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KIDDIE CLITTIES 2 of 2 (Mf, oral; inc, m/g, pedo)
Andrew Roller
Chapter Two
I thought it would be difficult for me to get Tabitha to go to EvelineÕs
party with me but it was not. She was bored with the summer. She spent
most of her year in a boarding school, far from home, and the novelty of
leaving her friends at school and being alone with her parents on their farm
had worn off. It was midsummer, she was restless. Her parents did not mind
her going out for the night so long as she went with Eveline and I. Eveline
was 19, and responsible, in their estimation. They did not imagine she ran
an escort service for men. TabithaÕs parents waved goodbye to the three
of us as we drove off in EvelineÕs red convertible. They believed, like
EvelineÕs parents, that sheÕd gotten an excellent price for her hogs.
We drove to Kansas City. The bright lights were visible from far
out in the wheatfields. Under our dresses we wore our attire for the night:
string bikinis. On our feet we had riding boots. EvelineÕs long hair was
pulled back in a ponytail. She had her whip and black satchel in the trunk.
I wore my hair free, as did Tabitha. The wind caught it and blew it behind
us. We smelled the summer lying on the fields. We heard crickets above
the roar of EvelineÕs car.
A hotel room was the meeting place. It was neither on the top floor
of the building or the bottom, but discreetly in between. Eveline parked
and we took the elevator up together.
Miriam met us. She was EvelineÕs partner. She was older, perhaps
30, though I didnÕt ask her age. She wore a simple dress, like Eveline and
Tabitha and I did.
ÒOh, here are the new girls,Ó Miriam said. She gazed at myself
and Tabitha. I felt slightly condescended to under her gaze but said nothing,
simply smiled back. Tabitha grinned. She was happy to be partying. Miriam
looked at Eveline. ÒI trust they understand what we are about?Ó she asked.
ÒI explained everything to them both,Ó Eveline answered. Tabitha
had been filled in on the fact that it was an escort service. Like me, she
knew weÕd be having a sexy evening.
ÒThey are both broken in?Ó Miriam asked, still a little dubious.
ÒAh, well, one to the whip, the other to the penis, if thatÕs what
you mean,Ó Eveline answered.
Miriam frowned and turned to Tabby and me. ÒOne of them is virgin?Ó
she asked.
ÒYes, my niece Sally,Ó Eveline said. ÒBut she let me whip her,
to show sheÕs not afraid and will do as sheÕs told.Ó
ÒHmmm,Ó Miriam said. She lifted a manicured fist to her face and
settled her chin upon it. I did not like how she looked at me, at Tabby,
evaluating us as one does in a supermarket. ÒAnd this one?Ó she asked Eveline,
pointing with an idle, half-lifted finger at Tabby.
ÒShe is not a virgin,Ó Eveline replied. She looked at Tabitha.
ÒYou are not a virgin, are you, Tabby?Ó
ÒNo, of course not,Ó Tabitha breathed. She tugged at the hem of
her dress. She, like me, didnÕt like being questioned about such matters.
ÒAnd the whip? Has your bottom tasted the whip?Ó Miriam asked.
ÒNo!Ó Tabitha replied, somewhat shocked. (I hadnÕt told her about
my whipping.) She reached behind herself and clapped her hands to her ass.
ÒThey are both quite young, quite delicate,Ó Miriam said to Eveline.
ÒI trust you know what youÕre doing.Ó
ÒI do,Ó Eveline said with aplomb. ÒI started this way myself, remember?Ó
ÒThings are stricter now,Ó Miriam said. ÒBut if you can manage
them, IÕll allow it. You always handled yourself well, despite your youth.
