chip came she pulled it out of his clenching buttocks (as soon as
his steel buns relaxed a little).
ÒVery good, Chip,Ó she teased. ÒIÕm glad youÕre not afraid of a little
girlÕs mouth.Ó
ÒNo,Ó Chip grunted.
ÒIs she still a virgin?Ó Dave asked, lifting his hand to spank the girl
yet again.Ó
ÒOf course, dear,Ó Annette grinned.
ÒWell, IÕm hard,Ó Dave replied.
ÒOnly Chip may, if anyone does,Ó Annette said.
ÒDamn. I thought youÕd say that,Ó Dave answered, and he brought his
hand down very hard on poor GingerÕs bottom. The girl, stuffed full in her
mouth with Chip, yelped and accidentally bit him. Chip howled but kept
himself inside her clenching mouth. He discharged the last of his seed.
ÒGod damn, what a pretty face she has,Ó he said, gazing down at her
puffy childish cheeks. They swelled even more fully as he flooded her
mouth with his seed. Ginger choked on the discharge. He drew himself
out, still spurting a little, to give her air. Some of his cum shot up and hit
her on the tip of her nose. Immediately Annette took his place. She licked
at the girlÕs face and within her mouth. Dave began to spank her more
lightly. Chip looked at the girlÕs bottom. It was beet red. Her thin white
legs kicked, her balled fists struggled, but she let Annette lick in her
mouth and even managed to return a few kisses and licks.
ÒWhoa, this is amazing,Ó Chip said. He stroked his dick and hoped it
would rise again. GingerÕs bottom would be a fantastic place to put
himself if he got hard again, he speculated, and it would preserve her
virginity. Eagerly he stroked himself more quickly. He wasnÕt sure he
could get himself in her, but if he did he knew her very warm little bottom
would be the best place heÕd ever been.
The poor child, still an innocent when sheÕd first set foot into the
basement half an hour before, at most a graduate of games of Post Office,
now lay heaving over DaveÕs knee. Her small upturned bottom bore the
marks of his big brutal hand. Sperm dribbled from her lips where Chip,
quite ingraciously, had chosen to discharge himself into her little mouth.
Her childish lips, too young for lipstick, now bore a creamy white
moustache. Dave settled his hand on GingerÕs bottom. She shrank from it,
fearing another blow. Instead he rubbed her anxious bottom a little, as if
polishing it.
ÒOoooh, donÕt-t-t!Ó Ginger pleaded. Even the lightest touch sent
spasms of pain through her now. She shivered as Dave lifted his hand. For
a moment he contemplated striking her again, to show her he ruled here, in
this basement of his castle-home. No doubt if sheÕd been older he would
have hit her again. But in deference to her tender years, he settled his
hand on her thighs. Her reprieve did not last long. In substitution for
striking her he instead began prying between her legs into her virgin cunt.
ÒDonÕt tear her hymen!Ó Annette warned her husband.
ÒI just want to feel it, thatÕs all,Ó Dave replied. ÒIÕve never actually
felt a hymen. I mean, you know, in junior high I felt some with the head of
my cock, breaking through them. But I never actually felt one up with my
finger.Ó
ÒOoooh! Please!Ó Ginger spluttered. Dave dug deeper into her
clenching core and seemed to find what he sought.
ÒYes,Ó he breathed aloud in a husky voice. ÒThere it is. Hmmmm,
would you like to be devirginated, Ginger?Ó
ÒOh, noooo, not till IÕm married!Ó Ginger sighed. Her breasts hung
naked underneath her and a tremulous sigh sent them shivering like young
fruit on a tree in the winds of early March. April dew sprinkled itself on
the tips of DaveÕs fingers.
ÒHer bottom must be attended to,Ó Annette said. Perhaps she spoke
up to save the girl. A man with an erection couldnÕt be trusted with a 12-
year-old over his knee. Ginger, after first squeezing her thighs together,
and making much ado about her hymen, now scissored them wide apart.
Chip remembered being given swimming lessons with toddler girls when
he was six. Afraid of the pool, they would lie prone on towels beside it
and practise their strokes. The coach would watch, correct. Now Ginger, a
novitiate at love, seemed to emulate the same approach. She straightened
her legs, let her toes sink to the floor. She arched her bottom a little.
She drew her hands back against DaveÕs thigh.
ÒOoooh. No!Ó Ginger whimpered. Yet, clutching at DaveÕs big thigh,
she stuck up her bottom at him. With her toes pressed against the floor
for purchase, her sudden movement had the effect of forcing his exploring
fingers deeper into her.
ÒCareful, girl!Ó Dave gasped. He seemed suddenly afraid. ÒI think I
might have stretched her hymen a little,Ó he confessed to his wife.
