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                                        Andrew Roller Presents
                                   NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
                                                       in 
                                              Night Games


                                              Chapter Five

         "Don't feel sorry for me.  I went there to be hurt," Sasha said
to her daughter.  They were home now, it was the next day.  Sasha was
lying in the sun in her back yard, in her bikini, hoping the welts on
her body would blend in with her skin if she deepened her tan.  Her
daughter stood over her, briefly protecting her mother from the sun with
her shadow, or part of her anyway, her small child's shadow falling
across her mother's belly, where the second man to whip her had been
particularly harsh with her.
         "He shouldn't have hit you so hard," Cindy told her mom.  "I
didn't like it."  Sasha reached out and took her daughter's hand.
         "Pain can be a good teacher, honey," Sasha told Cindy.  "I'm
just learning that."  She lifted her sunglasses, moving gingerly due to
her welts.  She looked at her daughter.  The girl was dressed in a
bikini like her mother.  Except that her mother's bikini was decorated
with flowers, while Cindy's was decorated with little bears.  "Would you
like to go to Gwen's next party?" Sasha asked her daughter.  "You don't
have to."  Cindy wrinkled her nose. 
         "I don't want to sit in a closet again," Cindy said.  "I had to
pee and I couldn't do it `cause I was wearing that stupid belt."
         "That was to protect your pussy," Sasha told her daughter. 
"Gwen was right in protecting you, though I don't think she has such
protection in mind for her next party.  Do you still want to feel a man
inside you?"  Cindy thought a moment, and finally licked her lips.
         "Yes!  If it doesn't hurt too much," Cindy said.
         "It will hurt some," Sasha told her daughter.  "And you might
see me punished again."
         "I didn't like that," Cindy said.
         "I didn't like it either, but it's something my mistress
required of me," Sasha said.  "Gwen, I mean,"
         "She was mean," Cindy said.
         "No, she was teaching me," Sasha told her daughter.  "I was
afraid for my breasts, I'd never felt a whip against them.  She knew if
she tied me up in a closet with my tits hanging out of a halter, and a
whip available, men would find the lure irresistible.  And I would learn
to be touched there in ways I'd never felt before."  Sasha moved
slightly on the chaise lounge which was supporting her body.  Her tits
shifted under her bra.  New tendrils of pain shot through her breasts
right up to the tips of her nipples.  "AH!" Sasha cried.  She bit her
lip.  She touched her belly, absently, and the pressure of her fingers
on a welt there caused her to jerk with yet more pain.
         "Mom!  Are you okay?" Cindy asked, alarmed.  Sasha bit her lip
and nodded.
         "Yes.  I'm still a mass of sensation," Sasha said.  She
breathed, gently, lest her breath cause her tits to wobble enough to
create more pain in her tits.  "It's like still being at the party,"
Sasha smiled.  "Every little movement causes me to be aware of my body,
to be thinking of the physical side of myself."  Sasha's grin widened. 
"Just think, dear, I could be cooped up at the office worrying about
getting out the boss's letters but instead I'm lying in the sun."
         "You're hurting!" Cindy told her mother, grasping her mother's
hand and trying to comfort her.
         "I'm enjoying the sensuousness of my body," Sasha told her
daughter.  "Whip strokes last longer than kisses."
         "When's the next party, mom?" Cindy asked her mother.
         "Next Friday, dear," Sasha told the girl.  "Gwen says she has
something all picked out for you to wear, if you want to go.  You don't
have to, of course.  But she promises me we'll be well paid if you do. 
But I don't want the money, dear."
         "I DO!" Cindy cried.  Visions of new CD's and an endless supply
of Hubba Bubba danced in her head.
         "The money's not important, dear," Sasha said to her daughter,
now placing her hand over her daughter's despite the new sensations of
pain which coursed through her belly and shifting tits as she did so. 
"I get you plenty," she told Cindy.  "Go only if you want to.  And
realize that you might not come home a virgin."
         "I don't care about that," Cindy told her mom.  "I want the
money!"  Sasha shook her head.  
         "We'll see about that," Sasha said.
