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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
THE FRUITS OF DESIRE
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Chapter Five
Even as Lady Winston spoke, three more couples arrived. There was
quiet laughter as they saw Mark and the Liverpool man with their cocks
out. Lady Winston greeted her new guests and repeated her instructions.
�All of the gentlemen are to strip utterly naked,� Lady Winston said.
She picked up a pack of cigarettes off of a table where she�d left them,
earlier in the day. She opened a drawer in the table and took out an ivory
cigarette holder. She also took out a matching ivory-cased lighter. She
placed the cigarette in the holder. She lit it. She inhaled and gazed at the
men. Slowly, they began to obey, undressing as she watched them through
a plume of smoke.
�Oook! They are taking out their penises!� Kelli, still clasped by the
hand by Lady Winston, remarked.
�Yes, honey. You must show your bottom and pussy, but they must
show their penises,� Lady Winston smiled to the girl. She felt Kelli
squeeze her hand. Was it fright? Excitement? Childish glee? Lady
Winston could not tell. So instead she untied the other bra cup on the
girl�s bra, and Kelli squealed as her left bosom popped into view. Her right
tit was already out, and the nipple, and much of the flesh surrounding it,
was wet with Lady Winston�s saliva. Together with Lady Winston, her
bosoms quiveringly naked, coyly circled and displayed by the remnants of
her now useless bra, Kelli watched the men undress.
Never was a more virile display made than that which the men now
offered. Many of the guests were strangers to one another and so it was
with a kind of perverse curiosity that the men began to undress in front of
one another. Who would prove to be the biggest? The longest? Which of
them would have the largest, heaviest sac? Among older men there might
have been misgivings about their ability to become hard. However these
were young men and, rather than entertaining worries about flaccidity
they were frankly embarrassed to show off their erections. The females
tittered quietly as the men�s prongs came into view. With avid eyes they
compared them. None were under nine inches and many, such as Mark, were
considerably longer. Black men would have felt challenged in such
company. Then, suddenly, through the arched doorway leading out into the
hall where the panties hung, came a black man, trailing his newlywed
wife. The nervous laughter of the guests died away. They waited in awed
silence as the black man, with the help of his lingerie-clad wife, undid his
fly. A moment later his cock sprang out, huge and hard and already
glistening at the tip with pre-cum. Mark sighed when he saw it.
�Ah, I am undone,� he said, thinking the black man�s quivering pole of
flesh to exceed his own.
�No, Mark,� Lady Winston said. She grinned. It was a cat�s grin.
�You forget that each man must be inspected by someone before he can
attend. Enfume here is a centimeter shorter than you. You are still the
champion.�
No sooner had Lady Winston spoken than an Asian man entered. The
laughter of the guests re-emerged. Just as they expected the black man to
be the biggest, they now expected the Asian man to be the smallest. It
was impulsive, their laughter, and it embarrassed them, for the Asian man
could guess instantly what they were laughing about. However he did not
blush. Instead, he stood proudly as his girlfriend, an Asian like himself,
knelt and undid his pants. Meanwhile the other guests continued to laugh.
However they blushed too, for they realized, despite their good-natured
merriment, that they might be humiliating him.
Their laughter ceased the moment the Asian man�s cock appeared.
While not the biggest, and not as large as Mark and Enfume, his penis was
nonetheless substantial. Lady Winston heard Kelli, standing beside her,
give an audible gasp.
�Yes, eleven and a quarter inches. Not bad, don�t you think?� Lady
Winston asked.
�Ooooh! They are all too big!� Kelli said with dismay. The other
guests looked at her and chuckled.
�Ladies and gentlemen, this is our guest of honor for this evening,�
Lady Winston said. She pushed Kelli a little in front of her, and took her
by the shoulders. Then, she turned Kelli around. Kelli found herself
standing with her face towards Lady Winston, and her bottom toward the
crowd. �Her name is Kelli,� Lady Winston said. �She is 13.�
�God, how lovely she is!� a woman exclaimed, which struck Kelli as
rather unusual, since they were all looking at her ass.
�Yes! Quite beautiful!� another woman said.
�Is she a virgin?� Enfume asked.