ÒOh! Oh! Oh!Ó Ginger cried. They were gaspy cries, tentative,
searching. Like a child pressed up against some new exotic boundary she
bucked her hips again and again, shoving her apple-round ass into the air
and making DaveÕs fingers press hard against her hymen. Gallantly he kept
his fingers stiff within her cunt and did not jab at her but rather let her
bang herself against him. He was intrigued. Chip was intrigued. Annette
tutted but did not interfere. The girl had paid the price, letting her
bottom be smacked beet-red. Let her play now, test her limits. The tissue
membrane of her hymen suffered under the intrusive test, yet held; Ginger
was playing still, not quite able to break it. She dared, Dave held his
finger tight within her letting her. He felt her honeyed juices lubricate
his digits. He rubbed his stiff erection on her flat soft childÕs belly and
longed to make her bear a baby for him. His pre-cum stained her satin
skin.
ÒEnough!Ó Annette said suddenly. ÒBad girl!Ó She gave Ginger a slap
upon her tushy.
ÒOuch!Ó Ginger yelped.
ÒGet up, sweetie, itÕs your bedtime,Ó Annette scolded. She drew the
girl off her husbandÕs lap. Ginger balled her hands into fists and beat
lightly upon AnnetteÕs breast. She did not want to leave her male
tormenter. Dave sat back, sighed. His cock, freed from the weight of her
belly, rose up stiffly from between his thighs and stood like an obscene
flagpole.
At a nod from Annette Chip strode forward and received the girl.
GingerÕs fisticuffs receeded as she felt herself dropped into ChipÕs
muscled arms. Instead of GingerÕs soft loving breasts his steel-hard
chest pressed against her. She seemed to prefer it.
ÒUp we go,Ó Chip announced. He caught GingerÕs legs up and held her
aloft like a captured princess. Then, his own cock dangling between his
legs most enticingly, if momentarily spent, yet still tumescent, he
marched to the stairs. He mounted them with Ginger clasping to his neck,
her bare arms looped about it, her face pressed to his shoulder and her
mouth emitting little sighs. Her legs kicked a little, then hung quiet. Her
bottom bulbed beneath her, all red and rosy. Between her thighs she was
tight and virginal as ever but wet, honey-wet, and her trembling breaths
invited what she could not bring her mouth to ask for.
Annette followed. She was oddly dressed for a chaperone, but she
feared for little GingerÕs hymen, even in the arms of a man who was
momentarily unfit for duty. She walked primly with her teddy undone
between her legs, hanging down and fluttering behind her like some
abbreviated wedding gown train. AnnetteÕs bosoms bounced on her chest
like big round gourds ready to be sliced and bitten into. Thanksgiving-
gourds, each a feast in itself. Her nipples, despite the earlier pain of the
clamps, stuck up nude and excited, stems of pleasure. She knew her
husband was planning to pierce them soon and each time they played she
wondered if tonight would be the night they were forever altered. At the
same time, with her bottom wobbling full and moony behind her, brazen in
its nudity, she knew she was only minutes away from a strapping. Going
upstairs wouldnÕt be an escape for her, only a respite. She cast a sidelong
glance back at her husband when she heard him clear his throat and, sure
enough, he was looking directly at her.
ÒYouÕll pay for involving such a young girl in our games,Ó he said to
her in a hard, uncompromising voice. She knew he hated pedophiles and
vowed to kill them every time he saw one on T.V.
ÒYes, dear, I know,Ó Annette said sheepishly. ÒBut donÕt tell me you
didnÕt enjoy giving her a spanking.Ó
ÒI was trying to discipline her for being such a little tart!Ó he said.
ÒOh, pardon me. I guess I didnÕt see the hard-on you got doing it. Try
not to jerk off while IÕm upstairs, dear.Ó
ÒFuck you,Ó Dave growled.
ÒYes, please do. IÕd hate to cum back downstairs and find youÕve
spilled yourself on the floor.Ó Annette replied. Then, giving him a glare of
her own, she tossed her half-undone chignon and proceeded up the steps.
Each time she lifted a foot her assets gave another jiggly display. Her
husband was a passionate man and she hoped he kept his passion in his
penis. Once heÕd struck her face, bruising her. She hadnÕt liked that. At
the top of the steps, to reassure him of her love, she turned around and
blew him a kiss.
Dave sat disconsolately on the bench. He felt like following his
wife, and Chip, and yet he had somehow been left behind, as if he wasnÕt
needed, wasnÕt wanted. He heard the door to the basement close yet noted
that his wife didnÕt lock it. He could join them if he wished. Perhaps she
hoped heÕd stumble onto them all making love, without his permission.
That was adultery, wasnÕt it? He could shoot Chip then, dispose of the
young interloper once and for all. But what about Ginger? She
complicated things. A man could always shoot another man for loving his
wife, especially in his own bed, and keep his wife quiet about how the
tryst began. But Ginger would tattle and tell all: ÒHe paddled me and he
finger-fucked my hymen,Ó sheÕd prattle to her friends at school.