Otherwise I would never have taken a partner 10 years younger than me.Ó
ÒThanks,Ó Eveline said. She held her whip, wrapped discreetly in
a glad trash bag, and her black satchel. Now she placed the satchel on a
escritoire. It was an elegant table, with a vase of fresh-cut roses upon
it. Next to the vase of roses was an ice-bucket, sitting on a cloth. It
was loaded with ice and had an unopened bottle of wine in it. Eveline drew
her whip from the glad bag and placed it beside the satchel, then folded
the glad bag and slipped it into a drawer of the table.
I heard voices coming from an adjoining room. Two men appeared,
then a third. They were all dressed in business suits. The first two had
young girls hanging off their arms. The third was alone. The girls were
in their late teens and wore, like we did under our dresses, slinky string
bikinis. They all held drinks. I noticed that each girl had a wet spot
in the crotch of her panties. I stared at it, wonderingly. The girls smiled
and seemed not to mind my stare.
ÒLetÕs get undressed,Ó Eveline said to me and Tabby. She turned
her back to me and asked me to unzip her. I did. Tabby did me. Miriam
waited to take our dresses from us and hang them in the closet next to the
table. The girls in bikinis watched, bright-eyed, glad no doubt to have
others join them, as little clothed as themselves.
We got out of our dresses but kept our riding boots on. The other
girls wore heels. Miriam took our dresses from us and when she opened the
closet to hang them I saw the men had arrived wearing coats, at least some
of them, for they hung next to the girlsÕ summer dresses.
Miriam hung up our clothes. But before she let us go, she reached
into the ice bucket. She plucked out a cube of ice. She looked at Eveline.
ÒA new device,Ó she said. ÒTo show youÕre ready.Ó Miriam pulled
open the front of EvelineÕs panties. She dropped the ice cube down into
them. Eveline gasped. Then she inserted a finger, following the cube down,
and pressed the ice hard against EvelineÕs slit.
Eveline shivered and waited for Tabby and me to be given the same
treatment. I watched as a wet spot formed in the crotch of EvelineÕs panties.
I looked again at the two females with the men. They smiled at me, at Tabby,
at Eveline. Miriam got another cube of ice and opened the front of my panties.
My pubic hair could be seen. She dropped the ice in and then followed it
down with her fingers, forcing it into my cunt.
ÒNo!Ó I gasped. I felt my panties wetten where I least desired
it and my cunt felt chilled by the ice. Miriam smiled. One of the girls
laughed.
Tabby was next. She accepted her cube with equanimity. It melted
within her panties, as mine was doing, as EvelineÕs was doing. We looked
at the men, they at us. I wished they would suffer a similar fate but knew
the party was most of all for their entertaiment. We girls would be paid.
They were paying. WeÕd buy red convertibles and theyÕd work extra hours
to make sure their wives didnÕt know theyÕd spent their pay on us.
Properly iced, we sashayed rather bashfully up to the men. They
looked with eager eyes at our little panties, at the wet spots right where
our cunts lay. The man who had been alone took myself and Tabby by our arms.
We permitted our bodies to settle against his. I could smell the fabric
of his suit. It smelled expensive, fine wool and cotton. He smiled. We
smiled teasingly at him. Eveline walked up to him, and boldly lifted the
front of his jacket. She saw his pants were tight about his crotch and this
sent me and Tabby into giggles.
We were escorted into the party room. It was festooned with ballons
and streamers. Some balloons were black and others white. It was a mature
party, for grownups. There were no childish colors here. The streamers
hanging down from the ceiling were lavender and green.
There were nine men present, all in suits, and nine females, all
clad in the tiniest of bikinis. Miriam took off her dress and joined us.
She had a pinupÕs body, despite being in her late 20Õs. The other girls
were mostly late teens, like Eveline. Only Tabby and I were pubescents.
Each girl had been forced to accept a cube of ice in her panties and bore
a wet spot there as a result. Miriam iced herself, opening her panties in
front of all of us and taking a cube from a nearby ice bucket that was empty.
She dropped in the cube and then forced it into her cunt, shivering. Everyone
laughed, even me and Tabby.
