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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
CAPTIVE COCK
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Chapter Three
It was a little while later that two girls with towels curiously
wrapped round their heads and rather mussed clothes showed up at the
doorstep of the town�s only S&M club. Greg and Miss Dumpkins entered
with them, Greg sporting a distinct bulge in his pants and incongruously
wearing his football uniform. Miss Dumpkins was dressed as a clinical
nurse.
�Whoa, all the costumes in the world aren�t getting these two past
me,� a middle-aged women said, coming out from behind the glassed-in
booth where people paid her their fees to rent rooms by the hour.
�Hi, Beth,� Miss Dumpkins said. She paused, swallowed. �Um, I know
they�re young, but we�re not trying to fool you about them. We�re rather in
a hurry. Could you let us have a room?�
The two girls wiggled visibly under the middle-aged woman�s stare.
Gwen, suddenly losing her reserve, stuck her finger under her dress and
played with her slit.
�My, I see, you�ve already started,� the middle-aged woman said.
Tabitha looked at Gwen, bit her lip and, copying her friend, stuck her hand
under her dress and let out a small sigh of relief as her finger found her
cunt.
The middle-aged woman looked from the girls to the Greg. She eyed
his boner with obvious pleasure. Finally she looked at Miss Dumpkins.
�Alright, Sylvia, but just this once,� the middle-aged woman said.
�Oh, thank you,� Sylvia said. She opened her purse.
�Never mind, just get these two little ones out of my lobby,� the
proprietess said. Greg nodded. He put a hand to the back of each girl�s
head and guided them forward. The proprietess stepped back, opened a
door. She let them into a long hallway.
�I�ll give you the key... ah...� she walked back into her glassed-in
booth, then turned to look at the girls through the open door. �Are they
virgins?�
Greg nodded.
�Room 42, then,� the proprietess said. �It won�t give you the answer
to �life, the universe, and everything,� but it�s far enough back that people
won�t hear them screaming when you pop them.�
Gwen and Tabitha glanced anxiously at each other. But they kept on
rubbing their slits under their shortened skirts.
The foursome entered within the darkness of a room. Miss Dumpkins
felt for a light switch, found it. She flipped it on. A roomful of bizarre
instruments of torture lit up before their eyes. Gwen and Tabitha gasped.
Greg stifled a gasp of his own. He�d mostly spent his life laying chicks.
This gave that art a whole new dimension.
�Yes, it�s a room for torture, but *sexual* torture,� Miss Dumpkins
said.
�That�s a relief,� Greg replied.
�Ooooh, waht�s that?� Gwen asked in a low voice.
�I don�t have time to explain everything to you girls,� Miss Dumpkins
answered. �Or, rather, you two don�t have the time to listen. You can�t
stay wet forever and it�s going to be a difficult enough ride for you as it
is. Get out of your things. You too, Greg. And then get on that.� She
pointed.
Greg looked. He saw a flat table, made of wood, but with its top
covered with padded leather.
�Be glad it has a pad on it,� Miss Dumpkins said. �Room 41 is bare
wood. I get splinters in my ass when my boyfriend makes me lie on it.�
�It-- It�s a rack,� Greg stammered. He cold see a windlass at each
end.
�Yes, darling, it�s just like the GYN table in many respects, except
Doctor Johns won�t be arriving here with the police, as he might back in
the room we left.�
�You really think he�d do that?� Greg asked.
�Why do you think I took care to wipe your sperm off the table and
floor?� she replied. �Get on the table. I�ll buckle you in. Spread your legs.
I want you as deliciously tortured as the girls are going to be, having to
ride that giant thing between your legs they think is a cock.�
�It isn�t?!� Gwen asked, wide eyed, lowering her panties.
�Just kidding, dear. I think God switched organs with a mule when
making him, just for his amusement.�
They undressed. It was quiet in the room. Somewhere water could
be heard dripping and Greg wondered what it was, if it would drive him out
of his mind once he was tied down to the rack. He kicked off everything,
stripping down to his bare feet. It thrilled him, in a creepy sort of way, to
be completely naked in such a deadly-looking place. The girls kept their
shoes on, and their stockings, but everything else came off. At last they
were all nude together and for a moment they just stared, mesmerized by
the sight of each others� nude bodies in such a wicked place and the
thought of what, with just a little consent, they could inflict on each
other.
Gwen and Tabitha glanced around them.
�This is a scary place,� Gwen admitted. Freely she began rubbing her
slit again. Tabitha, her thighs shivering, somehow found the reserve not
to play with herself. Perhaps she was too scared to. Both of them had
eyes like saucers.
�Mmmm, but what a special place to torture a guy like Greg,� she
smiled. Greg shook his head. He was right. She�d be another Miss
Dumpkins someday, loving the lash and everything else that such play
involved. Greg scanned Miss Dumpkins� body for scars but found none. He
guessed she was lucky.
�Greg, dear, get up on the table, I want to tie you down,� Miss
Dumpkins said to the man. He felt rather stupid obeying, but he did
anyway. His cock was too hard for him to resist. He hoisted his ass onto
the table and felt the leather underneath it. Cool, a little too much so to
sit on, until his flesh warmed it. Then he lay back. He stretched out his
arms and legs. He could see, down below the horizon of his hairy chest,
his dick sticking up like a tower.
Sylvia (it was no use calling her by her proper name anymore, he
reasoned, it was too formal for the intimacy they�d share now) came up to
him and kissed him.
�Hi-- Sylvia,� he said to her.
�Hi Greggie,� she answered. She gave him a polite kiss. He felt the
weight of her breasts in the air, then the brush of them against his cheek
as she straightened up. He lifted his head to catch at one of her nipples
but she drew back, denied him. �Girls, get some vaseline and KY out of
that cabinet over there,� she said, turning to the twin virgins. �You�re
going to have to lube Greg up good to ride on his prong.�
�Okay,� twin voices piped up. Greg closed his eyes. He tried to
relax. He tried not to worry about the fact that he was in a dungeon and to
concentrate instead on the work ahead. It was, he agreed, best for the
girls that they should get to control him as they rode the male prong for
the first time in their lives. They were young, virgin. He would never
allowed them to take such liberties with him when he was their age. But
now, a well-seasoned soldier on the battlefield of sex, he had no need to
dominate. He could just lie back and concentrate on retaining his seed
while their little hands lubed him, and on holding back for as long as
possible while each of them broke her hymen over his rod and rode it to
glory.
Greg heard the crack of a whip.
