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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PASSIONÕS PLAYPEN
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Chapter Thirteen
She was Ôon loan.Õ She lay in the back seat of the limo across
FaisalÕs lap. It befitted a slave to ride in the car this way, he told her,
and she must expect to do it whenever she was taken out of the castle.
She wore a long-sleeved crop top with an open collar. He had selected a
size too small for her, so that sheÕd had to struggle to get the top zipped
up in front over her breasts. A bra was out of the question. There was
simply no extra room for it. The top left her belly bare and when he was
not fingering her throat, he played in her navel with his finger.
It felt odd to her to be clothed. She had spent the last several days
completely naked in the castle, except when Althea or Susie had her tan
herself by the pool, in which case she endured the sting of putting panties
on over her flayed bottom in order to keep up her tan. Now her bottom was
completely healed which meant, or so she was told, that she must be
whipped again. Always she must be in one state or the other: healing,
being cosseted and pampered and loved because of her sacrifice, or the
ordeal. It might last for days, Althea, who served as her chaperone,
explained. And whenever it ended Kate was sure to have a sore bottom.
At one time the girls at the castle had been forbidden books, or any
intellectual pursuits. But in recent years all over Arabia the restraints
had begun to loosen. Men went abroad and found the conversation of well-
schooled females to be a delight. So now Kate, instead of being
intentionally confined to only the most feminine activities, sewing or
making paper decorations or simply passing the time idly, chatting, were
allowed to watch some television or even to read Cosmopolitan magazine
or read a few books. But to Kate the books seemed an intrusion. They
reminded her of homework back in college. She had spent too many years
at a private Catholic high school, doing too much homework, and she found
she preferred to just play childish games with Debbi, who was quite
enthusiastic about them. So they played jacks together or made spirals
with a plastic Spirograph on pastel construction paper, or they drew a
hopscotch square with colored chalk out by the pool and danced through it,
chanting girlish songs in high-pitched sing-song voices.
Lying in the car, across FaisalÕs lap, Kate teased at the zipper of his
trousers with her teeth. She tugged it down a little and stuck her tongue
in the opening sheÕd made. Just the tip fit and she was afraid she might
cut her tongue on the zipper but she stuck it in anyhow, exploring. Boldly
he unzipped her crop top and her breasts fell out into his hands. Faisal had
a reputation among the girls for being rough and when he took hold of her
breasts he squeezed them hard enough to make her uncomfortable. But
except for a little yelp that she was unable to suppress she kept her
tongue exploringly within his pants, a good slave despite her suffering.
Faisal gave a jerk of his loins as she withdrew her tongue and zipped
his zipper down the rest of the way. At first she thought his movement
had been a command, ordering her to take him out, but when she pried with
her fingers into the fly of his pants she felt him try to draw back, even
though, thanks to his excitement, this was quite impossible. In fact he
grew toward her fingertips as she sent them in to release him. She smiled
to herself that she was making him uncomfortable, even as he had done to
her. They were going to a party together, outside the castle, and he would
be expected to enjoy cocktails and get to know the other guests. He could
not arrive with an emission inside his pants. He had to hold himself.
Nonetheless instead of being the best sort of slave, and not undoing him or
teasing him, she reached into his pants and pinched at the large coiled
snake of his penis, so thick, that lounged (with increasing discomfort)
there.
ÒIt is enough,Ó he said. He reached down and pulled her hand back but
she arched her tongue out, naughtily, and stabbed at his underpants,
pressing her tongue hard to wet the cotton with her saliva. ÒIt is enough,Ó
he said again. His voice was stern. He drew her head back away from him
and then zipped himself up. Like a spoiled child denied candy, she turned
so that her face glared up at his. She pouted and gave him a look of
complete feminine disapproval.
ÒYou need a collar,Ó he replied, fingering her bare throat again. If
sheÕd had a collar on he could have pulled her head back more firmly.
Instead heÕd had to get his fingers around her neck, pushing past the lovely
veil of her blonde mane which ran from her head down to the middle of her
back, cut just short enough so that its ends couldnÕt cover her breasts.
She was uncuffed, uncollared, wearing clothes. It felt so strange.
She was used to being bare, with steel cuffs firmly keeping her hands
behind her, except when she asked permission to play games with Debbi.
Even tanning by the pool she had been handcuffed. And at mealtime Althea
had fed her with a spoon. The food had been cut into small portions so
that a spoon could handle it, whatever it was. The Sultan had taken great
delight in seeing her fed like a baby, but with her hands securely
imprisoned behind her. She had been forbidden a bib, so that when she
spilled food, unused to being fed by another, it fell onto her breasts and
Althea had to lick it off. SheÕd had to be especially careful sipping hot
liquids. A mistake would have scalded her bosoms. Althea, who
sometimes seemed reckless in spoon feeding her, as if to cause some food
to spill, was always careful when giving her sips of hot liquid. She was
grateful that Althea was so kind. Another female might have felt jealous
or mean and might have deliberately scalded her breasts or her nipples,
but Althea was very kind. Nonetheless she obeyed all the directives of the
Sultan and permitted Kate only what he allowed. Kate was forced to go
potty in a childrenÕs potty and then empty and clean it herself. She was
made to wear handcuffs at night, in her sleep. And if she used any
indecent words she was sure to receive a slap across her face. Despite
their nudity at the castle and the sensuality of their treatment, being fed
and bathed in handcuffs, and allowed whims, which were hastily fulfilled
by Arab servants, the girls were to speak decently. No swear words were
permitted and they could not speak of base things. Always, no matter
what they might be doing, they were to use only the words allowed in a
properly run schoolroom, calling shit ÒB/MÓ and piss Òmaking water.Ó
Only on rare occasions, as on the first night when Althea had brought Kate
to satisfaction after her horsey ride, both of them disobeying the castleÕs
rules, was Kate allowed to speak naughtily. The only other time Kate
might use bad words was during an ordeal, but only if the Sultan chose to
excuse them, after hearing them.
Now, though, looking up at Faisal, Kate chose to disobey.
ÒWere you afraid youÕd cum?Ó she asked him. She stared at him like
a defiant, unruly child. Then when he met her gaze, she turned her face
away. She trembled a little as he put his hands to her naked breasts. He
traced the outline of her stiff nipples and bent them slightly, as if testing
them for some ordeal.
