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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PUSSY PLAYLAND
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Chapter Three
It�s amazing what happens when you follow the bouncing ball. I was
playing on the beach by myself, batting my beach ball around. I was
treating the boys like absolute shit. No matter which of them came up to
me, no matter how handsome, I�d ask for my ball back and refuse to play
with him. I would tell him I was practising for my girl�s volleyball team
and we weren�t allowed to practise with boys. Then I�d loft my ball up
again, and try to keep it up by tapping underneath it with my fingers. I
was getting quite good at it when a big gust of wind blew my ball down
the beach. I went running after it. Two boys tried to run with me, to
catch it, but I speeded up and they settled for a view of my ass instead as
my ball bounced its way under someone�s umbrella.
I dashed up and dropped to my knees on someone�s beach towel. I
was feeling frisky, and I�d seen a big man sitting under the umbrella, just
him in shadow, with a girl beside him. She looked very beautiful, a young
woman. Wickedly, I wanted to see if I could give her some competition.
After all, I was just 14. Would her hunky boyfriend turn out to be a
pervert?
Collapsing under their umbrella onto my knees, I knelt with my
breasts heaving and my mouth wide and panting. I was wearing my tiniest
bikini. Each rise of my breasts with my breath threatened to loft my
bosoms right out of my top. Awkwardly I reached back behind myself and
pulled my panties out of my ass crack. I didn�t want to give the boys
who�d been chasing me any more of a mooning than I had to!
�Hi!� the young woman with the man said to me. She spoke as if to
put me at ease. Rats. She was too nice. I glanced at her, saw she was a
brunette with wide eyes and soft lips and a body as curvaceous as mine.
She appeared to be 19, no more. She had on a bikini top whose cups were
so narrow that they left most of her bosom exposed. Her panties lay over
her pussy but the string bows were completely untied. I realized they
must have been playing when my ball blew in. My eyes turned to her
boyfriend. My God! His swimsuit, despite being the fashionable baggy-
trunks kind, looked like its crotch was about to burst. His thing stood up
within it, quite frankly, unable to go down and, with me now heaving
before him, appearing to rise even more. He was brown-haired and
muscled and hairy. Casually, or as casually as he could muster, he picked
up a women�s magazine and opened it and dropped it over his crotch.
�Women�s Day,� the cover said, but the magazine was pitched at such a
steep angle it was obviously laid over a man. His girlfriend looked at him
and laughed.
�Sorry about my ball,� I gasped, still feeling the effects of my run.
�Sorry about my dick,� the man replied. I broke into giggles. Our
eyes met and lingered and when next I became aware of myself a female
hand was extending itself to me in greeting.
�Come and sit with us,� the man�s girlfriend told me. �We�re having
a picnic but we�ve brought too much food. Would you like some lunch?�
�Okay,� I breathed. I let my hand slip into hers. She drew me
between herself and her boyfriend. I admired her generosity. Happily I
settled next to her big beefcake and, after a moment�s hesitation, I lifted
up the copy of Women�s Day. �I like reading,� I said as innocently as I
could. He let me lift up the magazine and I gasped again as I was
confronted by his big crotch.
�In order to picnic with us you have to be bold enough to let me undo
your undies,� the man�s girlfriend said. I knew she didn�t want to be the
only one with untied panties.
�Alright,� I gulped. Nothing would tear me away from the sight of
that big man�s crotch, even if it meant losing my panties. Skillfully the
woman untied me. She left my panties lying over me, just like hers were.
�Now let�s do lunch,� she said. �I�m Sherry, by the way. And this is
Jeff.�
�Pleased to meet you, Jeff,� I said. I didn�t even look at Sherry.
�Me, or just the rest of me?� Jeff asked me frankly. I felt
butterflies in my tummy. This was all happening so fast! �Well, you are
kinda hairy,� I said in a meek voice. I didn�t want to offend him. �But I
don�t...� Could I dare say it? �I don�t mind meeting your swimtrunks!� I
said bravely.
�You�re either the world�s youngest tart or the sassiest virgin on the
beach,� Sherry said to me. She passed a plate of shrimp salad to me and I
found it laid down on my lap so that we all could share it.
�Neither,� I protested, and then instantly realized I�d just confessed
I wasn�t a virgin.
�Good,� Jeff replied. Together we consented to a silence then, a kind
of truce, as we all began dipping shrimp into the bowl of sauce in the
middle of the plate of salad. It was weird to have my lap be the serving
tray. Sherry offered me a shrimp from her fingers and I accepted it in my
mouth. I knew it gave me permission to feed her beautiful boyfriend. Soon
all three of us were dipping shrimp, but feeding any mouth but our own.
From all our giggling I know the other people on the beach wondered
what was up. But, glancing inside, all they saw was three people having
lunch, albeit a little playfully. Under the shade of our big umbrella it was
impossible for them to see that our bottoms were undone. We passed the
time leisurely, enjoying our lunch, me with my tummy a little tight at
what it all might portend. Sherry and Jeff seemed very relaxed. We
chatted amiably. They asked me about school, and when I told them my
grade they seemed taken aback a moment. But they didn�t hold it against
me. I guess Sherry herself hadn�t been in 8th grade that long ago. Sam,
who was no more than 25, probably remembered with lust balling his first
girls in that grade. When we finished lunch Sherry and I retied our
swimsuits and then we all went and played with my ball in the ocean. It
was fun. Sam proved himself better than me at volleyball.
Resting again under their umbrella, dripping from the sea, our bodies
cooled, Sherry grew serious.
�Sam and I are looking for something new,� she told me. �We want
to add a third person to our sex life. Just one, and just once. She must be
a stranger like you. That�s my rule, and Sam�s agreed. Because, this
mustn�t interfere with our marriage. But if you�d like to play with us
tonight we�d love to have you. Sam hasn�t done it in a week and he�s...
well, you can see the state he�s in.� I glanced over at his crotch and
nodded happily. Even after our swim he was still uncomfortably large in
the crotch. We�d had to keep him in water at least waist deep the whole
time he was in the ocean, just to minimize the chance of his erection
being seen.
�I guess I could party with you,� I said. �What will we do?� It was
Saturday. Mom was away for the weekend. I�d managed to snub all the
boys on the beach and now I was feeling a little lonely, if I couldn�t, you
know, play with Jeff.
�We do a little bondage,� Sherry confessed. She blushed a little as
she said it. She was kneeling next to me, a little earnestly, and she
reached back and ran her hands over her seat as she spoke. It was as if
she were remembering some past spanking, or anticipating another.
�I don�t think I want to get spanked,� I told her, quite honestly, but
as I said the words I leaned forward and let my lips come close to hers. I
was on my knees and I purposely arched my bottom at Jeff. Naughtily, as
if to straighten my bikini, I reached down and yanked up on the waist so
that the back of my seat went shooting into my ass.