Dave got up with disgust. Chip was safe with Ginger present. He
couldnÕt shoot both of them. 12-year-old girls didnÕt seduce a manÕs wife,
even if they did visit in the nude. He spit on the floor and cared not that
Annette would scold him for it when she saw his lugey. He felt
compromised. He should be the ruler of his house, even with another man
in it; but with Ginger in it, her bottom red and his own hand sore from
paddling her, he had no options. He had to tolerate Chip and he had to beg
her not to tell. Forever after when he saw her on the sidewalk and she
whispered to her friends heÕd worry. And sheÕd give him a little smirking
smile. He knew that smile of hers. SheÕd been giving it to him ever since
she moved next door at the age of eight. HeÕd be out back chopping wood,
doing honest ManÕs work, minding his own business, and little Ginger
would come visiting. Of course it was all so Pure, so highminded, little
Ginger visiting his wife, asking for sugar for her tea party. But somehow,
despite the sugar being in the kitchen, little Ginger would wind up in the
back yard. And sheÕd insist on climbing up in the wood pile so that Dave,
in bringing down the axe, bending over, would get a glimpse of her white-
pantied bottom or her puss as she stood atop the logs.
ÒMr. Dobson, why do you have wood?Ó Ginger would ask him,
interrupting his work, her finger perched within her open rosebud lips.
ÒWinterÕs coming,Ó heÕd grunt in reply.
ÒOh, not THAT kind of wood, Mr. Dobson. The other kind, the kind
Beavis and Butthead have. Why do you have THAT kind of wood?Ó Ginger
would ask. And her voice would be high and childlike and innocent, yet
when he looked up and met her eyes sheÕd smirk at him.
ÒAll men have wood,Ó heÕd grunt. And of course, being a child, like
any two-year-old, she was entitled to ask follow-ups.
ÒBut WHY, Mr. Dobson? I donÕt have any wood between my legs. I sit
down when I pee. But I hear boys stand up when they do it, and they pee all
over the seat. Sometimes my big brother pees on the seat and then I have
to wipe it before I can sit down on it.Ó
ÒI hear your mother calling,Ó Dave would answer. And, leaping down,
believing him, feeling a little guilty perhaps, Ginger would run home. But
after awhile that trick didnÕt work anymore, and Ginger had learned a trick
of her own. SheÕd get atop the wood pile and then bend over to inspect the
clover that wedged itself between the pile and the backyard fence.
ÒIÕm sure thereÕs a four-leaf clover down there SOMEWHERE!Ó sheÕd
declare. Her dress, too short, would lift right up and show all her bottom,
and her panties were smaller, too small, wedging deep into her little
crack and showing the lovely swell of her seat-cheeks where they bulged
out, whiter even than her panties. Her legs were always deep brown from
swimming. SheÕd swim in her pool from early spring until late autumn,
when the cold finally drove her from the water. Her mother called her the
Ôpool-nymph,Õ but to Dave she was a wood-nymph, standing high upon the
logs and bending down to inspect the budding clover. ÒI feel lucky today.
DonÕt you feel lucky, Mr. Dobson?Ó Ginger would ask innocently. And the
most embarrassing thing about it for him, staring at her small uncovered
ass, was that he KNEW she knew she wasnÕt asking him about the clover.
One day he told her a bee had landed on her bottom. He was going to
reach out and pinch her naughty little ass, but she was too quick, leaping
from the wood pile and darting back inside his house. Later when she
returned he told her heÕd taken up bee-keeping, and she was too sweet for
visiting him in his back yard, that the bees would sting her, though they
left him alone. She believed it for awhile. But one day he found her out
back with a whole troop of little girls. They were wearing empty gunny
sacks over their heads. Being small girls, still prepubescent, the sacks
covered them down to their waists. Apparently the girls thought this
sufficient, for they were boldly marching about the yard, spraying bug
spray whenever they thought they saw a bee. Dave had to laugh at the
sight of the little girls prancing and dancing about, their short skirts
flapping, their fannies as vulnerable as ever, but feeling quite safe, and
being quite safe, for he did not keep bees in his back yard. At last, puffing
with proud gasps, the girls marched into his house.
ÒAll the bees have been vam-ooosed, Mr. Dobson!Ó Ginger told him as
he sat drinking a beer at his kitchen table. She still wore burlap over her
head, despite being inside his house.
Dave glanced out the backyard window. ÒI donÕt see any dead bees on
my lawn,Ó he mused.
ÒWe didnÕt want to kill them!Ó Ginger said. ÒWe just scared them.
But they wonÕt come back! They were scared of us and all our bug spray.Ó
Dave nodded, drank another draught of beer.
ÒNow you have to pay us, Mr. Dobson!Ó Ginger told him. She extended
her little palm and held it before him, expectantly. Finally, when he made
it quite clear he was just going to enjoy his beer, despite all her valiant
efforts on his behalf, she added: Òbut you can let us sip some of your beer
if you donÕt have any money.Ó
ÒScram! Vamoose your SELF!Ó heÕd yelled at her. He wished he could
yell that now, he mused, uncapping a new beer. Blue Boar Pale Ale. He
ought to take her up on her offer now, and send her home so drunk she
didnÕt remember anything.
ÒShe deserved that spanking,Ó Dave said aloud to himself. And she
had. But it wouldnÕt help any. ÔYes, your honor, I paddled her because she
used to stand on top of my wood pile and look at my clover.Õ That would be
his winning argument. HeÕd rest his case with that.
