Hannah
was having a great time. She had been accepted by a group of a half
dozen girls pretty much her age. They raced through the woods and
played on the swings and slide. They looked at picture books and read
haltingly but got an older girl to read them a story.
When it
was time to go swimming, all the other girls whipped off their shorts
and T-shirts and went in naked. Although she felt a little
uncomfortable at first, Hannah took off her own clothes and ran into
the water to splash and play with them. When they were done swimming,
the girls simply put on their loose clothing over their wet bodies.
Bodies and clothes soon dried in the tropical sun.
Laura didn't wear clothes at all in any case, and Zoe wore just shorts
and nothing on top.
On
her third day on the island, the girls went back to the same porch that
had held the castle setup two days before, with the cardboard boxes and
sheets. They began moving the boxes around to match their imaginations.
All the girls except Laura dug into the dress-up box and outfitted
themselves as princesses and began playing.
"I wonder if he's going to come," said Zoe.
No
one answered, and they began their make-believe. Hannah was assigned
the role of servant girl, which wouldn't have been her first choice.
Suddenly Roger appeared. "Hello, girls!" he said.
"Hi, Roger!" they all shouted back.
"What should I play today, a mouse?" he asked.
"No, silly, the king!" said Zoe, echoed by a couple others.
"Well, OK," he said, and donned his crown.
As
Sarah went by in pink princess dress, the king reached out to hold her
around the middle. His hand then slid up under her dress for several
seconds. Sarah giggled a little. When he released her she went on her
way. He lay on his back and tugged Zoe by the wrist to sit on his
chest, then lie on him. He began kissing her. Not just little pecks,
but long smooches. His hands were all over her back and neck and hair,
and then he slid one up under her light blue princess dress, which rode
up. Hannah could see him squeezing her little butt, then working his
fingers around inside her panties.
She had never seen play quite
like that, and she thought it wasn't right. Her amazement and
discomfort continued as the scene unfolded in front of her.
"I think the king is feeling lovey today," Sarah announced.
"Oh, maybe, we'll see," said Roger, letting Zoe go. He went back to
being a king, much as he had the first day.
Naked
as always, Laura was being a dragon. The king fought her off but then
caught her by the feet and dragged her up to him. He began sliding his
hands all over the girl, including swirling around her chest. "Now
you're a lion cub, and the daddy lion is going to lick you clean!" he
announced.
Laura smiled and lay in Roger's lap. The man began
licking her all over, starting with face, ears and neck. He proceeded
to lick her paws and legs, but spent a long time licking her chest. To
Hannah's amazement, he lowered his lips to her private parts and
started licking there.
Laura smiled. "You like that, Mr. Lion?" she said quietly. "Good daddy
lion!" She said and petted him.
Zoe said, "The lion's got a hard penis," looking at the bulge in
Roger's pants. "You want to show us your penis?" she asked.
"Not yet, thanks," Roger said, briefly looking up from his intense
licking right inside Laura's crack.
Roger lifted his head, stretched and looked around. "I'm looking for
some princes. Are any of you a prince in disguise?"
"No," the girls said in unison.
"Still, I've got to check."
He
nabbed little Ava, and brought her to his lap crosswise and face down.
He lifted her dress up to reveal her panties. He pulled them down and
gave her a few playful slaps, then slid underneath to fondle her crack.
Hannah could see him rubbing gently. "No, this one doesn't have a
penis, she's got little girl parts, so she must be a princess."
He
found Sarah where she stood and motioned for her to stay that way.
Sarah smiled as he slid his hand up under her princess dress. Hannah
supposed he was sliding his hand inside her panties too. Soon he
announced that she had a little slit and a vagina, so she must not be a
prince either.
Zoe got her treatment, and finally the quiet Rachel. After fondling
their privates, he announced that none of them was a prince.
"What about Hannah?" asked Zoe.
"Oh, Hannah!" said Roger. "Hi there."
"Aren't you going to check her for a penis too?"
"No, probably not, Hannah's new to being a princess. Come here,
Hannah," he said quietly.
"Let's
see how I can touch you," he said. He reached out and touched the end
of his middle finger against hers, then pulled back quickly as if he
had gotten an electric shock. "Was that OK?" he asked.
Hannah nodded and smiled briefly.
He
then took her hand gently in his and stroked it with the other, then
brought her gently towards him and reached around to stroke her back.