Sherry cupped my breasts, very lightly, and nuzzled my lips. It was
a kind of half-kiss. We didn�t want to get caught out here on the beach! At
the same time Jeff slapped my ass playfully. I felt the sting and knew
deep down I relished it. Did I want more? God no, but I couldn�t stop the
feelings rising within me. Mixed with the sting from Jeff�s big hand was
the soft cupping of Sherry�s hands on my breasts, and her lips kissing
mine. It was so soft, so tender, yet with the threat of our very masculine
Jeff sitting behind us! I called him �our� in my mind. He would be �ours�
tonight, anyway, if I accepted!
�Do you want to?� Sherry breathed. Her voice sounded hot, fierce. I
felt her thumbs cross over my rising nipples and she tweaked at them
through my bra.
I gulped. It was now or never. Go home alone thinking of Jeff or let
him take me with him.
�Alright,� I gasped. At once Sherry stuck her tongue into my mouth.
I shouted but my shout was muffled by her gagging tongue.
�Let�s go,� Sherry said, a few minutes later. We rose from the
blanket and she picked up the picnic basket and Jeff folded up their
umbrella. I volunteered to roll up their blanket. Then Jeff picked up my
beach ball and we walked up the beach together, to their car. Somewhere
deep within my my conscience told me to say goodbye and leave them but I
shushed it and, at last, it left me alone.
Their house proved to be a low one-story structure up in the canyons
above L.A. The traffic, for some reason, was mercifully light on the
freeway and we got there much quicker than we might have. Perhaps God
was on my side, provided I didn�t mind a spanking. We hosed off outside.
Sherry and I had fun sticking the hose in Jeff�s trunks and filling up his
already filled crotch. We had to be careful. Jeff�s neighbors had a direct
view down onto his patio. Playfully he stuck the hose in our briefs but the
water was too strong. It threatened to rip our panties apart while
simultaneously pushing them right down our thighs. We had to console
ourselves to a Puritan shower. We rinsed off as best we could and then
went inside.
They had an elegant home. The interior was wall to wall carpets
with all new furniture. Sherry said she and I would finish our shower in
the guest room. She let Jeff have their bedroom for his shower. He
wanted to switch, so he could feel gallant, but she insisted that he was
master, and must have the master�s bathroom. I wondered what that left
Sherry and I being.
In the guest room, Sherry let me go first. We were being very
modest, but I guessed she wanted it that way. We would only be together
once, according to her rules. She wanted to make the whole thing as
special as possible. I was grateful because it gave me a chance to
reconsider. But, showering alone, feeling my aching tits and my cunt that
was already too excited, I knew there was no turning back. All I could
hope for now was that I would comport myself properly. Or should I say
acquit? After all, we would do it just once, then quit. Perhaps she meant
we would party all weekend, but that would be our only time together.
Soaping myself all over as I considered all this didn�t help lower my
temperature. I tried turning the shower water to �cold.� As I shrieked
under the icy spray I think Sherry knew I was still feeling shy.
�Hurry up. I want a shower too!� Sherry scolded me, peeking her
head through the curtain. I screamed again as she saw me naked for the
first time. �Silly, we�re both girls,� she said.
�I don�t want to get spanked!� I confessed to her.
�You�ll get double whatever�s coming to you if you don�t hurry up and
get out!� Sherry replied.
I finished up with a renewed sense of expediency. When I got out,
and got a towel wrapped around myself, Sherry let herself into the room
and Jeff was with her. All my thoughts of resisting vanished as I laid
eyes on him. Who could refuse such a big man? He had on plaid shorts and
a polo shirt. Telling myself not to, I let my eyes drop to his crotch. I
swallowed hard. It was bigger than ever, fine and upstanding and
obviously not too comfortable inside his fashionable shorts.
�You�ve got to get those shorts off you, poor man,� I said in a
whispery voice. It was a bold, ladylike thing to say, but my voice was high
as a choir girl�s and sounded quite nervous.
�Put this on,� Jeff replied. He offered me something that looked like
nothing but string.
�For me?� I asked. I plucked at it. It was nothing but string, except
for two postage stamp bra cups and a pair of undies that made a doily look
like a throw rug. He simply nodded. I accepted his gift. I stepped out of
the steamy bathroom. I saw a riding crop lying atop a dresser in the guest
room. It hadn�t been there when I�d gone for my shower. Jeff picked it up.
He held it with a familiar grip.
�Don�t worry, I won�t look,� Jeff told me. He turned his back on me.
I heard Sherry get into the shower in the bathroom and turn on the water.
She screeched as she found I�d left it, quite by accident, on �cold.�
Slowly I finished toweling myself off. There was no desire on my
part to rush for a man who was holding a crop! I combed out my hair. I put
on makeup, sitting nude in a chair, making Jeff wait for me. All the while
he obediently stood in the doorway, his arms folded, his back turned.
There was a Picasso on the wall in the hallway with nude women so I
guess he had something to look at, even if they were nothing but sharp-
angles and limbs. I thought the painting was silly, but perhaps he liked it.
Men probably like looking at any naked women they can find.
When I was done with my hair and makeup I resolved to try on my
new gift. I had to struggle just to figure out which end tied where. There
was no elastic anyplace. Sherry took her time in the shower. Perhaps she
was a little frightened of Jeff�s crop herself. At last, feeling queasy, I
got myself all tied and fitted. I looked in the mirror. My hard work had
been for nothing. My bosoms ballooned at me just like before, their
whiteness showing, just my nipples concealed. My pussy seemed half
undressed, the pouch of my panties was so small. And, turning around, I
found there was nothing but a single thread running down my ass crack. Oh
well, I wouldn�t have to keep pulling THESE panties out of my ass!
My only true consolation was that I saw an identical bikini (if you
could even call it that!) piled on the guest bed. I knew who that was for.
Well, if Sherry didn�t mind wearing something all stringy and ridiculous
like this, I guess I shouldn�t either. I admired her. I hoped I could have a
house and a husband this nice when I was 19. Maybe I�d figure out some
way to make Jeff a polygamist. It sure beat staying home at mom�s and
listening to her play records by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir!
I padded silently up to Jeff. For a moment I just stood there
admiring his build and his muscles. Then, feeling very brave, I reached up
and tapped him on the shoulder. He spun around.
�Oh, you�re done!� he exclaimed.
�You heard me come up behind you,� I reproached him. �You just like
staring at those naked ladies on the wall.� I smiled.
�Well, you�re a damn sight better than Modern Art!� he complimented
me.
�I like the Old Masters,� I said. I stuck out my lip and pouted.
�They�re full of guys... well, you know, Hercules and David and stuff.� He
smiled and stuck his thumbs in the strings that supposed they made up my
panties. Playfully he tugged at them, as if to pull them down.
�Jeff! Don�t! It�s all I have!� I shouted, giggling. He relented.
�Which brings me to my next question,� I said to him, knowing the answer,
and fearing it a little. �What else do you want me to wear?�
�Nothing at all,� he replied. �Nothing at all.� He smiled and tweaked
the cup that covered my right nipple. I thrust my tits at him.
�Sir, please don�t play with the merchandise,� I scolded. �Even if it
sticks itself in your face,� I added with a giggle. He liked my breasts.