         "He's such a sweet bear," Cindy was saying the following
Friday, as she admired the stuffed animal Gwen had sent over to go along
with her costume.  The girl wore pajamas, as if she were going to a
little girl's sleepover, not a party for adults.  The PJ's were flannel
and they covered her from her neck all the way down to her toes.  They
were, in fact, pajamas made for a child smaller than herself, but in a
size large enough to fit her growing body.  The feet were connected to
the leggings and the leggings to the part covering her hips and belly
and breasts, right to the ends of her sleeves  The whole pajama costume
was made from a single piece of flannel.  In back there was a flap,
buttoned up at the moment, which, when released, would bare her bottom,
that she might relieve herself if she had to pee.  Except that another
provision had been made, not for her to relieve herself but rather to
excite the guests present.  In front, where on a smaller child there
would have been flannel covering her pubis, a square of it had been cut
away, and there was no flap there.  Cindy's bush showed, despite the
fact that the rest of her was modestly concealed by the flannel.  She
would, of course, be unconscious of this, despite thinking of it every
moment, pretending to be a girl too little to know that her pussy was on
view for all the guests to see.
         Sasha bent and kissed her daughter's cheek.  She took something
plastic from the box that had held the girl's costume.  
         "Gwen included one more thing for you," Sasha said.  She draped
a cord around the girl's neck.  Hanging from it was a pacifier.  Cindy
looked down at the thing dangling between the jut of her breasts, lying
against the flannel of her PJ's.
         "A pacifier?!  I'm not a baby!" Cindy protested.
         "It's for the men, dear.  To make you even sweeter-looking." 
Cindy fingered the item.  She gave a loud sigh, like when she'd sucked
the boy's cocks in the bathroom.
         "Oh, awright," Cindy said.  "But can't I at least wear panties
under these PJ's to hide my pussy?  People will be able to see it!"
         "Yes.  Your virgin pussy," Sasha said.  She laughed.  "You will
drive the men crazy, dear.  I wish I were you!"  Cindy looked up at her
mother.  
         "I wish I was you," Cindy said truthfully.  For her mother was
a sight to behold.  Her hair, unlike her daughter's which fell about her
shoulders and halfway down her back, was pinned up into a bun.  Her
upper body was bare, save for a soft leather bra which attempted, and
failed, to hold back her breasts.  They bulged out beyond it, putting
her nipples on display and offering them in an uplifted fashion to
whomever might wish to partake of them.  Below the woman's flat slender
belly panties hugged her hips.  But they rode low on her, so low her
pubic hairs curled out the top of them, and if that were not enough of
an invitation to her cunt the front of her panties bore a flap.  Two
ribbons held it up, but they were tiny and a gentle tug on them would
cause the flap to fall.  In back the woman's behind was split by a
thong.  The high cheeks of her bottom were bare.  A short handled whip
thrust through her panties' waistband left no doubt that her bare behind
was ready for action.  A heavy belt, made of leather, gripped Sasha's
waist.  It had no purpose other than to offer chrome rings through which
ropes could be put.  If that were not enough to beckon men to make use
of her, or a woman for that matter, thick leather wrist cuffs with rings
hung snugly from Sasha's wrists, and were matched by cuffs about her
ankles.  More cuffs held her tightly just above her pretty knees, and
above her elbows as well.  This was a woman ready for heavy bondage,
though Cindy simply admired her mother for her seductive bikini.
         "Here are our guests of honor," Gwen said an hour later, when
Brad escorted the mother and her daughter into the woman's apartment. 
People turned, watched with avid interest as Brad slipped a coat off
Sasha's slender shoulders.  A sigh of delight went up as Sasha's bikini
was revealed, and all its accessories.  Then it was Cindy's turn, and
when Brad took her coat from her the sigh of delight was twice as loud. 
For Cindy, standing there with a pacifier around her neck and hugging a
stuffed bear, seemed unconscious of the fact that her pussy was showing.
         She wasn't, of course.  She could think of almost nothing else
as she was introduced, along with her mother, to the guests present. 