ÒYou are a slut,Ó he said to her frankly. The men at the castle were
encouraged to use swear words whenever possible. They routinely
referred to the girls as sluts, or whores, however prettily the girls might
be dressed, however proper their manners. Their breasts were spoken of
crudely and their bottoms were described in terms suitable only for
animals. They did not possess a Òderriere,Ó as the girls were required to
say, but Òfat little asses.Ó Their breasts were called ÒhootersÓ or some
other insulting male term. Frequently they were beckoned or dismissed
with reference solely to their sex, their names being omitted entirely, as
in, Òcome here, cuntÓ or Òtake your pussy to bed.Ó
Lying on FaisalÕs lap, looking away from him at the coffee table in
front of them, Kate wondered if indeed he might be right. She found
herself luxuriating in the castleÕs ways as she waited for her bottom to
heal. Only the Sultan could touch her, or Althea. Everyone else was at her
beck and call. She had earned her stripes, so to speak, and the servants
knew they must obey her in her requests, whether they be for chocolate or
her favorite flavor of yogurt or a snack of lobster, fresh from the Arabian
sea. The Sultan did not mind the expense, apparently. Despite being
reduced to mere cunnies the girls were treated like princesses by the
servants. Kate had never felt so loved, despite being mistreated, and as
she lay face up on FaisalÕs lap, having teased him to the point of losing
control, she wondered if she indeed was just a lazy slut. But as FaisalÕs
fingertips caressed her nipples, threatening to hurt them at any moment,
she felt she was not a slut. She was a prisoner. She was captive to the
men in her life, mere strangers days before, now completely in control of
her every movement. Yet she felt a certain pride in her ability to handle
captivity. She was not oppressed by it. Another female might have been
but she accepted it with an equanimity that surprised even her. It was as
if she was testing herself, seeing what her limits were, and these men
were just convenient, helpful to her as she journeyed down a sexual path
toward some kind of fulfillment as a woman. Kate arched her back and
forced her breasts more deeply into FaisalÕs hands.
Instead of pinching her breasts he spoke to her. And as he spoke he
began toying with the idea of offering her her freedom. Of course, she was
not his to give away, she belonged to the sultan. But at the present
moment they were both out of the castle, travelling to a party which
promised to keep them for the night. She had no collar on and no handcuffs
restraining her. Her clothing was sexy but it was hot, and she was an
American, and might get away with being dressed this way, provided she
moved quickly and found someone to help her.
Yes, she could escape, maybe, for Faisal was careless in not
handcuffing her and collaring her and keeping her on a leash. But as he
spoke to her it became clear to her that he wanted her to feel free. He
wanted her as a companion at the party. He didnÕt want her to arrive as a
slave, but to feel free like the other women at the party, and to enjoy
herself. He wanted to see her chit-chat freely with the other women and
share secrets with them and since they were all free, mostly American
wives or girlfriends of oil company executives, he wanted her to feel free
too. He had spent his whole life in a society where women were captives
and the idea of Kate being a free Western woman, but also his companion,
entranced him. So he offered her her freedom.
ÒWhat if I donÕt want it?Ó Kate asked him. She stuck her tongue out
at him. ÒWhat if I am just a slut?Ó
ÒYou are too young to be a slut,Ó Faisal said frankly. He teased her
nipples with his fingers, pressing harder on them. She wiggled her
breasts as if to free her nipples from his grasp but he held them more
tightly with his fingertips. ÒIf you donÕt want to be free,Ó he said, Òthen
you know what might happen.Ó He tugged at her nipples and she knew to
what he was referring. A girl who disobeyed at the castle, especially by
having sex with other girls when the men were not watching, might well
have her nipples cut off.
Kate ran her tongue over her lips. It was as if she were
contemplating something, building up to a decision. Then, with her nipples
still trapped in his fingers, she told him: ÒI donÕt want to be free. I want
to be a slut and belong to the sultan.Ó She made sure he knew that she
didnÕt want to belong to him.
Faisal sighed. ÒThen your nipples must certainly be pierced,Ó he
said. ÒAs a sign of possession.Ó To illustrate the point he pinched her
nipples hard. She cried out. ÒYes,Ó Faisal said, watching her mouth open
and gasp and her eyelashes flutter. ÒPierced and then fitted with small
golden rings so that you may be lead about by your nipples, with a leash
attached to each. And within the crack of your bottom you must be
branded, with the SultanÕs brand, so that anyone who opens you knows you
belong to him. And your tongue must be pierced also, and a ring put
through it, so that you speak with a satisfying lisp, and can be led around
by your tongue if you should be unfortunate enough to lose your nipples.Ó
Kate had on low-slung, hip-hugger jeans, tight jeans that sheÕd had to
fight to get into, and as he spoke to her she played with the laces of her
front-laced jeans. ÒDo you wish to caress yourself?Ó he asked her. ÒAre
you a little masturbator who wants to play with her pussy and make it
wet?Ó He pinched her nipples again and made her cry out more deeply.
ÒSit up!Ó he ordered. He yanked on her breasts, surprising even her as he
used her plump mounds to lift her up. Quickly she put her hands to the
seat and pushed on it. Between the two of them, she was up in a moment,
and forced to sit beside him. He fluffed her hair, ignoring her glare, and
made her sit next to him like a proper young lady would, not sprawled
across his lap like a naughty child or a woman who was a slut.
They arrived at a row of townhouses and stopped in front of the one
where the Americans lived. The driver helped Kate out of the car. Faisal
got out and took her arm and led her up to the door of the townhouse. Her
crop top was zipped up again, her pants remained laced. They knocked and
were greeted by a young woman in a micro mini. She had long brown hair
that sheÕd spun into loose curls. She was a few inches taller than Kate.
She wore a white blouse with a short leather vest over it. From the waist
up she looked respectably, if casually dressed. But her skirt was a
scandal. Althea had told Kate that the party would be an enema party and,
perhaps as a warning of what was planned, the woman who greeted them
had on a dress that was little more than a decoration. When she turned
around after saying ÔhelloÕ to them and giving them both a smile, Kate saw
that her skirt was high enough in back to show the underside of her
bottom. The woman wore white panties, perhaps as a claim to purity,
above long legs that were utterly bare. As she walked away from them,
back to the guests inside whoÕd already arrived, she gave her bottom an
exaggerated wiggle, as if to ensure that attention would be paid to it. On
her feet were little granny boots, each with a big buckle. They
accentuated the nakedness of her legs and the visibility of her bottom.
Kate felt her bottomcheeks clench together. SheÕd never been to an
enema party. Althea had explained to her the importance of flushing her
colon, but she had not expected to do it in front of strangers. As Kate
walked into the townhouse, holding FaisalÕs hand and following their
hostess, she felt an odd awareness of her bottom. Her every step made it
wiggle and as she felt her own bottom wiggling she watched the sashaying
ass of the hostess. Taking up their places amidst the guests Kate and
Faisal were introduced and they exchanged names with the others and
drinks were offered them. Kate took her drink gratefully. It would help
ease her apprehension at being Òhot flushed,Ó as Althea described it, in
front of complete strangers.