�Very much so,� Lady Winston said. �She has been taken only once,
in the cunt, and that was to allow her to be in attendance tonight. As for
her bottom, she is quite eager to go exploring with it, but she has no idea
what it will feel like.�
�So she is virgin, then?� Enfume asked.
�Like a little lamb,� Lady Winston said. �You may feel her if you
wish.�
The guests approached. Kelli stood stock still, shocked that Lady
Winston would offer her ass so freely. She felt a thin-fingered female
hand, with a sharp nail at its tip, touch her first. Kelli shrieked. Lady
Winston put a finger to her lips and bade her to be quiet. A male hand
touched her next, large-fingered, calloused, and Kelli nearly screamed
again, but instead grabbed at Lady Winston�s quieting finger with her
mouth and sucked it.
Gently, with soft caresses, the hands fondled Kelli�s bottom. Later
she would be whipped by these same hands but, at the moment, they only
wished to savor her virginal cheeks. Kelli was not the only virgin amongst
them this evening but she was the youngest and, hence, the one most
prized. They touched the twin dimples on her ass. They parted her cheeks
and touched the bare warmth of the skin in her bottom crack. They tested
the resiliency of her anus, pressing a finger to it, making Kelli suck extra
hard upon Lady Winston�s finger. Finally, with Lady Winston jabbing her
knee between Kelli�s legs to force them open, the guests tugged at the
blonde fleece growing on Kelli�s cunt.
�Yeek!� Kelli shouted, releasing Lady Winston�s finger from her lips
as fingers probed within her sex.
�Shhhh,� Lady Winston said. �Be good. You are the honored one. You
will have the most tonight.�
�Ohhh, I don�t want any!� Kelli insisted.
�Yes you do. You want them all,� Lady Winston said quietly.
�Not the biggest ones,� Kelli said.
�All,� Lady Winston told her. Kelli did not respond, but instead once
more put her lips around Lady Winston�s finger. The woman felt Kelli suck
her deep. The girl was savoring the length of her finger, unlike before,
when she had only sucked the tip. �Yes. Be bold. Take all of me,� Lady
Winston told the girl. Kelli closed her eyes. She sucked Lady Winston
deeper and deeper until she reached the knuckle of her hand. Then she
simply stood there, sucking quietly, her throat penetrated and her bottom
at pillage.
�She is quite tight,� a woman said, touching Kelli�s dimple-like
anus. There was concern in the woman�s voice.
�She will be flogged before she is raped,� Lady Winston said. She
caressed Kelli�s hair with her free hand, running her fingers through the
shoulder-length locks.
�Still, she is going to have to be extensively stretched,� the woman
remarked. �There is a chance her rectum will tear.�
�I have warned her,� Lady Winston said. She lifted her hand from
Kelli�s hair and took the cigarette from her mouth and exhaled.
�She is prepared, then, for all that must be done to her?� the woman
asked.
�She will learn as she goes along,� Lady Winston replied.
�We will do to her what needs to be done. Don�t worry,� Enfume told
the woman.
�Oh she is so small and pretty,� the Asian woman remarked. She
waited until the hand in Kelli�s bottom crack had departed and then she
cupped Kelli�s cheeks with her own hands. She lifted the twin bottoms a
little, testing their springiness. �Yes. They will rebound nicely to the
whip,� the Asian woman said, in a voice that must have been wry, for it
was spoken in a soft, sympathetic lilt, but there could be little sympathy
in a voice that wished to see a stranger�s derriere flogged. �May I whip
her?� the Asian woman asked.
Lady Winston smiled. �Only if you love her,� the Englishwoman
answered.
�I love her bottom,� the Asian woman said. �Such a pretty heart
shape it has! Is it to be branded this evening?�
�This is only her first party,� Lady Winston said.
�I am too eager then,� the Asian woman said.
The maid, still dressed in her maid�s uniform, appeared rather
nervously at the arched doorway.
�Dinner�s ready, ma�am,� she said to Lady Winston.
�Ah, yes. Dinner everyone!� Lady Winston announced. �Ladies, would
you please grab a penis and bring it along to dinner with you? It needn�t
be the lover you came with. In fact, since one of our goals tonight is to
expand our circle of friends, not to mention lovers, may I suggest that it
NOT be the one you came with, but rather any other penis you fancy
having?�
Amid much laughter the female guests, dressed in lingerie but with
their bottoms and pussies naked, each picked out a man. Kelli gasped
when, turning about, letting go of Lady Winston�s finger, she saw her aunt
pick Enfume. Mark was chosen by the Asian woman.