The women wore black bikinis like her mother's, or leather halters, or,
in some cases, steel rings around their nipples which served only to
accentuate their nakedness.  The men had their cocks hidden in black
leather briefs but their little pouches bulged with promise.  Cindy
could hardly wait for the party to get going in earnest and the men to
reveal themselves.  All the while she played the sweet little girl, the
girl too young to party and about to head off to bed.  Her pussy proved
the center of attention, there in that room with so much on offer, no
doubt because it looked so innocent.
         "Oh my, isn't she sweet?" a woman gushed over Cindy, as her
mother introduced her.
         "She is much too young for this event," a man said, though
there was obvious joy in his voice at seeing her present.
         "She has just had her bath," Sasha said of her daughter.  "She
wanted to say goodnight to everybody before going to sleep."
         "Oh mommie, I'm not weally tired," Cindy protested.  She put
her thumb in her mouth.  She sucked, and not merely for show.  All these
people, so daringly dressed, were a bit scary, especially in the way
they all paid so much attention to her.  
         "Perhaps she can stay for just a little while?" Sasha asked
Gwen, knowing full well what the answer would be.
         "Alright.  But only if she's very good," Gwen answered.
         In the next room there was a dining table, and Gwen called her
guests to dinner.  This party would not proceed as quickly as the other
had, she was determined of that.  She wanted to draw things out more. 
The guests, as fetchingly attired as any dinner guests could ever be,
but pretending now to ignore what they were so eagerly offering, allowed
Gwen to lead them into the dining room.  There they found chairs of most
curious design.  They were low to the floor; the table itself was low,
like a Japanese table, and the chairs were open in the middle, like
seats on a toilet.
         "Gwen!  Are we to go to the bathroom while we eat?" a woman
asked, alarmed.
         "No, my dears," Gwen said.  "We are to be eaten while we eat. 
It is a new innovation of mine and I hope you will enjoy it."  She
turned to the men.  "You will not wish to be constrained during our
meal.  Hang your briefs over the pegs along the wall there."
         "There are not enough chairs!" a guest, noting the number
present, which was about two dozen, compared to the chairs, which were
only twelve, said with some alarm.
         "That's because half of us are going to sit, and the other half
are going to lie down," Gwen explained.  The men quickly got off their
briefs, hanging them up, showing for the first time now their cocks
which, being stiff as boards, thrilled little Cindy right to the core of
her nakedly exposed pussy.  Gwen presented a fistful of straws.  She
urged the guests to draw them from her hand and those which got the
short straws were to take pillows from a pile and lie under the chairs. 
"Then you may feast while we are feasting," Gwen said.
         To much excitement now, the guests divided into two groups. 
One sat in the chairs, to have dinner.  The other got under the chairs
to feed upon the genitals of those who were eating.  Cindy, as luck
would have it, along with her mother, drew long straws, and so they sat
down side by side at the table, while two randy men put themselves under
their chairs.  Cindy looked down at the handsome fellow whose face
showed under her open seat.
         "I might pee on you," Cindy told him, hugging her bear tightly,
a little more fearful now that her pussy was about to be put to pillage.
         "If you do I'll unbutton that back flap of yours and spank
you," the man answered.
         Cindy sat down.  She felt the man's breath come up through her
chair and tickle her pussy.  She wiggled and laughed.  She looked down
at the man.
         "You seem well ventilated," the man said to Cindy.
         "Oh!  I forgot to put on my panties," Cindy said.
         "It's too late now," the man answered.  Cindy looked at her
mother, who was having the front flap of her own panties untied by the
man lying under her chair.
         "Mommie, there's a man under my chair," Cindy said.
         "Try to ignore him, dear," Cindy's mother answered, a knowing
smile on her lips.  "We must show good manners at dinner."
         "But he's breathing on me, mommie!  On my pussy!" Cindy said,
her voice drenched with truthful alarm now as she felt the man under her
exhale hotly onto her pubis.  "YEEEK!  He's licking me!" Cindy suddenly
shouted, and everyone at the table laughed, for even as the girl felt
her own pussy assaulted they themselves were, or were about to, suffer
similar fates.