He reached up to kiss her ear, and Hannah giggled and shied back
momentarily. He then took her face in his two hands and gently brought
it towards him for a serious kiss, but Hannah pulled away.
"OK,
guess not that!" he said with a smile. "What about down here?" He
discovered that Hannah didn't mind his playing with her feet and
calves, but her knees were off limits.
"OK, Hannah," said Roger. "I enjoyed touching you the ways I did."
"Maybe she's the prince in disguise!" said Laura.
"Yeah, let's look for her penis," said Zoe.
"No," said Roger firmly. "Hannah doesn't want that. No one gets touched
any way she doesn't like, right?"
"Right," murmured a few girls.
"Can we see your penis now?" asked Laura.
"Oh,
OK," he said. He stripped quickly out of his T-shirt and shorts. Hannah
was shocked to see the long, large organ that stuck out from between
his legs. He lay on his back with legs spread wide, holding himself up
on his elbows to see what was happening below.
"Penis, penis, penis!" chanted the girls. One hand grabbed it and moved
it back and forth like a windshield wiper.
Laura
straddled him and rubbed her little slit back and forth along his
penis. "Unnh, unnh, unnh!" she said going back and forth. "Oh Roger,
aaaahhh!" she said as the culmination to her pretend passion before
collapsing on him.
The other girls all giggled as they pulled
her off. Zoe mounted him facing the other way and did a similar, "Oh,
Roger, fuck me harder! Oh Roger, oh, oh, aaahhh!" and shrieked, making
all the other girls laugh before she collapsed too.
Rachel knelt
by his side and took the tip of Roger's penis into her mouth, causing
him to sigh contentedly. He reached out with one hand and gently
stroked Laura's rear end.
"Balls, balls, balls," said Zoe, hefting the organs in their sac.
"You like that, Roger?" said Rachel as she lifted her head off.
"Oh yes, I liked that a lot," the man said.
Laura took a turn with Roger's penis in her month, bobbing up and down,
before Zoe took a turn too.
"That's
so nice," said Roger. "But the king must be off! But first, he must
kiss the peepee spots of all the princesses to wish them a happy
girlhood." He sat on the floor. One by one the princesses all came
forward with dresses raised and panties down and stood in front of him
while he nuzzled each set of labia with his nose and then kissed them.
"Goodbye, fair princesses, until we meet again!"
"Bye, King Roger!" said the girls.
The girls reassembled their clothing and resumed their play with the
castle.
"So, Hannah, are you going to be a princess or a prissy wuss?" asked
Laura.
"Huh?"
"Some new girls are prissies and don't let Roger touch them all over."
"My mommy told me men shouldn't touch me like that."
"Yeah, mommies all said that when we lived back in the USA," said Zoe.
"But he's so nice to us, and he likes touching us so much," said Rachel
quietly.
"Yeah,
it's part of what we do to thank him for everything fun he does," put
in Sarah. "He never does anything that hurts. Body touch is kind of
fun."
"And when he puts his tongue down there and snuggles it inside, it
feels kind of good in a special way," said Laura.
When
Hannah described her afternoon session to Nancy, she was initially
shocked. Roger was a pedophile! A coldness lay in her stomach. But she
realized that there had been signs. His hands were all over the girls
at dinnertime. Did she really think that only mothers with daughters
came to the island if all he was going to do was look at the young ones?
"So, Jane," she said. "Roger fondles the little girls too."
"Yes, that's right."
"You just never mentioned that small detail before? No one mentioned it
before we left New York?"
"I trust Roger didn't do anything with Hannah she didn't want, right?"
Nancy sat silent. Hannah hadn't reported anything like that.
"If you ask Allie I bet she'll say the same."
"Do you have a daughter he does that to?"
"Yes, I do. My daughter is Zoe, the one who goes around topless all the
time. I think Hannah has latched on to her group."
"And she doesn't mind? You don't mind?"
"No.
But I think you should talk to Mary Ann," she said. "Mary Ann was the
first one. Her daughter Kira was the first one he played with."
"What about the small matter of it being against the law?"
"The
main island you flew in to has jurisdiction over this little one, and
their laws are more permissive. Roger also has an understanding with
them."
Mary Ann appeared at Nancy's room after dinner that evening.
"Is your mind made up? Are you going back to New York?"
"No, I'm still deciding," Nancy said, feeling a little guilty that she
was hesitating before packing up and leaving.
