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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Sex School
Chapter Two
The next day passed uneventfully. It was a Saturday, and it might
have been a day as domestic and ordinary as any other, from the looks of
things as the girls tumbled downstairs from a late sleep to eat breakfast.
Janice served them, like a mother serving two girls at a sleepover. She
wore a terry cloth robe, the girls wore robes of their own. The men tried
making rude remarks but Janice forbid it; she didn't want her house to
seem like an all-hours whorehouse, she told the men.
"You must be on your best behavior, gentlemen. Children are
present," Janice told Bob and Steve.
"Oh. Right," Steve said.
"I guess we'll have to entertain ourselves this afternoon," Bob told
Steve. But Steve immediately guessed what his older companion was
suggesting.
"No way," Steve said, and as he said it he imagined he could still feel
where the girls in France jamming a dildo up his butt.
Despite her careful domesticity, Janice was laying wicked plans for
the two girls. As they spent the afternoon sunning themselves in her back
yard, sans tops but wearing bikini bottoms as she insisted, and careful to
keep their breasts covered by bras when the lay facing the sun, as she also
required, Janice told Steve of her plans. While Steve was quite protective
of his own bottom hole, his attitude toward the female kind was
altogether different. He rose in salute when he heard Janice's intentions,
despite the fact that she had made both men put on pants.
"So you're willing?" Janice asked Steve.
"It's too sensational for me not to be," Steve said.
"Bob will enjoy it, anyhow," Janice said.
"When will the guests begin arriving?" Steve asked.
"About seven," Janice said. "Just as it's getting dark. Of course I
insist on securing the girls' permission. It will be quite a trial for them,
and little Laurie is still technically, in my opinion, a virgin. A back-hole
virgin, I mean. That thing I gave her last night was little more than a toy,
child's play."
Janice floated out across her back lawn to the girls. They were
discussing men when she walked up to them. Janice smiled. It was a good
sign.
"Steve is bigger," Brittney was saying to Laurie, the two girls lying
face-up on chaise lounges, each of them with a little bikini bra laid across
their breasts. The girls were still wearing their panties, which were sexy
ones that tied in bows at the waist, but Janice noted that they had pulled
their panties down very low, showing a little of each of their mounts.
Brittney's was brown, and Laurie's, still bearing the dye from last night,
was brown too. Janice laughed.
"They'll think the hair on your head is dyed blonde," Janice said. The
two girls looked up at her. They each wore identical heart-shaped
sunglasses, gifts from Janice that she had purchased yesterday afternoon.
"Who'll think my hair is dyed?" Laurie asked. Janice sat down on the
grass between the two girls' chairs. She gazed at their young bodies,
stretched out in the westerly rays of the sun. She lifted her hands and
placed a finger on each girl's brown, newly-tanned belly. Her touch caused
both girls to giggle.
"How would you like full tummies tonight?" Janice asked.
"Oh, breakfast was delicious!" Brittney gushed, between giggles.
"Yes!" Laurie agreed.
"I'm not speaking of dinner, although we will of course have a fine
one," Janice said to the girls. "I'm talking about cum, girls. Men's cum.
Would you like your bellies filled with it tonight."
"Oh, I don't know..." Laurie said. "Showtime is showing Danger Mouse
tonight."
"I like that cartoon!" Brittney said. Janice waited while the girls
discussed the merits of the program and then said,
"The question is, girls, would you prefer to have your bellies filled,
or your bottoms?"
"Oook!" Laurie said, for not only did Janice's words have a sudden
impact upon her, but as if to punctuate her question, the woman stuck her
finger rather stiffly and violently into the girl's soft belly.
"I think I want my bottom filled," Brittney, who was the more
experienced of the two girls, said, as if ordering something off a menu.
"Well I want you girls to have a competition, for the entertainment
of my guests this evening," Janice said. "Steve's already agreed to it," she
told the girls.
"Well, if Steve's insisting..." Brittney said, her voice growing shyly
soft. Janice looked over at her, still stroking both girl's bellies, exploring
their navels, bringing gentle giggles from them.
"Do you still long to be a slave?" Janice asked Brittney.
"A- a likkle!" Brittney said, and couldn't help laughing again as the
woman's finger teased her tummy.
"I do took!" Laurie agreed, giggling.
"Then it's settled," Janice said. "I'm going to have a surprise for you
girls tonight, and I want you to play along, doing just as you're told. Put
yourselves in my hands and you will find the evening to be quite
memorable. But I warn you-- once you agree to obey, any disobedience
will be punished with a strap!" The girls nodded, still giggling at the way
Janice's finger was teasing their tummies. And then she got up and left,
leaving them to sun themselves some more, which they now did with even
more daring and diligence, knowing that their tans would be greeted with
new admirers in just a few hours.
Bathed and looking like they'd spent all day in a beauty parlor, the
two girls came downstairs to the ball room where the guests were
waiting. Janice smiled to herself as she brought them down; balling would
be what immediately came to the minds of her guests when they saw such
young, spectacular girls. As for herself, she was dressed in a long flowing
black robe, with sequins. It was transparent in places, giving flashes of
her nipples and even her crotch as she moved, but just as soon as the see-
through fabric swished across a certain strategic spot on her body, it was
followed by an opaque swatch, keeping her agreeably modest for a party
with private guests. The girls, however, despite Hollywood hairdos, their
hair pinned up seductively, were utterly naked. Except, that is, for high-
heeled shoes, which they now struggled to keep their balance in. And each
of them wore one other bit of attire; long black sheer hose, stretching up
from their spiked shoes to the tops of their thighs. There clasping bands
of stretchy fabric kept their stockings in place. They wore no garters, no
garter belts; indeed nothing else at all, except their expensive hairdos,
which Janice had spent the final hour of the afternoon dressing for them.
They were dressed and yet undressed, their hair perfect, their stockings
taut and fine, their shoes daring, spiked high for the most elegant of
parties, yet at the same time they were as naked as if they had just come
from a bath, which, indeed, they had.
"Ooohs" and "ahhs" greeted the girls as they walked into the room,
accompanied by Janice, who received a round of applause for such a grand
entrance. Coming across the ball room floor, amidst guests dressed in
tuxedos and fetching gowns, the girls were treated not to an admiration of
their personalities, or even the way they held themselves as they walked,
but rather a frank, rather coarse discussion of their bodily assets.
"A nice ass on her," Laurie heard a man say from behind.
"Great tits," Brittney saw a woman say, to her husband, as she
passed them.
"I would like to have those legs wrapped around me," a man said.
"Are they ever naughty? I'd like to take a whip to them," a woman
commented. The girls blushed. They were the center of attention, two
children in the midst of expensively attired adults, both of them naked as
jaybirds and loving, despite their embarrassment, how every pair of eyes
in the house followed them as Janice brought them to the punch bowl.