�OWWWW!� Gwen cried. He turned his head.
�Girls, don�t play with the cat o� nine tails! Get the lube! We�ve got
work to do,� Sylvia said.
�She whacked my bottom!� Gwen whined.
�I didn�t do it hard, silly,� Tabitha said.
Gwen stood clutching her bottom. The towel was off her head and
her hair was a damp mass of gold tumbling down past her face and halfway
down her back.
�You don�t *have* to hit somebody hard to make it hurt with that
thing,� Gwen said, a tear in her eye.
�I�m sorry,� Tabitha said contritely. She gave the cat to Gwen. She
turned and presented her bare ass to the girl. �Here, you can hit me back
with it.�
�Girls,� Sylvia called out. Greedily Gwen accepted the cat and eyed
her friend�s bottom.
WHACK! She slashed the cat across Tabby�s rear.
�YEEEEEOOOOOOCH!� Tabby hollared. She leapt into the air like a
caught fish on an angler�s line. She clapped her hands to her bottom and
danced from foot to foot, making her large bosoms bounce lewdly on her
chest.
�That�s what you get for doing it to me,� Gwen said happily,
watching her friend.
�Girls, I�m going to give you both a taste of the cat if you don�t get
some lube and get over here,� Sylvia warned.
�Gosh that does hurt,� Tabby admitted when she�d finally settled
down enough to speak. Tears were in her eyes. Greg guessed she might
have any extra welt or two on her bottom in the morning. Small ones,
from where the cat�s nine tails bit into her tender ass.
Syliva, binding Greg�s wrists, went to his feet next. �You have
smelly feet,� she told him.
�All men have smelly feet,� Gwen announced, trotting over with a
whole handful of lubes, oils, and ointments. She dumped her armful onto
Greg�s chest. �Do I have enough?� she asked Sylvia.
�Yes, dear, you could lubricate Napoleon�s Army,� Sylvia answered
with a grin. �Are you still wet?� The girl reached down, felt her cunny
with her finger, nodded. She rubbed her clit a little.
�Yep,� she answered.
�Very good,� Sylvia said, busily restraining Greg�s feet. She used
leather straps. They cut into Greg�s skin a little, but he didn�t mind. He
was too preoccupied with his dick.
It was ravenous. He�d shot off once but the Solumedrol was still
having its effect. And he needed to pee again, though he�d done so at the
medical building before leaving it. They�d all peed, in a small toilet, each
modestly taking a turn. It had been rather strange, seeing them go in and
out, alone, the others waiting, the two girls furtively frigging themselves
all the while under their skirts. Gwen had warned them not to orgasm.
They�d need all the juice they had for their horsey ride.
When Greg was tied Sylvia turned the crank that held his feet.
�Hey!� Greg protested.
�Darling, we must make it a little painful,� Sylvia laughed. �Don�t
be such a baby.�
�Damn! I�m-- hey, that�s far enough!� Greg called out.
�Oh, alright,� Sylvia said. She gave him a bit of slack back but he
was still stretched out quite tautly. His hairy chest rose and fell,
nervously. His dick stuck up like a big red spear. It pulsed with his blood.
He hoped little Tabitha didn�t get anymore ideas about playing with knives.
�Mmmm, he�s SO big,� Tabitha said, gliding up to the rack, still
holding her wounded hindquarters in her palms.
�I go first,� Gwen said. She kneed her way up onto the table. She
turned, showing her bottom to Greg�s face, and picked up a bottle of KY.
She squirted its contents liberally over Greg�s dick. He sighed at the
sudden coolness of the fluid against the hot skin of his cock. Diligently
Gwen, straddling his stomach, began to lubricate the entire length of his
shaft. She could easily get both her hands around his thing, leaving room
to spare. Yes, he was a monster, he had to admit. He hoped he didn�t
injure the girl when she attempted to mount him.
�Let me help,� Tabitha said. Gwen seemed not to wish to share
Greg�s dick with her but Sylvia told her she must. Together the two
virgins coated Greg�s penis with everything Gwen had brought to the table.
�We�re gonna need it,� Gwen said to Tabitha. Tabitha nodded.
At last the two girls were satisfied that they�d done all they could
to smoothe their ride. At Sylvia�s urging (for they might have done more,
perhaps to unconsciously delay the moment as long as they could), Gwen
turned around. Still straddling Greg�s stomach, she began to crawl
backward.
Greg felt his cockhead bump the girl�s bottom.
�Up, darling, don�t kneel so low. Straighten your legs. Don�t crouch,�
Sylvia urged. Gwen obeyed and got herself up over Greg�s thrusting prong.
�Now settle onto it,� Sylvia said. Gwen nodded, paused a moment, then
spread her small cuntlips with her fingers. Using her other hand, she
grappled with Greg�s cock. It was almost too big for her little fist to get
hold of. But she managed it and, guiding her childish twat over his big
pulsing manhood, she sat onto his prong.
�Oooooh! I can feel him!� Gwen declared. Greg felt his pee slit
touch, then slip within, the folds of her cunt.
Sylvia put her hands upon Gwen�s shoulders. �Bear down, girl. He�s
got to go up you. You�re not to ride on his peehole.�
�Ooohh, no, I can�t!� Gwen pleaded, but Sylvia gave her a quick shove
and suddenly Greg felt himself slide into the girl�s vagina.
�OOOCH!� Gwen cried. She looked down at herself. �Oooh, I�m stuck
on him,� she said. And indeed she was. She was perched atop Greg�s dick
alright, but appeared to be unable to get him up her. Gwen lifted her
hands. She wobbled atop his prong, which waved like a stalk of wheat in
the breezes of summer.
�Look ma, no hands!� Tabitha teased.
�I-- can�t get him out of me but I can�t get him anymore in, either,�
Gwen confessed.
�Bear down, dear. He�s got to pop you,� Sylvia said. Helpfully she
put her hands onto the girl�s shoulders again. She shoved, harder this
time.
�OUUUCCH!� Gwen cried. Suddenly Greg felt a wetness splatter his
cock, his loins. Blood. Gwen�s blood. The blood of her hymen. The girl
began to cry.
�Down, bitch! Bear down!� Sylvia said. She shoved the girl harder
onto Greg�s prong.
�OooooooEEEEEE!� Gwen howled. Like a girl sliding down a firehouse
pole, she slid down upon Greg�s very-well greased pole. Greg felt her
tightness enveloping him and he felt an enormous need to discharge. But,
gritting his teeth, he did his best to hold back. He wanted to give her a
decent ride, and there was still Tabby to go after Gwen.
