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Issue No. 398
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Passion�s Playpen
Chapter Six
Kate groaned with passion. David was thrusting up into her with
enormous vigor. He had come earlier and it had, it seemed, given him just
the sort of self-control he needed. He didn�t spurt quickly as Kate had
feared. Riding him, with her hands pressed to his chest to aid herself,
Kate felt fear possess her bottom. She was scared to death the woman
would kick her again. Her cheeks were widespread as she jutted her hiney
back at them, receiving David in her womb. The thought that she might be
injured by them thrilled her. Yet she didn�t want to be injured, but in her
writhing she found herself exploding in orgasm at the fear of being hurt.
�Ohhhh, Davidddd, protect me!� Kate gasped in a high-pitched,
screamy voice as the man tapped her bottom again with his walking stick.
All around her others made love, their bodies joining despite the presence
of the fully-clothed newcomers. Kate imagined they looked at the others,
not just at her. But if the newcomers did they did not move away from her
in response. They stayed behind her always, and Kate felt she might
rupture from the orgasms she was having upon David�s prick, all the while
scared to death she�d be kicked again or whacked with the walking stick.
When Kate had been thoroughly fucked by David, losing track of how
many wonderful orgasms she�d experienced upon his penis, feeling at last
his jism jetting up into her, she collapsed on top of him and held him. She
could feel her bottom bulbing up at the two new guests. They still
frightened her, but she felt a secret thrill at showing them her split-apart
bottom, with its crack open and her hole dimpling her crack in such an
intriguingly offered manner. She wondered idly if the woman would kick
her again in her hole but the woman did not. Instead, the new guests
seemed to enjoy watching her shiver and gasp and sigh softly as she
huddled over David�s spent form. He lay under her all spread out and
happily exhausted. His arms lay upon the floor and his legs were spread.
He was spread-eagled, pinned to the floor by spent delight rather than
ropes. Once in a while he gave a little upward thrust with his hips to
remind Kate that he was still inside her. His manhood had shrunk
considerably, but it still threaded her sex and lay within her.
The woman, after a respectful interval, reached down and yanked
Kate up by her hair. Kate was forced to stand lest she be hurt by the
pulling. Awkwardly Kate got to her feet. The woman didn�t pull on her
hair any more than she needed to, and for that Kate was grateful, but she
disliked the fact that she�d been attacked at all.
When the woman had Kate on her feet she patted Kate�s hair and
stroked it and attempted to arrange Kate�s tousled long locks in some kind
of neat order. Kate was surprised by the woman�s soft touch. She�d been
kicked, then pulled up by her hair, yet now the woman caressed her hair as
politely as if Kate were her own daughter.
�Yes, you will do perfectly,� the woman said to Kate. When she�d
arranged Kate�s wild hair, thrown all askew from her fucking, she patted
Kate�s tummy. They were slap-pats, striking Kate�s soft belly harder than
she would have preferred. Kate could almost feel the woman�s hand
forcing David�s sperm to slosh around in her womb. �You�re not pregnant?
Hmmm?� the woman asked. �You�re on the Pill?�
Dumbly Kate nodded. She was nude, the woman, slapping her belly,
was clothed as for an elegant dinner party. Kate looked at the man. He
stared back at her coldly. But then he allowed himself the slightest of
smiles, as if to reassure her that he wasn�t quite as imposing as she
imagined.
Marie walked up to the three of them. She was stark naked and there
was a fresh issuance of sperm dribbling down from her cuntlips. Absently
she wiped at the sperm with her fingers, like a little girl who�s peed on
herself, except Marie had just received an emission from Rod.
�This is John and Melinda,� Marie said, giving herself the job of
making introductions. �John, Melinda, this is Kate. She�s sweet, don�t you
think?�
�John wants her,� Melinda said to Marie. As she spoke she thrust her
hand down from Kate�s belly into the split of her thighs. She felt within
the folds of Kate�s sex. Kate jerked but Marie, conspiratorily, placed a
hand on Kate�s bottom to keep her from stepping back.
�John,� Marie said calmly. �Kate�s very young. You�re so harsh with
your women! Do you really think she�d be able to stand it?�
�Of course,� Melinda replied. She removed her hand from Kate�s sex
and slapped the blonde on her flanks. Kate felt like a pony and yet,
allowing herself a quick toss of her blonde hair, she found she didn�t find
her status entirely disagreeable. She didn�t know why. It made no sense
at all to permit these people to treat her this way. Yet, mesmerized by
the man in the suit and how he regarded her, feeling freed for the moment
from her normal inhibitions, Kate turned her body slightly and openly
thrust her hips forward to show him her cunt. She swayed her hips back
and forth and made him look at her soft downy covering of private hair.