The other guests were dressed casually, many of the women wearing
short skirts, although the hostess was dressed most provocatively.
Seeing Kate in pants the hostess, when the conversation permitted, made
clear to her that everyone was to participate in the shared enemas. ÒYou
have lovely pants on but they will have to come off, IÕm afraid,Ó the
hostess said to Kate, then looked at Faisal to make sure he understood
also.
ÒWeÕre prepared to enjoy ourselves,Ó Faisal replied. Kate squeezed
his hand tightly. She sipped her drink and tried to look nonplussed.
ÒLetÕs begin then,Ó the hostess, who was named Amber, replied.
ÒSome of us have to be at work tomorrow.Ó
Kate glanced around the room and then let herself be drawn away
from Faisal. She gave him a quick kiss and then followed Amber and the
other females into another room. The men stayed behind. Amber explained
to Kate that the girls dressed up for their enemas, they didnÕt simply take
off their clothes. She sized Kate up as the other women began to strip
naked. She handed Kate a small string of fabric.
ÒHere, put this on,Ó Amber said to Kate. Looking down at the small
handful of material, Kate couldnÕt even tell what it might be. ÒGet
undressed and put it on,Ó Amber said more firmly. Then she pulled down
her miniskirt and her panties and began unlacing KateÕs jeans for her,
while leaving her miniskirt and panties coiled around her feet on the floor.
Kate was undressed. Amber complimented her on her body. Then she
pulled off her vest and blouse and told Kate to get into her lingerie. Kate
opened her hand and looked at the frilled little string again. As Amber
left her, to get something from the closet, kicking her panties and
miniskirt off her feet as she went, Kate untangled the string in her hand.
She still wore her heels. Amber kicked off her granny boots, favoring a
pair of stiletto heels instead, taking them from her clothes closet, she
reminded the women that they must all keep something on their feet.
ÒJust because youÕre getting an enema doesnÕt mean you can look less than
your best,Ó she told them. ÒBe sure to wear your heels.Ó She put heels on
her own feet, sitting down on a chair to do it, and then she slipped on a
baby doll nightie. It floated down to her midriff. Otherwise she remained
completely naked, except for her heels. But like the miniskirt sheÕd worn,
the babydoll had a special depraved allure to it. It was cupless, leaving
AmberÕs breasts completely bare. Worse, beneath her breasts, where the
babydoll ran beneath them, there was a strip of fur, showing off her tits
above the fur as if they were exotic objects. Indeed they looked so, big
and plump and deliciously framed by the babydoll, yet left completely
uncovered, at anyoneÕs mercy. Below, where the babydoll proved too short
to cover AmberÕs bellybutton, it made her look like an elf, prancing about
without need of clothes, showing her pussy to everyone. When Amber
turned around, her bare bottom jiggling fetchingly, the babydoll wafted
high above, uselessly. It reminded Kate of being a little girl and
outgrowing a favorite skirt.
Despite being bare bottomed, Amber issued orders to the other
females with prim confidence. She told the girls to hurry and get into
their lingerie so they could all have their bottoms filled. She reminded
them that they would all be strapped, and that she herself would be
adjusting the flow and temperature of the enemas, and deciding when a
girl was full. And she told them that they shouldnÕt mistake her cute
babydoll for a sign of weakness. She herself would spank at least some of
them, and the strap would be harsher for those who made her wait.
As quickly as she could, Kate got into her lingerie. The string proved
to be twin loops that opened and fitted around her breasts. It had
spaghetti straps that ran up behind her neck. From the crevice between
her breasts the string, having framed her breasts prettily, ran down her
belly and between her legs. Despite being frilled as it passed over her
belly, when it slipped between her legs it became a simple G-string, like a
shoelace in appearance, and it immediately got caught between her pussy
lips, not covering them at all but teasing her spot whenever she moved.
The G-string continued up between the cheeks of her ass and then met a
slim thread that ran around her hips, allowing it to be tied off. On the
thread running around her waist there was a ribbon attached at the back,
and Kate, with the help of another girl, tied the ribbon to the end of the G-
string so that the two, tied together, made a pretty bow. They had the
added advantage of keeping her costume on.
ÒThere, now youÕre properly dressed,Ó Amber said to Kate. She
sidled up to her and tugged on the frilled string that ran down KateÕs belly.
It was as if she were testing the costume, seeing how much tension it
could take before it ripped off.
ÒCareful,Ó Kate gasped. The thing was fragile and despite being an
inconsiderable item of clothing she still didnÕt want to lose it. Except for
her earrings and nail polish, it was all she had.
ÒThe string in your bottom can be easily moved aside for the
introduction of the tip of the nozzle,Ó Amber assured Kate, as if being
clothed in even such an insubstantial garment worried Kate that she might
not get her colon filled up. Kate nodded, tried to smile. She was worried
about letting this babydolled creature have at her. She seemed naughty
and bold, eager to see Kate made submissive in ways Kate had never
imagined.
ÒCome, girls,Ó Amber said impishly. She gave them a broad smile
and then led them from the undressing room. She moved her bottom most
salaciously as she walked. She tossed back her lovely mane of brown hair,
confident, despite the misgivings Amber herself felt and that she knew
some of the other females felt too.
ÒI donÕt need to get my bottom cleaned out,Ó a young girl, perhaps
the daughter of an executive, whispered to Kate. Glancing over at her, for
a moment Kate thought she was with Debbi. The girl had a childish gaze on
her face and her bottom jiggled nervously as she walked. Like Amber, she
had on a babydoll nightie, but it was in the form of a sheer crop top that
covered her bosoms and hung down almost to her bellybutton. It was slit
maliciously up the middle in front so that it would fall completely open,
unless a pink bow was tied between the breasts to keep it together. The
girl had tried to add a G-string panty but Amber had refused to allow her
to put it on.
ÒShhhh, Daisy. Enemas can be fun,Ó an older woman behind the girl
said. Kate turned slightly and looked over her shoulder and saw a woman
in a teddy. She was taller than both of them, and had piled her blazing red
hair up on top of her head to show off the loveliness of her face. She was
slim and wore a teddy that hooked behind her neck, then ran down over her
breasts and narrowed to a vee small enough to fit between her legs. The
teddy sheathed her body, arching up to leave her hips bare, but covering
her tummy. There were two lace straps that needed to be tied together
between her breasts to hold up the cuplike portion that stretched across
them, but she had neglected to tie them. As a result her breasts jiggled
temptingly in the cupping lace fabric, free of all constraint except for the
natural stretch of the fabric that held them aloft, thanks to the fact that
sheÕd at least hooked the halter top back around her neck. She tossed her
head. Strands of her hair that had escaped from her bun flew like
streamers around her face. She lifted her hands to tuck the strands back
up and her bosoms rose right out of the teddy. Kate turned her head away
and felt a thrill run down her spine, right to her bottomhole. The woman
had a voluptuousness to her that Kate found deeply impressive. Despite
the fact that sheÕd soon be on her knees pleading not to have another ounce
of fluid pumped into her, she walked with a delicate, classy grace, urging
even Daisy, quiveringly apprehensive in her little crop top without any
panties on, to accept her fate.