We met the other girls and men and sipped champagne. Eveline warned
Tabby and I not to drink too much lest we get silly. We must be on our best
behavior, she told us, a little embarrassingly, given that we were surrounded
by adults. But I bit my lip and nodded, tried not to blush. Tabby seemed
to understand what the night portended and said nothing.
There was as yet no ÔpartneringÕ of the couples. Miriam encouraged
us to circulate, to talk to each man, not to favor one or the other. Dutifully
Tabby and I spoke to each man, just as she, Eveline, and the other girls
did. Miriam said that we would not choose partners for sex until after weÕd
had our dinner, which was yet to arrive. In an adjoining room a table waited.
A dark chandelier, unlit, hung over it. The table was laden with porcelain
plates and neatly folded napkins.
ÒAre you a virgin?Ó a man who was no less than 40 asked Tabby.
She shook her head Ôno,Õ that she was not.
ÒAh, well, it is best that way, I suppose,Ó the man replied.
I stood before a man in his 30Õs, toying with his tie to tease him
a little, relishing how I could be free with him but he was forbidden to
take liberties with me. The men could only chat to us, Miriam warned. They
could only talk to any of us girls, for to insist on any other rule would
have resulted in an orgy before dinner, before the waiters and waitresses
had served us our meal and been dismissed.
ÒSo, you are not a virgin either?Ó the man in his 30Õs asked me,
overhearing his friend. His voice sounded hopeful, as if he didnÕt wish
to be unnecessarily hindered when the time came to take me.
I sighed. ÒIÕm afraid I am,Ó I answered. I looked up at him with
my big eyes to let him know I was being truthful.
ÒAh, God!Ó he breathed. I glanced from his face down to his trousers.
His coat was unbuttoned and I saw him rise within his pants.
ÒGerald, are you asking indiscreet questions?Ó Miriam teased the
man.
ÒI canÕt believe you would invite a virgin to one of these parties,Ó
Gerald replied. I lifted my hands to his tie and began fiddling with it
again. It was an expensive tie. I drew one of my fingernails across it
to see if I could damage it.
ÒShe must learn sometime,Ó Miriam answered. ÒBut you neednÕt give
her your collar. You may choose any girl you wish, several perhaps, before
the evening is out.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Gerald breathed. His breath was hot and I felt it wash down
upon my face. I blinked. I didnÕt like being breathed on. But he had a
nice manly smell to him, even his breath, and I found myself suddenly leaning
forward and impulsively kissing his chest. He wore a silk shirt. My lips
left a mark upon it.
ÒSee? She likes you!Ó Miriam laughed. She turned me towards herself
and gave me a new cube of ice in my panties. I resisted a little, she scolded
me and made me accept it. The ice was cold. She shoved it into my twat
hard, as if to fuck me with it. ÒNow I must give a new cube to the others,Ó
she said. ÒThey must stay wet continuously, down there, and I shanÕt count
on their own juices alone.Ó
At last dinner was brought. A waiter and waitress entered, rolling
a dinner cart before them. The cart was from downstairs. Each of the dishes
had a gleaming metal cover over it to keep it hot. The bottom shelf of the
cart held desserts. A chocolate cake, cookies, a pie under a warming hood.
The waiter and waitress were formally dressed. Each had on a black
and white serving uniform. They pretended to take no notice of our bikinis.
Or of our wet spots between our legs. They lit the chandelier in the dining
room and began setting out the food on the table.
Miriam told the men to escort us girls to dinner. They did so,
each escorting one of us. Gerald escorted me, though I guessed we might
part company after dinner. He seated me in a chair with a hard back to it
but a soft seat made of red silk. I sat in the chair in my wet bikini, wondering
if I might spoil the fabric. No matter, all us girls were seated in similar
chairs. The men sat between us, so that each man had a girl on either side
of him and each girl was flanked by two men.