They were young and high on my chest and tilted up like presents stacked
under a tree at Christmas. He reached up and lifted my chin with a finger
and offered my lips to himself. He bent down and kissed me. It was light,
like two new friends kissing when the man�s wife is gone, which was in
fact the case.
When he lifted his face from mine I looked down at his riding crop.
Gingerly I touched it.
�That looks awful,� I confessed.
�It feels awful,� he replied. I ran my finger along its length. It was
a hard stick of bamboo cut like a cylinder and encased in leather. At the
tip was a loop. I toyed with it. I put my finger through it as if it were a
penis and the loop was my hole.
�Why must we use it, then?� I inquired.
�I don�t know. I guess I just like seeing girls hit with it,� he
shrugged. I shivered. My spine wobbled and I felt my legs almost drop out
from under me. My ass cheeks, bare except for the single thread running
through them, waggled fearfully.
�I�m so nervous. I have to pee,� I confessed. He took me by the
wrist like a doctor might. He seemed to be checking my pulse, but instead
he frankly put his finger under my crotch and felt my cunny. He felt it
through the cloth of my panties, and I felt embarrassed because I�d already
moistened the thin piece of cloth pressing against me there, with my
juices.
�You didn�t PEE in your panties, did you?� Jeff asked.
�No,� I replied. He rubbed me a little. He removed his finger. He let
go of my wrist.
�Good,� he said. �Just hold whatever you have. You�ll go with my
permission, and not before. Is that understood?� I looked up at him. Dare
I say it? I glanced again at his crop.
�Yes,� I said very quietly, with lowered eyes. His finger darted
under my chin and he lifted my eyes to meet his.
�Yes?� he asked. He was frowning.
�Yes master,� I gulped. I forced my eyes down again because I
couldn�t bear to look at him, despite his finger under my chin. But when I
lowered my eyes from his face I found myself looking instead at his groin!
I was utterly captive and knew it. I raised my eyes again. �Yes master,� I
said again.
�That�s better,� he replied gruffly. �Why do you think I gave you
panties without any seat to them?�
�So... Ohhhh, so you can see my bottom?� I half-sighed. We were
much more intimate now than we�d been even a few minutes ago.
�Turn around,� he said. I gulped and hesitated a moment. Then,
relenting, I turned around so that my uncovered ass showed itself to him.
I could feel its plump curves attracting his eyes and I squeezed my cheeks
in a vain attempt to somehow hide myself from him.
Sherry stepped out of the shower. She had a big fluffy towel
wrapped around her, as if we were all at camp. She walked calmly past
me even as her husband told me to bend over and show him more of my
bottom.
�We�ll go cut some roses out back in a minute,� Sherry told me as
she walked past. Jeff roughly told me to bend farther, to touch my ankles
and grab on to them. Confused, I obeyed. We were going outside dressed
like this? With her back to us, Sherry, on the other side of the bedroom
now, dropped her towel. Sure, why not? The thread of her bikini�s panties
would, like mine, run through her bottom�s crack and hide nothing. Only
her nipples would be covered by her bikini, and not much of her pubic hair.
The bikini for her was laid on the guest bed and she picked it up and began
trying to figure it out. I think she�d worn one before, because it took her a
lot less time than me. Meanwhile, I was watching her with my hands on
my ankles and my blood rushing to my head. What was Jeff doing back
there? Too late, I turned to look.
WHACK! Jeff�s crop came blasting down onto my behind. My head
shot up and I grabbed my hinds and rubbed them furiously. I danced on my
toes and found Jeff laughing at me, Sherry too, although she at least had
the decency to put her hand over her mouth.
�Ooooh! OOOOHH! That HURT!� I yelped. Flexing my ass cheeks to try
to relieve the pain only made it sear within me again, as if a new stroke
had been laid. I shivered and shook and felt my breasts pop right out of my
top. When I finally settled down Sherry, dressed in her own bikini, came
up to me. Carefully she tucked my bosoms bag inside the nipple-cups that
formed my bra.
�I�m sorry, dear,� she said. �Jeff, that was very rude!� she scolded
her husband. It was all very well for her, she was standing on the
opposite side of me. But it made me nervous because I was between her
and Jeff and I still was facing him with my bare bottom! �You know we
have to go out back and cut flowers. How do you think she�ll feel having
the neighbors see her ass with a big bright red line across it?�
�I was just showing her why it�s so important to obey,� Jeff replied.
I thought I�d heard him unzip himself while I was bent over and, looking
again over my shoulder without being interrupted by the impact of a crop
on my bottom, I saw to my heartbeating surprise that he had his cock out!
It was bigger than any I�d ever imagined. It was almost a tree trunk, and
it was pulsing with a life of its own and had a big bulbous head that
twitched hungrily at me.
�Well, it�s very important to obey,� Sherry agreed, nodding. She
looked at me and finished straightening my bra. �Always do just what
Jeff says, right away. The crop will teach you that if you can�t learn it on
your own, so please do. I don�t want to see you hurt any more than you
have to be!� Sherry told me quite candidly. I felt myself swallowing and
wanted to run. But, looking back from her very serious eyes to Jeff�s cock
again, I resolved to stay. Anyway, we might be beyond my backing out. I
didn�t want to test my luck and find I had none!
�Now we�re going to go out into the backyard and clip some roses for
our party,� Sherry told me. She seemed to want to hurry me past any
thoughts I might have of begging to leave. �Let�s go out to the sunroom
and get some gloves so you won�t cut your fingers on any of the thorns.
And boots, too. The sprinkler might have come on in the last half-hour and
I don�t want your feet to get grass stains on them.� Sherry took my hand
and I found myself pulled past Jeff into the hall. �After all, I�m in no
hurry to party with a man with a riding crop, are you?� Sherry asked me.
�No,� I agreed. Jeff followed, but did not interfere or give us any
orders. We walked to the back of the house. There was a sunroom there. I
could see the sun setting beyond the clifftop.
�It�s very beautiful,� I said. There wasn�t much of a view but the
sky was all red and the canyon walls stood up above us, rising into the
sky, already deep in shadow.
�Thanks. It�s our first house,� Sherry said. �We want a bigger one
when we have kids. Plus, when we have kids I don�t want a dungeon in the
house.� She picked up some heavy work gloves. She fitted them over my
hands, careful not to break any of my nails.
�A dungeon? I don�t see...� I said. I looked around me. There were
just potted daisies and sunflowers in the sunroom.
�Downstairs,� Sherry said. She got work gloves for herself. �I
scream sometimes. Jeff can hit hard.� I looked back at him. He�d
somehow managed to stuff himself back into his trunks so the neighbors
wouldn�t see his manhood. I smiled, he didn�t smile back. He was enjoying
looking severe. At least, I hoped he was enjoying it. If I�d even suspected
he was serious I would have gone shooting out the door of the sunroom and
climbed (somehow) over the rock wall that separated Jeff and Sherry�s
from their neighbors. After all, I was 14. I didn�t HAVE to do this! I
didn�t have to do anything!