Kate had been told by Althea that enemas could be used for more
than just cleaning one out. The amount of fluid introduced to the rectum
could be more or less, depending... Althea had said, leaving KateÕs mind to
fill in the rest. She was certain that the woman behind her would be
tested to the full. She hoped she herself wouldnÕt be. And then she
wondered if it might not be the other way around, with herself and Daisy
receiving the most fluid, while the woman behind them only had a sporting
amount, enough to pleasantly douche her. Perhaps none of them would have
anything other than a quick fill-up, followed by a light strapping to make
their bottoms glow. Kate wished she was a little girl again, capable only
of speculation about the fate of Care Bears and Pound Puppies on the T.V.,
not which females would be tortured with enemas and which would be only
pleasantly filled.
ÒI canÕt take too much,Ó Daisy exclaimed aloud, as the females
rejoined the males in the party room. In the girlsÕ absence the men had
taken up the task of preparing the room for their enemas. Amidst the
colorful pink and white and yellow balloons loomed several tall I.V. poles.
Each was equipped with several bulging bags of I.V. fluid. The bags could
be opened at the top. They were sealed now, and glancing around the room
Kate deduced, from the hot plate with an empty kettle on it, to the bags of
ice, that some bags had been filled with hot water while others bore aloft
a quart of freezing ice water. Still others held liquor in them, Kate
noticed, seeing several empty liquor bottles scattered around the base of
the I.V. poles.
ÒOoooh, IÕm too young for this!Ó Daisy blurted. She froze before an
I.V. pole, alternately fascinated by it and deathly fearful. Kate, a virgin
herself in the matter of enema parties, found herself staring at the same
I.V. pole. She was unable to take her eyes off it even though she guessed it
would be a source of unpleasant discomfort for her.
Daisy reached out and clutched at KateÕs hand. Kate allowed her to
find solace in it. She squeezed DaisyÕs hand in an attempt to reassure her.
Yet Kate herself had as many misgivings as Daisy, except that she was a
few years older and so not quite as breathlessly excited. Despite her
fears, DaisyÕs nipples stood up hard like small bullets, lifting the fabric
of her crop top.
Wordlessly the woman who proved to be DaisyÕs chaperone went up
to the girlÕs uncle and took off his belt. Then she sliced it across DaisyÕs
behind. The girl, still holding KateÕs hand, leapt up like a fish caught by a
fishermanÕs line. She howled out a cry of pain and dismay as a bright red
line formed across her saucy young bottom. Letting go KateÕs hand, she
clapped her palms to her hiney. She danced a little jig on the carpet, in
front of the I.V. pole. The guests laughed. They did not laugh at her, Kate
thought, at least not completely. For in dancing about in her flimsy crop
top her breasts made a spectacular showing, bouncing two and fro like
little tennis balls. Her youth was a sight to behold, with her chubby
cheeks and her small spoilt mouth and her large blue eyes, fluttered over
by long lashes. Her hips were slim and her bottom rose high behind her,
like a trophy on display, that any man would die to get his penis into. Her
legs were long, despite her size, for she was slim and they were slimmer
still. When the pain of the belt had subsided she stood self-pityingly
before the pole. She kept her hands on her bottom, hoping vainly to protect
it from the partyÕs main event.
ÒLittle girls should be seen and not heard,Ó the woman, whom Kate
later learned was named Ivy, said in an icy voice. She ran the belt, which
was the belt of DaisyÕs uncle, as Kate later found out, across her palm.
She appeared to be contemplating giving Daisy another stripe.
ÒOh, I donÕt WANNA do this,Ó Daisy said ruefully. She looked at her
aunt and the woman promptly took Daisy by her hair and turned her around.
She bent the girl over, so that her crop top became a scarf, and her bosoms
hung down like ripe apples, uncovered by the drooping crop top. Daisy kept
her hands firmly upon the twin halves of her peach-ripe bottom. Ivy
nodded to Kate and gave her an expectant look. Realizing she might suffer
if she didnÕt obey, Kate took hold of both DaisyÕs hands. At first the girl
thought KateÕs touch was meant to help her in some way, for they had held
hands earlier. But as Kate lifted up DaisyÕs hands to leave her bottom
unprotected, the girl realized this and let out a howl of protest. ÒNooooo!Ó
she cried and, waggling her bottom desperately, tried to yank back her
hands.
Too late! Her aunt swung in her uncleÕs belt hard against her bottom.
Daisy bolted forward under the blow, as her toes rose up on the carpet,
lifting her legs even higher than her stiletto heels already did. Knowing
that everyone was watching, she gritted her teeth in an effort to suppress
the howl that erupted from her bosomy chest. She shook her head, making
her hair fly all about. At the same time, high on her toes, she gyrated and
shook her bottom.
ÒNow perhaps youÕll obey,Ó Ivy said matter-of-factly to Daisy.
ÒStand up straight and show everyone your manners.Ó She lifted the girlÕs
head upright and Kate let go of DaisyÕs hands. The girl returned her hands
to her bottom and rubbed it briskly. Tears welled in her eyes and ran down
her cheeks.
ÒTake your hands off your bottom!Ó Ivy admonished. The girl did as
she was told but clapped them over her pussy instead. Ivy swung in the
belt with an expert grace and struck the girlÕs small hands.
ÒYeeeochch!Ó Daisy hollared. She lifted her hands up and flung them
about in the air as if theyÕd been scalded which, indeed, they had been, by
the coursing of the leather.
ÒYou are 15, Daisy. You must not hide your pussy from your uncle any
more. YouÕve grown a nice bush and you shouldnÕt be ashamed of it. Keep
your hands at your sides so everyone can admire how pretty you are.
There, thatÕs better. Show me your pussy. Stick out your hips. You donÕt
have anything there except your little thatch of hair. DonÕt be bashful.
Keep your pussy properly offered. The men must see it if this is to be your
coming out party. Or, rather, the one you would have had if I hadnÕt caught
you in the woodshed with the neighbor boy.Ó
Daisy was forced to stand with her hips shoved out in front of her.
Ivy made her put on a smile. The girl was required to stand with her legs
apart so that her treasured cove between them could be viewed even more
easily. Her fingers fidgeted by her thighs as she stood, looking very much
like a doll, except one whose cheeks remained in perpetual agitation from
the strapping and the imminent prospect of being filled.