The meal began with salad and clam chowder soup. I ate my salad,
with Bleu Cheese dressing on it, but I didnÕt like the clam chowder. Neither
did Tabby. She asked the waiter if they had any chicken noodle soup, or
chicken nÕ stars, but they didnÕt. Next came oysters, but I didnÕt like
these much either, though Gerald insisted on feeding me one with his fingers.
I spit it into my napkin after heÕd finished. After that was lobster, which
tasted a little better, and with them came steaks, which tasted best of all.
The steaks were cooked right on a grill by our table, by the waiter. He
served them up with the char marks of the grill burnt into them. I loved
my steak and when Gerald asked me to feed him a piece of it I refused. Somehow,
I think, my refusal inspired him to choose me.
As I sat eating beside him, he drew a dogÕs collar from the pocket
of his suit coat.
ÒI trade you this for your bra,Ó Gerald said to me.
I looked at him. What girl in her right mind would trade her bra
for a dog collar? But Eveline looked at me, and all the other girls too,
for I was the first to be proposed to.
ÒYou must accept it, darling,Ó Miriam said to me. ÒIt is our way
here. He has selected you to be his slave for the night and you cannot refuse.Ó
I gulped. I wished, I thought, to be taken, but I wanted some say
in the matter. I surveyed the men. Which did I prefer? Suddenly I wished
to have any of them except Gerald.
ÒShe is a virgin,Ó Eveline said, intervening. ÒShe may pick for
herself tonight, though she must take one.Ó I glanced at her. My eyes were
thankful. I was not resisting, no. I wished to Ôcross the threshholdÕ this
night. The men were all handsome, though some, I felt, were too old for
me.
A man in his early 20Õs eyed me from across the table. He grinned
at me, I smiled back. Then I flushed fiercely. I looked at Tabitha. She
sat between two men. Each of them must have been at least 40, yet she seemed
not to mind. The men seemed quite indulgent toward her.
ÒI want him,Ó I blurted suddenly. I pointed at the 20-year-old.
The guests applauded. Gerald glanced at the man. The girl sitting beside
him agreed, silently, to accept Gerald. We had, I saw, paired off in sitting,
though we were not really supposed to.
Gerald stood. I rose from my chair and the girl rose from hers.
I did not even know the name of the man I was going to sit with, yet I felt
wonderful as I walked over to him. He stood for me, held my chair out, scooted
it under me when I sat down. The toes of my boots just touched the floor.
ÒYour bra,Ó the young man said to me gently. He held up a dog collar
heÕd fished from his coat pocket.
ÒOh yeah,Ó I answered. I reached behind myself. Seeing I was willing,
he reached behind my back and helped me. Together we undid my stringy bra.
My boobs popped out from the restraining cups as they fell away. My nipples
were stiff. The others at the table laughed, happy to see me on my way.
I gave my bra, really nothing but a handful of string, to the man. He pocketed
it. Then, as I sat very still, he put the dogÕs collar around my throat.
He used a small key to lock it. Then he put the key into his pocket.
I reached up and felt the collar. It was black, made of leather.
It had ominous metal studs around it. I pulled at it and realized it would
never come off me without the key. I was truly a slave, now. I settled
my hands into my lap. I felt my titties wobbling freely on my chest. Only
my panties remained now, and they were wet.
The waiter brought my plate to me. I returned to eating my steak,
watching as the other girls were proposed to in turn and traded their bras
for collars. There was much laughter and merriment. A new bottle of champagne
was opened. The cork flew out with some force, as if to announce the impending
moment of my denoument.
ÒDennis,Ó the man beside me introduced himself. I kissed his proferred
hand. He already knew my name. He stroked my clinging breasts, lightly,
with just his fingertip. I shivered. It wasnÕt really allowed at this stage
of the party but Miriam didnÕt reprove him. Then we all returned to our
dinner, for dessert still waited on the bottom shelf of the cart.