"Serve yourselves, and then ladle glasses for our guests," Janice told
the girls. "If anyone should even look like he's running dry, give him
another glass," Janice said. "We want every man full for this evening."
Her pun amused her, and she laughed; it was not lost on the girls who
giggled and gave each other coy looks. Janice turned and asked the guests
to all find chairs as Brittney and Laurie served themselves punch. Then,
when they had drunk from the mildly alcoholic punch, they began filling
glasses for their guests.
For the girls were to be serving girls, their breasts and bottoms on
view as they made their rounds, the men and women admiring them with
foreknowledge of what was to come. Despite the girls' expensive-looking
hairdos, Janice invited the guests to abuse the girls; their bottoms were
pinched and their thighs slapped as they moved among the men and women,
serving them. Twice Laurie nearly lost her tray. Brittney did lose her
tray once, and Janice, making her kneel down and pick everything up,
except for the puddle, promised to strap her behind afterwards on the dias.
For the chairs in which the guests sat were arranged around a
strange circular object sitting in the middle of the ball room. It was
covered with white fur. Everyone sat facing it, as a large fire at either
end of the room cast warm light toward the center, everything sparkling
under an overhead chandelier. It was summer, the fires were back far
enough from the guests to avoid heating them needlessly. At the same
time an air conditioner at the back of the house poured cool air from
overhead vents, high in the ceiling, to keep everyone comfortable.
"Oooch!" Laurie whined, as a man pinched her ass, adding to the red
marks she was collecting there.
"Oooh!" Brittney said, echoing her cry, as a woman pinched her.
"Do not hesitate to discipline them if they do not meet your
satisfaction," Janice reminded her guests. "They will face a much more
daunting challenge before the night is out." Unbeknownst to the girls this
pattern of behavior would continue in the future years of their lives.
Laurie would wind up sharing Steve's apartment, where he would, in his
late 40's, take to inviting other men over to enjoy his young lover. She
would pass among the men, showing them her beauty, suffering their
assaults as they lewdly caressed her bare ass and gave her butt stinging
salutes. They would use fingers at first, then little pony whips that Steve
passed out, and finally, in later years, their belts, taking them off and
whaling them across Laurie's behind whenever she least expected. Of
course she was always held to a standard of total perfection, even when
she was receiving the sharp crack of inch-wide leather across her ass.
Any mistake, however slight, was punished later in the evening by even
more severe torments.
And Laurie would grow to love every minute of it; the worrying
before the men arrived, the hasty, overwrought preparations, spending all
day getting her hair done and shopping for just the right stockings, new
ones that would delight and please the men, greeting the guests, gasping
when a new arrival promised to put her to even greater tests, telling her
so with just a glance of her eyes, usually, the casual severity in his gaze
telling her all. And then there was the actual serving, the making of
things just right, or as right as they could be, as the tension built and the
men's abuse became stronger. Finally when she couldn't handle any more,
they would tote up her wrongs and punish her for each of them. Steve
particularly liked when a guest came up with some new torment,
something poor Laurie had never imagined before. She would be required
to face it, to take it on, in her by-then ripped stockings, her lovely hair all
askew, her body covered with welts and knowing, all the while, that she
would soon come close to drowning in a torrent of eager sperm.
"Girl! Over here," a woman commanded. Laurie hurried round past
two men to serve the woman, who was sitting right next to the fur-
covered dias. The lights of the chandelier made her gown look gorgeous,
the same light that touched her sequins glowed against Laurie's bare skin.
Her white breasts bobbed, her hips swayed. A man reached out and made
Laurie nearly lose her balance in her heels as he pinched her ass.
"It should be the dungeon for you for every mistake you make," the
woman said to Laurie as the girl gave her a punch-filled glass.
"Dun-Geon?" Laurie asked, displaying unfamiliarity with the word,
for she had yet to see Janice's, did not even know the woman owned one.
Her naivete showed and the woman who was taking the glass from her
said,
"You'll find out soon enough, child." Then, as if to hurry Laurie's
training along, she reached out and pinched the flesh of the girl's flank as
she turned away, rushing to serve another calling guest.
"Ack!" Laurie gasped, feeling the pinch on her flesh, speeding her
steps lest she receive as much or more from her new client, not to
mention from those seated within arm's reach of her along the way!
Despite the abuse, there was a certain thrill for the girls in being
thus admired; they were by far the youngest present, each of them only 13,
serving drinks amidst mature men and women. The men were handsome,
often beyond belief; the women could have posed, indeed some might have
actually posed, in Playboy. Yet all eyes were trained on these two
seventh-grade girls as they made their way nakedly amongst the clothed
guests, the guests in their tuxes and sequined gowns, all the beauty and
richness of fashion forgotten at the sight of two youngsters who were,
except for their stockings, utterly naked.
Of course the girls didn't see the full irony of the thing. They
assumed it was their pretty black stockings that caught the eyes of the
guests, their polished black high heel shoes, the way their hair had been
dressed so expertly by Janice. Even when their stockings got runs in them,
from the groping hands (to the acute disappointment of the girls), even
when their shoes got scuff marks, from their occasional stumbles (again
to the girls' utmost regret), even when their hair became disheveled from
their hurrying to and fro, and from the hands which reached out to touch
their nude bodies and instead caught at their pretty dangling locks, still
the girls thought that it was their attire, however brief, and their lovely
hairdos, that intrigued the guests. Somehow remarks such as "what a cute
little ass" and "such nice big breasts on such a small girl" eluded the girls,
except for their crudeness; the girls thought the real attention was being
devoted to their stockings and shoes and hair. Any remarks about their
bodies they totted up to boastfulness, to a raw sense of fun, even if the
words were spoken by women, for sometimes women in such situations
get carried away and like to show how they can be as awful as men.
Despite all the crudeness, and the many pinches, there was a certain good-
humored sense of fun to it all. Though rushed, the girls were never rushed
to a point that they couldn't manage to keep up; sometimes when they
panted with exhaustion the guests would slow down their requests, until
they caught their breath. A perfect example was when Brittney stumbled
in her high heels and lost her tray. Nobody asked for anything, until she
had managed to pick everything up off the floor. Meanwhile this moment
of brief respite proved to be the worst possible sort of generosity for
Laurie, for it allowed her eyes to wander, as she stood there waiting for
her friend, panting from her own exertions.
In any other situation Laurie would have rushed to help her friend
Brittney. But she was feeling so put out by the many demands being made
upon her that, when Brittney spilled her tray, all she could do for a minute
or so was stare at her woebegone friend, bending down amidst the spilled
collection of glasses, some of them shattered, and trying to pick up the
pieces, Janice barking at her that she must collect every one, even
threatening to make her lick up the puddle of spilled punch on the floor.
As Laurie panted, feeling her breasts rise and fall on her chest, looking at
her friends' abject bare bottom as she knelt down to collect up the broken
shards of glass with her bare fingers, her gaze felt drawn to her right.