She rubbed her fleece against his pants leg. Sperm from David�s
emissions, oozing out of her lips, stained the man�s trousers. Her own
honey was mingled with David�s love juice.
Marie laughed. �Well! If she�s THAT eager,� Marie said. �Then I
suppose I�ll fetch her a collar.� Kate, unthinkingly, pressed her cunny lips
to the man�s treetrunk-like thigh and felt his muscled leg press against
her lips, making them splurge. She had a naughty thought and dismissed it
from her mind. Then, just as quickly, she let it re-enter.
�Kate, dear, John will pamper you most exquisitely, but only for one
purpose--to punish you. Are you sure--?� Marie asked, buckling a leather
collar round Kate�s neck. Still playing, having made no decision at all,
merely teasing, but loving herself for doing it, Kate released her pee. She
felt her cunny lips wet the man�s expensive pants leg and he gasped, as did
Melinda and Marie, as Kate wet the man�s pants with her sex.
�Well!� Marie said, shocked. She drew her hand back and gave Kate
an ass-spatting handslap. Kate squeezed her eyes shut and mewled. Yet
she didn�t stop the flow of her pee. She kept on pissing on the man�s pants
until she was completely relieved.
�A feisty slave, my favorite,� Melinda murmured, when she�d
recovered herself enough to speak again. Kate had outmaneuvered them
all!
�We�ll have to skip the dinner,� John said to Melinda.
�It�s late anyway, dear,� Melinda said. �And Kate�s training needs to
begin right away.�
�Indeed,� John affirmed. Kate, withdrawing her lovelips from John�s
leg, admired the long, runny stain she�d left upon them. His whole leg
right down to his shoe was marked by her soaking pee. And she�d wiped
her sex on him too, leaving David�s sperm there.
Kate felt a cloak thrown over her shoulders. Marie adjusted it.
Kate�s shoulders were small and the cloak threatened to slip right off her.
�You�ve chosen well, sweet one. There is no sterner master I know
of, nor one more considerate,� Marie said to Kate. She kissed the girl
lightly on the cheek. Kate flinched. She felt the collar around her throat,
binding her lightly, showing her status. She did not lift her fingers to it
but merely admitted the feeling of it into her mind. It was a leather
collar. It was covered with felt on its inside surface so as not to chafe
her. But it had a place for a leash, and Kate gazed down her nose at the
silver ring which protruded from the front of the collar where John might
attach a leash to her.
Gallantly John brushed Kate�s cloak back from her body and reached
within and took her bare arm. Her body was bare and her arm was bare and
his sleeved, tailored arm, flexing its bicep, felt like an intruder within
her warm cloak. Yet she did not resist him. She allowed him to lead her
out of the game room and through the locker room and out through the
front door of the townhouse.
There was a chilly drizzle of rain outside. With her free hand Kate
pulled the cloak around her breasts. It remained open at the waist,
showing her belly and below that her bush, with her bare white legs
protruding from the front of the open cloak as she let John draw her down
the front steps along the walk to his car. Melinda, walking efficiently
beside Kate, unfurled an umbrella and held it above Kate�s head to keep the
raindrops from wetting her tousled, already-matted locks. She was in
disarray from the fuckfest in the game room yet John and Melinda treated
her as if she were a princess.
John opened the passenger�s side door of his Jaguar. Kate bent down
and slipped in. Melinda held up the tail of her cloak so that it wouldn�t
touch the wet ground as she bent.
Kate found the seat inside was a bench seat and she wondered if she
should sit on the clean leather, for she was coated on her private with her
own juice and with male jism, more dripping out as she walked and moved.
Yet, with Melinda urging in from behind, Kate was forced to sit and she did
her best to tuck her cloak under herself to keep her bottom off of John�s
fine leather seat. John seemed not to mind the possibility of her staining
it.
ZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
gear, Sept/Oct 1998, $2.99. Full-color, slick paper, (slightly) oversized
magazine. Many pages. Guccione Media LLC, 450 West 15th Street, Suite
504, New York, NY 10011.
Review: This is the first issue of this magazine. It�s billed as �The
New Magazine for Men.� It�s published by the son of Penthouse publisher
Bob Guccione, whose name, rather confusingly, is Bob Guccione Jr.
If you�re wondering what defines the 1980�s generation in America,
otherwise known as �Generation X,� this is it. A magazine for men, that
has no nudity.
I suppose you could try calling �gear� a cerebral men�s magazine, but
that does sound rather like an oxymoron, doesn�t it? I know that if I had
46 million dollars, as this publisher does, I could think of lots better
things to do with it than publish GQ jr.