Sherry spread out a soft towel on a work bench. The bench looked
very clean and polished but she laid out the towel anyway, to make my
bottom more comfy. Well, I�d been struck with the crop. I�m sure I needed
all the comfort I could get! Sherry told me to sit down. When I did she
knelt in front of me. She got big rubber workboots for my feet and put
them on me, putting socks on me first so the tops of the boots wouldn�t
chafe my calves. The socks stretched up to my knees. They were nice and
soft, like the towel I was sitting on. I watched her, feeling odd with my
big boots and gloves on, but only the tiniest of bikinis. My mom was
embarrassed about my breasts when I wore a t-shirt. What would she say
if she saw me in a bra the size of two postage stamps?
When Sherry and I were both dressed in our work boots and gloves
we went out back to the garden. I sighed in appreciation as I saw bush
after bush blooming with roses. Little flowers of blue and pink and gold
ran between the bushes and the lawn, moist with the sprinklers, was cut
like a golf course green. Together Sherry and I padded across the carpet-
like lawn and began our task of cutting roses for our party. Jeff carried a
bag for us to put them in. It was clear plastic. I looked up at their
neighbors� house. I saw a light go on in the second floor window. Then it
went off again, and I feared I knew why.
�Keep working,� Jeff admonished me. �You�re not out here to admire
the scenery.�
�Who�s in the bedroom upstairs?� I asked.
�Just some boy who�s been saved, for the moment at least, from
going on the Internet and looking for porn,� he replied.
�Nothing beats girls in the flesh,� I gulped. But I said it so quietly I
hoped Jeff didn�t hear me. He seemed to have a thing against backtalk.
Could the boy see my bottom, where I�d already been hit? I hoped not.
Could his parents see me? I could just see the boy�s mother, staring down
at me from their second floor window, and wondering if she should call
the police. Well, I hadn�t been reported missing. My mom was out of town.
But she would know that Jeff wasn�t my dad. He was too young. So that
only left, well, a niece maybe? I don�t think even uncles can dress their
nieces in nothing bikinis and whack their bottoms with riding crops. I
glanced at Jeff but he seemed utterly unconcerned.
�Bend over more,� Jeff told me. His voice was loud. Too loud. �The
roses along the bottom of the bush need to be trimmed,� he said. �There�s
a groundhog in the area and she�ll just come and eat them if we don�t cut
them off.�
�Jennifer! You�re supposed to be doing your homework!� I heard a
woman�s voice shout. It sounded stressed. A bedroom window next to the
first where the light had come on and gone off again came on. Then,
mysteriously, that light went out too, and did not reilluminate.
�Honey, I really do think those bikinis you bought for yourself and
our niece in France are too small,� Jeff said. �I�m going to have to insist
that you send them back.�
�Alright dear,� Sherry called out to him. We picked roses from the
lowest branches on the bushes, bending way over, showing our heinies to
whomever it was that was looking.
�I swear, I thought you were that damn groundhog,� Jeff said to me
as I bent and showed off my fanny with the mark across it. �Well, if you
girls flush it out from under one of those bushes, make sure you scream. I
don�t want to kill it so I guess this crop will have to do. Hopefully one
good whack will scare it into never coming back.�
Sherry barely suppressed a giggle. I found myself amazed at how
Jeff, even holding a riding crop and dressing us in wild bikinis, had
somehow managed to announce to the neighbors that we weren�t up to
anything bad. I glanced at his crotch. Well, that was still visible.
Shouldn�t that make everyone know right off what was up?
�I sure hate having to spend every night watching tapes on the Holy
Bible,� Jeff said. He was having a very fun time, I realized. �I mean,
we�re MARRIED, honey! Really, you church girls are no fun at all.�
Oh well, that settled that. I hoped his neighbors were just a little
gullible. Imagine, two nearly naked girls in a back yard, one obviously not
an adult, the other barely an adult, dressed in bikinis that would make a
stripper blush and superintended by a man with a riding crop and a hard on!
I almost had to stop working, it was so funny. But laughing might blow
the whole deal. I couldn�t help myself. Suddenly I found myself bolting
upright and laughing so hard my ribs hurt. Sherry began laughing too. We
were almost hysterical.
�Stop telling jokes!� Jeff said very loudly. �You�re supposed to be
working, not fooling around! We need those flowers for church tomorrow!�
My apologies to Ralph Reed, but that really cut me and Sherry up. We
laughed and laughed and laughed and had to make sure and turn around and
face away from their neighbor�s house because our boobs popped right out
of our tops and there was no way to get them back in or keep them there
while we were laughing. Of course, turning around did nothing for keeping
our asses modest. They jiggled freely as we laughed ourselves silly. Our
bottoms were high and tight but they had a nice fleshiness to them,
Sherry�s especially, that I know must have made Jeff impossibly hard.
Already I was getting the feeling that he was an ass man. Well, he had no
regrets looking at us! I just hoped the neighbor boy was a tit-boy, or
whatever it is boys are who don�t get turned on my girl�s asses.
When we finally had enough roses we came back inside. It was cool
inside now. The house was open and the night air had filled it. It had been
cool in the afternoon, sequestered down in the depths of the canyon, but as
night settled in the coolness took on a noticeable bite to it. I didn�t mind.
I knew my bottom would be too warm soon!
Sherry and I shed our work things in the sunroom. It was full of dusk
now. Instead of turning on a light she lit a simple candle and we
undressed by it. We kept on just our little bikinis. She had me sit down on
the bench again and she found heels for me in a closet and strapped them
on. I stood up in them. The ankle straps were very thin and I wobbled a
moment in them before I was able to gain my balance.
�Can you walk in high heels?� Sherry asked. She reached out and
took my hands to keep me from falling over.
�Yes,� I answered. As a preteen I�d practised quite a lot, daring to
dream of growing up, walking up and down the sidewalk and swinging my
bottom so all the men looked, even the fathers, when they drove past in
their cars with the little hearts on their license plates to keep all us
children safe. But I was used to wearing sneakers.
�Try walking in them. I don�t want you to break your ankle,� Sherry
said to me. I took a step, then another. My bottom rolled atop my legs
salaciously. The heels were high.
�I can do it, see?� I told her. Except for standing up I was okay. It
had just been awhile, that�s all. Playing on the beach every day makes you
forget how to be elegant.
�Alright,� Sherry answered. �Do they feel comfortable? I can
almost guarantee you they�re the one item you won�t be taking off!�
I shivered. �Yeah, as long as I can lie down most of the time they
should be okay,� I quipped.
�I�ll keep that in mind,� Jeff said. He was having fun watching us.
�Oh Jeff, you�re just a big rude animal,� Sherry scolded him. �But
I�ll put heels on for you sweetie, since that groundhog still hasn�t shown
up and you might decide that I�m a groundhog instead!�
�You�re looking more like one every minute,� Jeff replied wryly.
�Thanks, honey,� Sherry said dryly. She sat down and I put on the
heels she�d chosen for herself. Hers were even more challenging than
mine. I wore four-inchers, but she was determined to party in fives.