Ginger, meanwhile, lay in DaveÕs bedroom on his bed. She was
flopped on her tummy. Her face was buried in the big pillow Dave
sometimes put under his wifeÕs belly to arch up her hips for him so he
could sink more deeply into her glorious backside. Ginger coughed. Little
mewing sounds escaped her throat as Annette, solicitious of her bottom,
uncorked a stoppered bottle and soothed oil over her seat. It was a chilly
oil. It made GingerÕs flaming bottom hurt a little less.
ÒMmmm, that was quite a spanking my husband gave you, wasnÕt it?Ó
Annette asked the girl.
ÒYeth it hurt,Ó Ginger breathed. Despite the sensitivity of her seat
she arched it up a little. Lying on her other side, opposite Annette, Dave
sported a new erection. It bumped sideways against the small of her back,
like some overgrown cucumber, when Ginger drew in her knees and pushed
her ass up. Had she known it was there, hovering above her little waist?
Now she did, if she hadnÕt before. She sighed and seemed to accept its
presence. She wiggled her bottom a little and made ChipÕs penis saw
across her delving waist.
Annette smiled at Chip. He lay like a nude Adonis across from her.
Precum oozed from the tip of his excited penis and Ginger shrieked when
she felt it drip onto the small of her back. Yet, after shrinking down a
little, she lofted her bottom higher. She shoved ChipÕs penis up with her
and made it angle away from him like some cockeyed cock.
Chip looked at Annette. He had already cum several times this
evening. He had enough for one more emission, he guessed. Without
speaking, his eyes asked if Annette understood this. She smiled, a little
sheepishly? She nodded. She gave permission. He still looked to her first.
She was the reason he had come tonight, not some spoilt girl from next
door who didnÕt know what she wanted, and probably wouldnÕt appreciate
it when she got it.
Annette lifted her oil-drenched palm from GingerÕs bottom. She
stroked ChipÕs erection lightly with her fingers, greasing it, leaving
streaks of oil wherever her fingers smoothed across the big veined pestle
of flesh. Ginger, sensing something had been taken away from her, lofted
her bottom a little higher. She bumped against ChipÕs penis again, making
it angle so far to one side that he had to readjust his hips. He rolled back
a little onto his seat. His penis stuck into the air, waved about, a flagpole
without a flag. Annette followed the movement of ChipÕs cock and kept
stroking it. She leaned across GingerÕs small lovely bottom, pressed the
girlÕs seat back down a little with her free hand. She kissed the head of
ChipÕs cock. Ginger mewled with disappointment. She was no longer the
center of attention. She wanted to be.
With an impetuous jolt Ginger shoved her soft little ass upward. Her
seat bumped Annette with such force that it knocked AnnetteÕs mouth off
the tip of ChipÕs cock, where sheÕd begun to suck at his pee hole.
Annette tossed her head. Her chignon was almost completely undone
now and her blonde hair kept getting in her eyes.
ÒBad girl!Ó Annette scolded. She slapped GingerÕs bottom, but only
lightly. There was a remedy for a bumptious girl like Ginger.
Ginger squeaked at the slap but her bottom barely retreated from its
arched-up position. Instead she waved the bulbous seat around. It was
full and glossy and incredibly satiny soft and taut, the skin like stretched
rubber across the surface of a ball. Down the middle of her seat it was
split, a lovely crack offering twin openings.
Chip stared at the gyrating butterball of flesh. How sweetly it was
warmed, the white skin slapped to a hue of tomato red. While her bottom
was (formerly) white, flecks of white still showing here and there where
DaveÕs hand had failed to strike, her legs were golden. Hours of playing in
her backyard pool had tanned them to twin sticks of cinnamon. Her back
too, so thin and small, with her ribs sticking out and showing whenever
she drew in a tremulous breath, was cinnamon-colored too, and above that,
her arms, tense and drawn close to her body, her hands by her face, were
suntanned. Yet across the mid-point of her back, there was a single white
line. She wore her bra there, lying by her pool, but tonight her bra was
forgotten at home, and her small lovely breasts were crushed beneath her
as she stuck up her bottom at him.
It was an invitation Chip couldnÕt refuse. With a final glance at
Annette, letting her know he wouldnÕt be able to service her this night, he
stuck his knee between GingerÕs long legs. They kicked at him. He
managed, nonetheless, to get the rest of himself between her, like a man
moving heavy equipment to where it was needed to do the work it had been
assigned. His other leg joined the first. The presence of his legs kept
Ginger from closing hers. His balls and cock hung suspended over her
bottom.
ÒGet them apart,Ó he snarled. He shoved at the girlÕs thighs. He
wasnÕt happy at losing his chance to fuck Annette. Yet, with such a
virginal bottom wiggling under him, offering, inviting, he felt compelled
to fuck her.
GingerÕs lovely little seat shrank from him as she felt him position
himself to mount her. But she had noplace to go now, this teasing
recalcitrant girl. He was towering over her, his cock huge and pointing
right at her, his balls slung up under his crotch, full with the last of his
cum and ready to go.