         "The man under me is-- ah!  -- licking me too, darling," Sasha
told her daughter, grimacing as she did so.  Gwen, who had not drawn a
straw but who had taken the chair at the head of the table nonetheless,
received a tongue in her own snatch, from a woman under her, and said,
         "Let us begin eating.  Our friends already have."
         A maid served dinner, as the the crotches of those sitting at
table were served up involuntarily to those under the chairs.  Cindy
squirmed under the assault on her virgin pussy.  The man seemed to be
trying to deflower her with his tongue!  After making an attempt at her
meal, all the while swooning at what was being done to her, Cindy
complained,
         "Mommie!  He's going too deep!"  
         "Roger," Gwen called out to the man feasting on Cindy's cunt. 
"She is not to lose her cherry yet.  Do not be too aggressive with her."
         The repast proved delirious, at least for those at the table. 
Soon women were shuddering in their chairs, brought to bliss and
beyond.  The men seated at table strove to hold themselves back.  Some
were successful.  Others were grateful that a waiting mouth was there to
receive what they embarrassingly offered.  When dinner was over, Gwen
had the guests switch places.  The maid struggled to clear the table and
provide new plates and food for the second set of guests, but by now few
people were paying attention.  Instead everything was happening down at
the level of the chairs, those who had been eaten now doing the eating,
the ones who had been so avid with their tongues now drenching the faces
of those beneath them.  Little Cindy was tasked with licking the balls
of the man who had eaten her, a task she found enjoyable, until he put
his penis into her mouth and shot himself off in her.
         "Ewww," Cindy said, when she had managed to break free of the
man's cock.
         "God, such a sweet little mouth!" Roger exclaimed.
         "Mommie, he put sperm in my mouth!" Cindy complained to her
mother, who lay beside her, sucking the man who had delved into her. 
But at that moment Sasha could not answer.  She was receiving the man's
tribute in much the same manner as her daughter just had.  Roger reached
down and patted the little girl's head.
         "Perhaps when I recover I can show you what other places I can
fill," Roger said to Cindy.
         The partiers regrouped in the living room, and Cindy looked as
darling as ever, though perhaps slightly less innocent owing to the
sperm staining her lips.
         "Are you ready for bed yet?" a man asked Cindy, admiring, once
again, the way her little bush showed through her flannel P.J.'s.
         "Almost," Cindy answered, teasingly.
         "Would you like me to read you a story?" the man asked.  
         "Yes!" Cindy exclaimed.  Her eyes glowed with genuine interest.
         "Perhaps your mother would like to come along.  To chaperone?"
the man asked, turning to Sasha.
         "How sweet of you to ask," Sasha smiled.  She liked the man's
demeanor, and the fact that his cock had survived the feasting at the
table impressed her.  He was impressed by the way her little flap hung
down in front, revealing her pussy with the same innocent abandon as her
daughter's own cunt.  The man, who was about 20 and whose name was Mark,
turned back to Cindy.  
         "I must warn you," he told the girl.  "If I'm to read you a
story you must promise to behave.  No squirming, no wiggling, and no
complaining when I put you to bed.  Otherwise I will have to spank
you."  Cindy's eyes widened.  Was the man serious?  She looked at her
mother.  Sasha grinned, showing her pretty white teeth.  She liked the
man even more now.
         "I'm sure she will be good.  Won't you, dear?" Sasha asked
Cindy.
         "I'll twy," Cindy said, mangling the word `try', knowing it
would make her look even more innocent than she already was.
         "Very good," Sasha said to Mark.  "Lead the way, sir."
         Gwen watched as the trio headed off to a bedroom.  Mark was a
handsome young fellow. She wished she could have him for herself.  But
Sasha had snared him.  She decided, at least for awhile, not to
interfere.
         "Now remember.  You must be very good, or I'm going to take
that flap over your bottom down and slap your ass very hard," Mark told
Cindy, when she and her mother and he had gained the privacy of a
bedroom.  Mark winked at Sasha.  It was understood, at such a party,
that threats like the one he was giving now always came to pass.  Cindy
wiggled her ass, admiring Mark's rampant cock as she hugged her teddy
bear.