Carefully I buckled her straps so that they would be nice and tight and not
make her trip. There were several buckles on hers and I had to do each
one. By the time I got done, I realized her feet were practically prisoners!
Sherry stood up. �They really do lift up your bottom, don�t they?�
she asked me. To tease Jeff she turned her fanny toward him. Hers was
nice and high but, mounted on her legs with her feet strapped into those
heels, she looked absolutely heavenly! Jeff was forced to clear his throat,
looking at her. We both showed him our asses then, and waggled them at
him like whores just to tease him. He was forced to clear his throat again
and, when he had, he said in almost a pleading voice,
�Can we please party now?�
�Yes,� I agreed. �I have to go pee but Jeff won�t let me.�
�Well then we must certainly start the party,� Sherry said. She took
my hand and led me up the hall to small study. Within were all sorts of
law books, even code books describing all the penal codes and all the
penalties.
�Jeff was studying to be a lawyer, but now he�s decided to be a
doctor instead,� Sherry told me confidentially. He strode in behind us and
Sherry bent down and lifted back the end of a throw rug, exposing a trap
door. Here, in the study, the floor was made of long planks of wood. My
breath caught in my throat when I saw the trap door in the floor. This was
going to be a real dungeon! Totally private, sound-proofed. Did I really
want to go down there? Jeff bent down and pulled up the trap door. It
swung open on hinges. It looked too heavy for either of us girls.
�Ladies first,� Jeff said generously. He pointed at the dark hole in
the floor. Sherry lit a candle. It was stuck in a silver boat-shaped holder
designed to keep her fingers from getting burned. Carefully she walked
with it over to the hole in the floor. She put a hand on Jeff�s big shoulders
and he held her gently as she found her footing on the ladder in the hole
and began her descent.
I watched Sherry go down in the hole. She seemed to shiver a little.
A cold wafting of air came up from the hole, even chillier than the air
upstairs. When her head had disappeared within the hole I looked at Jeff.
�I don�t want to go,� I said to him. His answer was to unzip himself.
Fearfully I watched as he performed a silent strip show for me, presenting
his cock to me first and then shucking his shorts off, lifting off his shirt
to show me his bare chest, leaving only his sneakers. �You can�t wear
sneakers in bed,� I said. He was blocking the door. What else could I say?
�There�s no bed down there,� he answered. I gulped hard and took
one last look at his riding crop, then his dick. He pointed at the hole in the
floor and I knew there was no way I could get past him to escape from this
room and this house.
�Alright,� I said. Shakily I put myself against him and I began down
the ladder. Sherry�s light could be seen down below, lighting the way for
me. Slowly I descended. His cock was in my way and I kept bumping it as
I tried to lower myself into the hole. For once it wasn�t turning me on. I
was too scared of what was going to happen to me. But I somehow
managed to get down inside the hole and find my way down the ladder. As
I alighted upon the stone floor of the dungeon Jeff leapt down the ladder
after me and closed the trap door over his head so no one would know we
were here.
Sherry lit candles for us. They were set in the wall. When she was
done she blew her candle in the boat holder out. I gazed about me. I
pressed my arms together in front of me, nervously, and regarded my
strange surroundings. It looked like some perverted room Bilbo Baggins
might retreat to when he had ladyfriends over. It was a stone chamber,
filled with equipment. Jeff and Sherry had anything and everything a
girl�s mother always warned her to never encounter. The kinds of things I
imagined strangers owned, when I was a little girl. Big paddles, with
holes cut through them. Masks and hoods and blindfolds. A whipping post,
and beside it a cage, so small a girl could only crouch inside. A rape rack
was built into one wall where a girl could be tied and fucked standing up.
Next to it a trestle stood where a girl could be bent over and fucked. Like
Jeff had warned me, there was no bed anyplace. Just a stone floor and
endless variations on torture equipment.
�Welcome to our dungeon,� Sherry said to me. �You�re a little
overdressed for it at the moment but we�ll take care of that.� I turned
from my fearful appraisal of the room to see her bringing a big double-
decker cake out from what looked to be a kitchenette. She laid it down on
a table with cuffs on it. The table was obviously designed to be something
a girl could be punished on, but for the moment it would just be an
ordinary table, with our cake on top of it. Next she went back to the
kitchen and returned with a chilled bottle of liquor. She set it down next
to the cake. She went back to the kitchen and brought out two wine
glasses.
�Is there a bathroom down here?� I asked. I remembered I had to
pee. My need was quite pronounced now. I put a hand to my pussy to still
my desire to pee right then and there, on their floor.
Sherry laughed. �Down here? No, darling. Jeff will have you pee
when it suits him. If you can�t hold it, of course, you�ll get extra
punishment. It�s your choice.� Pleadingly I turned and looked at Jeff. He
was expressionless. And quite naked. His big cock stood up stiff and
demanding. Didn�t he have to pee?
I turned back to Sherry to see her coming at me with a knife.
�Sherry! I�m sorry--I don�t have to pee!� I cried. (Even though I did.)
�Silly, I�m just going to cut off all these clothes you�re wearing,�
she said.
�All these--?� I began. But she resolutely put her knife to my bra.
With the sharp end of her knife pointing outward she cut the slim string
that held my cups on and they both popped off. There was nothing left of
my bra except the neck tie, with the center string right between my
bosoms cut away. But she insisted on cutting the neck tie too. The
remains of my bra, severed and useless, fell to the floor.
�Now for your panties,� Sherry said.
�Sherry, its cold down here and--� I began, but my plea went
unanswered. She put her knife along my hip, slipping it under my
drawstring, and slashed away my panties. They quickly skittered down my
legs. They did not wait to be cut again, like my bra.
�There, that�s better,� Sherry smiled. She handed me the knife.
�Now do me. We mustn�t have anything left to wear.�
�Well, I can�t wear my bikini again, there�s no question about that,� I
said ruefully. It lay in pieces on the floor and I doubted any seamstress
could reattach those little strings.
Reluctantly I lifted the knife and put it between her breasts. �Well,
they were kind of uncomfortable bikinis,� I mused.
�Yes,� Sherry agreed. I cut her bra open. She gave a little yelp as
her nipples sprang out. �Sorry, I just-- careful with that knife!� Sherry
said.
I looked at her nipples. They were long and delicate and my knife
was big and sharp. Did I hate her for bringing me down here? No, I didn�t.
I�d asked to come. At least I think I had. I put my knife down to her
panties. �In Africa they cut off a girl�s clit,� I said aloud.
�I know,� Sherry answered. Her voice had a little tremble in it. I
cut her panties away. They fell down her legs.
�Now let�s cut the cake,� Sherry said. She took the knife back from
me. We left our ruined bikinis lying in the floor. We walked over to the
table and Jeff followed us. Sherry took a match and lit the candles on top
of the cake. There were a lot of them. She said each one was for a time
her husband had fucked her. They were more newly married than I�d
thought.
When all the candles were lit Sherry took me by the hand. �We�ve
got to blow them out together, and promise to serve Jeff to the best of our
ability,� she told me.