"Shall we take a walk?" asked Mary Ann.
When they were down on the beach, she asked, "So, without getting into
details, how do you feel about going back to the US?"
"Not good at all," said Nancy, who had forgotten in the past few days
the misery she had escaped from.
"I
didn't like the idea either. When Roger talked about wanting to touch
the little girls, I was shocked too, but I decided to hear him out. I
knew from the beginning that if Kira was going to be damaged by
anything, I would go back." She paused and looked off across the water.
"Though I had to keep in mind the damage she might suffer back in the
US. If I went back, Kira would go the custody of her father, who had a
very expensive lawyer. He's an awful man, and I'm not just saying that
out of spite. She would just sob her little heart out in my arms when
she came back from weekends with him."
"I'm so sorry," said Nancy.
"Thanks," Mary Ann said, waving her hand to indicate she was through
with that subject.
"Roger didn't offer to just keep the two of you here without abusing
your daughter?"
"No,
that he didn't do. He said it made him feel a little guilty, but he
wasn't going to just run a charity. Yeah, he's not a saint.
"I
was strongly motivated to have an open mind. So Roger met with me and
explained that he had known he had this desire for a long time. The
wealth he had earned from selling his internet company gave him freedom
to pursue his dream. He thought it might be possible to find a way to
live out his fantasy without any girl getting hurt. He made it clear
that no way back in the US would he do anything inappropriate with a
girl; he cared about their welfare too much."
They had reached
the end of the sandy beach, but a path appeared to lead them not far
inland from the rocky shore. The waves breaking against the rocks made
a different sound.
"I decided to believe in his intentions," she
said. "I decided he was a good man with a forbidden desire. I was
skeptical that he could do anything without Kira getting upset, but I
decided to give it a try.
"I was there with them and he
explained the situation to her. I'm not sure she took in everything,
but you could tell she appreciated the respect he showed her -- and I
think she understood more than I would have thought. She already adored
him -- you've seen how he plays with the kids.
"I decided to
evaluate every single thing he did, one step at a time. He slowly
reached his hand out to touch the front of her dress over her chest. It
was hard for me to watch that forbidden act; alarm bells went off! Kira
looked over at me. It was hard for me to smile and nod, but I did. So
Kira just shrugged. He said it made him so happy to touch her there, we
could both see it on his face, and I could see her smile to know she
could do that for him. So he caressed her there for some time. I
couldn't really think of what was wrong with it, other than my gut
feeling. It was making him happy and Kira liked that. It didn't hurt
her physically."
Nancy was having trouble imagining this strange scenario.
Jane
continued, "I stopped things there and took time to think about it. I
hashed it out with Roger. We were already lovers, and he was just as
charming then as he is now. I wondered if my judgment was influenced by
the passion I felt for him, but I don't really think so."
"When you first slept with him, did you think he was going to be
exclusive with you?"
"No, he already had a couple women with him, though they didn't have
children."
The path rose to a little lookout over some large rocks.
"Once
Kira got the idea that naughty play was OK if she liked it, other
inhibitions fell away. She was fascinated to see his look of ecstasy as
his hands slipped up under her dress. He was very gentle, and she
didn't really mind anything. But once he squeezed her nipple a little
too hard, and she jumped back. He stopped at once, and he was very
apologetic.
"She told me she liked it sometimes, the same way
she'd like a backrub, but there was nothing that sounded like sexual
feelings. Occasionally she got a little bored. I decided it was a lot
less distress than she used to feel from something as simple as getting
water in her eyes when I washed her hair.
"Yeah, we were the
first pair. He told me much later that Kira and I were the seventh
mother-daughter pair he had brought here -- the other six mothers had
all refused his proposal. But once he had Kira as living proof of what
he wanted, more stayed. The mothers could watch him with Kira and see
how she took it matter-of-factly. They could see the affection between
them then and at other times. They didn't see Kira coming alive
sexually in a way that would feel all wrong, and they didn't see her
getting all passive as if she was blocking out something unpleasant.
She was just reacting in an ordinary way while this guy rubbed her
panties, stroked gently inside, sucked her little nipples and kissed
her -- among other things. The mothers could see it, their daughters
could see it, and the mothers could see their daughters seeing it."
"Hello, Hannah, how are you?" Roger asked brightly.
"Fine."
"Are you enjoying your stay here on the island."
"Yeah."
"What can I do for you?"
Hannah opened her mouth, but no words came out.