�Unnnh, unnnh, unnnh,� Gwen began to babble. She struggled to rise
up but Sylvia would only let her up a little, letting Greg slide out of her
just a few inches, then she�d ruthlessly ram the girl further down, pushing
his shaft even deeper into her.
�Our Mission: To Go Where No Man Has Gone Before,� Greg repeated
wryly to himself, while gritting his teeth against his impending need to
spend. She was so tight! It was delicious, but, he felt like all the blood
was being pushed out of his cock. God, what he woudn�t do in this moment
for a nice loose Woman who could just let him sluice in her and enjoy it
and spend. He�d plumbed the depths of many a virgin. He really didn�t need
this any more. This was Work, plain and simple. He felt like a horse being
taken out for one more lap around a track he�d long since tired of. But he
did his best to hold back. The poor girl had earned it. Somebody had to pop
her and it may as well, he guessed, be him. But he was no longer doing her
for the sake of boasting, for the sake of beating a rival. Suddenly, as he
felt her tight tube slide down upon him, he felt he would have paid a rival
to take her from him, provided he did well by her. No, he was just doing
her, well, because he somehow cared about how it all turned out for her.
But, damn, she was awfully tight.
�Ooooo, I don�t like this! I�m going to tell my daddy you forced
meeee!� Gwen cried. Big tears rolled down her childish cheeks.
�Shush, dear, you can tell your daddy whatever you like when it�s
over, but right now I want you to ride him! Up and down, up and down, let
Greg�s thing split you wide open!�
�Eek! No! Oook! Stop! I�m POPPING!� Gwen yelled.
�You�re already popped, dear, now you�ve got to learn to get him all
the way up inside you and ride up and down on him,� Sylvia said. Greg felt
the girl�s wet tightness descend lower and lower. �There, there,� Sylvia
said. �You�re taking him! Very good! See, you�re a big girl now!�
�You�re popped,� Tabitha said from beside the table. She stood
frigging her wet slit with her finger. It looked quite small next to the big
thing Gwen had just had driven up in her.
�Now, let�s get going,� Sylvia said. Gwen was settled now
completely upon Greg�s penis. Sylvia slapped the girl�s bottom. �Up and
down! Move it, honey! I want to see you ride him!�
�Ohhhhhhhhh,� Gwen uttered as Sylvia lifted the girl up by holding
her under her arms. Gwen�s eyes were closed and her lashes fluttered.
She reached for her button but wasn�t quite able to reach it, for it was
pressed against Greg�s penis now.
�No, you�re not to be frigging yourself anymore, dear. You�re
FUCKING now,� Sylvia said. She let go of the girl. Gwen�s eyes popped
open and with a prolonged gasp she slid all the way down onto Greg�s cock
again.
�Do him! Ride him! Make him spill!� Tabitha cried from beside the
table, frigging herself furiously. Sylvia, hoping Gwen would ride on her
own now, stepped quickly over to Tabby and grabbed at her wrists.
�Ohhh, don�t!� Tabitha cried. But Gwen caught the girl�s hands and
lifted them up, held them captive.
�You�ll need all the juice you�ve got in your little slit for riding his
Thing now,� Sylvia said. �Don�t orgasm standing here on the floor.�
�Ohhh, I don�t want to ride his thing, it�s too awful-looking,� Tabitha
said quietly.
Gwen, meanwhile, was beginning to learn what to do. Boldly she
began to bounce up and down on Greg�s cock. He found himself tightly
encased in her little sheath and prayed that he could hold out. �One more,
one more,� he kept telling himself, reminding himself that he had to do
Tabby too.
�Mmmm, this feels good!� Gwen suddenly blurted. Her eyes popped
open and she clutched at her breasts with her hands.
�There, you�re getting the hang of it,� Sylvia smiled. �Your little
clit will get all the attention it needs now, rubbing against Greg�s penis.�
�Ohhh, yes! Yes! I�m still being frigged even though I�m not frigging
myself,� Gwen admitted, in astonishment.
�It�s called fucking, dear,� Sylvia said. Playfully she bumped her
pubis against Tabitha from behind. The dark-haired girl seemed not to
mind and stuck her bottom forcefully backward, bumping Sylvia�s puss.
Sylvia cast her hips forward again and the two began to playfully imitate
fucking, though neither had anything to do the other with, possessing only
their little pussies.
Gwen rode upon Greg�s tool. Greg gritted his teeth and fought his
need to spend. �Oh! Oh! Oh! I think I�m cumming!� Gwen announced.
�Greg, give her a little,� Sylvia said. She caressed Greg�s thigh.
When she saw little Gwen was on the brink but Greg had still managed not
to spill, she eased a hand between his legs and, getting it underneath
Gwen�s rising and falling bottom, she caught up one of Greg�s testicle nuts
in her hands. She squeezed him.
�Oh!� Greg hollared. And quite suddenly, just as little Gwen began to
juice him, he shot up inside her.
�EEEEEk! He�s peeing in me!� Gwen cried.
�It�s his cum, dear,� Sylvia answered. �Take it, take it all, milk him
with your little twat.�
�Yes!� Tabitha agreed. She could rub herself again, with one of
Sylvia�s hands preoccupied, and she did so furiously.
Sylvia pumped Greg�s balls with her hand. Greg arched his hips,
impaling Gwen even more deeply. Gwen rose and fell on him, her breasts
bouncing, playing with her nipples and shouting as she joined with him in
devirginating herself. Tabitha, watching, rubbed herself like a girl gone
mad and suddenly howled as she spent on her finger.
�Mmmm, that was luscious,� Slyvia said afterward. They sat in a
small sitting room reserved just for guests. The proprietess, uneasy at
first, had at last relented to let them partake of it. It was a way-station
for those who played, but might wish to play more, or join with others. It
overlooked a small duck pond where, in a clutter of leaves, ducks circled,
quacking happily.
They were still nude. Greg�s erection was limp, but not dead, and
promised to enlarge again. Tabby sat alone in a big leather chair, her legs
spread, showing her still-virgin slit. Gwen, devirginated now, sat in a big
leather chair of her own, but had her thighs pressed together. Sylvia
sipped a cocktail, admired Greg�s penis from across a throw rug which
separated their chairs.
The proprietess hovered nearby. There were certain guests she felt
wouldn�t mind seeing Tabby and Gwen in the sitting room. Those she
would permit to enter. Others would be told the room was closed for
repairs. A maid, barely 18, served drinks from a tray. She was topless.