�Alright,� I answered. �Do I get to pee then?�
�You may pee whenever you wish. Just be prepared to be punished
for it,� Sherry said. �Don�t you think I have to pee too?� She squeezed my
hand. �Do your best, or we�re both in for a royal spanking.� With that, she
drew in her breath. I followed her example. I didn�t know what else to do.
I still didn�t want a spanking, even one made for royalty! Our bosoms rose
high on our chests. We blew. Our bosoms shook as we exhaled over the
scented candles.
�You missed one,� Jeff said when we�d blown all our air out.
�Oh, no!� Sherry cried. She bent and blew quickly again, her bare
breasts swaying sweetly beneath her. The candle went out, but it was too
late. It counted against us. �I knew I shouldn�t have smoked in high
school,� Sherry said regretfully.
�Let�s eat first. I�m hungry,� Jeff said. �Cut the cake.�
�Thank God for your stomach,� Sherry said. She turned and regarded
him. His tummy was flat and hard but he loved cake, and we couldn�t help
but love him for that! �Don�t you have to pee, dear?� Sherry asked her
husband as she sliced into our cake. He said nothing. All men have big
bladders. At least all the ones with big cocks do. I guess that�s why us
girls have to go so often. We have nothing but pussies!
Sherry gave me a slice of cake first. She lifted it with her hands.
�Don�t you have plates?� I asked.
�Of course not, dear,� Sherry smiled. �We go primitive down here.
Take this piece. It has a flower on it and Jeff doesn�t like the flowers.� I
accepted the cake.
�Um, how do I eat it?� I asked.
�Just break off pieces and put them in your mouth,� Sherry smiled.
�It�s finger food!�
We stood around eating our cake. I tried to eat as daintily as I could,
and Sherry did too. I didn�t really want cake all over me. Jeff ate
casually, like a man does, not really caring whether he makes a mess or
not. I guess it was he who�d insisted on no plates or forks, just a big
knife. This dungeon seemed to be perfect for men and their fantasies.
Jeff�s crop waited on the table for him while he munched on his cake.
�I wanted chocolate. This is vanilla,� he told Sherry.
�It�s Angel�s Food cake, dear,� Sherry corrected him.
�Well, no matter, you�re getting spanked already for not blowing out
all the candles, plus embarrassing me by laughing outside.�
�For laughing?� Sherry asked. �We were allowed to laugh if we
wanted.�
�Says who?� Jeff asked.
�Um, yes master,� Sherry replied. She looked at me and rolled her
eyes. I hoped Jeff wasn�t really serious. It sounded like we were both in
for a serious tanning, and I still had to go to the bathroom!
When we were done eating our pieces of cake we licked each other�s
fingers clean. It was very sensuous. I�d never done something like this
before and I found sucking on each of Sherry�s digits fascinated me. I
wondered what it would be like to suck on her toes, or have her suck mine,
or have all three of us sucking each other. I felt wetter than ever between
my legs, and I still hadn�t gotten permission to pee.
Sherry picked up the bottle of champagne. I feared she would aim it
at me. Instead, as I backed away, she popped the cork and shot the
spurting contents all over Jeff�s dick. He howled with surprise. She hosed
him real good, getting his big thing all wet and directing the spray down
under his legs to shoot it all over his balls. He did not insist on
retaliating.
�Well, I�m glad you took that like a man,� Sherry smiled at him.
�Just pour me a drink,� he answered. �And then you two finish the
bottle.�
Sherry and I stared at each other. We already had to go to the
bathroom quite badly. Jeff passed up a chance at one of the two glasses
on the table and drank from the bottle directly. Then he handed it back to
Sherry and told her to fill our glasses with whatever was left. We each
had to drink two whole glassfuls and I found myself a little tipsy when it
was over.
�Don�t be worried about getting a little drunk. You�ll be glad for it
when we pay for all our crimes and misdemeanors,� Sherry assured me.
She took my glass from me and put it back on the table. It was quite
empty, and my tummy was quite full and sparkly.
Sherry turned to Jeff. She was wriggling and I was too. �Jeff, I
mean, Master, may we please have permission to pee?!� Sherry asked him.
Her face took on an anguished look and I saw she was standing with her
thighs pressed tightly together. I put my hand down to my pussy and held
it. I did really have to go, just like I used to when I was in kindergarten!
�You don�t have my permission, but if you want to get less
punishment for it you�ll use your champagne glasses and at least do it like
proper young ladies,� Jeff said. He slapped his thigh with his riding crop.
�Oh, thank you, master!� Sherry said, half campily, but to my great
relief, at least! She gave me my glass back and led me over to a little
drain set in the middle of the stone floor. �Crouch down. We�ll pee and
then empty our glasses into the drain.�
�Sherry, I have to go more than one glassful!� I told her.
�Well, you�ll have to stop your flow, then,� she answered. She
crouched down, eager to go. �Don�t pee on the floor or your hand, whatever
you do. You�ll get extra strokes for missing the glass or overfilling it.�
She began peeing. She�d played this game with her husband before, I
guessed, for when her glass was full she very neatly stopped her flow
with her abdominal muscles and held herself in while she emptied her
glass into the drain. I got down, crouching like a mare in the barn. How
could I possibly pee this way? It was so obscene! But one look at Jeff
with his crop assured me that I�d better find a way.
I peed into my glass. I couldn�t stop myself. It wasn�t my fault, I
told myself, I�d had to go longer than Sherry. But she scolded me, still
crouching and peeing herself, as she saw me overfill my glass.
�I�m sorry master,� I said with utter sincerity, looking up at Jeff.
�Extra strokes,� he replied. �You remember that one I have you in
the bedroom upstairs?� I reached back and touched my heinie and suddenly
found I was able to stop my flow.
�Yes,� I breathed. It still hurt. Fortunately it hadn�t formed a welt.
But I had no doubt if I stayed the night I wouldn�t be so lucky by morning.
Sherry and I finished our peeing. I was less than expert at it.
Tutting her disapproval, Sherry went to the kitchenette. She returned
with a soft wet towel and wiped me between my legs. �I daresay I got a
bit more than pee down there,� she scolded me.
�Well, I am a little excited,� I replied. She wiped herself too, and I
knew she was as liquidy between her legs as I was. Even Jeff was
dripping pre-cum. We were all quite enamored of each other�s bodies. We
had absolutely nothing on, and our surroundings were lewd, to put it
mildly. Everything down here seemed designed to inflict pain. I glanced
again at all the awful things that surrounded me. Whips, hanging on a
wall, dreaming of days past and hoping to be chosen again. A chair with a
seat I just knew, from the hinges at the back of it, that was designed to
fall away. There was a chafing dish down in the center of the chair�s
interconnected legs. It had coals in it, waiting to be lit. Talk about
getting a hot seat! A girl would find herself sitting on just a small ledge,
the rest of the chair�s seat gone, dropped away, and the chafing dish,
intended to cook food, would instead be used to cook her bottom!
�Come honey,� Sherry said to me. She took my wrist. �It�s time we
see which one of us gets whipped first.� She drew me in amongst the
equipment. I saw a long rubber mat laid down in amongst the implements
of torture. It was back behind the chair. It ran on and on, like a runway,
back through the machines. They�d been moved aside to accommodate it. I
saw that someone had covered it entirely with whipped cream.