         "I'll be good," she breathed, although the offer of feeling his
big hands slam down on her little bottom, however painful it would
prove, was beginning to tempt her.  Mark escorted the girl in the
flannel pajamas, with her pussy so coyly showing, over to the bed.  He
pulled back the covers, his cock quivering over them, and he told her to
climb up and get in.  Cindy obeyed.
         "What story will you be reading me?" Cindy asked.
         "I'm not sure.  Let's see if they have any books in here," Mark
said.  He looked around.
         "Here's one!" Sasha cried.  She had found one lying on a bureau
and the fact that it was an erotic novel mattered little to her now, the
state of the party having advanced to a point where she wanted to get
things going.
         "Ah.  Your mother's here," Mark said to Cindy, as if he had not
known the woman was present.  "Your daughter looks hot," he said to
Sasha.  "With your permission I would like to have her top off.  Her
breasts are so big for such a young girl.  Perhaps they would like some
air."  Sasha smiled.
         "It is all of one piece, sir," she said of her daughter's
P.J.'s.  "You would need scissors."
         "Then I shall find some," Mark answered.  He turned and looked
at Cindy, who was lying in seeming innocence upon the bed, her legs
apart (she remembered how Jason had wanted her), her pussy showing.  "It
looks as if someone has already taken a scissors to her lower part,"
Mark said.
         "Her little pussy didn't want to get hot," Sasha replied.  Mark
rummaged in several drawers.  He let out a shout of delight when he
found a big pair of scissors, metal with plastic orange handles.
         "What are you going to do to me?" Cindy cried, when Mark
brought the scissors to her.  She was not sure she wanted to go along
with this.  One snip in the wrong place and she could lose her nipples!
         "Hold still," Mark said.  He hovered over the girl, squeezed
her right tit and pulled up the fabric over it.
         "NO!" Cindy said suddenly, for both her nipples were rigid,
standing up like stiff little peaks, and an errant slice of the blades
would cut them right off her.
         "I told you to be good!" Mark said.  He grabbed the girl and
forced her, after a bit of a struggle, to roll over on her belly.  The
relief that Cindy felt at lying on her tits, and protecting them, was
short-lived.  Mark went for the buttons of her back flap, with his
fingers.  The girl squirmed and tried to bat his hands away but he undid
them, and a moment later her white bottom cheeks were bulging up through
the back of her PJ's.
         "She needs a good spanking if she's to behave," Mark said to
Sasha.  Cindy tried cover herself but the man easily moved her hands
away.  His palm came blasting down, and the girl writhed as she received
him, hard on her softness, the pain making her achingly aware of her
bottom's nudity.  "There," Mark said, when he had turned the girl's ass
red and big tears were rolling down her cheeks into her pillow.  He
admired his handiwork for a moment, keeping Cindy's hands back so she
could not cover it, and then he rolled her back over.  "Now.  We'll try
this again," Mark said, picking up the scissors.  This time he was
successful; he cut big holes in the front of Cindy's PJ's and her tits
came tumbling out of them.  Mark bent and briefly sucked upon them, to
screams of protest from the girl, tasting her sweet erect little buds,
finding them as tasty as Roger had found her cunt.  Then he went over to
Sasha and fetched the erotic novel from her.  When he returned to Cindy
the girl was clutching her bear, seemingly afraid of him but, with eyes
fastened on his cock, obviously thinking of more than her wet tits and
hot bottom.  Mark red to her.  Now and then he stopped to stroke her
blonde hair and explain parts of the story to her that she didn't quite
understand.  It was a bondage story, and the heroine suffered much more
in it than merely a spanked behind.  Cindy listened avidly.  Now and
then she sucked her thumb and once she made Mark pause so she could
reassure her teddy bear that such things didn't happen to stuffed
animals.  Finally, when Mark had driven himself to the point of nearly
spending on the sheets with arousal, and had sent Cindy and her mother
into spirals of gleeful bliss that beckoned their fingers close to their
pussies, he put the book down.
         "What are you going to do now?" Cindy asked, stroking her pussy
hairs with one hand and clutching her bear with the other.
         "I want to show off what I did to your PJ's to the guests.  And
what I did to your bottom," Mark told Cindy.  