She looked away from her friend toward a man sitting next to where she
stood. He seemed to draw her eyes like a tractor beam, a large spaceship
drawing a little spaceship into its grip. When her eyes met his, she
completely forgot about her friend Brittney.
He was tall, dark, and handsome. He looked like a Ken doll, except he
had a goatee. He must have been about 25 but the age difference hardly
mattered to Brittney, being as she was currently the center of attention
of people that age, or older. Yet the aspect of age did play a small role, in
helping to draw her in. Suddenly the sort of man she had dreamed over in
teen girl magazines was sitting next to her, in the flesh, his powerful
chest making his tux bulge, his strong arms testing the sleeves that
encased them. And she was standing there, all naked, suddenly aware of
how really naked she was, no longer fooled into thinking it was her
stockings that were so attractive to the eyes around her. A curious
thought struck her, as her gaze locked onto his; if she needed to use the
toilet, there would be no problem about it, she would not have to lift her
skirt or pull down her panties, she was already naked, needing only to
squat a little. That thought drew her eyes to his crotch, as she felt his
gaze delve between her bare legs. In contrast to her declivity, her inward
sloping bush, he was pushing outward, against his expensive trousers. She
gasped. A blush reddened her cheeks. Somewhere in the distance Brittney
stood up. Before reaching down for her tray she innocently checked her
stockings, pulled upon them to keep them taut, still caught by the
misguided notion that it was really the fine fabric of her hose, and her
shiny black shoes, that captivated the guests. When she had straightened
her stockings she bent down and picked up her tray. Janice told her to go
to the punch table and dump her tray's contents in the wastebasket there.
She was to load it with new glasses, after wiping it with a wet cloth that
lay next to the punch bowl. She was to fill her new glasses with punch
and continue her rounds.
"And what about you, Laurie? You haven't dropped your tray," Janice
said to the blonde-haired girl. She said it again, to gentle laughter from
the guests, for Laurie was so captivated by this most handsome of men
sitting amongst so many other fine-looking men that she hadn't even heard
her.
"Oh. What?" Laurie asked. She turned, the blush still in her cheeks.
Like Brittney she had blushed when first entering the room, first meeting
the gaze of the guests, but now her cheeks were much redder, and it didn't
take a genius to figure out that she had become captivated by one of the
men present.
"Keep serving," Janice said to the girl. "Why didn't you help your
friend? You should not have stood there, dallying."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Laurie gasped.
"It is too late now. Get your bottom moving," Janice said, provoking
crude giggles from the guests at the frank reference to Laurie's naked
anatomy. And the girl's flushed cheeks flushed even more, for she realized
now that it was not her stockings or her shoes or her lovely hair that
entranced the guests, it was, as it had been with the man who had lured
her gaze, her abject young nakedness, her bare quivering behind, her lovely
wiggling stiff-nippled teats, her soft subtly outcurving flat belly, her
poking ribs on her slender figure, her long legs that, despite their length,
did not make her as tall as anyone else in the room, not even as tall as
Brittney, the others only appearing to be less in height than herself
because they were sitting down.
Laurie continued her rounds. It was during this period that she
nearly lost her tray twice, tripping in her heels, for not only were her
heels uncomfortably perilous for her but her mind was continually on the
man now, the living Ken doll, the teen dream sitting amidst so many other
teen dreams but somehow better-looking than all of them, stripping Laurie
of her conceits and reducing her to a bare naked girl who could have
squatted and pissed, right there in the room amidst the guests, like an
animal, like a pet, having no clothes on her body except the useless
stockings.
When the guests had had as much punch as they could drink, Janice
clapped her hands. Getting the guests attention, as well as that of the
two girls, she said,
"We shall have a contest now. There is no polite way to describe it."
Laurie felt the eyes of the man she loved upon her. She felt his gaze
drilling into her breasts, caressing her belly, focusing on her soft cleft
between her legs, lightly fringed with hair. But most of all she felt his
eyes on her own eyes, watching her fluttering lashes as she listened now
to Janice, gazing upon her open-mouthed lips. She realized in that
moment, noticing the restlessness of the guests, that they, including the
man, must know what Janice was about to say. And when the woman said
it there was a casual cheering, but it was not the gasping surprise that
Brittney and Laurie displayed, which made both girls blush as fiercely as
if they were competing with fire hydrants. "It will be a bottom-fucking
contest," Janice said. "Between our two pretty serving girls, Brittney and
Laurie."
"Oh God!" Brittney blurted. Laurie echoed her cry. Janice turned her
attention to the two seventh-graders.
"You are still in school, both of you, still learning," Janice told them.
"How pleasant and easy it would be for you to challenge each other to a
pussy fucking contest, eh? Well, not that easy; you both are still quite
young and virginal. But I always seek the greatest challenge for those
under my care, not the easier path but the harder. And so it will be with
your clenching little nether holes that you will both compete. You are to
make five men cum in your bottoms. The one who finishes first is the
winner. The one who finishes last will be strapped. Right on the dias,
where the competition will be held."
The man whom Laurie had fallen in love with spoke up. There was a
look of utter shock on the girl's face, and he said,
"She doesn't seem to want to do it. You cannot force her."
"Oh, can't I?" Janice said to him. "I think it is a fair fight. Brittney
has had a little more experience and can relax her bottom more, but Laurie
is so fetchingly tight that you men may cum with excitement, finding
yourself unable to even enter her. You could squirt against her tight-
squeezing little back hole, letting her win without even managing to
penetrate her. It has been awhile, but I have seen it happen before, a
young virgin winning the contest when the men, finding they couldn't get
into her, either came just contemplating her impossible tightness or
rubbed themselves to bliss in her bottom crack. The only requirement is
that you not use your hands. They will be tied behind your back just to
make sure. And the girls, of course, may not use their hands either, which
will be the last thing on their minds, I think, because they will be on all
fours in front of you trying to withstand the pressure of your entrance."
Janice gave a big smile. She regarded Brittney and Laurie, standing and
gazing at her like two shocked little rabbits. "Come up on the dias, girls,"
Janice said. "The white fur should prove comfortable enough for your
efforts. Oh, here comes Beth. She has the cream." The girls looked to
their left. As they served the punch a woman had slipped out of the room.
Now she returned, carrying a very large jar of Vaseline. There was a
ripple of laughter in the crowd. Beth, a red-haired woman in her 20's, put
the jar on the edge of the dias. Brittney and Laurie looked at each other
and then Janice said, "You may put your trays down, girls. Put them down
on the floor. We have all had enough to drink. Come, you must pick your
paramours. I will allow you at least that. Men, expose yourselves so the
girls know what they're letting themselves in for when they choose you."
Janice's instructions were obeyed. As the two girls bent and laid
their trays down on the floor, there was a flurry of zipping sounds. Or,
rather, unzipping, each of the men, even the man Laurie loved, even Steve
and Bob, undoing themselves and letting their hard-ons stand forth like so
many flag poles. Whatever the two girls' fear at having their bottoms
poked, there was a certain attraction to the sight that now greeted them.