Greg watched with admiration as her young breasts bounced nakedly on her
chest. She eyed his penis.
�Why don�t you have a bra on?� Gwen asked the girl, perhaps envious,
though she was as well endowed herself, though only 12.
�Why aren�t you wearing panties?� the maid shot back.
Gwen stuck her thumb into her mouth, defensively. �I don�t know,�
she answered.
A couple answered. A nude man and woman. The proprietess had let
them by. The were fresh from fucking, Greg could tell. He could smell the
lust of their adventure together on their bodies.
�Mmmm, hi,� the woman said. She sat down on the couch Greg was
sitting on. Openly she reached over and stroked his penis. Sylvia, sitting
on a loveseat across from Greg, was joined by the man. He refrained from
touching her but he eyed her with obvious passion.
�I�m taken,� Sylvia said to the man. She smiled at the woman
sitting across from her, so as not to offend her. But she didn�t want to
mate with her boyfriend, her husband, whoever she was. Yet she did cast
an appreciative eye over his body, looking just from the corner of her eye,
so as not to display too much interest.
�I have a whole box of condoms with your name on them,� the man
said to Slyvia.
�I�m sure you do,� Sylvia answered.
�She�s a virgin,� Gwen said. She pointed to Tabitha. The 13-year-
old clapped her hands to her face.
�Am not!� Tabitha cried.
Gwen, still sucking her thumb, pulled it from her mouth and said,
�Are too!� Then she looked at the man who�d just joined them. �I just
lost mine,� she confessed.
�Mmmm, I have several boxes of condoms with all your names on
them,� the man said.
�We�re-- we�re together,� Greg said. �We�re not looking for company
today.� But the woman kept stroking his shaft and he did nothing to stop
her. And Sylvia added, �Some other time, perhaps. But you�re welcome to
share drinks with us.�
Outside the sun was setting over the trees. The ducks quarreled over
a leaf which fell into the pond, perhaps thinking it edible. The woman,
whose name they didn�t know, sipped a drink the maid served her and
continued stroking Greg�s penis. He didn�t mind. He suspected the others
didn�t either for, once he was hard, it would be back to the dungeon, to
devirginate Tabby. The lone virgin, watching with interest as Greg�s cock
began to enlarge, quietly began rubbing her slit.
�It would be delightful, don�t you think, to all do it together?� the
woman asked.
�I don�t know,� Greg answered. He looked at Sylvia.
�Are you clean?� Sylvia asked.
�Of course, otherwise I would not propose it,� the woman replied.
�We could go to our place,� the man proposed. �Bathe there,
everything. Wash our clothes. Then party.�
�Well, a fresh start would be nice,� Sylvia confessed with a blush.
�What do you think, Greg?�
�I don�t mind,� Greg replied. He looked at the girls. �When do you
two have to be home?�
�No special time,� Tabitha said.
�Me neither,� Gwen said. Greg was sure they were both lying but he
was also sure they�d become adept at making up excuses for their parents.
They looked like girls who knew how to do that.
�Alright,� Greg said. They rose.
�I�m Ann,� the woman said to him.
�I�m Greg,� Greg replied. She shook his cock with her hands.
�I�m Ed,� the new man said.
�Ed,� pleased to meet you, Sylvia replied. And she took hold of his
penis, which had grown considerably since they�d entered the room, and
shook it.
They dressed and went to the couple�s home. The proprietess seemed
glad to see them go. The two girls rode with Greg, in his new Toyota RX-7.
Sylvia followed them in her Mustang. Ed and Ann led the way, in Ed�s
Suburban.
The couple lived in a pleasant home on the edge of town. It looked
new. The house was surrounded by trees and they were changing color as
the fall set in. The couple parked their Suburban in their driveway and
Greg and Sylvia parked on the street running in front of the couple�s home.
Inside, they undressed and shared a shower. The couple had a gang-
type shower, apparently built with just such liasons in mind. Both men
were hard again and everyone washed each other, but, except for an
attentive washing of the loins, there was no sex in the shower. They
emerged refreshed and toweled each other off. The women did up their
hair and applied new makeup while the men retreated together to the
living room and settled bare-assed into cloth covered chairs for a smoke.
Presently the females emerged from the bathroom. Both men were
pleasantly hard again. There was an air of tension but, except perhaps for
Tabby, who was still a virgin, it was a tension mixed with quiet pleasure.
Ann asked Gwen to help her mix and serve drinks. Tabby settled onto
Greg�s lap. She wedged herself over his penis so that it ran under her
pussy and along the lower crack of her butt. She sat facing Ed. Greg ran
his fingers through her brown hair. First on her head, and then between
her legs.
Tabby wriggled. Sylvia had settled beside Ed and she passed her
hand along the length of his impressive shaft.
�You look full,� she said, gazing down at the weighty balls he
possessed under his dick. They were squashed into the seat of the chair
and pressed in on both sides by his thighs.
�I am,� Ed said. He put his arm around Sylvia�s shoulders. She let
her head rest on his shoulder and sighed.
�Mmmmm, I think it�s going to be a wonderfully long night,� Slyvia
said.
�Drinks, anyone?� Ann asked, emerging from the kitchen. �Ohhh, a
bird in the hand is worth two bushes, I see,� Ann laughed, seeing her
husband�s penis running through Sylvia�s fist. Ann�s pubis was red, like
her hair, and Gwen�s was white-blonde. They both stood with their hips
arched out slightly, as if expecting something perhaps, holding drink trays.
�I�ll have a daquiri,� Sylvia said. Ann had the drink on her tray and
gave it to her.
�You choose well,� Ann said to her. �You chose what I fixed.�
�I could hear you discussing what to make with Gwen in the
kitchen,� Sylvia laughed.
�I guess we should have asked but... we wanted to make them quick
lest we be left out,� Ann laughed.
�I fixed you lemonade,� Gwen said to Tabitha.
�What?� Tabitha asked.
�She�s kidding, dear, we fixed daquiris for everyone,� Ann said.
�Even for you.�
�And me too,� Gwen said.
Presently, when the drinks had been consumed, and everyone was
feeling agreeable, the two girls with a light buzz in their heads, Ann
suggested that they all head back to the bedroom. Heads nodded. The men
rose, their organs stiff. The females got up, smiling, admiring the men�s
erections with their eyes. Then the women passed their hands over the
men�s tools, took hold of them and, with Ann leading Gwen by the hand and
Sylvia leading Tabitha, each of the women holding one of the men by his
prick, they went down the hall to the bedroom.