Kate found herself drawn to Ivy. The woman had an experienced,
authoritarian air that Kate felt mesmerized by. At the same time, Ivy
spoke always in a delicate, high-pitched voice. Her body had a delicate
quality to it. Kate sensed that underneath the female bravado lurked a
small child begging to be loved.
Looking at Ivy admiringly, Kate found her interest returned. Ivy
sized up Kate like a trainer gazing at a prize horse. She strode forward
and, with a menacing snap of the belt by her thigh, she cupped one of
KateÕs breasts and gazed down at it. ÒYou have lovely tits. May I pinch
them?Ó she asked. Surprised, unsure, Kate made no response. The woman,
finding no overt resistance, took one of KateÕs nipples between her
fingers. She smiled at Kate and then pinched it hard.
Kate swooned. The pinch hurt and yet, to be under the nailed grip of
this woman, in such a sensitive place, thrilled her. She let out a whine
and Ivy released her nipple, only to capture the other one and give it a
similar test.
Finding Kate compliant, and already owning Daisy, Ivy took command
of them both. ÒYou must wet each otherÕs bottomholes to make them ready
for the enema nozzles,Ó she told them. ÒDown on your knees, both of you.
Now!Ó She struck the floor with DaisyÕs uncleÕs belt. Both Daisy and Kate
dropped to their knees like frightened puppies.
ÒWhat-?Ó Daisy asked, looking up from her kneeling, penitent
posture at Ivy.
ÒWith your TONGUES!Ó Ivy shouted, her voice high and feminine but
nonetheless full of command. Daisy squeaked as Kate, realizing naught
else could be done to resist, lest they both suffer under the belt, grabbed
her. Kate toppled Daisy back onto her bottom on the carpet and then
shoved her down onto her back. She kissed the girlÕs face and then turned
about and showed her her tail. Squatting down to taste DaisyÕs hole, while
giving Daisy access to her own rump, she shivered as Ivy swung the belt
down. It landed playfully on KateÕs bare haunches but she had no doubt it
could be applied much more forcefully. She eased apart DaisyÕs tight
virginal cheeks. The girl yelped as she felt KateÕs breath invade the
crevice between. Then KateÕs tongue snaked out and licked at DaisyÕs hole.
ÒNooooo!Ó Daisy cried urgently. In answer Kate pressed her bottom
lower, simultaneously avoiding another slap of the belt as she felt her
bottom open and her cheeks pressed themselves down onto DaisyÕs cheeks,
her hindquarters pressing against the girlÕs face. Quite involuntarily
DaisyÕs pug little nose found itself lodged between the cheeks of KateÕs
bottom.
ÒThere, thatÕs it. Lick,Ó Ivy said approvingly. ÒDonÕt be shy, Daisy. I
have a toothbrush and toothpaste for you after youÕre done. But you must
lick eagerly, like the little untrained puppy you are, or IÕll have you over
my knee with your uncle delivering the slaps!Ó
Kate guessed that Daisy must not have been spanked at all in her life
for the mere threat of a spanking sent the girlÕs tongue inquiring into
KateÕs bottomhole. Kate giggled under the assault. She found DaisyÕs shit
hole had a rather sweet taste to it and wondered how much candy the girl
had eaten in recent days. Dutifully Kate licked as deep as she could,
fucking the girlÕs virgin ass with her tongue. For her part Daisy found the
chore of bottom fucking to be so unexpectedly and riotously naughty that
she felt a certain mischievous lust in doing it. As she felt Kate jerk in
response to her tongue stabs, she grew more excited. She was actually
doing what big girls did! Now she didnÕt have to content herself with
secret meetings with the boy next door, who always came way before she
was satisfied. She felt Kate finger her spot and bucked up her cheeks at
her companion, in hopes of inviting more. Kate obliged, teasing her clitty
as she drilled her tongue into DaisyÕs backside. Daisy lost all her
misgivings, her tummy suddenly full of whorling pleasure, and rammed her
little tongue up into Kate as far as it would go. Then, in time with Kate,
who snuffled exploringly way down at the other end of her, she began to
move her tongue in and out like a penis.
ÒDelicious! Look, Amber! They are doing each other! And on their
first time, no less!Ó Ivy said, assuming, rightly, that Kate was as new to
the sport of double-bottom fucking as Daisy was.
The guests gathered around and cheered. All other preparations for
the enemizing of the other women was forgotten. Women who had already
bent down for the flushing of their bottoms stood up again to watch Daisy
and Kate. They stood with the I.V. lines already placed in their bottoms,
and trailing out of them like backwards leashes. With happy eyes they
watched as Kate and Daisy diddled each otherÕs spots enthusiastically and
plunged their tongues with girlish abandon into each otherÕs chocolate
cores.
Ivy had to break up the tableaux before the girls made each other
come. She wanted to keep them tempted an anxious, for satisfied girls
might run away from what was to happen next.
Their anuses wet and ready, Kate and Daisy stood. Ivy led them over
to a small coffee table, the two girls holding hands but avoiding each
otherÕs eyes, for they both felt guilty, despite being applauded by the
crowd. Carefully Kate and Daisy cleaned out their mouths. When their
tongues were sparkling clean again, having been lustily brushed with
toothbrushes by the guilt-ridden girls, they were taken by Ivy over to the
nearest I.V. pole. It was reserved especially for them. She placed a hand
on each girlÕs fragile slim shoulders and pressed her down to her knees on
the floor. There was a pillow waiting for each girlÕs face on the floor and
Ivy made them both bend over, placing their faces in the pillows. At the
same time she made them both reach behind themselves and spread apart
their bottoms for her.
ÒThere, thatÕs the proper posture for a girl once sheÕs turned 15, and
been found with a boy in the woodshed,Ó Ivy teased Daisy. ÒSpread your
cheeks as wide apart as you can, both of you. IÕve got to get a pretty big
nozzle into each of you!Ó Ivy laughed, but Kate knew her words were just
as true with the accompanying laugh as they might have been without it.
Each girl waited patiently, showing her hole to Ivy, as the woman lubed up
a nozzle for her. Then, applying a daub of vaseline to each girlÕs opening,
Ivy shoved a nozzle rudely into her butt.
ÒOh!Ó Daisy shouted. SheÕd grown to like the soft feeling of air
caressing her bottomhole over the last several minutes. The nozzle was
solid and hard and intrusive. It forced her apart and Ivy stuck it into her
like a farmer sticking a little fat pig. Daisy squeezed her cheeks, while
simultaneously still holding them open, and tried to expel the nozzle. But
Ivy made sure it went in deep enough so as not to come out. Then,
admonishing Daisy to be good, lest she be handcuffed to the I.V. pole, Ivy
turned to Kate.