Chip grabbed GingerÕs extremely small waist and yanked her down a
bit, closer to his waiting loins. In the same motion he pulled her bottom
back up high into the air again, lodging the head of his cock right in her
buttcrack.
ÒYeek! No!Ó Ginger cried. And her voice was quite serious. SheÕd
have called 911 in that moment. Chip widened the spread of his knees,
kneeling upon the bed, and his knees in turn forced her long legs wider
apart. Barbie was about to get a present from Ken.
ÒWait,Ó Annette said. She touched twin fingers to ChipÕs cock. She
held him back. She tossed her golden-blonde hair and slipped from the bed.
Chip watched her walk to a nightstand beside the bed. Her luscious mature
bottom rolled, invited. Her crack was deeper, her cheeks fuller. How he
longed to plunge himself into her knowing seat, to ride such a luscious
mare! She would appreciate his every stroke, his every thrusting
movement. Yet instead, somehow, heÕd become tasked with deflowering
this anxious maiden. She would buck and moan and complain, and
afterward frown at him ruefully. She would not appreciate, except in
some disguised girlish way, sticking her tongue out at him, showing him
her lollipop tongue in a gesture of childish defiance. ÔYou bested me,Õ her
tongue would say, sticking out at him, ÔI teased you and resisted you but
you bested me. Now pray I donÕt tell my daddy.Õ
Annette returned with a small dogÕs collar. She regained the bed
and, kneeling upon it, bent over GingerÕs face. With expert hands she
collared GingerÕs neck. The girl, startled, twisted her neck about, puppy-
like, but Annette was too sure and too quick for her, and the collar was
buckled securely around her.
ChipÕs eyes darted to two straps laid down by Annette on the bed as
she remounted it. Beside them lay two sticks. All had been brought from
the nightstand. He wondered at them. What was their purpose? Their
presence excited him and he shafted his cock within the soft open crack of
GingerÕs bottom. The girl tried to yank her hips away, shocked, but he
moved his big sausage-like prick back and forth between her squeezing
seat-cheeks. He was not fucking her, he was not inside her. He was
simply shafting his cock along her furrow, yet she resisted. The oil
Annette had so carefully spread all about and within GingerÕs seat now
eased ChipÕs passage. He felt as if he were buttering his big cock, sliding
it back and forth within GingerÕs oiled fanny.
ÒGod this feels good,Ó Chip confessed. He looked at Annette. She
reached back and took one of the straps sheÕd deposited on the bed,
wrapped it around one of GingerÕs small wrists. She smiled. Ginger let
out a cry of alarm but, conveniently, kept her hands pressed close to her
face, unmoving. She was like a rabbit caught between headlights, stone
still, just her ass moving, in wiggling little resistance-movements. The
stirring and shifting and bouncing of her seat only served to heighten
ChipÕs excitement. He sawed his cock within the clenching halves of her
tushy more eagerly. He was so big that he split her bottom apart to its
widest extent just by laying his penis within her furrow. She could not
hold him within her split seat, instead she was opened by him, just the
underside of his cock actually pressing down within her. Yet it was
enough for the two of them to each be innervated by the other. He was as
mesmerized by the moving ball of flesh beneath his cock as she was by the
big sausage-like thing pressed down into the intimate furrow of her seat.
And, through it all, tingling up to her tailbone even as it sent shudders
through him, they both knew what lay ahead. A contact this intimate
would not simply abate. It must be completed. They must run their course
together, joust upon the bed, and both lose, and gain from it.
She would lose her hymen and be filled with his maleness, his seed.
He would lose his cum but gain a notch on his belt, and her blood would
anoint his cock.
With grim efficiency, knowing she would share none of this, Annette
closed a strap around GingerÕs remaining wrist. Then she picked up the
twin sticks and, attaching each at one end to GingerÕs collar, she attached
each at its other end to one of GingerÕs wrists. The effect was to bind
GingerÕs wrists with the sticks. They held her hands close to her face,
while keeping them away from her neck, lest she undo the very collar that
was the centerpiece. Once locked in to the collar, the sticks were caught
and held by it so that they could not move at all. Not forward, or
backward.
Ginger lifted her neck. At the back of her collar there was, sewn
into the collar, a tube. It was into this that the end of each stick fitted.
The twin ends of the sticks, fitted into the back of her collar, felt like a
yoke across the back of her neck. She was an animal now, yoked and ready
for the stud to inseminate. She let out a cry of despair. Her childhood
was about to end.
Chip raised himself slightly, drawing his cock from where it had
settled so pleasantly between GingerÕs seat. He repositioned himself. He
lifted her bottom up more, presented her cunt to his loins. Then he
stabbed his prick down within the folds of her pussy.
Despite the welling up of his seed, so urgent, so importuning, so
eager to rush forth even now, though his penis-tip was just splitting the
outer folds of her cunt, Chip hesitated. A moment of circumspection
washed over him. She was but 12, he was 21. He could spend the rest of
his life in prison in the Land of the Free for what he was about to do. Yet
what man could resist such a sweet ball of flesh, so perfectly exposed and
waiting? Ginger bumped against him, lodging him a little deeper. Had he
done that, or had she? Her sucking tightness enveloped half his cockhead
now. She was wet. He was oiled. His precum drooled, for a moment he
became startled, fearing his seed was erupting. But it was just a drooling
pre-emission, wetting the way, anointing the passage.