With eager eyes and with tongue-wettened lips they moved amongst the
guests, these guests who had so recently abused them, and picked five men
each.
No pinches were given, no crude remarks made. The two girls were
now like queens amongst their subjects, each of men eager to be chosen.
Even the women sat in mute jealousy, yet not feeling too jealous, for the
task ahead of the girls would be awesome, whatever pleasure they might
be accorded would surely be accompanied by a certain inevitable amount
of pain. The girls were young, they were not fully grown. The men they
had to select from, however dreamy, were ripe mature men with cocks, in
some cases, as big as bananas. It was a contest no civilized person would
ever allow; but Janice, on these occasions, like her guests, was as
uncivilized as a lady in a sequined gown could be. And so avid, eager eyes
followed the bare young girls as they moved among the guests, selecting
the five cocks that would penetrate their bottom holes. For despite
Janice's words Laurie had little doubt that she could hold the men back.
Her sphincter had already suffered the intrusion of Janice's fake cock, the
night before, despite her best efforts. Though these men would be much
bigger than what Janice had given her, they would be that much more
randy, able to feel against their flesh the insides of her rectum, unlike
Janice, who had been left to imagine what it must feel like for her toy
cock to enter the girl. These men would have raw lust and manly desire to
power them, and they would surely breach Laurie's defenses, no matter
what words of assurance Janice spoke. So it was with a finger in her
mouth and a semi-terrified look in her eyes that Laurie picked five men, or
rather five penises. She knew she ought to pick the five smallest, that
was common sense. But her own female lust and curiosity couldn't help
but taking the five she considered most handsome instead. First was the
man she had fallen in love with while serving the punch. He gave an easy
grin as he stood up and let a woman, being passed some yarn, tie his hands
behind his back. Next was a young man who looked like a college freshman.
After him was a fellow who struck her as a surfer, with curly hair, then
came a man with a crewcut and finally, to deliver the coup de grace, a man
who struck her as someone who might be an artist. She was sure she
would be quite drippy and full by the time he took her; perhaps he would
enjoy painting with his tool in her back hole amidst all the cum left by the
other men.
Brittney, meanwhile, chose her five. The first one she chose was
Steve, for she hoped he would be gentle with her. Next she chose a hard-
looking man with broad-shoulders, perhaps to challenge herself after
Steve had opened her up. After him she decided to take a man who looked
like a surfer. Janice disallowed the choice, telling Brittney that he had
already been chosen by Laurie.
"Rats," Brittney said, and frankly told the man, "You're cute."
"He's mine," Laurie said. So Brittney took a man who looked like he
might be a construction worker, who had a rich deep tan, and then two
more fellows, all of them standing up as she chose them and allowing a
woman to tie their hands behind their back. Then Laurie and Brittney
mounted the stage. As they watched Beth, up on the stage already, open
the big jar of vaseline, the two seventh-graders shook hands.
"May the best butt win," Brittney said to Laurie.
"Yes!" Laurie agreed."
"All those of you still watching, you are invited to place bets,"
Janice said. "Who will win, the brunette or the blonde? The winnings will
go to a fund to help abused children, so be generous." There was laughter.
Everyone knew that the money wasn't going to prevent the very
entertainment they were about to enjoy. So the bets were made, everyone
hoping to be on the winning side. Like bettors placing bets on horses, they
opened their purses and wallets and passed their money up to Janice for
safekeeping. She insisted on receiving the money in advance. They were
not all so well known to each other that someone might not switch sides
after the contest, claiming to have supported the other girl. On the other
hand, there was a casualness to the passing of the bills, nobody worried
about anyone taking a cut for themselves as the money was passed along.
Yet when all the money had been collected Janice took ten percent for
herself, saying it was to pay for the vaseline. Nobody objected.
For what a sight it was, ten men now standing up on the dias.
Brittney and Laurie were tasked with greasing each of the cocks that
would try their young bottoms. The girls performed their job with a
certain relish, indeed, with perhaps even a secret attempt to make the
men cum beforehand or, if not that, to at least rub them to the brink of
cumming, so that they would spill easily when their turn came. The men
didn't complain, standing there with their hands tied behind their backs,
their penises well-displayed through the zippers of their trousers. Who
could argue with the soft rubbing hands of a beautiful seventh-grade girl?
Instead each man grunted in agonized satisfaction as his turn came,
feeling the sleek young fingers that threatened to make him embarrass
himself, before the contest had even started, and yet bringing such
physical joy to him that he wished it could last forever.
"My, you do have a big one!" Laurie said, a trace of fear showing in
her blue eyes as she rubbed the man she loved. He gritted his teeth. He
seemed to want to say something to her but her hands were so loving, so
energetic and tender, that he could only gasp and stand there, exposing
himself to her, struggling within himself not to eliminate himself before
the game began. How embarrassing it would be to be her obvious favorite,
to be her first choice, and then to ruin things for both of them by spilling
on the white fur! For her part Laurie seemed devilishly interested in
seeing him do just that, despite having to then replace him. It was a sort
of contest before the contest, this test of wills between the two of them,
she rubbing him and he struggling not to cum. In the end he won, or she let
him win, moving to the next man and leaving him red and gasping.
"I'm done!" Brittney said, finishing before Laurie, who seemed to
dawdle over the five pricks she'd chosen.
"Now bend over, both of you. Hurry up and finish, Laurie. I must
grease your bottoms," Janice said. She used a wet cloth brought to her by
Beth to wipe her hands first, so that her handling of the money would not
trouble the girls. In truth it was Bob who did most of the handling,
despite his exposed cock, Janice telling him to take their ten percent and
put it in his pocket.
Both girls knelt down on the white fur. They stared out at the
guests, the men standing in two rows behind them, as Janice mounted the
stage. She got down on one knee behind each of them and, taking the now
half-depleted jar of vaseline, made each girl's eyes bulge as she poked her
finger into each of them. Both girls gasped and gritted their teeth as they
were invaded, their tits wiggled prettily beneath them. They rocked
forward on their stockinged knees, their lovely long pinned-up hair came a
little more loose as they suffered the intrusion of Janice's finger. When
Janice was done she got up and Beth gave her the wet towel again, and she
wiped her hands.
"Are you men ready?" Janice asked the men standing behind Brittney
and Laurie.
"Too ready," Jeb, the man Laurie loved, confessed, for he was so
excited now he felt as if he might add unexpectedly to the whiteness of
the fur beneath him.
"Get down then, each of you who were chosen first," Janice said.