ÒEach couple must share their dessert,Ó Miriam announced, when the
time came at last. ÒShare with each other, and with those beside you. Feed
all except yourself. Let others feed you.Ó And so we did. I fed the guy
beside me, and Dennis. He was fed by a girl beside him as well as by me.
We feasted on cherry pie and on chocolate cake, and fed each other cookies
cut in the shape of cunts and dicks. At last, all of us quite stuffed, a
banana was given to each of us girls by the waiter.
ÒYou each must peel your banana,Ó Miriam told us. ÒAs sexily as
possible, please. But donÕt eat it.Ó
There was an aura of mystery about it. I looked at Tabitha. She
was as clueless as me. I looked at Eveline. If she knew what was coming,
her eyes didnÕt betray it. With the men watching, especially Dennis, I peeled
my banana. First I broke off the top with my lips. Then, letting Dennis
hold the banana for me, I peeled back each part of the skin using just my
teeth. When the banana was denuded gave it a long, loving lick. I smiled
at Dennis.
ÒVery good,Ó he said. I blushed.
ÒItÕs time now for dancing,Ó Miriam said. She dismissed the waiter
and waitress. We waited quietly until we heard them shut the door to our
suite. There was a small sigh of relief that went up from the table when
we realized we were finally alone for the night. But I was feeling apprehensive
now, for the hour of my devirgination was drawing near. I looked at Tabitha.
She was nonplussed. I saw sheÕd secretly laid a hand in the laps of both
men and was doing something down there. I glanced at Eveline. She too had
her hand in her boyfriendÕs lap, though doing what I couldnÕt see.
ÒMen, would you please escort your young lady back to the party
room. And bring her banana along,Ó Miriam said. She rose. After a momentÕs
hesitation, we all rose with her. Miriam walked casually into the party
room. We followed. Her breasts bounced freely as she walked. Her panties
were caught in the crevice of her ass and, though IÕd seen her do it earlier
in the evening, she did not now bother to reach back and adjust them. Her
bottomcheeks hung out, bulging behind her as she walked. I felt my own panties
wedged in my ass but I reached back and fixed mine.
Miriam selected a CD. She put it into the CD player in the party
room. Earlier the music playing had been background music, but now dance
music pulsed over us. Miriam turned up the volume. It was the latest techo-beat.
Queer City. The men smiled. Some of them didnÕt even know the group, but
it hardly mattered. We girls would show them the steps.
First, though, crowding around each other in the party room cum
dance floor, there was one more adjustment to be made. To our attire, believe
it or not. Miriam told each man to pull down the panties of his girlfriend,
in back, exposing her bottom. I squealed as Dennis yanked down the back
of my panties. I heard Tabitha utter a similar cry. I squeezed my cheeks
together, apprehensively. I looked back, trying to see myself, to make sure
my bottom was free of any whip marks. Eveline had inspected my fanny for
me this afternoon, but I still worried that a mark might somehow reappear.
ÒSlide the banana up between each girlÕs legs from behind,Ó Miriam
told the men. ÒGirls, keep your legs apart. You will dance with the banana
between your legs, and you must do so without crushing it.Ó
Feeling quite mortified, I felt Dennis jam the banana into my legs
from behind. He was quite happy and eager about it. The banana IÕd licked
now slid between the tops of my thighs. I had to keep my legs open lest
I squeeze it and smoosh it. I felt the big banana slide along the crotch
of my panties, pressing up against my cunt, until finally the top of the
banana came protruding out the front of my panties!
ÒThere. Now you know a little about what it feels like to be a
man,Ó Dennis laughed at me.
I looked down at myself. I looked like I had a big yellow cock,
running between my legs, pressed hard to my cunt, and then bulging from the
front of my panties. I had to stand with legs akimbo, quite awkwardly, so
as not to crush it.