In my case, when I want to read intellectual material, I want the
best. That�s why I read The Economist. And when I want girls, I don�t
want any intellectual crap getting in the way. That�s why, in the
bathroom, I read Club Confidential.
�gear� is a magazine full of ads and, as its cover boasts, �23 Pages
of Stunning Fashion.� However, as a regular buyer of men�s magazines, I
have three problems with �gear�.
1. I don�t want to have to wade through miles of ads to find the
magazine�s editorial content.
2. I don�t care about fashion.
3. I don�t read pseudo-intellectual articles, which is what �gear�
features.
And, of course, with no nudity in this �men�s� magazine, there�s no
possibility that I can jack off.
Perhaps the best way to sum up �gear� is by telling you where it�s
stocked, at Tower Books. It�s stocked in the section reserved for ladies�
magazines.
�Nuff said,� as Stan Lee would say.
COMMENTARY
by holy joe
From time to time, it is necessary to take stock of where we have
been, and where we are heading. Such a time is now. And the question
that arises, the question that demands to be answered, is this: What is
the greatest porn magazine of them all?
As for myself, I vote for the new magazine by Larry Flint, which is
called Taboo. No longer do you have to look at Playboy and fantasize about
what sort of kinky things might be hinted at in its pictorials. With Taboo,
you can actually see girls being tied up, enemized, and spanked!
My favorite pictorials in Taboo are the ones that feature two girls
who are lovers. Naturally, this being Taboo, one of the girls is a dominant,
and the other is a submissive. Watch with pleasure as the submissive girl
is bound and punished!
When I subscribed to Taboo, my great fear was that it would be a
magazine featuring old whores, doing slutty things to each other. Not to
worry! The girls in Taboo are young and attractive. My only wish is that
they were even younger, perhaps the age of the girls in Barely Legal.
As for Barely Legal, it is, in my opinion, a boring magazine. Sure,
the girls are young, but so what? They�re not doing anything. They should
at least have a kinky party, or do something naughty. If I were Larry Flint,
I�d publish a magazine called �Barely Legal in Bondage�!
(Now THAT would be a great magazine!)
What of other magazines, like Playboy and Penthouse? The last two
issues of Playboy have been quite good. The September issue featured a
beautiful young brunette posing with a riding crop! The October issue
depicts a luscious blonde with gorgeous tits.
As for Penthouse, it�s trash. I�m going to quit buying this magazine
if it doesn�t improve soon. All you ever see in it anymore is �centerfold�
girls who look like whores, and dumb �concept� pictorials featuring, most
recently, women painted red to look like Devils.
(Appropriate, perhaps, but hardly arousing.)
Mayfair is getting pretty boring. All I ever see anymore in this
magazine is the same old dull pictorials, repeated issue after issue. The
Claire Cass era of Mayfair was great! But now Mayfair is just a tired,
repetitive magazine.
A magazine that�s getting better and better is Genesis. Wow! The
October issue of this magazine was a mind-blower! I especially liked the
pictorial with two sweet, young blondes in it, kissing each other and
sticking their faces in each other�s bottoms!
As for Club, Club Confidential, and Club International, I like these
magazines a lot. You can subscribe to all three for $99.00. What a great
deal! Every week or two more porn arrives in my mailbox, all courtesy of
the Club family of magazines. Some issues are better than others, but
you�re always guaranteed some sort of an ejaculation with these
magazines!
A magazine that just had a terrific issue is �Oui�. Usually this
magazine is junk, but the October issue was fantastic!
In summary, I would list the greatest porn magazines as follows:
Taboo. (Not to be confused with the many magazines named �Tattoo.�)
Next, Playboy, particularly the twice-monthly Playboy Newsstand
Specials. Next, the Club magazines. (Club itself is rather boring. I prefer
Club Confidential and Club International.) Next, Genesis, which I may
move higher up on this list if it continues to be as great as its October
issue.
As for the �just turned 18� magazines, they are mostly boring. They
all suffer from the same problem that �Barely Legal� does, namely, that
the girls aren�t naughty enough. Perhaps the best of the lot is �Hawk,�
which consistently features two girls kissing and hugging and undressing
each other.
(I�d type in all the addresses for these magazines, but with so many
great magazines sitting here, I have a sudden, irresistible urge to do
something else!)
AND IN THE END...
KEEP WATCHING !
�In the 1990�s, says the aptly named Suzanne Garment in her book
�Scandal�, �our system is now able, perhaps for the first time, to produce
scandals at will, in steady and unending supply.��
- The Economist, August 15, 1998, pg. 22.
(You never know... the sky may fall too. - h.j.)
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