�You must pick a penis also,� Lady Winston told Kelli. The girl
gulped. With much misgiving showing in her face, she chose, after some
hesitation, the Liverpool man.
�What�s your name?� she asked him, taking his cock in her hand,
surprised at how wide it was, and the difficulty she had in clasping him.
�Just call me John. John Lennon,� the Liverpool man replied.
�You can�t be him. My auntie likes him and she says he�s dead,� Kelli
said. �My name�s Kelli,� she offered.
�Mine�s John Smith, then, if you don�t like John Lennon,� the
Liverpool man said. Kelli seemed satisfied with this, though she frowned
a little, still suspecting he wasn�t telling her the truth.
They walked together. Kelli felt John throbbing in her hand. It
seemed as if he wished to burst from her fingers. She gripped him harder
and he, in turn, seemed to pulse harder. She looked over at his dick and
then up at him. He smiled at her. It was a wolf�s smile. Kelli gulped. She
had quite a tiger in her hand, and unfortunately she had him not by the tail
but by something much more frightening.
The dining room was ornate. Twin chandeliers hung over the table.
Light shimmered through their cut glass prisms, and reflected off the fine
china waiting on the table. The chairs were made of hardwood, like the
linen-draped table. However their surfaces, where the guests would sit,
were covered in the softest velour. How remarkable it would be to sit on
such softness, Lady Winston had hoped, when all the guests knew they
were not departing this place without having their hams flogged.
The Liverpool man was the first to see the chairs� other unique
feature.
�I say!� he cried, being led to a chair by Kelli. �My chair looks like a
privy!�
�What?! This chair is no good! It has a hole in it!� Enfume shouted.
Amanda, standing beside him, holding him by his penis, gave an uneasy
laugh.
�Look. Mine does too!� Amanda said.
�All the chairs do!� the Asian woman chuckled.
�Yes,� Lady Winston remarked. �You shall all have a sit, and though
you will enjoy the softness of these chairs, you will at the same time
savor the coolness of the air in this room upon your bottoms. When you
have all been warmed on the ass you will find these chairs quite
accommodating, I assure you.�
�Ohhh! If I sit in that big hole I might have to poop!� Kelli protested.
Everyone laughed. And then they all sat down, the ladies letting the
men seat them first, each one giggling as she attempted to accommodate
herself on a velour-covered chair that resembled, in the shape of its seat,
a toilet. Kelli plopped down on her chair and, because her bottom was so
small, she slid down into her hole. John gave her his hand and pulled her
back up. Kelli remained seated, her legs more widely spread, her
bottomcheeks tentatively balanced over the hole, her eyes wide, fearing
that she would soon again slide down into the hole. However her aunt had
no such worries. Her bottom was wider, fuller, the mature bottom of a
young woman. She sat poised over her hole contemplating, as Kelli did, the
air that caressed it. How strange it was to sit with one�s thighs pressing
against soft velour, but with one�s ass, and particularly one�s nether hole,
exposed to the air of the room! Also there was the unusual feeling of
having her cunt perched over the hole. Amanda felt totally exposed and it
was a thrilling feeling, sitting at such a finely decorated table, with
faience china in front of her as she sat poised to take a shit.
The Asian woman, whose name was Rose, shared a glance with
Amanda. The blonde gave the dark-haired woman a guilty smile. In answer
the Asian woman said, in a voice that was softly solicitous, and barely
audible, �I can hardly wait to see you flogged.�
Amanda gulped. Yes, that was what they were all here for, wasn�t
it? Herself, and most of all Kelli, and the Asian woman too of course, but
she seemed to have a relish for the whip that Amanda did not share. Yes,
it was exciting to do something so unusual once in awhile, but it did hurt!
Amanda always felt qualms about the pain it involved. The whip could be
applied with more or less force but, invariably, the one wielding it applied
the final strokes sharply. Then Amanda would crave her seat that she was
sitting on now, she realized, and in the morning too, for it would allow her
to take breakfast sitting down, as opposed to standing up, or awkwardly
lying on her belly in bed.