ÒYes, keep your legs open. This will help teach you,Ó Miriam said
to me. She smiled. She held a banana in her own panties now, and seemed
not to mind that it made her look silly, standing with her legs bowed so
that it wouldnÕt be smooshed. ÒNow dance,Ó Miriam said to me. She began
to gyrate her hips lasciviously. Her boyfriend, standing beside her, began
to dance along with her.
I looked around, moving my hips in time with the music. All the
girls were afflicted by a banana in their panties. We all had to dance with
our legs kept wide, gratifying the men but making ourselves look quite like
the whores and trollops I guess we were. Tabby danced betwen two 40-year-old
men. Boldly she reached for both their zippers at once and unzipped them.
She dug within the opening made in their pants. Then, gleefully, she drew
out both their erections. They were big and throbbing and she clutched both
at once. She squeezed them, as if hoping they might both give her a spurt.
I was shy. I let Miriam unzip Dennis for me. As I danced his erection
was produced and she made me take it in my hands and rub it.
ÒDonÕt squirt on her,Ó Miriam cautioned him. ÒWhen youÕre ready,
go to a bedroom.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Dennis answered.
We danced awhile. IÕm sure all the men were desperate (judging
from the stiff erections they all soon produced), but there seemed to be
a wish to wait, to enjoy the dancing awhile and see which girl might accidentally
squish her banana first. A girl finally did, then another, each continuing
to dance, but turning the banana she bore into a pulpy mess in her panties.
I finally brought my legs together and squished my banana. Dennis
grinned at me.
ÒIt means you are ready,Ó he said. ÒAnd I must spank you first,
for disobeying.Ó
ÒNo,Ó I breathed. Then, realizing I had to, I added, ÒI must pee.Ó
ÒCome, then,Ó Dennis said. He took my hand. I was the first to
be led from the dance floor. I glanced at Eveline. She merely smiled.
I looked for Tabitha but there was a man in front of her, another behind.
She could not see me leaving.
We went into a bathroom. Dennis peed lustily into a toilet. I
had to wait for him to finish. Then he drew down my panties. I stepped
out of them, quite reluctantly, even though there was a pulpy mess of banana
in them and they were wet.
I still wore my boots. Dennis didnÕt offer to remove those. He
ordered me to sit on the toilet. I obeyed. Parting the lips of my cunny,
I peed through the messy banana residue that remained sticking to my crotch.
He insisted on wiping me himself when I was done.
ÒNow,Ó he said. ÒWe go to bed.Ó He made me stand. Clad only in
my boots, with him still entirely dressed, except for his penis, which protruded
lewdly from his suit, he took my hand and escorted me from the bathroom.
As we exited it another couple entered. We walked across the party room.
It was half empty now. I looked at the remaining dancers. Eveline was
among them, but she was pressed up hard against a man, kissing him.
ÒEveline!Ó I called. She broke the kiss, smiled at me. She gave
me a little wave and then went back to kissing her boyfriend.
I heard crying as Dennis opened the door to a bedroom and led me
in. There, sitting on a bed, was one of the 40-year-old men. Tabby lay
sprawled over his knee. She was getting her spanking. He slammed his hand
down hard upon her bottom. She screamed and kicked her booted legs. Her
face was drenched with tears. Her panties lay discarded on the floor. There
was banana pulp in them.
ÒYou too,Ó Dennis told me.
ÒNo!Ó I cried. He plopped himself down on the same side of the
bed as TabbyÕs lover occupied. I sat down with him, hoping to avoid the
spanking by engaging him in a kiss. He accepted my kiss. But then he pulled
me quite rudely across his lap.
Suddenly I found myself on my belly, over DennisÕ knees, staring
into TabbyÕs face. She noticed, looked up at me. She continued weeping.
Staring back at her, I suddenly felt DennisÕ palm come slapping down hard
upon my own bare bottom. I broke into tears.
We were both spanked together. Tabby and I bawled into each othersÕ
faces, sharing our fate, regretting it, yet utterly unable to stop it. When
at last our spanking ceased we reached out to one another and hugged each
other and kissed. We had endured.