         "Oooh!  NO!" Cindy said.
         "In fact, I want all the guests to have a chance to suck your
tits and spank your bottom," Mark said.  He grabbed hold of her.  He
rolled her over, despite her protests.  He applied his hand to her
bottom again, loving the feel of her rubbery young cheeks, enjoying the
way they grew hot again under his palm.  When he had satisfied himself
that they were sufficiently red, and aware that he was impressing her
mother with the way he didn't simply ask to fuck the young girl, he made
Cindy get off the bed and stand up.
         "Show me your bottom," Mark said.
         "NO!" Cindy cried, put out that she should give him another
view of what he had just so recently admired, and treated so badly. 
Nonetheless at his insistence she turned, and she let him look at him,
at her little red seat, and when he had her standing with her back to
him he for the first time clasped his penis with his hand and gave
himself some relief.  "Stop doing that!" Cindy said, looking over her
shoulder and seeing him masturbating.  "You might spurt on me."
         "What?  On your red little ass?" Mark asked, teasing her.  He
aimed at her.  She shivered but, though she wished to, she did not put
her hands over her butt, keeping them instead at her side, letting her
tits show in a mirror in front of her, that he might admire her both
from the front and back at the same time.  She found she loved his
attention, though she didn't like how much it was hurting her bottom. 
"Now let's march you out to meet the other guests again," Mark said to
Cindy when he had pulled on his cock a few times.  Cindy declined again
but not with much actual resistance; a minute later Mark had her back in
the living room, showing her around to the guests and asking them if
they thought she needed any further lessons in good behavior.
         "Perhaps her tits do," a man offered, and bent and sucked on
Cindy's breasts, making the girl squeal.  A woman followed, startling
Cindy, but she soon found she liked the feel of the woman's tongue
tickling her nipples, especially when the woman added to the tonguing by
placing a finger down between her legs.
         "Oooh!  Stop!" Cindy cried, but quickly wet the woman's finger,
as the woman wet her breasts, showing that her words weren't as
insistent as they seemed.
         "I think her little behind needs some more training," a man
said, contemplating Cindy's red little ass.
         "Be my guest," Mark said.
         "Ah, you are the gatekeeper now?" the man asked Mark.
         "I read her a story," Mark answered.
         "He's a wonderful gatekeeper," Sasha said.  She hugged Mark,
startling him, and he was even more surprised when she wrapped her palm
gently around the shaft of his cock.  "I'd like you to take my
daughter's cherry," Sasha whispered to Mark.
         "Your offer is tempting," Mark answered, as the woman licking
Cindy's tits made her cry out more passionately still, inserting her
finger in her all-too available cunt.  "But I want something else from
your daughter.  And from you as well."
         "What's that?" Sasha asked.
         "I want to take you both up the behind," Mark said.
         After showing Cindy to the guests, the trio retreated to the
bedroom.  Sasha, acceding to Mark's demand, slipped out of her thong
panties and got on the bed.  She arranged herself bottom-up, and put her
daughter beside her, her little behind sticking out of her flannel
PJ's.  Mark greased himself and got behind the two females.  Sasha
grasped one of her daughter's hands.
         "It's going to hurt, honey," Sasha warned her daughter.  But
she did not ask her if she wished to back out.  Let her have some cock
now, it was time for her to know what a cock was really like.  It wasn't
just something to be toyed with.  Cindy looked into her mother's eyes
and nodded, feeling the weight of Mark kneeling behind her.  She felt
she was ready.  Still, the girl had no expectation of the driving force
that would plunge into her, and her innocence showed in her eyes.
         Mark spread Cindy's bottom cheeks.  He wished she was out of
the flannel PJ's but, opening her behind, he had no trouble finding her
little hiney hole.  It puckered sweetly at him, unknowing of the pain it
would soon suffer, the awful urgency of his male intrusion.  Mark
greased a finger.
         "OOOH!  Don't!" Cindy cried, when Mark touched her bottom hole
         "I have to get you ready," Mark said.  Slowly he managed to
work a finger into Cindy's behind.  The girl squirmed, she bleated, a
piglet afraid of the butcher.  Mark took his time, let her grow used to
him.  Then he took his hand away, lifted his cock, and put it between
her young cheeks.