Kate waited with spread cheeks for the inevitable poke. She held
herself apart for Ivy. She felt a tremor run up her spine as Ivy spread
vaseline over her hole. IvyÕs thumb pushed a little inside to further ease
the way. Then, taking the well-lubed nozzle, she pushed it with a no-
nonsense jab into KateÕs bottom.
ÒOhhh!Ó Kate blurted, though sheÕd resolved not to. It was such a
large feeling nozzle, she couldnÕt help herself. It went in like a penis,
only it didnÕt compress at all when she squeezed her cheeks upon it. It
wasnÕt flesh, it was hard metal encased in a slim sheath of latex. It had
no give at all, and it couldnÕt grow soft and withdraw, no matter how much
fluid it injected into KateÕs bottom. She felt totally and completely
dominated by it. With a large nozzle in her backside, there was no choice
about being submissive. She closed her eyes and sighed and tried to relax
as much as possible. It would all be over in a few minutes, she assured
herself.
But it wouldnÕt be. That was the point of an enema party. While a
man, entering her backside, would inevitably shoot within minutes, an
enema could last as long as Ivy wished it to. Despite her own lack of a
penis she could fuck poor Kate all night, using the metal tube and filling
her with quarts of fluid, instead of the few ounces of sperm a man carried
in his testicles.
Kate heard Daisy sigh. She looked at the girl and watched as Ivy
released the I.V. line. A moment later, instead of being a reasonably
content girl, accommodating herself to the metal enema tube as best she
could, trying very hard to be good, Daisy let out a scream.
ÒEEEEEeeeekkk!Ó she cried as a gush of fluid, more than her boyfriend
had ever given her (albeit up the other route) rushed into her bowels. ÒOh,
itÕs hot! ItÕs hot! ItÕs hot! ItÕs hottttt!Ó Daisy howled.
ÒItÕs just an especially warm lukewarm,Ó Ivy smiled at Daisy. ÒI
wouldnÕt hurt you, my dear. YouÕre far too precious for that.Ó
ÒOhhhh! ItÕs too muchchch!Ó Daisy cried out, now feeling the
pressure of the fluid as it built rapidly within her.
ÒYou must be bottom-trained,Ó Ivy told her. ÒWhat if a group of
admiring men want to fuck your saucy little ass? Are you going to deny
them? I hope not! You must learn to handle as much fluid as you can in
your heinie. I wouldnÕt want you to deny pleasure to any man, or to
yourself, provided heÕs handsome.Ó
After a bit, when Daisy was puffing her cheeks out and her eyes
looked like lanterns, Ivy shut off the flow. She ordered Daisy to remain
kneeling on the rug, with her face pressed to the pillow, while she did the
same for Kate. Amber appeared and, sensing that Daisy would not obey,
she drew the girlÕs hands out in front of her and held them tightly. The
enema tube remained stuck up DaisyÕs ass. Her bottom swam with fluid
all the way up to her tummy.
ÒAnd now for you, my darling Kate,Ó Ivy said to Kate. ÒHow I will
love to strap you once IÕve filled you up! God, what a lovely ass. You rival
even Daisy, perhaps surpass her. How old are you?Ó
ÒNineteen,Ó Kate answered. Her voice quavered as she spoke. She
held herself open to Ivy as Ivy wished. The enema tube was up her, and
Kate wanted to claw it out, but somehow, drawing in her breath in deep
breaths, she managed to remain submissive and relaxed.
That changed a moment later. Kate shouted as she felt a sudden gush
of hot water run into her ass. Her head shot up and she wanted very much
to stand up and yank the tube out of her and run away. Her fingers clawed
at her asscheeks, desperate to travel the final inch to where the enema
tube pierced her and pull it out. Somehow, holding her breath and praying
to God, she endured the onslaught of the fluid. Halfway through her prayer
she wondered if she should pray to Allah instead, since she was in Arabia.
The fluid made her feel like she was a balloon. It flowed into her
without stopping, no matter how much she tightened herself. Every second
it became more difficult to clench herself as the fluid swelled her
insides. Soon she was gasping for relief. Then she was shouting, begging.
In answer Ivy bent and diddled at her spot with her fingers. Kate found
herself caught up in orgasm under the prying, searching fingers, exploring
her pussy, even as her butthole strained painfully at the bursting point.
When Kate had been completely filled Ivy rose and shut off the fluid.
Kate gaped at Amber, begging with her eyes for mercy, for her mouth was
distended in a bloated rictus of surprise. Daisy looked similarly
discomfited. The uncle of Daisy, whose name Kate didnÕt even know,
strolled over to her and sat himself down on the rug. He had removed his
pants and appeared to be waiting for an enema of his own. In the
meantime, seeing KateÕs mouth so conveniently open, he popped himself
into her.
Now Kate was plugged at both ends. Despite the enormous feeling of
fullness she felt as a result of the enema tube and its fluid, DaisyÕs uncle
was another level up altogether. He had a huge boner that resembled a
sausage and he stuffed it into her open-mouthed face like a butcher
putting an apple into the mouth of a pig. Kate found herself hardly able to
breathe, his tool was so big and imposing. Gradually, praying to both God
and Allah, she tried to accommodate herself to it. In the meantime heÕd
taken her hands from behind her and strung them out in front of her,
holding them himself, so that she was completely captive to him.
Kate had never felt so thoroughly feminine in her life. The ordeal
was agonizing, but there was a trembling pleasure to it. From behind she
was stuffed like a turkey, while in front she entertained a penis big
enough to give even Madonna a workout. Happily DaisyÕs uncle eased
himself back and forth within her clutching mouth. Meanwhile, as he
pleasured himself, his wife took up his belt at KateÕs rear. With a sudden
flash of pain she felt his leather belt come sternly down across her white
buttocks.
ÒMMMMMmmmmFFFFF!Ó Kate howled. But the penis of DaisyÕs uncle
in her mouth completely muffled her cry. She thought about biting him but
he was so unbearably big that he seemed to keep her jaw completely open,
just by being in her, and by pumping back and forth he kept her so busy she
could hardly gather her thoughts.
And, indeed, that was the way she was supposed to feel. She was
only to Receive, not to think, or even to have misgivings anymore. She was
to be Open, and to Receive. Beside her, still dressed in her babydoll crop
top, little Daisy learned the same lesson. She was able to gurgle
babyishly as she was held by Amber, for Amber had nothing between her
legs to put in her mouth. But in back Daisy was butt-bustingly full, and
she wept and sobbed and pitied herself as she lay so completely at the
mercy of others upon the rug.