"Let me guess. Are you willing for me to touch you some of those places
you didn't want before?"
Hannah looked down but nodded.
"That's wonderful! Are you sure?"
Hannah nodded uncertainly.
"You
know, every little girl here was new at one point, so I've seen a lot.
I have an idea. I bet those other girls are giving you a hard time
about how you wouldn't let me touch you."
Hannah gave a big nod.
"So
why don't the two of us go off to a room somewhere, and then if you
don't want to do anything, they won't be there to give you a hard time.
And I'll never tell what you let me do and what you didn't. And we'll
have your mommy in a room nearby so you can run to her if you get
uncomfortable."
Hannah liked the idea. She really could say no, and the other girls
wouldn't give her a hard time!
Allie
had started sleeping in her own room, but Hannah still slept with her
mother at night. Hannah had her own room waiting for her, though, and
Roger suggested they meet there.
Roger played cards with her,
and listened as she told about her favorite things she'd been doing on
the island. She talked about the bedbugs and cold back in New York, and
somehow he made her feel better about all that. He said he was sorry
the other girls had given her a hard time.
Then he had her sit
on the edge of the bed. She had been happy to wear the clothes he had
suggested, a dark blue buttoned blouse and a white skirt.
He
looked her up and down. "Hannah, you are so beautiful. I'm so happy to
be with you. The other girls are beautiful too, of course. But right
now I'm with you and I'm thrilled, especially because I've never
touched you in those ways before."
He knelt on the floor and
rubbed her feet. "Such perfect toes!" he exclaimed, but he was soon on
to her calves, massaging them and running his fingers up and down them
appreciatively. "Such perfect skin and lovely calves..."
Hannah
looked down. Her feet and calves looked just the way they always had
before. They looked like everybody else's. But Roger saw something else
and he truly was thrilled. He got as far as her knees but stopped at
the hem of her dress. "Maybe up there a little ways later, if you let
me," he said, before turning his attention to her fingers, kissing each
one, moving her hand all different ways and kissing it. Her blouse had
long sleeves, so he couldn't get at her arms.
He then clambered up on the bed behind her and began stroking her back.
"Shoulder blades... backbone," he said, sliding his hands over each
through her shirt.
"Such beautiful hair!" he said, stroking it gently.
He began nibbling her ear and kissing her cheek. It tickled, and Hannah
shied back with a little giggle.
So
far he hadn't touched any forbidden areas, but now he moved around to
sit beside her and took her hands. "Would you mind if I touched your
chest, Hannah? I'd really like to -- but it's up to you."
"OK," she said, a little nervous.
As
he stroked the front of her buttoned shirt, sighing with obvious
pleasure, it felt like just an ordinary part of her. If it meant so
much to him to touch it, then why not? Soon he was carefully undoing
the buttons of her blouse, one by one, pausing after each to peek
inside, smiling each time at what he saw.
He had her shrug out
of her shirt and then caressed the arms that had been covered with
cloth before, then massaged her back and her front again. His hands
were everywhere. It felt kind of nice, if she forgot that she'd always
been taught she wasn't supposed to let him do this.
He then had
her lie on her back on the bed, arms up as if she were surrendering,
legs together, and he slowly worked his hands up her inner thighs. Her
legs were closed and blocked his progress up her thighs. He gently
spread them apart a little and returned to his caress of her inner
thighs. As he got a little higher they blocked his progress again, and
he opened them a little wider. She got the idea and just opened them
all the way. She heard him gasp as he touched the fabric of her panties.
He
then moved more quickly, flipping her dress up. He tugged her panties
down a half inch and then looked at her questioningly. She nodded. He
slid them down to her ankles. He cupped her little girl parts with his
hand and started rubbing gently.
"Can I look inside, Hannah?" he asked urgently.
She
didn't answer right away, and he didn't take her silence for consent,
but stopped. She knew that if she said no then he wouldn't.
"Is it going to hurt?" she asked.
"I'm
pretty good at exploring little girl parts," he said with a smile, "but
if anything feels at all bad, just let me know right away."
She
felt him gently pulling and pressing, but nothing felt bad, just as he
said. He then lay on the bed with his head between her legs, a few
inches from her private parts, which he was holding open. "So
beautiful, so beautiful," he murmured.
"Hannah," he said, looking up at her earnestly. "Could I lick you a
little?"
She had seen him do that to Laura the first day, Rachel later.