Beth and another woman, coming up on the stage, helped the first two men
kneel down. It was Jeb and Steve. "You may crawl forward and put
yourselves to the girls," Janice said to the men. "On my word of 'go' you
may attempt to enter them. Beth and Jane here will help open the girls'
bottoms for you. But they will not touch your pricks, except to guide you
to the target." She looked at the two women who had helped Jeb and Steve
kneel down. "You are on the honor system, ladies," she told them. "I know
you will be handling fine pricks but you must resist the temptation to
fondle them. Just hold them chastely, long enough to get them pressed up
against the girl's little back holes. Watch to see that they enter. Do not
touch them otherwise, unless they slip out and need assistance re-
entering. Do you understand?" The two women nodded, blushing almost as
much as the two girls who were waiting to receive. For it was an
awesome prospect, handling five dreamy men's rock-hard cocks. Despite
the difficulty the girls would experience in taking such rampant flesh up
their bottoms it would be ecstatic at the same time, for what female
could truly complain about receiving, in such decorous circumstances,
such a randy salute?
Steve and Jeb shuffled forward on their knees, their hands bound
behind them. There was sweat on both men's brows. Despite the cool air
conditioning in the room they were hot and bothered; who would not be,
having been greased by two lovely seventh grade girls and now receiving
assistance from two Playboy-perfect women? Steve was the first to
bump against a bottom; Brittney sighed and her eyes widened as she felt
him touch her fleshy right cheek. Then Beth reached forward and grasped
Brittney's behind. She yanked the girl's ass open. Brittney's mouth opened
in response, wide with surprise. She felt Steve's greased cock jam
inbetween her cheeks and touch her back hole.
"Oook!" Brittney said, letting Laurie and everyone else know, quite
involuntarily, that Steve had pressed in on her in this most secret place.
Then it was Laurie's turn to gasp, as Beth helped Jeb work himself
inbetween her tight little cheeks. When he was suitably pressed up
against her hiney-hole, wondering how on earth he would get inside such a
tight little aperture, there was a rousing cheer from the guests. They
were eager to see the game begin and yet delighted to see it poised on the
brink. For what is best in love-making, the act itself, or the moment
before it begins? It is an eternal question, one which Janice drew out
now, for a long minute, letting the men sweat behind the girls, but
disallowing them from entering them, while the two seventh graders knelt
side by side on the dias, contemplating the rude awful contest that they
were about to engage in.
When Janice was finished surveying all that was before her, the two
kneeling girls, the waiting men, the gambling wide-eyed guests, she began
the game with a simple word.
"Go," Janice said.
Both men gave a sudden grunting sound. At the same moment
Brittney and Laurie's eyes bulged; they could feel the fleshy lances making
their attempted entrance. A moment later Brittney's eyes squinted
blindly, pain invading her bottomhole as Steven overcame her resistance.
Then her eyes flew open again, as Steve's long cock invaded her guts,
pushing past her little fleshy sphincter ring to shove deep into her body.
"Now spill," Janice said to Steve. "Do not torture her with yourself.
Get rid of your sperm and let the next man come forward!"
Jeb, meanwhile, was having trouble entering Laurie. His first
attempt was thwarted as his dick lost the contest against her little back
doorway. Thrusting forward, his hips shoved his dick suddenly up and out
of her bottom crack, over the top of her ass. There was laughter from the
guests. Jane quickly grabbed him and put him back down again, against
Laurie's pretty young ass. With her other hand she wedged open the girl's
tight cheeks, then she thrust Jeb in again, holding him against her while
he jerked his hips in an attempt to enter.
"No! Nooooo!" Laurie bleated, feeling the man against her shit hole.
Except for last night, she had only experienced things coming out of her
there, the prospect of something going up her was quite terrifying. Then
she gasped, her mouth opening wide in a rictus of pain. Jeb had managed
to spear her, somehow forcing his greased pole within her almost cherry
back hole. But Brittney was clearly ahead now; there was a shout from
Steve as he lost himself deep in her guts.
"Very good! Very good," Janice complimented Brittney and Steve.
"Out with you now, sir. Let the next gentleman at her." But Steve would
not budge, not yet. He was enjoying the feeling of the girl's tight
compression against his cock. He knelt there, grinning, letting her milk
him until he was dry. Only then did he withdraw, and by then Laurie was
receiving her due.
"Oh God!" Jeb cried, feeling the almost virgin young bottomhole suck
at his cock. He was barely half-way in. Laurie was still resisting him,
her tight little sphincter clutching at every inch of his flesh as he tried to
get himself all the way up her. Now his eyes rolled in his head as he felt
himself cum. It was delicious, pumping himself dry in this young jailbait
bottom. He resolved then that he would somehow take her home with him,
and continue their tryst at his leisure, where he might torture her at
length without anyone interfering. But meanwhile Jane was urging him to
withdraw; he did so reluctantly. As soon as he was free of the girl's
clutching sheath another man was at his side, on his knees beside him, his
own cock still randily hard, eager to enter the youngster. Jeb drew back
from the child, gazing at her pretty bare ass, then the sight was blocked
as the man beside him moved forward, taking his place.
Jane moved from one man to the other. She took hold of this second
man and eased him between the girl's rubbery resisting cheeks.
"Oooof!" Laurie cried, feeling her new assailant. With a vigorous
thrust he pushed into the girl's back hole. His passage was made easier by
Jeb's recent departure; Laurie was still recovering from the first assault
when the second commenced.
Brittney, meanwhile, was still ahead. The hard-looking, broad-
shouldered man proved to be no match for her tightness. No sooner had he
stuck his lance into her than he came; she smiled secretly to herself,
amidst her gasping cries. Even at 13, a man who might have done anything
he wished to her could not endure her girlishly tight back hole. With some
embarrassment he removed himself, spurting the last of his seed on the
white fur beneath them.
Next it was the construction worker for Brittney; he hammered
skillfully at her back hole, driving quickly in like a big spike being forced
by a sledgehammer. The sperm left by the other two men, along with the
grease, proved no match for any thoughts Brittney might have had for
giving herself a little respite. Her eyes gaped as she felt him shove deep
in her guts. What was worse was that instead of cumming quickly, like
the previous men, he now began to enjoy himself in her tight little place.
Back and forth he rocked on his knees, oblivious to the urging cries from
Janice and Beth that he let himself cum. Brittney began to plead for his
sperm amidst her gasps; she could feel Laurie gaining on her as the man up
her bottom groaned and lost himself in her near-virgin tightness.
"Hurry! Hurry! You must not be all day about it!" Janice said to the
construction worker. He looked up at her, his cock sluicing back and forth
in Brittney's sperm coated colon.
"It's not every day a man gets to fuck a girl like this," the
construction worker said to Janice. "Most nights I'm forced to settle for
photos."
"Oooh! Huwwy! I'm looOOOOsing!" Brittney gasped.
Beth reached between the man's legs. She squeezed his balls.
"No. You must not," Janice cautioned the woman. "Much as I would
like to help this young girl she must bring him off on her own. Hurry, sir.
You are hurting her!"
"Oooh! Ack!" Brittney cried, in vocal testimony to the damage the
man was beginning to do to her rectum. For it doesn't take too much effort
to tear a girl there, and the construction worker was gleefully oblivious
to the harm he might cause.