�May we take these chairs home with us?� a woman asked Lady
Winston. �I think I should need mine. My husband always has a firm hand.�
Lady Winston looked at the newlywed. �So you have had the whip?�
she asked.
�No, my husband�s hand,� the woman answered.
Lady Winston laughed. �I can see your bottom training has a long
way to go, my dear. You are not going to endure your husband�s hand this
evening, but the whip, as I have stated earlier. Were you not listening?
And it is not your husband who will wield the whip. That can be done in
the privacy of your home. No, it will be another man, a total stranger, I
should hope, for he will show the least concern for your bottom. Naturally
I will supervise, to see that you aren�t injured. It is all for play, as little
Kelli will be quick to tell us, for she has not been naughty, have you,
Kelli?�
�No. And I�m not little, either. I�m 13!� Kelli said. She held up her
hands and showed ten fingers, then three more, as if to reinforce the point
with such clarity that no one would call her little again.
�Yes, you are not little, Kelli,� Lady Winston assured the girl. �Look
at what ripe tits she has, gentlemen! Truly, had I possessed breasts the
size of pumpkins at 13, as she does, I would have attended every party
there was!�
�My breasts don�t look like pumpkins,� Kelli said. She looked down
at her chest. The men in the room, and the women too, all gazed at her
merrily. Mark, sitting in his own chair, remarked to himself that his balls
felt like a big pumpkin between his legs. He was thankful for the hole in
his seat. It allowed his testicles to descend, and hang freely, instead of
being pressed up against his crotch. How had he gotten so full again? It
had been only a day or two since he�d ejaculated. Yet already he felt so
full that his eyes felt like crossing in his head. He was horny, and very
hard, and the pressure of his penis, lying upon the forward part of his
chair, was almost unbearable. The velour was so soft! Every time he
moved even slightly it caused his erection to rub gently against the velour.
He was sure he was going to spurt into the tablecloth overhanging the
table. Lady Winston, apparently reading his thoughts, looked at him and
said,
�Your napkins may be used for more than wiping your mouth.�
�God, I can barely stand this soft velour against my penis,� the
Liverpool man confessed.
�Yes, isn�t it wonderful?� Lady Winston asked. �We girls, who can
come limitless times, would crave having the velour press upon our
pussies, but instead we hang untouched over the holes in our chairs.
Meanwhile you men, who can only spurt so many times, before exhaustion
grips your loins, are, due to the length of your wonderful members, forced
to endure the rubbing of the velour on the sensitive undersides of your
cocks. Your balls may hang freely, but your penis shafts are delicately
tickled by the forward edges of your seats. What I would like to know is,
how many of you men are so long that you actually overhang the front of
your seats? Raise your hands, please. The men each raised up a hand,
feeling at the same time their balls hanging down through the holes in
their chairs. Only two men did not raise their hands. Lady Winston
counted off the men who had raised their hands and then said, �Very well.
Whether you overhang or not, you are in a much tastier position than us
ladies, with our little clitorises trapped in our lovelips. We can feel
nothing but the air, while all you men stretch yourselves most
wonderfully over the velour of your chairs. Enjoy it, men! And if you must
put a napkin down between your thighs, to catch an errant spill or two, so
be it. It is better than having to clean my whole carpet in the morning.�
�Are we supposed to go poop in these chairs?� Kelli, squirming in
her own chair, and trying hard not to fall back down into the hole, asked.
�No. No, dear,� Lady Winston said. It is only to be fetching, and to
have a little fun. Please don�t leave any turds lying on my carpet.�
�Oh.� Kelli said. She looked bemused a moment and then asked, �But
what if I have to go to the bathroom?�
�Do you have to go to the bathroom right now?� Lady Winston asked
Kelli.
�Yes,� the girl confessed.
�Then I shall have someone take you to a real bathroom, where you
can enjoy a moment of privacy,� Lady Winston said. �But it must not be a
man,� Lady Winston added hastily, seeing John, from Liverpool, begin to
stand. �I do not trust such a saucy young bottom as yours to return from a
foray to the lavatory unfucked, particularly with a scoundrel like the one
you have chosen escorting you.� She looked around at the guests seated at
the table. �Would any of you ladies care to escort little Kelli to the
bathroom?�
�I will,� the Asian woman said, raising her hand tentatively.