Chip shoved himself deeper. Ginger cried out. He could feel her
hymen now, his cockhead splitting her, a big walnut on a stick trapped
within the clutching fig of her pussy.
Gazing down at his shaft, still nude, still free of her, only his
cockhead trapped within her, Chip once again considered his options. He
was an adult, an ex-serviceman. She was just a bored child, looking for
something to do in the rain. Had Roseanne been a rerun? Had GilliganÕs
Island failed to hold her interest? Had the Nintendo game been in her
brotherÕs bedroom, where she couldnÕt play with it?
ÒAghggh!Ó Chip cried out. She was bumping her tissued hymen
against his pee-hole, stretching herself on his cockhead even as he held
himself back. Yet he knew, after heÕd fucked her, sheÕd blame it all on him.
SheÕd hold him responsible and, if she wished, sheÕd hold him accountable
to the Law. Yet he was male, a stemming, excited male, and she was being
a very naughty girl and knew it and loved it and gave him another inviting
little bump with her hymen, he lodged just inside her, she waiting so
sweetly, yet so impatiently.
ÒPlease, let me go!Ó Ginger piped up. Yet even as she spoke she gave
him another little bump. Her bottom was a ball that she used to knock him
in his loins. She was hitting him below the belt, and he loved it.
He took command. She screamed, feeling him draw her up, his hands
clasped to her waist, holding her, lifting her even as he plunged himself
down through her hymen and into the depths of her cunt.
ÒNoooooo!Ó Ginger wailed. With grim vengeance he speared her. His
huge cock split her virgin tube and lunged down into the private sanctuary
of her womb.
ÒOOOOOOOH!Ó Ginger shouted. He knew she must feel like a stuck pig,
and like a pig prancing its way to market sheÕd now gotten more than she
bargained for. The hatchet had fallen. Her puss was virgin no more, and
she was feeling, for the first time, just how big and huge and massive a
male cock in her little 12-year-old body could be.
Annette sat patting and stroking GingerÕs hair. She had chestnut-
brown hair, streaked with gold from being out in the sun. It was pulled
tight into twin pigtails, tied with pink bows. Chip wanted to reach
forward and grab the collared, yoked girl by her pigtails and use them as
leashes to ride her across the bedroom. Instead, he used her hips. He
yanked her up by her waist even more, shoving her almost into a pretzel
shape, her back half lofted up while her front half sloped down, her wrists
caught by her collar and her legs kicking. If her knees bumped her wrists
she would be a pretzel, a human pretzel, and her lovely upturned bottom
would be the violated base of the pretzel. Yes, violated. For just the
thought of her little tormented body beneath him, all scrunched up and
offering, showing him her most intimate parts and being impaled on him,
sent Chip into a frenzy. With hard, merciless strokes he began to shaft
her. He was a Mongol. He was the Devil himself. He would ride this little
pony till she dropped with weariness and then he would cast her aside and
go fuck Annette. It was the woman he wanted, yet somehow heÕd been
tricked into spending himself in this little girl. Well, she would pay for
that.
ÒNo-oh-Boo! Hoo!Ó Annette broke into tears. Chip pounded her with
his desperate loins. He gave her no quarter, though she was quartered. He
drove his rock-solid cock deep into her precious soft squeezingly-tight
little cunny. Again and again he hammered her with his hardness. He was
a lightning bolt, streaking down explosively into the earth. She received
him. She had no choice. She began crying, yet Annette simply patted her
head. As the fucking continued Annette plucked at GingerÕs pigtailÕs. She
unbound the girlÕs hair. She was a child no more. She was a woman.
ÒUnh! Unh! Unh! Ohhhhh!Ó Chip grunted out his pleasure and, quite
unexpectedly, cuming before he meant to, he gasped out a delicious sigh of
relief. He felt his testicles tighten. The death grip. The wonderful full
sensation that flooded a man and stiffened his cock, just as he realized
heÕd passed his point of no return.
Chip savored the moment. He sighed out a great marvelous sigh,
tight within Ginger, so deliciously held by the depths of her small childÕs
body. Then his seed rushed forth from his balls. It shot down the
enormous length of his cock. It was quick as rain in a sudden mid-summer
thunderstorm. He flooded her. He seeded her. He spilled into the depths of
her womb and prayed sheÕd taken a pill.
GingerÕs hair flowed down over her back, covering her collar,
Annette unbinding it from her pink bows. Her wailing quieted, ceased. She
received him like a shocked child. For a moment not a sound issued from
her and then, breaking into a series of moans, she banged her bottom
against his loins. In response Chip began shafting her again, enjoying the
hardness of his cock even as he spilled out the very essence that kept it
hard. In a minute he would be done, he would begin to soften inside her,
but that moment was not yet here and he burrowed his still-hard strength
within her. She clenched and clutched at him with her virginal cunt. He
noticed his penis had turned red with the blood of her broken hymen. He
leaned forward, he collapsed upon her. She squeaked as the heavy weight
of his body came crushing down upon her. His breath was hot and he
shoved his face down beside hers and sought her tongue. Ginger twisted
her head, offered her lips. Her tongue extended to meet his. Together they
thrashed upon the bed.