"In case you don't know, photos of young girls having sex are illegal,"
the man told Janice. "I have to go to a lot of trouble to get them."
"Yes well you're putting my little guest to a lot of trouble," Janice
told the man, for Brittney had now begun to cry. "Spill, sir!" she ordered.
Seeing her words were useless, she turned to the weeping girl. "Squeeze
him more tightly!" she urged her.
"I'm squeezing him TOO tightly. He's tearing me!" Brittney shouted.
A delirious look came to the construction worker's face as he realized the
damage he was doing inside the child with his big cock. Sadistically, he
rose her even harder. Janice was forced to say,
"Well, you must be torn sometime, girl, I suppose this is the night
for it."
Meanwhile Laurie had found her own sadist. It was the surfer, and he
was riding her with the expertness of a pro atop a wave. It mattered not
to him that this was only a small seventh grader kneeling under his
assault, he worked her with the same enthusiastic energy that he reserved
out at sea for the most challenging waves. Back and forth he moved,
opening her deepest places with his big banana-like cock, enjoying the
sight of himself sliding in and out of her, feeling her clutch at him,
holding back his gift of sperm like some miserly Santa. She too was torn
by his assault, his penis tearing her mucosa a little, even as the
construction worker brought the same fate to Brittney's bottom. Then
both of them came, together, and they even managed to look over at each
other, in the throes of their orgasm, as if to congratulate each other on
their triumph not only over the girls, but over the women who would have
seen them cum much more quickly.
"Now that was a good fuck," the construction worker said,
withdrawing himself with a grunt of satisfaction.
"Best I've ever ridden," the surfer agreed. Both girls wept as they
realized they were tied, neither was ahead, and they still had to face two
more cocks. The next two men came forward, as eager as those who had
cum and departed, but the two kneeling girls, their bottoms bleeding, were
a mess of sperm and disheveled hair and torn stockings. They were in no
mood to receive more, and their faces showed it as the two women behind
them reluctantly put their fourth paramours to them.
"Oooh! No pwease!" Brittney cried.
"Oh God no more! No more!" Laurie pathetically bleated. But Janice
was not about to stop the contest; she would have to refund all the guests'
money if it was a tie. So she let the fucking proceed, and the girls with
their tender bottoms cried openly as they now suffered the new
intrusions. As luck would have it, the men came quickly. Then it was time
for the fifth man to be put to each girl, and as the girls shared agonized
glances they realized they were still neck-and-neck.
"Do her quickly, sir. She will be whipped if she loses," Janice urged
the last man.
"Hurry, sir. Do not delay your cumming," Jane said with equal
urgency to the man she put to Laurie.
"Believe it or not, I'm a law enforcement agent," the man putting
himself into Brittney's young bottom hole said to Janice. He grunted, as he
felt the girl's nether cheeks take his erection. "I was supposed to come
here tonight and bust you, but I guess I'll just cum," he said.
"God, I have to pee," the man sticking his cock into Laurie
commented.
"Don't pee in her. Just cum," Jane told him.
"Really? You're a cop?" Janice couldn't help asking the man who was
fucking Brittney.
"Yes. And lucky for you she chose me, otherwise I wouldn't have
ended the night this way," the man said. He gasped as he felt the girl's
tightness envelope him. "God, my wife will kill me if she ever finds out I
fucked a girl the same age as our daughter," he said.
Suddenly the man inside Laurie yanked himself back. His cock popped
out of her, quite audibly, and he arched it over the upper curve of her butt.
With a gasp he suddenly began peeing. A yellow stream of himself went
shooting into the pretty blonde girl's hair, from behind, as her eyes
registered total shock and surprise. Despite all she'd endured, despite the
red sheen of blood staining the man's cock from her damaged bottom, this
was the most awful thing yet to happen to her.
"God! He's peeing on me!" Laurie shouted. Tears were running down
her face and falling into her mouth, even as the man's urine streamed down
along the sides of her cheeks and her straining neck. The man's piss
continued, even when Jane grabbed him and pinched him in an attempt to
stop the flow. He was too big, too hard, for her to get him to stop. When
he was finished he gave a grunt of satisfaction. But his bathroom break in
Laurie's hair cost her the contest; Brittney, kneeling beside her, gave a
whoop of satisfaction, despite her own tears, as she felt the cop in her
ass lose his sperm.
Among the guests, there were grumbles of dissatisfaction. Half of
them, betting on Laurie, had lost, and it didn't seem fair that they should
lose because one of the men had chosen to relieve his bladder. But Janice
announced that the contest was decided.
"It is a physical event. We must allow for all the aspects of
physicality that might intrude," she said. "Brittney, you may take a seat
among the guests. Laurie, it is the whip for you."
"No! No!" Laurie cried, as Beth and Jane both moved to hold the girl
down. As for Brittney, she was helped up by the men, all ten of them, they
giving her admiring smiles at the torment she'd endured to give them
pleasure and herself the victory. Now the most obscene part of the
evening ensued, for Laurie, with her already bleeding bottom, her mucosa
torn and pee in her hair, was not eager to face the lash. It would be given
up on the dias, before the guests, her naked body suffering for the casual
amusement of those present. A new round of bets were called for, this
one how many strokes the girl might receive before the cheeks of her
bottom bled. Janice was reluctant to be that hard on the girl but when she
saw the amounts of money being passed forward she resolved to take
Laurie to that limit, to let her taste the real damage that a leather thong
could do to a naked ass. Beth and Jane were given a pair of panties to put
in the girl's mouth. They stuffed them in without reservation and then a
woman's stocking was offered to tie around the girl's head, to keep her
impromptu gag in place.
As Laurie tasted the excitement the woman had left as a gift in her
panties, moisture from her cunt, her eyes gaping, Jane and Beth tied her
hands with yarn. Then a man offered to be a kind of human sawhorse,
kneeling for the girl to be put over; he would support her with his strong
back as her bare ass received the strokes of Janice's whip. He removed his
clothes first, at the urging of the guests. They were greeted with the
sight of his bare buttocks, his full balls suspended between his powerful
thighs. He was not one of the men who had been put to the girls. He was
still randy and eager, his cock pressing against his belly now as he
received Laurie's body over his own.
Pleadingly, her mouth bound and her cheeks bulging, Laurie gazed out
at the crowd. There was wild remorse in her eyes; she did not want the
whip, she had lost interest in the whole evening when the man had wet in
her hair. But Janice had not made her reputation as a dominatrix by being
gentle with girls; she could be, of course, but when the iron was hot, then
she was known for striking, regardless of the consequences. To the
amazement of her guests she stood now behind the small weeping gagged
child. She raised her whip, which she had kept coiled under her chair the
entire evening. She let its length dangle before the eyes of her guests;
which of them might feel it next? For a whip, once brought out, rarely
was satisfied with just one victim. Then she lifted it and struck. Laurie's
eyes, already wide, seemed to pop out of her head. A gasping cry was
heard behind the muffling of her gag, rising to a scream. The man under
Laurie, holding her up, rocked to one side in sympathy, moving like a tree
in a strong wind.