�Very well,� Lady Winston said. �But pray do not find occasion to
spank her while you two are away. That is a right reserved for later in the
evening.�
�Yes,� the Asian woman said. She pushed back her chair and stood
up. There was a slight indentation in her thighs where her legs had been
pressing against the edge of the hole, over which her bottom hung. The
Asian woman reached back behind herself. The movement was one she
performed often, for she was accustomed to wearing a skirt, and skirts
invariably had to be smoothed when one stood up. Then the Asian woman
remembered that she wore no skirt, and no panties either, and she blushed.
Everyone smiled.
�Come, Kelli,� the Asian woman said, when she arrived at Kelli�s
chair. The girl scooted her chair back and leapt to her feet.
�I have to GO!� Kelli exclaimed.
�And cum, too, no doubt,� the Asian woman said. Together they
clasped hands and walked from the room. Everyone stared after them,
admiring the shape of their bottoms, particularly the men, who hoped to
last long enough to spear both of them, and all the other female
hindquarters that remained seated at the table.
Rose and Kelli left the dining room and as they did so, they could
both hear the guests begin to make appreciative remarks about their
bottoms. In a kind of final salute to their friends both girls gave their
bottoms a salacious wiggle. Then they both laughed and darted out into
the hall. They wandered along it, neither of them sure where the nearest
lavatory was. Meanwhile Mark, seated at the dining table, felt a bit of the
guilt that had been burdening him disappear. Kelli had been told what
would be done to her. Yet nonetheless, fully informed of her fate, she had
the temerity to show off her bottom. Very well, then, she was at least
complicitous. She might be innocent, but she was not unaware. She had a
hand or, rather, two hams, in her own undoing. He would feel freer in
applying the whip to her bottom, and in penetrating it. Mark looked over at
the Liverpool man. Did he have the same misgivings as Mark? For, since
Kelli had chosen him, he would be her second penis, after Mark had taken
her. And he would have a hand in her whipping too. Since Kelli was not a
newlywed and Mark was not her husband, Mark would be permitted to go
first. This was unlike the other men, who would have to turn their wives
over to strangers. However after Mark whipped Kelli, he guessed Lady
Winston would also wish for the girl to feel a whip wielded by a stranger.
This would ensure that her whipping had been thorough. Perhaps even
others would whip her, if her strength held, and she was not excessively
cut up. That was the nature of a Bottom Party; there were rules and
procedures, but there was a lot of fluidity too, things were not
excessively structured. A man might whip a woman and, later in the
evening, she might whip him. Mark considered for a moment what it would
feel like to taste a whip with his own bottom. Then he put the thought out
of his mind, for his pumpkin-like balls would be incredibly vulnerable if
he were to be flogged. One errant flick of the whip might cause him
incurable damage.
Kelli and Rose found a bathroom. It was sumptuous. It consisted of
a raised platform, into which was sunk a bath tub. Towels lay folded
beside the tub and there was a vase of fresh roses standing beside the
towels.
�Oh! Flowers!� Kelli exclaimed. She let go of the Asian woman�s
hand and went running over to the vase. She bent over it and sniffed the
roses. The Asian woman came up behind her and softly touched her
bottom. �Oh! Don�t!� Kelli said.
�I should like to whip it,� Rose told her.
Kelli shivered. Still sniffing the flowers, she said, �But you are a
girl.�
�Nonetheless I should like to,� the Asian woman said.
�Your hands are soft,� Kelli remarked. Then she felt the tips of the
woman�s nails dig lightly into her skin. �Ohhhh! Don�t!� Kelli said.
�I crave your flesh,� Rose said. �Your bottom flesh.�
�You scare me,� Kelli said. But as she unbent herself, and stood up,
no longer sniffing the flowers, she backed more fully into the woman�s
hands. She let Rose cup and caress her tushy.
�Yes. A good hard flogging is what you need, with a sharp whip,�
Rose whispered to the girl.
�Oh, I do not!� Kelli said. But she remained standing against her,
Kelli�s bottom pressed to the woman�s palms, shivering at her every touch.