Annette rose. She moved to ChipÕs hips and slapped his bottom hard.
Chip let out a cry and shafted Ginger even more deeply. Ginger squawked
at the new intrusion. He forced himself down even harder within her.
And then, his seed gone, he began to soften. His hips stilled. Ginger
thrashed less violently beneath him. Her legs ceased their aimless
kicking. Yet their tongues stayed together, searching, touching their tips,
their lips kissing.
Slowly, after many minutes had gone by, Chip raised himself up from
Ginger. Her small body lay still on the bed. A tremble passed through her
and her face, twisted to one side, offered a lolling tongue.
ÒYou did well, Chip,Ó Annette praised him. She was standing beside
the bed, still wearing her white teddy with its pink bows, her crotch thong
undone, hanging down. Her big full bosoms, round and milk white, offered
themselves. The triangles of fabric that had once been slung up over her
teats dangled hopelessly underneath her swelling breasts, untied,
forgotten. Chip, rising from the bed, seized Annette. He sucked hard on
one of her breasts, grabbing both. He was a child again, needing milk. Yet
between his legs he was no longer hard. He was spent. Annette pushed
him away. She had no use for him now.
ÒAnother time,Ó she said. ÒAnother time, Chip. We will play again.Ó
Then she touched his penis, stirred it with her fingertips. Just in case.
But he had no more to offer.
Suddenly Dave was there, standing in the bedroom door. He wore his
hood still, masking his face, and his long black boots that stretched up to
his knees, and his pants that sheathed his powerful thighs but left his
loins quite naked. He held a whip in his hand. His cock was big and fine
and ready.
Chip, surprised, stepped back from DaveÕs wife.
ÒDid you fuck her?Ó Dave asked Chip. The young man didnÕt know to
which female Dave referred. He looked blankly at Dave. Then, finally, he
murmured: ÒGinger. I fucked Ginger.Ó
ÒWell, she is not my wife,Ó Dave replied. He gave Chip a grim smile.
Then he stepped forward and grabbed Annette by her lovely blonde hair.
ÒYou have a date with a strip of leather,Ó he growled to her.
ÒNo! Oh, no! Please, Dave!Ó Annette cried. But he yanked her by her
hair and dragged her by it, frog-marching her from the bedroom. She was
taken stumbling down the stairs to the first floor of the house and then,
Chip listening, he heard them go into the basement, shutting its door with
a slam.
ÒIÕm telling my mommie,Ó Ginger said. Chip whirled about. Ginger
lay prone on the bed, still yoked within her collar, her face twisted
toward him and frowning. She stuck out her tongue at him. It was a sweet
raspberry-colored tongue.
Chip walked over to her. He sat his bare buns down on the bed. He
reached through her hair and grabbed the back of her collar. Abruptly he
yanked her up so that she knelt spread-legged on the bed, but with her
back straight. She gazed open-mouthed at him. She was still trapped in
her collar, her arms held aloft, her hands beside her face. Her breasts,
young and still growing, stuck out like fleshy points from her chest. Her
belly drew in and then swelled in a flat little swell, then drew in again.
Her pubis, just coming in, grew in soft fleecy curls where her legs met.
ÒDo you want me to undo the straps or do you want me to just leave
you like that?Ó Chip asked her matter-of-factly.
ÒUndo-- Undo the straps,Ó Ginger replied in a small, tremulous voice.
ÒOkay,Ó Chip grunted. It seemed to settle the matter. Ginger
remained quiet, poised on her knees, her back straight, her cunny arched
forward invitingly, as Chip undid her collar and straps. Out of the corner
of his eye he noticed his seed dripping from her cunt, mixed with her
blood. It stained the white sheet on the bed.
ÒThere, you are undone,Ó Chip said when heÕd finished. Ginger shook
her head like a dog emerging from water. Her hair flew about, looking so
lovely even in its tousled, unkempt state, all mussed from playing and
fucking.
ÒWhere are my ribbons?Ó Ginger asked. Kneeling still, she glanced
around. She seemed to value her hair ribbons more than her hymen. She
stretched back, a leonine cat stretching after a good fuck by her husband-
tiger, and fetched up her bows from where Annette had dropped them. She
retied them into her hair. ÒI have to go home now,Ó Ginger said. Chip
nodded.
Quietly, like a prisoner stealing past a guard, Ginger slipped from
the bed. She padded to the door of the bedroom. Chip watched her bottom.
It rolled sweetly like a small childÕs beach ball, colored red from where it
had been slapped, white where DaveÕs hand had not left an imprint. At the
door Ginger turned and blew Chip a kiss. ÒBye,Ó she called.
ÒGoodbye,Ó Chip replied. Then, feeling a little afraid, he added,
ÒDonÕt you want to take a bath first before you go home?Ó But Ginger was
gone, slipped through the door and rushing fleet-footed down the steps.