The bedcovers were already turned back. A lamp was lit, casting a
dim glow, there was a pile of condoms by the bedside and bottles of
ointment and jelly.
�You girls are on the Pill?� Ann asked.
�Of course, we started last week,� Gwen replied.
A moment�s hesitation. Then, Ed taking Gwen�s arm, he tumbled into
bed with the blonde. He kissed her. She resisted a little, then relented.
�Get in the bed, dear. It�s time,� Sylvia said to Tabby.
�Oh, I�m not sure I want to!� Tabitha answered. Gwen gave a small
cry as Ed, turning her onto her belly, told her he wanted her bottom.
�Go easy on her, she�s a virgin back there,� Greg said. He felt no
jealousy. He�d had her twat, and he wanted to fuck Ann. She was lovely, a
redhead. She had large pert bosoms and and beautiful round ass. But first
he would have to break in Tabitha.
�Get in,� he urged Tabitha. He pushed at her small back. Skittishly
she approached the bed, watching as Ed manfully lubed up his dick. Gwen
lay underneath the man, her eyes large, the hind cheeks of her bottom
huddled together like twin overturned bowls of vanilla jello.
Tabitha took to the bed on all fours. Greg gazed at the purse of her
fig, watched as she crawled up to the bed�s headboard, perhaps hoping to
find refuge there. He got in behind her. His dick waggled beneath him, a
great pole of flesh. His balls were full. He kneed his way into the sheets
and reached out his great football hero hands and took hold of Tabitha�s
breasts. She shivered. He lay down, letting his big penis lie trapped
underneath him, sweetly trapped, between the heaviness of his thighs and
the soft sheet of the bed. His balls bulged between his legs. He suckled on
Tabitha�s breasts. The girls sighed. She let her legs fall open.
�Greg, roll on your side,� Sylvia urged. �I have to lube you.� Greg
complied, still feasting on Tabitha�s virgin tits. To his delight he felt
four female hands come into contact with his groin. Sylvia�s, and Ann�s.
As Tabitha flinched under his kisses the two women stroked him and
applied KY to his organ with knowing finesse. Greg lifted his head. He felt
a thrill pass through his loins at the redheaded Ann. She would be a choice
fuck. He watched her mature bosoms moving with a gentle, heavy swing on
her chest. Then he turned his face back to Tabby. He took her right nipple
into his mouth and, applying his teeth, he gave it a gentle hickey.
�Oh!� Tabby cried out. It was her first hickey, Greg guessed, at least
in a tender spot like that. She looked down at her bosom and he moved his
mouth to her other tit. She tried to draw back, he held her. He gave her a
small hickey on the areola of her other breast.
�Oh, I am ruined now,� Tabby said. But when Greg moved his mouth
to her neck she didn�t resist. He gave her a hickey there, too, then placed
his mouth full on hers and drove in his tongue.
A minute later and all was in readiness. Greg lay atop Tabby,
mounting her. Beside Tabby, on her belly, lay Gwen. Ed lifted up Gwen�s
bottom and positioned his cockhead over her asshole. Greg, meanwhile,
knelt between Tabby�s legs and felt her bosoms rising and falling beneath
him as she waited on her back for him to enter. The two women held
Tabby�s ankles apart, lest she should resist.
And then the girls were entered. They both gave up yelps, screamy
cries. For both it was a difficult journey. But as the hour passed they
lost their respective virginities, Tabby spilling blood on the sheet, Gwen
not, for Ed went into her back hole with great care.
In the cool of the morning the six of them went for a hike in the
autumn woods. There was a small forest behind the couple�s house,
perfect for such an aventure, and unlikely to be met with by neighbors so
early in the morning. Gwen wore her saddle shoes, and socks loaned to her
by Ann. The men wore their shoes, Ann wore sneakers. Sylvia and Tabby,
not wishing to wear their heels, wore three pairs of socks each, loaned to
them by Ann. The two women each carrie backpacks on their backs with
makeshift clothes, should they be needed.
�Mmmm, smell that crisp autumn air,� Ann said, walking beside
Greg. He smiled. She�d proven as good a fuck as he�d hoped and now she
was right next to him, her large breasts bobbing nakedly, and in time with
the joggling of his nude penis. He was erect, they�d desisted making love
on awakening, preferring a nude breakfast together by the fireplace and
then a walk bare-assed in the woods instead. Ahead of him, Ed walked
hand-in-hand with both Gwen and Tabby. Tabby�s bottom was still virgin,
otherwise all of them in the troupe were now fully experienced, except
that the twin girls hadn�t learned to give head yet. Greg guessed Ed might
teach the girls that skill too and take Tabby�s bottomhole, but he still felt
no jealousy. He had no particular interest in little girls and Ann was a
delightful fuck, not one worth trading, in his mind, for the hard work of
opening up Tabby�s ass.
Sylvia trailed behind, not forgotten, but enjoying, Greg guessed, the
sight of both men�s bare, hairy buns as they walked ahead of her. She had
cut a branch from a birch tree, a slender one, and was whisking it lightly
in the leaves. She carried the knife she�d cut the branch with in her other
hand, blade out.
Beyond the woods was a farm.
�Oh, it looks so lovely!� Gwen cried. She squeezed Ed�s hand.
�I don�t know if anyone lives there,� Ed said. Goats eat the grass in
the meadow, but they may be wild, for all I know. I�ve never seen the
owner.
�Let�s run across the meadow!� Gwen gushed.
�Oh, I don�t think...� Ed said.
�Come on, honey. We�ve never seen anyone living there,� Ann said.
She took off her backpack, carrying half their clothes, and cast it onto the
ground, into the leaves. She stretched. �It feels good to have that bulky
old thing off me. It�s just like you men, to make us women do all the
work!�
�Yes!� Sylvia agreed. She pulled her backpack off her shoulders. She
dropped it into the grass. Then she knelt and carefully put her knife away
inside it. She stood up, picked up her birch stick. �Let�s run naked across
the meadow. Will the goats stab at us with their horns?�
�No,� Ann said, stroking her fingers over Greg�s balls. �At least I
hope not. Prince Charles met a goat that didn�t like him once, but these
look fairly old and harmless.�
�Well, alright, then,� Ed relented, which was best, since Gwen was
already venturing out into the meadow. �Hardly anyone lives around us, let
alone back here in these fields.� He watched Gwen�s retreating 12-year-
old bottom and suddenly darted forward to catch her. She saw him, ran
ahead, he chased her.