"OK," she said.
His expression of happiness moved her. What she was doing was so
simple, yet he liked it so much!
As
he started licking, first it felt wet, then a little cool where the wet
evaporated, and then she felt it like a stroking. After a minute she
felt something else, something a little different. It started feeling
good. But it made her uncomfortable; she didn't want to feel that way.
So she writhed her hips and said, "No."
He instantly disengaged and his head reappeared.
"Oh, that was wonderful!" he said, beaming, though looking hungry.
Hannah
started sitting up, but Roger said, "Wait just a minute to get dressed.
I want to finish feeling happy, OK?" He pulled off his pants and
underpants, exposing his erect penis. He knelt below her on the bed and
began stroking it while looking her body up and down.
"Oh, Hannah, would it be OK if I poked my penis against your tummy?"
Hannah shook her head.
"OK," Roger said with a smile. "Well, watch this."
He
stood on the floor beside the bed and pointed his cock so she had a
side-on view. He stroked his penis back and forth fast, feasting his
eyes on Hannah's body, and then gave a satisfied moan. As he did, a few
gobs of stuff shot out the end of his cock onto the floor.
Hannah knew from how the girls talked that stuff came out sometimes,
but she had never seen it actually happen.
"OK, you've been a good girl," he said, wiping his sperm off the floor
with tissues and then dressing.
"Why don't you get dressed and we can play some cards or a game or
something. What would you like?"
"More crazy eights!" she said.
"Great!" he said.
He
opened the door and they set about their game. Neither noticed when
Hannah's mother peeked in and smiled. Her daughter certainly didn't
look traumatized!
As
soon as Hannah reported that she had let Roger do lots of sexy things
with her, the girls accepted her at once. They had a little initiation
ritual where all the girls got naked, Hannah lay on her back, and the
others, one by one, lay on top of her and rubbed their little girl lips
against hers for a few seconds.
Hannah was glad to be part of
the group activities after that. She was proud to show off how happy
Roger got when he was playing with her. They could all tell that Roger
liked her best, though he tried to act impartial.
Laura caught Hannah alone a few days later and in a low voice asked,
"Do you want to be in the order of the dirty panties?"
"What's that?"
"Zoe and me and Rachel are the only ones in. Sarah and Ava didn't want
to."
"So
how do you get in?" she asked. When she heard what it involved, she
sympathized with Sarah and Ava -- but she wanted to do it.
The
members of the club gathered with Roger and Hannah in a building tucked
away in a grove at the foot of a hill, a building Hannah had never seen
before. The shutters were all in place to keep out prying eyes. The
room was lit by a hundred candles.
Once they were all inside,
the other three girls stripped to just their panties, and Hannah
followed their lead. For once Laura was dressed so she had something to
strip off.
Roger sat on the bed, completely naked with his cock sticking straight
out. He grinned at Hannah.
"Everyone,
pull your panties down," he asked. There was a noticeable faintly
yellowish stain in the crotch of the other girls' underwear, but
Hannah's was pristine white.
"Hannah, I would love to stain your panties. Would you like that?"
Hannah nodded, excited but also nervous.
"Let me commune with the other stains," he said.
The three other girls lay on the bed with legs up and knees at their
chests, held in place by their hands but also spread wide.
Roger
started by straddling Laura with his knees at shoulder height but
facing her feet. He lowered himself and slid his cock tip under the
front band of her panties and wiggled it back and forth a few times.
"The stain is true," he said solemnly as he rose. He repeated the
procedure with Zoe and Rachel.
As
he return to an upright kneeling position, the three veteran members
each took the tip of his penis in her mouth and swirled her tongue
around it. Roger gave little whispers of appreciation.
"The organ is prepared."
With
Hannah in the same position that the other girls had assumed, the other
three knelt beside him, Laura on one side, Zoe and Rachel on the other,
each with her panties down a few inches. They could all see in each
other's panties the stain in the center. It would kiss against her
pussy lips when the girl's panties were pulled up all the way.
Roger
lowered himself, and Laura fed the tip of his cock under the top band
of Hannah's panties to press it against her labial crack, then wiggled
it back and forth so it lay within her outer lips. His cock was
lubricated by the saliva of three girls but mostly by the precum oozing
out of it.
Roger began to row back and forth gently, the
underside of his penis tip right against Hannah's little clit and inner
slit. His motion started slow but started speeding. Laura concentrated
on holding his cock in just the right position.