Before he could even rise from the bed he heard the front door open and
close.
Chip got up from the bed. He felt drawn to the bedroom door and then
to the steps beyond. As he descended them, nude, his cock dripping, the
front door reopened. Ginger stole within. She was as lovely as before, her
hair pinned up again in pigtails, her body soft and lissome, a cat, a kitten,
a 12-year-old sexual tigress. All three at once, Chip mused, and the sight
of her made him stiffen, though, sensing himself between his legs, he
guessed he was not hard in the one place he wished to be. For a moment
his mind thought she might be leading in her father, or the police. But it
was just her, little Ginger, all by herself.
ÒI forgot my umbrella. ItÕs raining outside,Ó she said. She gazed up
at him standing on the stairs. Quietly she crossed the living room and
tried the basement door. It opened. She stepped within.
Chip heard a scream. He bolted down the stairs. There was the
crack of a whip and another scream and then, emerging from that horrific
melange of sounds, little Ginger reappeared. She was holding her umbrella
aloft over her head. Quietly she closed the basement door again. There
was another scream, but the closed door shrouded it, so that it sounded
only like a ghoul wailing far out at sea.
ÒBye. I have to go home now,Ó Ginger said to Chip. He was standing
by the door and he stepped back reluctantly to let her pass.
ÒDonÕt-- DonÕt you want me to walk you home or--?Ó he asked
solicitously. But Ginger only put a finger to her lips and smiled.
ÒNobodyÕs home. I can sneak in and theyÕll never know I was gone, if
I hurry. But theyÕll be home soon.Ó She seemed distressed a moment and
reached down and cupped her pussy. She grinned. A sheepish, surprised
grin. ÒYour stuff is dripping out of me,Ó she said. ÒI never went this far
before. I guess IÕll-- IÕll have to hold myself.Ó
ÒTake a bath when you get home,Ó Chip said.
ÒSure. O.K. But I have to go or theyÕll get home ahead of me,Ó Ginger
said. Then she hurried for the front door. She held her umbrella in one
hand, over her head, and with her other hand she held herself between her
legs, catching the drips of ChipÕs seed that dripped out of her. Somehow
she got the door open again and, in a flash of brown pigtails, she was gone.
For a moment Chip heard the rain outside and then the front door closed
and he heard nothing.
Chip felt his cock dripping between his legs. He looked down at his
feet. The house was quiet. He hoped Annette had a maid to clean up after
them. He wiped away a drop of sperm from the tip of his penis. He should
go too, he guessed. He could stay and watch Annette be whipped but he
was quite thoroughly spent and he didnÕt want to be upstaged in the cock
department by Dave.
Beckoning, perhaps, a wail arose from the basement, a female wail,
but Chip decided to go upstairs instead. He went back into the master
bedroom where heÕd fucked Ginger and looked at their bed. Yes, it was
theirs now too, as well as AnnetteÕs and DaveÕs, for theyÕd shared it to
deflower her. He went to the dresser and opened it and rummaged around
until he found some of DaveÕs underwear. To his chagrin he discovered
that Dave wore underwear a size bigger than he did.
ÒFat ass,Ó Chip assured himself. He stepped into the underpants and
pulled them on. Then he went to the closet and fished out one of DaveÕs
shirts, and a pair of pants, trying to pick items Dave wouldnÕt mind losing.
He put them on, got socks for himself, went downstairs. He felt awkward
tying on DaveÕs sneakers but he didnÕt want to go down into the basement
for his own clothes. He didnÕt know why, he just didnÕt. Perhaps he
couldnÕt bear the thought of seeing Annette whipped. She had such a
glorious bottom, so white, so perfect. He tried to dismiss it from his
mind. He got the shoes tied and went to the front door and opened it.
The rain met him. As he stood on the front porch, admiring his
camaro, hoping the rain would stop, standing half in and half out of the
open front door, he saw a police car roll by. It startled him, but the car
kept going, moving purposefully but with no sense of purpose, patrolling.
The car disappeared in the rain.
Dave pulled the front door shut and decided to take his chances with
the rain. He darted across the wet lawn. He remembered that heÕd left his
keys and his wallet inside but his car was unlocked, and he knew where he
had a second set of keys in the car. Let Dave and Annette keep the wallet.
He only carried money in it, and not much, for he knew heÕd be laying it
aside while he partied at their house. He opened his car door and slipped
inside. He shut it quickly. He was wet! He could feel the rain streaming
down his face and it had wet his hair and DaveÕs shirt was matted to his
chest.
ÒDamn, that was great,Ó Chip admitted to himself. HeÕd partied a
little before, but never like that. He reached over to the other seat and
wedged his hand down into it where the back of the seat met the seat
itself and, searching within the seat crack, he fished out the extra pair of
keys to his car.
Dave started his car and wheeled it about on the slick street in the
rain. He looked once more at Dave and AnnetteÕs house, wondering if she
was still being whipped. Then he saw a light come on upstairs in the
house next door. Ginger. He smiled once, and then he floored his Camaro
and was gone.
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