A few minutes later the men stood panting. The two of them had
begun to feel their morning coffee in their bladders and they stood merrily
pissing against the side of a tree. The females, snooping around an old
dilapidated barn next to the tree, looked for someplace where they might
go themselves.
�Oh well, I guess we can just kneel down and piss in the grass,� Ann
said finally. She laughed. She knelt in the shade of the tree. It was
getting hot.
A gunshot rang out. Ann looked up with a start. A pair of birds
nesting in the tree above went clattering off through the branches and into
the sky. From around the back of the barn came an old farmer, dressed in
classic overalls and buttoned-up bib. He had a straw hat on his head and,
his hand, he carried a rifle. The blast had been at close range. Gwen
swore she heard a bullet zing past her bottom. All six of them stood naked
and still as he approached, the men even cutting off the flow of their urine
in respect for his sudden presence.
�What d�ye mean to be doin�, peein� on this here land?� the farmer
asked.
�We... uh... we needed to go,� Ed said.
�Not agin� a nice tree like that!� the farmer said. �That there�s part
of nature, and you�re defilin� it!�
�With all due respect, sir, his pee is part of nature too,� Greg said to
the farmer. Tabby stifled a giggle. Gwen tried to, and failed.
�You�re all just a bunch of smart asses, and ass HOLES too, I kin see
that,� the farmer said angrily. �Git!�
�Yes, sure,� Ann said.
�Not thataway,� the farmer said. �Into the house!�
�The house?� Sylvia asked.
�Yep, that�s where people belong�s that�s undressed. Not walkin�
around outdoors.�
With the greatest reluctance, persuaded only by the old farmer�s
rifle, the six headed for a farmhouse about a half mile from the barn. It
was a long, slow walk, with the farmer urging them to hurry and they
hoping to find some way to escape him. But, the house finally looming,
they were forced to enter. The front door was open. They walked right in.
�What?!� a female voice cried inside.
�God Damn! What�re you people doin� inside o� my house?!� an old
man�s voice declared.
The farmer came tramping in through the door of the farmhouse
behind the six he was holding prisoner. Indoors, Ed and Greg found
themselves face to face with an elderly man and woman. The girls huddled
close round them.
�We come in peace,� Greg offered, addressing the elderly man. �But
he doesn�t,� Greg said, cocking his thumb at the farmer behind them.
�I kin see in what frame of mind you cummin� into my home, son,�
the old man said, looking square at Greg�s cock, perhaps with a sense of
envy. His own had no doubt ceased to be useful in the way that Greg�s was
a long time ago.
�My, my, ain�t that a sight,� the elderly woman said, gazing at men�s
stiff cocks.
�Ebenezer, Eb!� the farmer called, stomping in his boots around from
behind the captured six. He addressed the old man. �These here nudists
was a peein� on your land, Eb!� the farmer declared.
�My, my,� the elderly woman said.
�Well, ain�t that so,� Eb replied. �And I don�t doubt they had more on
their mind than just peein,�� he added, still looking square at the two
men�s erections.
�I think--� the farmer with the rifle began. �I think, if they�re
gonna be doin� it, they should at least have the courtesy of askin�
permission,� the farmer said.
�Hell, yes!� Eb agreed. �In fact, if�n they�re gonna be doin� it, they
can do it right here, where�s we can watch!� He gave the farmer with the
rifle a toothless grin. �Train yore rifle right on their butts, Eb!�
�I already got it trained real good,� Eb said. �Almost winged the
little one there right in the ass!�
�I told you,� Gwen hissed to Tabitha.
�Look,� Ed said. �Can we go now? It is rather embarrassing to be
caught out in the nude, but we apologize, okay? Give us a bucket if you
like and we�ll throw some water on your tree.�
�You ain�t goin� nowheres until you city-slicker nudist types give us
poor country folk some of your high-minded entertainment,� Eb replied.
�Us folks cain�t afford to run aroun� naked and he cain�t afford no Gol�dang
Innernet connection either. We wants some lascivious sex, right here,
right now, right in the living room, yes! The kine ole Sennator Exon is
always decrying, God rest his soul.�
�Look, these two girls are just 12 and 13,� Greg said, pointing to
Tabby and Gwen.
�Thas� what he�s always decryin�,� Eb replied. �Chillun and sex!
Well, now we�s gonna git some ourselles, God rest our souls, afore we
pass away into the Lord�s care an� his heavenly paradise wherein they ain�t
got no damn sexx!� The elderly man drew out the word �sex,� as if savoring
a long lost affection. �An throw them damn two wimmen into the mixture
too,� the elderly man added. �For, you know, normal type purposes, so we
don�t all turn into Gol�dang perverts!�
�Well, you heard him,� the farmer with the rifle said. He jabbed his
gun.
�OW!� Gwen cried. He�d poked her in her bottom and the barrel of his
gun was still warm from the shot he�d fired.
�Ain�t ye got a nice one,� the farmer grinned at her. �Almost winged
it, I did!�
�Well don�t poke me with it too!� Gwen said. Her eyes were wide but
she was, at the same time, a little entranced, Greg thought, at standing
here naked in these old folks� house.
�My, my,� the farmer�s wife declared. Greg could see she would be
no use at all in convincing the men to release them.
�Are you a man of your word, then?� Ed asked the elderly man.
�What?� the elderly man said.
�I said, sir, are you a man of your word?� Ed asked again.
�Why, sure!� the old man answered. �What makes you think I
wouldn�t be a man of my word? All us country folks are! It�s you city
folks likes lyin� and stealin�.�
�Then let�s shake on a deal,� Ed said.
�Deal? Sure,� the elderly man replied. �But no shakin� on it. You�re
liable to git the best o� me and then there�ll be no perverted sex show.�
�With that little misses� ass that I almost winged gitten plenty o�
action,� the farmer with the rifle added.
�Here�s the deal, then, shaking or no,� Ed said. �If we fuck for you,�
he paused. He looked at the four females standing around him for approval.
They nodded. Quietly, docilely, or not at all. He glanced at Greg. �If we
fuck for you, you let us go, okay?�
�Sure, thas� what we�s sayin�,� the elderly man agreed. �You fuck,
and go too, so�s we kin see those cute little ladies peein��
�And go home, home free, off of your property and especially out of
your life!�
�Yeah, yeah, okay,� the elderly man agreed. The elderly woman
nodded.