         "Oh!  Not your penis!" Cindy said, alarmed, as if completely
unaware of what his fingering had meant.  
         "Quiet!" Mark said.  He was tired of hearing this little girl
protest everything he did.  He shoved.  Cindy lurched forward.  He
grabbed her hips, felt their softness, ignored her urgent cries for him
to stop and gave another thrust.
         "NO!  PWEASE!" Cindy cried, feeling her rosehole spread under
the pressure of his dick.  Mark grunted.  The girl was tight, like a
fleshy little vise, but that made the prospect of conquering her all the
more enjoyable.  He shoved again.  Cindy let out a scream.  He felt his
cock plunge into her little shit chute.
         "Take him, dear.  Don't fight him," Sasha urged, kneeling
beside her daughter, waiting for her own turn.
         "Bear down," Mark said to Cindy.  The girl tried desperately to
pull away, to dislodge this new intruder, but Mark held her hips
tightly.  He pushed again and his knob was swallowed up by her
tightness.  He stared down at himself, penetrating her chubby little
cheeks, most of his shaft still poised in the air but the head of him
now caught in her succulent nether channel.  She was delicious, more so
than he could have imagined.  She broke into tears but that did not stop
him.  He pushed again and part of his greased shaft plunged in.
         "Need any help?" Gwen asked, and was suddenly at the bedroom
door, peering in as if at guests who were enjoying tea.
         "No," Mark said, looking at the woman.  She was as lovely as
ever, and her naked body, clad temptingly in a leather halter, inspired
him to shove again, driving deeper into little Cindy's bottom.  The girl
could hardly breathe now, he could hear her air gasping from her mouth. 
He ignored the discomfort he was causing her and thrust again, and felt
himself split her tightness even more deeply.
         "YEEEK!  NOOO!" Cindy blathered, when she was not screaming. 
But Gwen merely looked on, as did Sasha.  Nobody tried to help the
12-year-old girl, aside from Sasha holding her hand.  Mark pushed again
and to his delight found he had nearly buried himself to the root in the
child's behind.  He paused, savoring her delectable virgin tightness. 
Then he drew back, exposing part of his shaft, and after a moment,
cruelly, he pushed himself back in again.
         "YOOOOOOO!" Cindy cried, in a wail that must have been heard
throughout the apartment.  More people appeared in the doorway to the
bedroom.  They saw the daughter, and the mother waiting patiently beside
her, her own ass upturned to receive what her daughter was now getting. 
Nobody interfered; they watched with glee as Mark used the little girl
to pleasure his cock, working himself back and forth in her now,
oblivious to her howls.  When he was satisfied that he had enjoyed a
sufficient measure of delight, he spent in little Cindy's bottom, making
her take all of him.  Then he withdrew, and the girl collapsed on the
bed.  She was crying, but her mother consoled her by stroking her long
blonde hair, all the while still waiting with her own bottom poised for
the young man to recover and put himself in her own ass.  And soon Mark
did, with the guests still watching, for the sight of the little virgin,
even though she was sobbing now, lying in her flannel PJ's with her
bottom upturned was stimulating in the extreme.  That his sperm was
trickling out of her backside, evidence of his conquest, was even more
exciting.  And that she was still a virgin was enough to get even the
most flaccid man in the room hard.  Mark took the mother then, her
daughter lying beside her still weeping, her tears slowing as her mother
began to moan.
         "Oh, mommie!  My bottom hoits!" Cindy managed to get out,
finally daring to reach back and feel herself, just as her mother was
brought to climax.  For Mark, unlike with the little girl, was fondling
Sasha's cunt even as he fucked her ass.  He did not have to hold this
mature woman by her hips.  She drove back to meet his thrusts once she
had gotten used to him.
         "Shhh, dear," Sasha managed to grunt to her daughter.  Cindy,
feeling her behind, took one hand from her bottom and put her thumb in
her mouth.
         "Ah, God!" Someone in the doorway cried, for Cindy, however
sweet she had looked before, looked even sweeter now.

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