�We have our cleaning lady set up the room for us when we want to
play,� Sherry said. �She came in while we were at the beach. She�s quite
old, and speaks only Spanish. She�s homeless, but she lives in a shanty
down the road.� I remembered passing a homeless settlement of illegal
aliens as we drove into the canyon. �She�s never told anyone, and I expect
her not to, either, or I�ll report her to INS. She�s cleans up the dungeon
afterward too, of course.� Sherry tossed her head. Her hair was luxurious
and brown, like the hills that enclosed us. I wondered if we�d ever be old
someday. �Anyway, this is our little competition. Jeff�s always made me
do it alone before. It�ll be fun to have someone to beat,� Sherry explained.
�Those two bolsters behind the chair are what you and I will get down on.
You have to ride it with your pussy against it, dragging it down to the
other end of the mat with you. You can lift your head and bosoms but you
have to keep your pussy against the bolster as much as possible. Jeff will
watch for infractions.�
�What happens when we get to the far end of the mat?� I asked,
staring into the gloom. It ended somewhere down there. Jeff flicked a
lightswitch and the shadows drew back. I saw more awful equipment, and,
running through them, the runway like mat layered with cream.
�At the end of the mat, you have to put your hands back behind you
and open yourself. This is to show Jeff you�re not using your hands for
this part of the contest. There�s a big soft pillow at the end of the mat,
one for each of us. Rest your chin on it. Above your pillow you�ll see a hot
dog. It�s cold and raw, but you have to eat it as fast as you can. It�s held
by a cock ring fitted near the base of the wall. I don�t know what the
people who built this dungeon used those screw-down rings in the wall for
but we just stick hotdogs in them. Eat your hot dog right down to the cock
ring and lick and bite out whatever is left stuck inside the ring. The wall
is recessed to let you get at the ring, so don�t hesitate. And don�t gag,
either. Jeff knows CPR but he�s liable to pound you to smithereens trying
to do it. I don�t even let him practise it on me, he�s so rough. When you�re
all finished look for the whistle lying between our pillows. There�s only
one, and the winner gets it. Grab it using just your tongue and teeth and
blow hard. Then you�ll be the winner.�
�What do I get for winning?� I asked.
�It�s more like what you don�t get,� Sherry replied, and said no more.
Jeff made me sit down on the hot seat. I was deathly afraid he
intended to burn my bottom, but Sherry told me not to worry. He fitted big
iron rings to my ankles, right over the ankle straps for my shoes. He
locked them in place. They were connected by a heavy chain. When I stood
up I found the chain dragged along the floor when I walked. Fortunately,
the floor was smooth. Some workman must have labored down here for
months making the floor just right. Sherry assured me it wasn�t she or
Jeff. They�d bought the house this way, and simply added themselves to it.
�It was dusty down here when we first bought it, but that�s it,�
Sherry said. �Our cleaning lady cleaned it up for us, of course. It�s nice to
have a cleaning lady. I think maybe a child molester or drug dealer or
somebody owned this house before us. We found the dungeon on our own.
The realtor never mentioned it. And,� she looked at Jeff. �It definitely
wasn�t included in the price.�
Jeff put heavy iron manacles on my wrists. These he left unchained
so I could move my arms in front of myself or behind myself. I was
grateful for that. I felt more excited than ever as I watched Sherry put
into the same kind of manacles I wore. We were both so beautiful, could
we really be letting a man fit us out with irons? We had absolutely
nothing on but our chains. I looked at Jeff and saw he was inexplicably
hard, bigger even than he�d been earlier. The champagne had dried from his
cock but it shone with a kind of glow of its own. I longed to just skip the
competition and pledge and enslave myself to his penis forever. �His Royal
Penis,� I�d call him. Skip the royal punishment he�d promised us. His penis
was so huge it promised to be punishment enough, just trying to get it
inside me.
I looked at Sherry frankly as she stood up beside me.
�These are heavy,� she said, feeling her bonds. �You didn�t chain me
before, Jeff.�
�There�s a first for everything, and you promised you�d try anything
once,� Jeff replied.
�Sherry, are you going to let me love your husband as much as you
do?� I asked her. She looked at me.
�You mean, am I going to let him fuck you?�
�Well, yes, if I want him to,� I said. Jeff laughed.
�I guess so,� she replied. �But remember. We�re only doing this
once. After that he�s all mine again, and you go back to your beachball and
your mom.�
�You�re a bitch,� I said to her. �Jeff will like me better than you
when this night is over.�
�What a great time for a competition!� Jeff exclaimed. �Get on your
bolsters, girls.� He walked to the wall and hung up his crop and got down
a long whip.
�What�s that for?� I asked him.
�You don�t want to lose the race, do you?� he asked.
�No,� I said.
�Well, if you fall behind, I�ll whip your bottom, like a horse, so you�ll
race faster.� Jeff grinned at me.
�You�re so helpful, Jeff,� Sherry sighed. She looked at me. We were
a little less envious of each other now as we contemplated our mutual
fate. �There�s no polite way to do this, no matter what the rules,� she
said. Looking down, I could see that if I got down on that big bolster,
putting it between my legs so I could pull it down the mat to the other
end, I�d be showing off my tail. Not just a little, but a lot. I�d practically
be flaunting it!
�Did Jeff invent this game?� I asked Sherry.
�Yes,� she sighed. Without further ado she plopped down onto her
bolster. Like mine, it was encased it a white sheet-like covering, tied off
at both ends, to make it slide smoothly. There was some lace trim on the
bolster, making it pretty. I imagined it had come from some very nice,
white-sheeted daybed. The bed, of course, was nowhere to be seen.
Lying atop her bolster, Sherry�s thighs fell off it on either side,
much like when one lies atop a big horse. Her knees and calves lay frankly
in the cream of on the mat. Her elbows, too, were forced to take purchase
on the mat, where they sank into the cream.
�Under the cream is a layer of vaseline, just to make everything as
slick as possible,� Sherry said. She had to turn her head and look behind
herself, over her shoulder, to talk to me. Her hair tumbled down over her
slim shoulders and the ends of it skimmed the cream.
�Sherry, I can see your butthole and your pussy and everything, just
like you�re a newborn,� I said to her.
�I know,� she blushed. �Get down here beside me. You�re not
allowed to be a spectator!�
I flopped down onto my bolster. I could feel my pussy and ass open
up behind me as I spread my thighs to get myself properly down on my
bolster.
�These chains are going to slow us down and make us have to work
harder,� I said to Sherry.
�I know, dear. That�s why Jeff made us put them on. Don�t fall
behind,� she added, with a quick glance at Jeff�s dangling whip. He�d let
the tip dangle over our bottoms as a warning.
�Ready girls?� Jeff asked.
�No,� I admitted.
�Kelly, you get a head start,� Jeff told me. �Since you�ve never done
this before. But at the halfway mark I�m going to start encouraging
whoever is behind.�
�Okay,� I gulped. It was all I could think to say.