ÒGet up,Ó Dennis said gruffly. Tabby and I were pulled apart.
We were each kissed by our lover and then we were laid side by side on the
bed. As Tabby and I held hands, each man mounted us. I kissed her, she
me, but our loversÕ mouths intervened and insisted on possessing our lips.
I heard Tabby gasp. She was being entered! I tried to keep my
legs apart but I was nervous. When I closed them, Dennis wrenched them apart
with his hands. He would not be denied. I felt his manhood plunge into
my cunt and suddenly there was a sharp pain within me, up inside me. As
I cried out I felt whatever was stopping him give way and his big awful thing
slid up into me.
They rode us, then. Like men ride horses, hard and fast, except
they were lying atop us and we were but young teenaged girls lying beneath
them. TabbyÕs sighs and cries mingled with my shrieks. Dennis whispered
to me that all would be well, all would be well, cupping my crying face in
his hands. But his dick shafted within me like some great, evil plunger,
showing me no mercy at all down where it counted, between the lips of my
cunt.
I felt very wet between my legs and knew IÕd been Ôblooded.Õ I
would never be virgin again. Dennis rammed within me like a madman, loving
my tightness, complaining a little that he couldnÕt go as deep and as fast
as he liked. But, underneath him, I felt he was tearing me apart with his
dick, he was so vigorous in his fucking.
At last Tabby climxed with her lover beside us. I felt myself cumming
and Dennis, timing himself, quite expertly, released his flood just as I
hit my peak. It was, in retrospect, a virtuoso performance. I was lucky
to have been laid by such a skilled lover as Dennis. But at the time I was
crying, and when I ceased crying I was brooding and fussy, and it took many
kisses on his part before I willingly returned his love that night in the
bed. When I did, finally accepting what had been done to me, we screwed
again, this time with me on top, boucing away on him, riding him like the
best horse IÕd ever ridden, even better than Pepper.
Tabby shared that night with me and my lover. She was fucked again
by her lover but then, because he was older, he couldnÕt do her a third time.
Dennis was still hungry, though, as dawn broke. It whitened the room through
the curtains, making the lamplight seem to grow dimmer. With TabbyÕs lover
watching, Dennis made both of us kneel with our bottoms toward him. He fucked
both of us in turn, going first in my pussy, then in hers, then in mine again,
until she and I were both crying and climaxing at once. Then he gave me
his seed, for I was his lover. Tabby and I kissed as he pumped himself into
me.
With that, the party ended. The men rose and dressed. Eveline
appeared with our dresses. It was time for us to go home before her parents,
and TabbyÕs, became truly worried. We kissed our men friends goodbye. They
unlocked our collars and gave us back our bras. Then they left, leaving
us to dress ourselves. We put our bras back on, to keep our breasts from
bouncing in front of TabbyÕs parents and EvelineÕs. Then we retrieved our
panties, mine from the bathroom, TabbyÕs from the floor of the bedroom and
EvelineÕs from the party room, where someone had helpfully hung them up on
a lamp. We took them to the bathroom and, standing around with the other
girls, we washed our panties out in the sink.
Our panties were too wet to wear right away. We rode home in EvelineÕs
convertible, holding our panties up to let them dry in the warm summer air.
No one could see out in the middle of Kansas. When our panties had dried
we scooted back into them. By the time we arrived back home at TabbyÕs we
were a picture of modesty. We let her out, then drove back to the farm where
EvelineÕs parents lived.
We apologized for being late.
ÒIt was so much fun dancing!Ó Eveline gushed. ÒWe couldnÕt leave
Ôtil the club closed. Then we went and had breakfast.Ó
ÒWell, just be sure you feed the horses,Ó her father replied. ÒI
donÕt want to have to do it myself.Ó
We did, but snuck food along to snack on, for we were both famished.
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