Ceasing in strapping KateÕs behind, Ivy knelt behind Daisy and played
with her pussy. The girl gasped with pleasure. When she was again right
at the brink of orgasm, Ivy rose. She began hitting DaisyÕs bottom with
the belt. Daisy broke into frenzied howls. Amber told her to shush but
Daisy, like a marooned kitty most displeased with its situation, caught
somehow out in the middle of a river or the ocean, rebelled at the fluid
and the splatting of the strap on her bottom. Each swat made her
uncomfortably aware of the fluid within her, fluid sheÕd just begun to bear
up under. Now she was tested anew, the enema tube waggling in her butt,
the tears springing from her eyes while the fluid in her bottom was all
stoppered up and had noplace to go.
ÒYoooch! Youoch! YEEECH!Ó Daisy shouted as the strap struck her
again and again. Ivy, standing behind her, began to finger her own pussy as
she strapped Daisy. There was only a slim G-string running between her
cuntlips and she pushed this aside to get at her spot and pleasure herself.
Amber, meanwhile, catching both DaisyÕs little hands in one of her own,
began playing with her own twat. She pushed her hips forward and
commanded Daisy to stick out her tongue and invade her pussy for her.
Daisy, though, was quite beside herself with emotion, and did not even
hear the order. So Amber pushed her hips forward farther still. Daisy
found herself with a faceful of muff and, despite being quite unable to
obey anyone anymore, even herself, her every breath exhaled directly into
AmberÕs snug cunt. Amber opened herself with her fingers so that she
could better receive DaisyÕs hot-breathed exhalations.
DaisyÕs uncle came in KateÕs mouth. Once minute he was sliding in
and out of her, like a big uncut Clausen pickle, and the next Kate found
herself being filled yet again, this time from the front, while her rear
still ballooned painfully with the enema fluid. As Ivy had promised Daisy,
her big uncle came in a load so massive and huge that Kate thought for a
moment, in her delirium, that he had somehow hooked his penis up to one
of the enema bags. His sperm flowed down her throat and into her tummy.
It spilled from her cheeks and ran onto the floor, making a very wet spot.
Kate bucked her chin back and forth in an attempt to dislodge herself from
him. She feared sheÕd drown. She found herself praying to the star of
Baywatch.
ÒMy, such lovely doves,Ó Ivy declared. She gazed down at her two
pupils, both of them hard-pressed to the floor, shoving their bottoms at
her, hoping for relief, with an enema tube stuck up each of them. Kate had
fine-spun golden hair, all tousled now, lying in strands all over the hairy
thighs of her husband. His sperm was matted in her hair where it fell past
her chin. Next to her lay little Daisy, just a high school freshman, but big
enough for adult games, now that Ivy had found her out in the woodshed.
Here she bore the true burden of femininity, not the diddling fingers of a
curious boy in her twat. Here she knew the true meaning of the female
sex, to be burrowed into and filled, one day with child, to scream with
pain as she gave birth to a son or a daughter. Let the fetching little minx
see what real sex was all about. Perhaps it would settle her down at
home. Perhaps she wouldnÕt feel so compelled to taunt the Arab men,
prancing about whenever she could in her little bikini, losing her wrap at
the most inopportune (or perhaps opportune) moment, showing them her
white thighs and her belly and what sort of swimwear American girls
were permitted. Perhaps now she would cover her head when they went
shopping, instead of fighting Ivy about it and then using it as a flag to
wave to all the Arab workmen as they drove into town.
ÒThatÕs it, loves,Ó Ivy said matter-of-factly. ÒTime to go potty.Ó
She pulled the anal tube from Daisy first, because she was the youngest
and smallest. It produced a small ÔpopÕ as it was withdrawn. Then,
suddenly, Daisy released herself into a bowl that Ivy slid under her. She
gushed and gushed and gushed forth a warm brown-colored fluid into the
generously proportioned bowl. As Daisy went to the bathroom in her bowl,
Ivy moved to Kate. She might have urged Kate to hold the enema fluid
within herself, but she decided not to torment the girl any longer.
Slipping a bowl under Kate, a fine porcelain bowl with paintings of
MohammedÕs victories on it, she pulled the stopper-like enema tube out of
Kate.
ÒOHHHHH!Ó Kate gasped aloud, as beside her Daisy gave audible
thanks to her own relief. DaisyÕs breath blew hotly between AmberÕs legs.
KateÕs enveloped the still huge penis of DaisyÕs uncle as it began slowly to
grow less tumescent. Her breath seemed to revive it. Realizing, though,
that sheÕd had enough, and actually quite satisfied himself, DaisyÕs uncle
eased his prick slowly out of KateÕs mouth. He let go of KateÕs hands and,
animal-like, they flew between her legs to her pussy. Kate rubbed herself
fiercely as her buttcheeks spouted the enema fluid into the waiting bowl.
Beside her, Amber released Daisy. She too was on the frenzied brink of
orgasm and, uncaring that they might be watched by others, she shoved her
hands between her well-rounded thighs and masturbated herself.
A flood of sighs escaped the girls as they dumped the last of their
rectal fluid into their bowl-shaped potties. They humped on the floor like
twin little whales, joyously bucking under the masturbating vigor of their
own fingers.
ÒMy, how frisky they are!Ó Ivy chuckled. She gave each of them a few
playful swats on their behinds. The girls shouted each time the belt met
their tender cheeks, but offered no cessation of their masturbating. They
frigged themselves with abandon until both of them, finally looking over
at one another, collapsed into an embarrassed stupor. Feebly they sought
yet more orgasms with their fingers, until at last Ivy made them stand up.
The girls could barely unbend themselves, let alone rise from the
floor. DaisyÕs uncle helped Kate and Amber helped Daisy. Ivy went about
preparing for the next enemization, this one to feature herself and her
husband at the end of a tube, or perhaps her and Amber, with her husband
playing doctor. It didnÕt really matter, so long as she got her turn at the
pump. She wiggled her bottom freely, excited at the prospect of her own
agony and her own pleasure. The party was just beginning and she looked
forward to a long night of fill-ups, both real and artificial, the more the
better. She hoped to lure at least half the men at the party to give her
their due. The young single oil workers especially entranced her. There
were three of them and as she glanced over her shoulder, hanging new bags
on the I.V. pole, she saw one of them staring at her even as he plowed into
the oldest daughter of one of the contractors. She had just started coming
to their little get-togethers a month ago. Already she seemed an expert,
receiving him with graceful poise, despite being bent over and having just
emptied herself into one of the potty bowls. Now, where before heÕd filled
her with enema fluid, the young oil worker was filling her with himself.
Yet he stared lustily at Ivy, dreaming of new conquests. That was one boy
who she would never reprove for wanting to have both the bone in his
mouth and the bone in the river. She would see that he got a real workout.
Never mind the untrained bottom of the contractorÕs daughter, however
well-poised. She would show him what an experienced wife could do!