Hannah had a definite good feeling from Roger's cock against her
intimate parts, a warm feeling she'd never felt before.
She
could see his balls swinging back and forth in his sac as his hard tube
plunged in and out of her panties. As his gasps and moans got louder
and his rhythm got faster, she saw the balls rise up against the bottom
of his cock.
With a cry he surged his cock forward and Laura
pressed it down so it pushed firmly against the opening to Hannah's
pussy. She then felt warm fluid spurt out the end of his cock right at
her opening, over and over.
After many seconds, the spurts
weakened and Roger's breathing started returning to normal. Laura
released his cock and it slid out of her panties as he sat heavily
beside her.
Laura lifted the band of Hannah's panties to show
her. "There," she said, "see the mess of stick white stuff? That's
going to stain your panties.
"You keep them on like that for a
full day, then hide your stained panties in a special place and bring
them out the next time there's a club meeting."
It
was 2am when Roger crept into Olivia's room. There were no insects to
speak of on the island, so Olivia like many of them slept with her
window wide open and no screen.
He sat beside her on the bed and
just admired her face, slack with sleep, beautiful and so youthful.
Olivia was ten. The sheet rose and fell gently with each breath.
Roger
then crept down below her on the bed. He crawled under the sheet and
turned on his flashlight. There were her lovely little feet, her slim
but muscular calves, and then of course her thighs. A light shift ended
at mid-thigh, and he carefully slid it up to her hips to reveal the
prize he sought.
Olivia wore no underwear. He could just see her
slit, but her legs were too close together for a good look. He held his
breath and gently pushed one thigh. One reason he chose Olivia for this
venture was that she was a sound sleeper. Olivia stirred and moved her
right knee way out to the side, but she didn't wake. Wonderful girl! It
would have been no big deal if she had awoken, as she had agreed to
this kind of nighttime play. It would just have spoiled his fun.
He
could see his destination clearly now in his flashlight beam. He
eagerly approached her delicate little pussy lips with one hand and
stroked them gently. He set the flashlight down so it was pointing more
or less in the right direction, then ever so slowly spread her lips
apart with one hand while he explored her inner parts with the other.
Olivia's
pussy hole was still virgin and off limits, but she had rather
prominent labial flaps. He held his middle finger against her inner
parts including her pussy opening, and when he released the outer flaps
they closed around his finger to make a wonderful warm cave. He lay
that way for several minutes, appreciating where his finger was warmly
enveloped in what was for the moment her most private space. His cock
hardened as he thought of the transformation that would begin any time
and make her pussy hole large enough to accept his penis.
He
rose to move on in his night-time visits. He checked on Zoe, who slept
in the nude. Unfortunately she was on her stomach so he couldn't see
much. Laura was twisted up in her sheet, hiding her privates from his
view. Rachel, however, was asleep on her back with legs spread wide.
After he carefully removed the sheet, he just shone the light on her
little pussy lips from a few inches away. In a dark room, only her
pussy lips were illuminated, and he found them all the more gorgeous
for that.
He was highly aroused and he wanted relief. He went to
visit Mary Ann, the first mother who had decided to stay with him. He
stripped naked and stroked his cock a few times. It hardened as he
thought eagerly of what would happen next.
He ripped the sheet
off of the woman and rolled her onto her back. Mary Ann awoke with a
start. With Roger's erect prick in plain view, it was apparent what was
happening.
"Oh, no, please, leave me alone! Not this!"
"Ha ha, I've got you now!" he said as he spread her thighs and moved in
with his cock.
"No, no!" Mary Ann moaned. "Please stop!"
But
Roger sank his cock into the woman's hole. It was not totally dry but
not so wet either. But he wasn't here for fun; he was here for
conquest. After fifty rapid strokes he convulsed and spurted his cum up
into his victim. He had raped her.
He pulled out and lay beside her, grinning.
Mary Ann turned towards him and snuggled against him.
"Was that fun, Roger?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah, fun as ever."
"Oh good!" she said. She had of course approved being awoken for
pretend rape -- she admitted she liked it.
It was the middle of the night and Roger was sleepy from his orgasm.
If
for some reason Mary Ann had not wanted him to spend the rest of the
night, she would have said so, but it was a rare woman who turned down
a chance to fall asleep with Roger.
As he drifted off he saw sweet images of the girl pussies he had been
exploring not long before.