�Do you have vaseline?� Sylvia asked the elderly woman.
�What?� she replied. �Oh... yes, I remember those days now, yes.�
She turned, as if to go fetch it.
�And perhaps a sheet to put over the floor, too,� Slyvia added.
�Yes, yes,� the old woman said, turning, slowly.
�And can we pee, too?� Gwen piped up. The two old farmers laughed.
Gwen scowled. �In privacy,� she added.
�Yes, yes,� the old woman said.
�No, that ye cain�t,�� the elderly man said. �Git them a chamberpot,
maw, let �em do a little public peein� too, jes� like the kine Sennator Exon
don�t like, God rest his soul.�
And so it was. The six visitors, under the farmer�s well-aimed gun,
put a sheet down onto the floor in the living room and gathered in the
center of it. They were allowed to pee in a chamber pot first, that the old
woman dragged to the side of the room. They dawdled, hoping for a chance
to escape, the two old farmers and the old woman watching, enjoying the
show of the girls squatting over the bowl, in turn, and then Greg and Ed
releasing the rest of their pee, what they hadn�t already peed against the
tree standing across the field by the barn. At last, all of them having
peed, there was no choice but for them to walk to the center of the room
and consider the actual act of fucking.
�I wish he�d put that gun down,� Ed whispered to Greg.
�Sir, could we get you to put the gun down?� Greg asked. The farmer
scowled.
�If�n to please the lady folk, I suppose I may,� the farmer answered.
�But if�n you men think you�ll get an advantage by it, don�t try. I�ll blow ye
fuckin� dicks off!�
�Yes, of course, thanks,� Greg said.
The elderly woman had passed Sylvia a big tub of vaseline and now,
with some effort, she managed to unscrew the cap. Her naked boobs
wiggled. The two male farmers hooted.
�Let�s make this quick,� Ed said as he Greg gathered around her. Ann
and Gwen and Tabitha reached into the tub of vaseline to help her grease
the men�s penises.
�Hey, we cain�t see!� the old farmer with the rifle said, lifting his
gun.
�Sorry,� Ed said. He made the group spread out a little, to give the
elderly couple and their depraved friend a view.
Greg shivered as the females applied lubricant to his penis. He was
painfully stiff. He felt excited by the idea of fucking like this, in public,
in front of the old people, with a gun on them lest they fail to keep the
lewd bargain they�d made with the old man named Eb.
Ed, with a nickname similar to the old man�s, but years younger,
seemed to share Greg�s strange enthusiasm. He grinned at Greg.
�Sorry to get you into this jam, friend, but if we survive this with
our balls still attached we�ll remember this for the rest of our lives,� Ed
said.
�Yeah,� Greg replied. He felt a tremble run through him as he
watched Gwen�s small hands, and Tabitha�s and Ann�s and Sylvia�s pass in
turn all over his huge member. The girls seemed as perversely excited
about their situation as he was. Their nipples stood up erect, their hips
weaved back and forth a little in anticipation.
The farmer with the gun cleared his throat.
�Now first,� he said. �First we want you to jack off,� the farmer
said.
�What?� Ed asked.
�Jack off,� the farmer said. �Go ahead, little ladies. Two of you
grab hold of those big dicks and jes� whack away at �em. Less�n you�d
rather seen �em blown away,�
�This is ridiculous,� Sylvia said to Ann.
�Let�s just do as they say,� Ann replied. She took hold of Greg�s
penis.
Reluctantly, Sylvia took hold of Ed�s.
�I�ll bet I can hold out longer than you,� Greg said to Ed.
�Thanks,� Ed replied.
Ann looked at Sylvia. �Let�s do it,� she said.
Slowly, deliberately, the two women began to frig the two men.
Back and forth, their gripping palms easily sliding up and down on the
men�s stiffly presented cocks.
�Mmmm,� Greg grimaced. He looked over at Ed. �Your wife has a
sexy touch,� he said.
�That�s why you�ll cum first,� Ed replied.
Gwen and Tabby, standing alongside the spectacle and watching,
placed their hands quietly over their privates. Not to frig themselves,
however, but to enjoy at least a moment�s modesty from the farmer�s
prying eyes.
�Git yore hands busy, lil� ones!� the farmer with the gun bellowed.
The girls both leapt, startled, then took their hands away from their
privates.
�What do you want us to do?� Gwen asked.
�Stick them vaselined fingers o� yourn in yonder buttholes,� the
farmer replied. �By that I mean the men, o� course.�
So the girls did. Greg and Ed, never having been bungholed before,
were forced to endure the girl�s small fingers poking into their behinds.
At the demand of the farmer, they both bent their knees slightly, to give
the girls better access. Tabby put her free hand under Greg�s balls and
squeezed them.
�Don�t!� Greg hissed. But the farmer liked the gesture and insisted
Gwen copy Tabby.
Ed grimaced. The buggering little Gwen was giving him and her
inexpert squeezing of his balls was blowing his mind. And Sylvia, perhaps
hoping to hurry the show, and more quickly earn their freedom, wasn�t
cutting him any slack. She used every trick she knew with her hands to
get him to cum. She even bent over and blew on him with her mouth.
Oblivious to the vaseline smeared all over his dick, she kissed and licked
it.
Greg was prey to Ann�s hands. She was equally savvy and seemed to
enjoy competing in her arsenal of female tricks with Sylvia. Together,
looking across at each other, the two grinned and set to work. Ann would
try something and Sylvia would copy her, each learning new procedures on
the spot from the other. Meanwhile, Tabby and Gwen, looking around from
behind the two men�s bodies, kept drilling their sticky little fingers into
their holes. They squeezed the men�s balls lustily.
With a roar Ed suddenly spurted out his sperm. It flew onto Sylvia�s
belly and she passed round in front of him to try a new trick with his
penis. She laughed. Ann, watching, laughed and yanked yard on Greg�s
penis to urge him to cum alongside her husband. And, relenting, knowing it
was silly to fight on, to fight on as a captive of some dumb farmer, he let
his sperm spew out and all over the floor.
Such should have been the end of it, for the six were grudgingly
released by the farmers. The one with the rifle insisted on accompanying
them back across the field. He bid goodbye to them at the edge of the
wood, still swearing at them, still calling them city folk. They had peed
and jacked off for him, nothing else had been needed. The farmer�s wife
had seemed satisifed at seeing the two men cum and declared that was
enough unGodliness in her house.