ÒOhhh, youÕre naughty. You sucked uncleÕs cock,Ó Daisy said to Kate
as the two girls stood up and faced each other, veterans of their first
bottom-war. Then, as if a treat had been dispensed that sheÕd been denied,
Daisy leaned forward. She clutched at KateÕs breasts for balance, both of
them still quite wobbly on their feet, especially little Daisy. Then, urging
Kate to open her mouth, she delicately intruded her tongue and began
cleaning her uncleÕs sperm out of KateÕs mouth.
ÒMmmm, tastes just like when I was eight!Ó Daisy murmured. IvyÕs
eyes widened in surprise. She darted a glance at her husband but he stared
with sudden interest at a painting on the wall.
When Daisy had cleaned out KateÕs mouth, the two girls gave each
other an impulsive kiss. Then, holding hands, they traipsed off to the
bathroom. Ivy thought about putting them immediately to other men but
decided to let them take a little break if they wished. For all she knew,
they really did have to go to the bathroom. She crooked a finger at her
husband and bade him kneel down before her. He obliged. Only when he
was on his knees, happily having his dick fondled by Amber, did he realize
what was in store for him. His wife shoved the enema tube right into his
ass without lubing him. Amber yanked suddenly on his dick.
ÒThis is for molesting Daisy,Ó Ivy growled at him. He yelped as a
sudden flood of hot rum poured between the cheeks of his bottom. Amber
jerked on his tool as if she was trying to pull it off. She pinched at his
hanging balls. ÒHow dare you teach Daisy to give you blow jobs?Ó Ivy said
to her husband. She wanted to yell at him, but she didnÕt want the other
partiers to know what sheÕd found out, that her husband had been getting
blow-jobs from an eight-year-old.Ó
ÒI should have fucked her too, instead of letting the neighbor boy
steal her cherry,Ó IvyÕs husband replied in a pleading voice. He hoped his
wife would understand. After all, heÕd raised the girl, and he wasnÕt her
father. Yet sheÕd been fucked right under his nose, out in his woodshed, by
a boy who was a tramp. Her lovely virgin cherry stolen away by a kid
whoÕd once slashed his tires. But his wife didnÕt understand. She pumped
more and more and more fluid into his ass, only stopping at the last out of
deference for his penis which, despite her mistreatment, had grown as big
and hard as a bone again. Amber had turned to fondling it, so impressed
was she by his tool, and Ivy felt her outrage over Daisy replaced by
jealousy toward Amber.
ÒHeÕs my husband,Ó she scowled at Amber. She was feeling very
needy and she wanted something between her legs, even if it was her own
husband.
ÒHe may be your husband but possession is nine-tenths of the law,Ó
Amber chuckled at Ivy. In a rage Ivy kicked over the I.V. pole and went
dashing over to the oil worker. He had just expended himself in the
contractorÕs daughter, but he was sufficiently young that when she
grabbed hold of his penis he was ready for her. Gallantly he laid her down
on the floor and drilled into her hungry cunt. He struck oil, bringing forth
a bathing flood of fluid within her. As he plumbed her depths he felt his
own need rising and gushed into her at last. Behind them, next to an
overturned I.V. pole, DaisyÕs uncle gushed fluid from his rear even as he
spread Amber wide and mounted her and thrust into her. She received him
eagerly, loving him despite his messiness.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Kate and Daisy came to terms with their
bottoms. They stood with their backs to a big full-length mirror and
studied the strap marks that had been laid across them. Daisy was more
concerned than Kate, having never been belted before. She traced the red
swathy lines across her sweet white peach with her stub-nailed fingers.
ÒMy bottom hurts,Ó Daisy said ruefully.
ÒMine does too,Ó Kate replied.
ÒIt feels like a big hose was stuck up it and it wonÕt SHUT!Ó Daisy
said. She opened her cheeks and stared at her backside in the mirror. To
console her, Kate bent down and looked at her anus.
ÒItÕs still nice and small,Ó Kate said.
ÒWell it feels open and I donÕt want anything put up it ever again!Ó
Daisy declared. To tease her, Kate stabbed at her hineyhole with her
finger. KateÕs nails had grown long and she relished the idea that she
could prick DaisyÕs bottom with her nails but that DaisyÕs were too short
to retaliate. ÒDonÕt!Ó Daisy said. She pulled her ass out of KateÕs hands
and clapped her palms to it to force the high lovely cheeks as close
together as possible.
ÒItÕs only the first of many lessons,Ó Kate assured her.
ÒNo it isnÕt! IÕm going home right now,Ó Daisy said. But she made no
move to dress herself or even to wrap a towel around herself. Instead she
stood staring at herself in the mirror, and eventually she turned to face it
and played with her nipples as she stared at herself.
ÒIÕm a big girl now,Ó Daisy said to herself at last. She sighed and
her belly protruded and then quickly withdrew again, settling into a
pleasant little hollow under her ribs.
ÒYou sound like a little baby,Ó Kate laughed. SheÕd moved to the
toilet and was sitting upon it, feeling a need to go even though she didnÕt
have to. It was the nature of an enemizing, she guessed. You felt like you
had to poop even though you didnÕt.
ÒGet up. I have to go potty too,Ó Daisy said, turning to Kate.
ÒGet on my lap, then, Ôcause IÕm not getting up,Ó Kate replied.
Daisy marched herself over to Kate and seemed prepared to fight her,
like a sister. But then, since they werenÕt sisters, but just newfound
friends, she settled onto KateÕs thighs. The girls kissed each other as
their plump breasts rubbed together. Furtively at first, and then more
openly, they reached for each otherÕs pussies as they continued to kiss.
When Ivy came into the bathroom, she found both girls sitting on the
potty frigging each other.
ÒAll these men about, and look at you two!Ó Ivy said disapprovingly.
Both girls looked up with scandalous eyes. Immediately, in hopes of
saving themselves, they began peeing into the toilet. Daisy, however, was
placed not quite between KateÕs thighs at that moment, and she wet KateÕs
thigh with her urine more than she managed to go in the toilet.
ÒWe were just sharing the potty,Ó Daisy blurted guiltily.
ÒI saw what you two were doing,Ó Ivy said. ÒAnd itÕs hardly
admirable for you two young ladies to be hiding out in the bathroom here,
like children, when there are so many men to be satisfied.Ó
Daisy turned her face from Ivy back to Kate.
ÒI think weÕre in trouble,Ó she said, and clutched at Kate, grabbing
her round the neck, as if Kate was her white knight and could save her.
ÒI think we are too,Ó Kate breathed. But she felt a special thrill at
having offended Ivy, such a gorgeous and talented woman. She kissed
Daisy and Daisy responded with guilty enthusiasm. She slipped her hand
back between DaisyÕs pussy lips and waited for Ivy to pull them apart
from each other.
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