Finally the Asian woman said,
�Kelli, would you like to pee?�
�Yes,� Kelli said.
�Then please do.�
��Kay,� Kelli said.
Softly the Asian woman stroked Kelli�s hair as she sat on the toilet
and urinated. When she was finished, the Asian woman insisted on wiping
her. Then the Asian woman took a turn on the toilet, but she wiped
herself. Then they clasped hands again and walked back out into the hall.
�Which way is the dining room?� the Asian woman asked, seeming
suddenly confused, perhaps still dwelling on the softness of Kelli�s
bottom, and the receptivity the girl had shown.
�This way,� Kelli said. She pointed. Then she squeezed the Asian
woman�s hand and looked up at her with bright, innocent-seeming eyes and
a wide smile.
�Yes. So it is,� the Asian woman smiled back.
The candles on the dining room table were long and thin. However
they looked somewhat curious. At first Mark, glancing at them, had
thought they�d been previously used. Veins of wax appeared to run down
their sides. At their tips there was a bulbous build-up of wax. Mark
wondered, idly, why such an expensive dining table should have used
candles upon it. Then, as the maid appeared, carrying matches to light the
candles, it suddenly hit him: despite being excessively long and narrow,
the candles were shaped like penises. He watched with awed eyes as the
maid lit a match and then began lighting the candles.
�Lady Winston, couldn�t you find any new candles?� a woman asked.
�They are new,� Lady Winston answered.
�They cannot be. I see trails of wax going down their-- ohhh!� the
woman suddenly gasped. �They are penises!�
�Yes,� Lady Winston said. �Wait until you see the dinner rolls.�
As Kelli and Rose returned to their chairs, everyone having admired
their mons as they walked back into the room, the maid brought out, from
the kitchen, a basket of dinner rolls. Amanda was the first to reach into
the basket, after it had been placed on the table.
�Oh! It�s a cunt!� Amanda exclaimed. There was surprise in her
eyes; apparently she�d expected the rolls to be shaped like the candles.
�Yes. Cunt-shaped rolls and penis-shaped candles,� Lady Winston
said. �Let nobody say I�m not subtle.�
�I do not wish to eat a roll shaped like a cunt,� a woman said
disdainfully.
�You must,� Lady Winston said. �Unless you wish to eat a candle
instead.�
�Oh!� the woman exclaimed.
�Do you have a fear of lesbian love?� Lady Winston asked her. �We�ll
help you get over that here, at our Bottom Party, time permitting. I shall
make a note of your misgiving. Now take a roll, and butter it lavishly, and
bite into it, and enjoy it. And no, there are no female spendings daubed
into the batter, though you may wet the roll first between your legs, or
any other female present, if you wish to, before eating it. Or perhaps,
instead of butter, you would like to smear on your roll some of the pre-
cum that your male companions? Feel free to. You may even have them
spurt themselves on your roll if you wish.�
�Oh, God!� the woman said. She reached quickly for a roll. Then she
pulled at the center of it, opening what resembled love lips. She put it
down between the thighs of the man beside her. He looked down, and
grunted slightly.
�Yes. Not too much,� the woman said. Then she lifted the roll from
between the man�s legs, and everyone could see that he had left a deposit
of fluid on top of it.
�Did he cum?� another woman asked.
�Not- not too much,� the woman holding the roll said.
�It is just pre-cum,� the man said.
�But it�s tasty!� the woman added, putting the roll to her lips and
biting into it.
In the next few minutes each of the females insisted on taking a
spermy deposit from the man sitting next to her. The guests were
arranged alternately, by sex, such that every woman was flanked by two
men, and every man by two women. So in fact most women chose to butter
their roll with both men�s sperm, and even little Kelli, seated between
John and another man, sampled both men�s genital fluid.
�Mmmm! GOOD!� Kelli said, when her roll had been smeared liberally
with both men�s precum. Lustily she bit into it. Lady Winston smiled.
�It is well that you should join right in, and show such enthusiasm,�
Lady Winston said. �It will make the whip more bearable when it comes.�
�Ohhhh! I don� lik� that part,� Kelli said, munching on her roll, her
cheeks swollen with dough.