Janice waited, letting the impact of her blow reverberate through
Laurie's small frame. Where the girl's bottom had been white, except for a
scattering of pinch marks, it now bore a bright red line. Janice intended
to add at least a half dozen more, and the last one would be deliberately
placed over the first so that the flesh would tear and the girl's bottom
would bleed. Of course, she might accidentally hit it sooner, or hit
another soon-to-be-placed line instead, hence the bets, for one could
never be sure when a tender young bottom would suddenly break open.
Especially a little girl's bottom, the bottom of a girl who had yet to get
past the first grade of junior high.
"And to think I used to run around chasing after people with photos!"
the cop, watching from beyond the dias, remarked.
"This is much better than a photo, don't you think?" a woman sitting
beside him asked.
"Yeah, and I'd hate to see it written up as a story," he said. "It would
make the average photo look like something put out by the boy scouts."
His remarks were cut short by the sound of the lash. It came
cracking down again, this time hitting Laurie not across the middle of her
bottom, as the first blow had, but at the base of her seat, lifting her up as
it caught her there and snaked rapidly away.
"OoooOOOOH!" Laurie wailed, her eyes growing to the size of saucers
as she was lifted and dropped by the lash. Again the man over whom she
was draped rocked in sympathy with the blow. Once more Janice waited,
as tears rolled freely down the girl's face and her tits, hanging down the
man's right side, quivered with abject nakedness, shivering with her
gasps. Her polished black shoes, of which she had been so proud at the
evening's beginning, scraped in the white fur of the dias. Had the dias not
been cloaked in fur the shoes would have been further scuffed. As it was,
they shone perversely now, protected from scuffing by the white downy
fabric, while Laurie's bottom, once so perfectly white, succumbed to an
increasingly angry-looking series of red marks. Her stockings, with runs
in them from pinching, gripped her legs with calm beauty. They were safe
from the whip for Janice was an expert in its use and kept it well up on
Laurie's lovely protruding bare seat.
WHACK! The whip announced a third time, its echo bouncing off the
walls of the grand ball room, shivering in the chandelier above the dias.
Laurie groaned. Her lips spread and her eyes gaped. The undies in her
mouth seemed to go in deeper, truly gagging her as her pain-widened
mouth let out a high-pitched muffled scream. Her head shook. "No! No!"
was heard to cry from her mouth, though the underpants and the hose
stuffed into her mouth and tied between her lips ensured that her words
came out indistinct. Tears ran down her face more freely. Terror shone in
her eyes.
CRAAAACK! The whip sounded a fourth time. Again Laurie's head
twisted and rolled, her body jumping in time with the whip, her hands
struggling, futilely, against the grip of those who held her. Beth and Jane
looked away; they could not bear the sight of the young girl being tortured
so, even though it was their hands that kept her pulled forward over the
kneeling man. Laurie jerked her head toward the audience, her eyes again
pleading for sympathy. Steve felt it; the girl had done nothing wrong,
simply lost a contest which, arguably, she had done her very best to win.
But a woman sitting beside him was stroking his prick, stirring it to life.
The sight of Beth and Jane still in their glittering evening wear, and the
perfection of Janice's attire, contrasted with Laurie's bare white abject
nudity, was highly erotic. Everyone in the room could feel it. Even
Brittney, who might be up there right now, squirmed in her seat, diddling
her pussy with her fingers, her polished nails working quickly inbetween
the lips of her cunt.
"Two more," Janice said to Laurie. She drew back her whip. Laurie
kicked backward with her legs, trying to get at the woman. "Oh, feisty
bitch, are you?" Janice laughed, for one of the girl's polished black shoes
nearly whacked her beautiful dress. Janice gave her whip a vigorous
swish.
"SWAAAAACK!" sounded, quite loudly, as the leather connected with
Laurie's bare bottom.
"YoHOOOOOOO!" Laurie screeched. She wiggled more madly then ever,
her hips grinding against the body of the man who supported her, her pert
small bottom bearing a new livid mark. His heavy full balls shook between
his legs, as he absorbed the blow that had been imparted to her behind.
His ass was still a white pasty color, in contrast to hers, which was as
red as a late-afternoon sun.
Now a true sense of perversion seized Janice, as she watched Laurie
weep and wiggle over the back of the man who held her aloft. She
announced that she would let Laurie down, would ungag her, and would
have her parade her bare bottom before the guests, letting them feel it and
inspect it before the final "blood draw" was given. If, indeed, Janice
would be lucky enough to hit Laurie in a way on the sixth stroke that
would draw blood. Perhaps there would be a requirement for a seventh, or
an eighth.
"Make any last bets for which stroke you think it will be," Janice
said. "I am not so expert with the whip that I can guarantee such a result."
"I could," Jeb, whom Laurie loved, said.
"I'm sure you could," Janice answered, looking at the man's strong-
built frame. "But such a stroke would require force which even I am
unwilling to use."
Beth and Jane let go of Laurie's hands. The girl slipped from the
back of the man who supported her and crumpled to the white fur of the
dias. She struggled to get her hands back around behind herself to worry
over her bottom, but she was unable to, for her hands were bound with
yarn. So she lay there, in her black stockings and shoes, her hair a mess,
her face red and crying, her bottom a stinging mass of slightly raised red
marks, interspersed with the pinch marks the guests had given her. Within
her most private place, her bottom hole, her soft mucosa was torn
slightly. Yet at the same time the girl was sexually excited, her nipples
stood up on her pretty plump white breasts. Laurie's hands clapped
themselves to her bare tummy. Then they slipped lower. To the
excitement of the onlookers, the girl began to pry with arousal between
the lips of her cunt.
"Oooh! Ooooh! Ooooh!" Laurie gasped, tears springing from her
squeezed-tight eyes, as Beth and Jane came round the kneeling man who
had supported her. With her gag still in her mouth, which they now
checked with their fingers, they stood her up. The man on the dias who
had held her aloft for the whip got up and helped. Laurie, confused and
trying to diddle herself, was brought down from the white-carpeted dias.
She was presented to the guests. Hands reached out and felt her bottom,
making her wince. Someone pulled a bottle of cream from her purse and it
was passed about, the stuff being liberally applied to Laurie's injured
behind. Yet others did not bother to try to help her with cream, they
merely touched, fondled, and enjoyed her, loving the feeling of her soft
whip-heated skin. The man who had held her was not without admirers.
They reached for his big banana-like prick, as he helped Laurie remain on
her feet, stroking and jerking upon it until he groaned with an imminent
release.