�Ready, set, go!� Jeff shouted. He lashed his whip against the back
of the hot seat chair to let us know we�d better get moving.
I yanked and pulled at the front of my bolster. It slipped easily
along the mat. But keeping my pussy pressed down to it meant my tail
was holding me back. It felt wide and open behind me, but I knew just
crawling on all fours and dragging the bolster without lying on it would
get me an instant whipping.
I pulled and pulled and pulled at my bolster. I quickly found out that
keeping my belly pressed down to it meant my cunny was getting rubbed
each time I pulled on my bolster. I gasped at the pleasure. I�d be
screaming by the time I got to the other end! This was a kind of self-
masturbation!
�Go!� I heard behind me. Sherry had been given permission to start.
Like seals we bobbed nude on our bolsters trough the sea of cream. My
head bounced up and down as I slid along, doing a kind of breast stroke
with my legs, the chains holding me back, making me struggle more. I
yanked at the front of my bolster and Jeff, appearing beside me, watched
with pleased amazement as my boobies flung themselves all around, twin
little beach balls caught forever in a juggling crosswind.
Sherry came up alongside me. �Halfway!� she breathed. But she was
tired from working so hard to catch me. Her pace was forced to slow a
little and we bobbed along, neck and neck. I was getting the hang of this
now and I found I could just keep pace with her. Then, suddenly, I saw her
head pass mine. I felt a stinging rebuke on my bottom.
�Yeeeowwww!� I screeched.
�Go, Kelly! You�re my girl!� Jeff laughed. Squirming atop my bolster
I tried extra hard to catch Sherry. I did, and she hollared as the whip
landed on her. Mightily we struggled then, each of us almost neck and
neck. Whenever one of us fell even a little behind Jeff gave us his
�encouragement,� flaying our bottom with a stroke of his whip.
Howling, panting, swooning from the rubbing of our clits against the
bolsters, Sherry and I raced down the length of the mat. She arrived at her
pillow just before I did and I felt Jeff�s whip strike hard into my
asscheeks to make me be sorry.
�Owwwwoooo!� I yelped. But I just as quickly forced myself to take
the big hot dog waiting over my pillow. I stuffed as much of it into my
mouth. I gobbled at it like I�d never eaten anything in my life. Beside me,
Sherry greedily ate at hers. Neither of us wanted to lose. At the same
time, to keep ourselves from cheating, we reached back and spread our
flaming asses for Jeff. I felt quite fearful doing it, sure he would whip
me right on my pussy. But he waited, seeing now who would win.
I ate my hotdog right down to the cock ring in the wall. I licked the
ring clean. I looked for the whistle between our pillows, and saw Sherry
doing the same. �Please, God, I MUST have that whistle!� I begged Jesus. I
saw Sherry�s tongue sticking out. She almost had it! We went at each
other then, fighting with our tongues, each of us trying to push the other�s
mouth back. The whistle was right between us, just above our noses. It
was hard fighting and keeping my ass open for Jeff, but I dared not let go
of my behind. He let his whip�s tail dangle and lick at my bottom just to
make sure I remembered it.
�Tweeet! Tweeet!� I heard in my ears. Did I have it? No! That
momentary remembrance of the state of my bottom had let Sherry steal
away with the whistle. She blew on it like a madwoman, still keeping her
bottoms apart with her hands to show she hadn�t cheated.
I began crying. I had tried so hard, and I�d lost. Now I was naked in a
dungeon with just a whipped ass and nothing else, save the chains that
weighed down my feet and the manacles locked to my wrists. And my
heels, of course, with heels so high I risked breaking an ankle walking in
them. And, on top of that, I was up to my legs and elbows in whipped
cream. My pussy ate hungrily at me. I�d rubbed it on the bolster so much
it felt like it had some sensual fire burning within it. Bravely I kept my
hinds open to show I�d at least tried my best. I was sure Jeff would flay
me alive with his whip but instead he just knelt down behind me and
kissed me. On my ass, of course. I let go of my fanny and grabbed my
pillow with my hands and bit into it. He licked and licked and licked at me
right on all the marks he�d given me with the whip. Pressing my face into
my pillow I bit it, hard. I prayed he decided to fuck me, anyplace, instead
of beating me more with that awful whip. It was a devil�s bargain, but I
still didn�t want to be spanked, even now, even with my chains on and my
bottom bare.
�Jeff,� Sherry whined beside me. �You�re supposed to fuck the
winner!�
�Well, I changed my mind,� Jeff said behind me. I felt a rude bump
against my tail and realized it was his cock.
�Ohhhh!� Sherry glowered. She got up and found she could do little
with the heavy chains weighing her down. She kicked my arm with her
open-toed shoes. �You�re the loser! You�re supposed to get whipped!�
Sherry shrieked at me. I wanted to tell her that I was going to steal her
house and her husband too, but I knew taking Jeff in my ass wasn�t going
to be easy. I felt a slick wetness bump into me again and realized he�d
lubed himself up. A quick spooning of his cock on the tarmac would have
taken care of that. I bit my pillow and waited. He rimmed my hole with a
finger that felt like it had been scraped on the tarmac. It was greasy and
he tested my hole with it.
�God, she�s tight,� Jeff said to his wife. She knelt down beside him
and looked at my fanny as if she were a nurse.
�Don�t spare her, Jeffie,� she said. �Make her take all of you.� She
was vengeful.
�This is going to hurt. But if you prefer it to a whipping, it�s what
you�re going to get,� Jeff told me.
�It�s what you WANT her to get,� Sherry said.
�So it is,� Jeff replied. I felt his hardness knock against my ass.
Squeezing my eyes shut I tried not to squeeze my cheeks. I knew I�d have
to be as open as possible to take his monster thing. Sherry, feeling a
little less put out now at seeing how I�d have to suffer to accept him
within me, rubbed my bottom. Then she parted my cheeks with her hands.
Jeff pushed himself forward. In the cream, his knees sliding, he didn�t
have much to purchase himself on. I felt his cockhead press hard against
my sphincter. For a moment it was just his penis tip and my hole, doing a
kind of pole dance, with his pole trying to sink into my hole. I could feel
his weight bearing fiercely down on me as he shifted his hips forward to
fuck me. His knees slid out from under him and I found his body atop mine,
his pole pressing unbearably hard. I gasped. I bit my pillow and prayed to
God. Sherry yanked my cheeks wider apart and, suddenly, thinking of
myself as nothing but openness, and mischievously hoping to poop out a
turd, I suddenly found him up inside me. I was plugged! Not by much, just
the first half of his cockhead, but it was a start.
For the next hour he worked over me, slowly, getting deeper and
deeper as the seconds ticked by. I cried and wept into my pillow. Sherry
bent down, letting herself sprawl in the cream, and licked at my pussy.
Jeff worked like a stallion breaking in a new mare until, at last, I had
enough of him inside me to let him do his work. Back and forth he shunted,
and when he let himself go I felt a huge spurting of his cum deep into the
very depths of my bowels.
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