�There is a certain pose one must assume for it,� Lady Winston said,
lifting her eyes and addressing the group as a whole. Eyes met hers and
mouths moved more slowly. The females, particularly those who had
never been whipped, leaned forward in their chairs, their eyes bright,
their naked breasts wobbling freely and with stiff nipples on their chests.
�The position is one of receptivity, with the head down, the back arched.
This allows the bottom to be fully displayed. The legs must be apart, so
that the cunt is offered. However in this position it is not the penis that
is to be received, but the sharp leather of the whip. It nicks, it bites, it
scours, digging into the flesh, smacking hard where one is accustomed to
soft caresses and kisses. It leaves marks in its wake. Points of fire, or
long welts. The female rotates and arches her bottom as if for sex, but
instead she is given more of the leather, until her whole soft derriere is a
mass of flaming flesh. Then, when the pain is unbearable, but before it
has ameliorated itself into a soft, consoling glow, the male impales the
female, making her cry out as her punished bottom is forced to take his
prong.
�By now the female, too exhausted from her whipping, is unable to
resist him as fully as she would like. And so, broken in spirit and body,
the young virgin receives her man, up her bottom, and he pumps her until
the joyful torture of her little hole makes him spend into her guts. And
this must be repeated, many times, over the ensuing days and weeks, until
at last the female is a fully mature woman, able to take penises up her
bottom easily, and without complaint. However I sometimes wonder if,
after all the work they have expended to achieve it, the men really enjoy
the fully mature woman better, or long instead for her to be virgin again,
so that they may labor over her bottom, and in her hole, all over again?�
The men offered guilty smiles. Mark nodded, slightly, then stopped
himself, too embarrassed to admit that, yes, were Amanda 13, and virgin,
like her niece, he would desire them both. He still loved Amanda, of
course, in a carnal way, and as a companion, but now, thanks to her
innocence and naivete, it was Kelli he truly longed for, and Kelli he was
determined to take this evening. Amanda might have Enfume, or anyone
else. He didn�t care. Oh, he would still lie with her later, again, by the
pool and in her bed, cherishing her for her youth and beauty, as she
cherished him for his strength and his manliness, but he was not
possessed by her, as he was by Kelli. Yet if Kelli had been Amanda and
Amanda Kelli, it would be Amanda he was determined to have this evening.
And, looking around the room, Mark guessed the other men felt exactly the
same way.
�I have to go to the bathroom!� Kelli announced, when she had eaten
her roll.
�You just went,� Lady Winston told the girl.
�But I have to go again,� Kelli said.
�Not right now, dear. It�s time to eat,� Lady Winston said. Just then
the maid appeared once more, bearing a large tray. On it was the most
generous antipasti Mark had ever seen. Large leaves of spinach and
iceberg lettuce were commingled with slices of smoked sausage and
cheese. There were also heads, broken up, of broccoli, as well as chunks
of salmon and pitted olives. The whole thing had been drenched with a
very aromatic blend of olive oil and vinegar, which Mark could smell from
his seat.
�I just want the lettuce!� Kelli said, seeing the antipasti.
Lady Winston looked at the girl. �You will eat all of it, dear. Or at
least you will try,� Lady Winston told Kelli, who scrunched up her nose.
�Yuck.� Kelli said. �I see sausage. I don�t like sausages.�
The guests laughed.
�You don�t like sausage?� Lady Winston asked.
�No,� Kelli said. �Sausages come from pigs.�
�Hmmm,� Lady Winston said. �Now perhaps I know why women often
call men pigs.�
There was more laughter. The guests each took turns passing the
antipasti around and filling their salad plates with a portion of it. When
Kelli�s turn came, she tried picking at the antipasti with the salad tongs.
�Kelli! Be good!� Amanda called to the girl.
�Oh!� Kelli exclaimed, inspecting a leaf of lettuce. �This has
dressing on it!�
�Of course it does, dear!� Amanda said. �Please, be good and put
some on your plate and try eating it.�
Mark cleared his throat. �Kelli, try not to be naughty,� he said in a
low voice. Kelli shivered.
�Yes, Mark,� she said meekly. She put a tongful of the antipasti on
her salad plate and, to everyone�s surprise, she began eating it. She ate it
without complaint, all that she had taken, and afterwards, wiping her
mouth on her linen napkin, she confessed that it had been delicious.
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