�An If�n I ever catch ye agin�, I�ll demand much more than that ole
hag did,� the farmer told Ed and Greg and girls.
�I�m sure you will,� Greg agreed.
�Ole hag shoulda kep� ye at it,� the farmer said.
Somehow, that old farmer�s last words, though they served as a
warning, served instead as an unconscious inspiration. For the six of
them, walking home through the woods that day, still nude, not bothering
with clothing, though they had regained their backpacks, decided to spend
more days like this, walking nude in forbidden places, risking the chance
of getting caught.
�It was delicious,� Ann admitted. �I�ve never felt so thrilled, and so
horrified at the same time.�
�I�m just glad I got out of there with my fanny intact,� Gwen said.
Despite their fears, they spent the next month travelling. They
forgot entirely their previous lives. The girls did not go home. They were
reported missing but they didn�t care. Ed and Ann didn�t even bother to do
anything more than lock up their house. They left the lights on, their
morning mail they even left lying in their mailbox. Greg and Sylvia
considered going back to their apartments, just briefly, but decided
against it. They were in a similar position to the girls. They had
�significant others� at home who might forbid them to leave again.
The six of them loaded up Ed and Ann�s Bronco. They parked they
headed South, walking and playing nude wherever they could.
As it inevitably must have, their money finally ran out. But ever
since that day when they�d shed their backpacks for a nude run across the
field, they seemed to have lost something, and gained something, for
instead of doing the sensible thing they stayed on. And that�s when they
met the man everyone in Columbia called �The Conquistador.�
He admired the females from America. He was not put off by the
virility of the two American men. He welcomed the six into his home,
offering them lodging for free. He let them walk in his gardens in the
nude, in fact he insisted. And he offered them the luxury of his banquet
table, and of his bedrooms, stocked with fine linen, and of his assiduous
servants.
But whenever the Americans asked to leave, just for a day trip, a
trip into town, he always put them off. He was, as they�d suspected, a
drug lord, and although the six never saw drugs in the house they guessed
they were grown not far away, for the air smelled sweet with poppies.
And so every day when they asked if they might depart, even just for a
day, the Conquistador put them off, pleasantly at first, then a little less
so, until the four at last realized they were captives. And then, when they
realized it, the Conquistador made them officially his captives, and
forbade them to leave.
Greg looked at the two young females sleeping on either side of him
in the plush bed. A fragrance of poppies came in through the open window,
rustling the saffron drapes. The girls were 13 and 14 now, both teens. He
stroked their bottoms. They were soft and smooth as satin. Every day he
and they had to perform sexually for the sultan, in two�s or three�s or as a
group. Greg turned his head. He kissed Gwen on the top of her head. Like
her, he wore an iron collar around his neck. It was chained to the
headboard with a chain.
�I�m sorry,� he said softly to Gwen. He knew it had been all his fault
that she�d wound up here, and Tabitha too. He turned to look at the girl.
She raised her eyes, regarded him softly. They still had the old fire
deep in them, though he was used to it now. He felt responsible for her
rather than infatuated with her, though he still, not wanting to miss �the
best dish of his life,� as he once called her, fucked her daily. She was,
indeed, a wonderful fuck, and Ann too, and Sylvia. Here he was well
provided for, and highly regarded by the Conquistador as an American
football hero, but he was also a captive.
�I�m sorry,� he said to Tabby. She smiled. She snuggled closer to
him.
�Don�t be,� she said.
�Why not?� Greg asked. �I took you away from your home, your
family. I nearly got you shot at that farm and now I�ve gotten you turned
into a love slave.�
�Shhhh,� I know,� Tabby replied. She stroked his cock. It rose under
her touch.
�Well, didn�t I?� Greg asked angrily.
�Dwight!� Greg turned. �Dwight!�
�Yes, Mr. Talbot,� Dwight answered, and he remembered his name
wasn�t Greg at all, but Dwight, and it was just as well, he supposed, for
his daydream had ended rather stupidly, with himself taken captive and
forced to be a sex slave and fuck his brains out every day with underage
minor females. (And women too.)
A heavy-set man with a very large stomach came waddling up to him.
Despite his stomach and his waddle the man was 6� 2� in height. Dwight
was considerably shorter.
�Dwight, as the team�s water boy, I don�t expect you to spend the
whole game standing in this locker room admiring your skinny ass in that
mirror! Get out on the field and get some work done, boy!� the man
growled.
�Yes, sir, Mr. Dalton! Sorry, sir!� Dwight babbled. He had a bucket of
water next to his leg, he realized, and he remembered filling it up before
he�d stopped to pose and posture alone in front of the mirror while the
team was out on the field. As Dwight hurried forward with his bucket, he
tripped. There was nothing on the floor for him to trip over except his
own two feet but he tripped over them anyway, and as he went sprawling
the bucket he was carrying went flying too, and landed in a splash on Mr.
Dalton�s shoes.
�Oops! I�m sorry, Mr. Dalton,� Dwight said from a prone position on
the floor. He adjusted his glasses on his face. Thanks to the strap he
always wore with his glasses, they hadn�t gone flying. And then pens were
still securely in his pocket protector in his front shirt pocket.
�Your shoes have dirt on them, Mr. Dalton,� Dwight said. �Dirt from
the field, I see.� Struggling forward, still obsequiously on his belly,
crawling forward like a snake, Dwight pulled a handkerchief that he used
to clean his glasses from his pocket and began to rub it across Mr. Dalton�s
shoes.
�God Damn, if you aren�t the poorest, stupidest water boy I have ever
hired from the freshman class,� Mr. Dalton swore. Dwight looked up at
him, still rubbing his shoes with his handkerchief. �I don�t give a rat�s
ass about my damn shoes, boy! They�re supposed to be dirty! It�s football,
for God sakes, and I�m the coach! Get your own shoes out there and get
them dirty doing some WORK!�
�Yes, sir, Mr. Dalton,� Dwight announced. He leaped to his feet and
saluted and then bent and reached for his bucket. He grabbed it up and
went running out the door of the locker room.
In the hall were two girls, one about 12, the other 13. Through a
window they were peering at the team on the field. The 12-year-old had
long blonde hair and the 13-year-old had hair so dark it was almost black.
Dwight, with a rising sense of guilt, noticed that the girls both had
wonderfully heart-shaped bottoms and their skirts, which were skirts
worn by girls in Catholic school, appeared to have been artificially
shortened. But as Dwight hurried past the girls, carrying his bucket, girls
did not turn around.
THE END
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