"Go ahead. Do not hold yourself back," Janice said to the man. "You
have a fine big pair of balls and we would love you to give us a view of
what you're holding inside of yourself." So the man came, right there, into
the hands that touched him with such loving desire, spurting onto them
and onto the floor. Fingers were put to lips, his seed tasted.
"Mmmm. Delicious sperm," a woman remarked. These same hands,
wet with sperm, were then placed upon Laurie's bottom, rubbing the stuff
into her damaged flesh along with the cream.
"Oooh! Ooooh! Oook!" Laurie sighed, still silently crying, the gag
still in her mouth. Janice let the girl pleasure herself a little but then
batted her hands away.
"You must not make yourself have an orgasm here in front of us all.
It is indecent," Janice said to the girl. "You are a female. You are not
some randy male."
So Laurie, wide-eyed and crying, her lips stuffed with underwear,
still in her black stockings and shoes, was led amongst the guests. Steve
looked up at her rather guiltily, his cock reawakened, thanks to the erotic
charge of her suffering and the hand of the woman who'd stroked him. Jeb,
whom Laurie had fallen in love with, met her gaze without guilt. He was a
rougher man than Steve, he liked seeing Laurie suffering and she could see
that he liked it. Her red cheeks blushed. His gaze stripped her of her
stockings and shoes, leaving her a naked child, her breasts jiggling
sweetly on her chest, her bottom still awaiting further depredations.
"May I give the last strokes of the whip?" Jeb asked Janice.
"No. I have told you already," Janice answered.
"Make sure you aren't needlessly soft on her," Jeb said to the woman.
Laurie blinked and gaped at the man. He gave her a lascivious grin.
When all the hands had touched her, when everyone had invaded her
privacy to the point of even prying their fingers into her wounded bottom,
Laurie was taken back up on the stage. She was shivering. The man who
had cum in the meantime knelt down again to receive her. His balls looked
emptier now. He had given his tribute and was no longer full. Laurie was
put over him. Waves of desire, mixed with fear, washed through her body.
Beth and Jane held the girl's outstretched hands, holding her for what
must come. Janice took her place behind the girl and raised her whip.
Laurie made a feeble attempt to kick her. Then the whip came down.
SWAAAAACK! It cried, making Laurie cry and jump as its bare raw
leather connected with her seat. The cream and sperm on Laurie's behind
protected her a little; with too little friction the whip skittered greasily
away, leaving Laurie's bottom marked but unbleeding. A cry went up from
the crowd. Those who had bet that the sixth stroke would draw blood,
which was most of the people in the group, had just lost their money.
"No fair!" someone cried.
"You didn't hit hard enough," someone else said. Janice turned
toward her critics.
"I gave her a good strong stroke, as can be seen even now by the way
she's wiggling," Janice said. "We'll try for a seventh and eighth. If no
blood comes by then I've a mind to let her off. There's only so much a girl
in the seventh grade can take."
When Laurie had recovered a little, when her screams had subsided,
Janice raised her whip again. Again it struck, and Steve noticed that
Brittney, sitting near him, shook with the force of the blow. It was quite
hard. Poor Laurie, up on stage, shouted like a banshee. Her bare ass sunk
inward under the blow and then rebounded, like a rubber ball being kicked.
And suddenly there was blood! A thin line of droplets, on a line of flesh
that had been previously struck, down near the base of Laurie's behind,
right above her struggling slim legs. A cheer went up. Those who had bet
on the unexpected, on the seventh stroke, had just won. Money was passed
about, but it was all done with ribald good cheer, for the guests
considered their bets secondary to their real purpose of attending this
evening. That was soon evident in the way they undressed, pulling their
clothes from themselves and each other. A man came up onstage and
congratulated Janice, and then helped her, not entirely with her approval,
out of her beautiful gown. Poor Laurie was almost forgotten in the hubbub.
It took Steve and Jeb, coming up onstage, to untie her and ungag her. Two
other men had already rushed the stage and were having their way,
completely without any protests, with Beth and Jane.
"There. You did very well," Steve said to Laurie. She looked up at
him with tear-stained eyes. He touched her muff; she sighed at the
contact of his hand. Jeb stroked her long hair, then let his hands glide
down her body to her breasts. He squeezed them as his cock stiffened.
"She should be put to bed," Steve said to Jeb, his own cock now hard
and ready for further action.
"Yes," Jeb said.
"Someone will have to look after her bottom," Steve said.
"I will," Jeb grinned.
"Is she okay?" Brittney, coming up onstage, with a man in tow, asked.
She leaned over her friend. She bent down and kissed her. It was a pretty
sight, even if the man who was with Brittney used the occasion of her
bending bottom to try to enter her from behind.
"Ooooh!" Brittney said, feeling the man poke her as her own tongue
poked into Laurie's mouth.
"It's time for the children to be put to bed," Janice called out, as a
man was helping her lie down on the white dias so he could fuck her.
"I don't want to go to bed," Brittney said, feeling the man behind her
make a second attempt on her tight little cunt. "Ooooh!" she gasped again,
for this time he managed to get within her tight folds, just a little.
Laurie, meanwhile, lying on the white fur, extended her own tongue,
wishing to meet Laurie's, or perhaps to defend against it, as the girl's face
lifted abruptly from her own. "I don't need to go to be-ED!" Brittney said
again, meaning to speak to Janice but feeling the man behind her jab now
into her private place.
And then chaos broke loose. Janice intended to tell the girls again to
go to bed, but the man who had stripped her of her gown was now fucking
her. Brittney, meanwhile, suffered the intrusion of the man behind her,
while Jeb and Steve hovered over Laurie, torn between helping the poor
injured girl and stuffing her with their cocks. In the end pleasure won, as
the sounds of fucking could be heard all around them. Guiltily Steve
jabbed his cock into Laurie, needing several tries to do it. The girl
protested but was silenced when Jeb stuck himself into her mouth. Her
cheeks bulged with the thickness of him, her pretty long-lashed eyes
blinked in abject confusion. A moment later she was puffing and gasping
on his tool as Jeb, in her cunt, brought her to passion. The three of them
came together, as Brittney, beside them, was taken from behind. When it
was over they lay there on the white dias, in the lovely but now rather
stained fur, gazing up at the overhead chandelier which sparkled in their
eyes and on their bodies.
"I think it really is time for you to go to bed now," Steve said at last
to the girls. Laurie sniffled and nodded her head in agreement. With her
whip stung bottom and her damaged mucosa, pee in her hair and sperm in
her mouth, Steve's seed trickling from her cunt and the seed of five men
oozing from her behind, with red beads of blood where the seventh lash
had broken her skin, she had had enough. But despite her injured bottom
hole, Brittney still wanted more pleasure. She stumbled down from the
dias, still wearing her black polished shoes, and gave herself to the
guests. She rode two more men that night, sitting in one man's lap, as his
wife sat beside them watching; she lay on the floor for the other, taking
him missionary-style, begging him to fuck her so hard that she would
never again be able to walk.
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