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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Song of the Cane
Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Being a Sex Offender
Chapter One
He was waiting for the company driver. He checked his watch. It
was late; why couldn�t the driver ever pick him up on time? He gazed
down along the street. The traffic was thick. He saw a cab coming, a red
cab. Perhaps he should just ditch the company car and take a cab instead,
he mused. Would the company mind? He was a new executive; he wasn�t
sure how they�d feel about it. And then, suddenly, he saw something that
made him completely forget the driver, the company car, or the red cab.
Even with her clothes on, he could tell she was a catch. Her breasts
preceded her, big round slumbrous tits that were made for giving milk,
filling big bucketfuls, he thought, like a prize heifer at a farm show.
Below her tits was a trim little waist. It was as small and delicate as
her tits were large. He watched her in awe, gazing at her as she crossed
the street, savoring the way her hips moved, wondering why the top half
of her body didn�t simply snap off from the bottom half. Her tits bounced
as she walked. She was wearing a bra, he could tell, but her breasts
moved with a heavy grace anyway, obviously straining the brassiere. Over
her bra she wore a blouse, over that a vest, both buttoned, but her breasts
jutted forth anyway, too big to hold back, like gorgeous cow�s udders.
They seemed heavy enough to break her back, snapping her right in half at
her tiny waist. Her hips, broad and full and sensuously mobile, looked as
if they might move out from under her, simply walking away from her, too
wiggly for her top half to restrain them, especially with her tiny waist
serving as mediator between her tits and her hips.
She spotted him. He saw this as he lifted his face from her breasts.
To his embarrassed surprise he realized that he had not even looked at her
face until after examining every inch of her body. And she knew! He could
tell by the gleam in her eyes that she knew what he�d done, going over her
with his eyes, stripping her of her clothes and relishing her charms
underneath. To get back at him, as she approached him now, along the
sidewalk, she let her eyes drift down to his chest. Then down to his
crotch. They lingered there, and as he stared at her, staring at him, he
felt himself grow turgid. His pants filled in front, under his belt. She
watched as he made a fool of himself, with traffic roaring by, and
pedestrians threading past him, getting an erection at lunch hour on 8th
Street.
�Hello,� she said, coming up to him. He caught his breath.
�Hello,� he answered. He stammered a little, feeling himself
proudly displayed down under his belt, albeit with his underpants binding
him so tightly he could scream.
As if the vision in front of him were not enough to spoil a perfectly
good pair of Jockeys, a second female suddenly hove into view. She was
perhaps a year or two younger; petite, with high pert breasts that were a
magnificent handful but nothing in comparison to what jutted before him.
Jed looked at the younger girl, with her bright smile and cherubic face, not
really noticing her face but rather her breasts, and then the breasts of her
companion, awed by both, contrasting them, comparing them. The younger
girl looked down.
�Oh! He is aroused,� she said with frank honesty. Jed grew red-
faced.
�Excuse me. I really must--� Jed said. The woman with the big
heifer tits, a redhead, reached out her hand. Its manicured nails touched
Jed lightly. On his shoulder, but the electric shock he felt carried itself
straight to his dick. For as her slender-fingered hand restrained him ever
so lightly, she said one simple word.
�No.� The word was spoken softly, almost whisper-like. But Jed,
whose eyes had been somehow drawn to hers, despite the prominence of
her breasts, saw a sharp fire in them. Her eyes seemed to dare him to
contradict her.
The next thing Jed knew he was sitting in a cafe with the two
women, not touching a drink they had ordered for him. Or had he ordered
the drinks, one for him and one each for the women? He couldn�t
remember.
The petite young woman, who was a blonde, was smiling at him. She
wore her long hair in pigtails and Jed had the impression, gazing from her
eyes to her neat white cotton blouse, of a spoiled schoolgirl. The redhead,
sitting closer to him than the young woman, and being a year or two older,
wore her hair pinned up, as if for work.
�So as I was saying, I would like to hire you,� the redhead, who
amazed Jed by having no freckles on her white skin, told him. The blonde
nodded.
�Hire me?� Jed asked. �You find me to be an intelligent self-
starter, or something?�
�No,� the redhead replied. Jed saw the fire in her eyes again. �Your
personality doesn�t interest me. Or anything else about you, for that
matter.�
�Oh?� Jed asked. He saw a flush appear on the younger woman�s
cheeks.
�I am interested solely in your penis,� the redhead said. She said
the words as simply as if she had been commenting on the weather. Jed
glanced nervously around. Had any of the diners at the other tables heard
her? He swallowed.
�Perhaps you shouldn�t--� Jed said. Her hand reached out. With a
flick of her red hair, tossing it back from her eyes where it had briefly
fallen, she said, again with quiet confidence,
�No.�
�I mean,� Jed said. Again he glanced around.
�We will discuss what is important and not beat around the bush,�
the redhead told Jed. �I find your body attractive, yes, that is true. And
I�m sure you have a winning personality, although I really don�t care.� She
smiled, her voice even softer than before, but Jed could hear it, and he
wondered frantically if the other diners could too. �I am having a party
tonight,� the red head went on. �I have hired one man, I require another.
But as I said it is not you yourself that I am seeking. It is your dick, plain
and simple. Your erect dick,� she added, stressing the word �erect�. �And
your balls. I trust they are full?� she asked.
Jed swallowed hard, harder than before, and stammered like when
she was confronting him out on the street.
�Of course they�re... full,� Jed managed to answer. His blush
deepened, as did the blush on the young blonde sitting silently across the
table from him. The redhead stroked Jed�s arm. He could feel the heat of
her fingers, he told himself, right through the sleeve of his suitcoat.
�When did you last ejaculate?� the redhead asked Jed.
�Yesterd- I don�t know,� Jed replied. His voice was growing angry.
Again he looked quickly around at the other diners. One woman, sitting
nearby, raised an eyebrow. Had she heard? Jed couldn�t be sure.
�But you feel full right now?� the redhead, whose name Jed still
didn�t know, asked him. Jed nodded.
�Good,� the redhead said. She looked at the younger woman, the
spoiled blonde schoolgirl sitting beside her.
�I have told you that I will not ask your opinion,� the redhead said to
the younger woman. �And I will not. But you can see where things are
heading. Expect it to happen tonight.� The blonde blushed more fiercely.
She nodded. Jed saw that, unlike the redhead who wore her blouse collar
buttoned, the blonde�s was unbuttoned. Against her throat he saw a woven
bit of leather.
�What is that?� Jed asked the blonde.
�It is a collar,� the redhead answered for the girl.
�Oh yes. I see,� Jed said, looking more closely. The thing consisted
of two leather strands, woven together like something at summer camp.
The blonde lifted a hand. Her blouse was long sleeved. Unlike her collar
around her throat, the cuffs of her long sleeves were buttoned tight.
�It is my training collar,� the blonde told Jed. Her eyes radiated
sincerity. �I am to wear it until I�ve been trained. Then mademoiselle
says I can have a real one.�
�Oh-- of course,� Jed said. He glanced quickly at the redhead. She
smiled. He was conscious again of her tits, of their size and beauty, and
now he was attracted as well to the blonde, despite her spoilt demeanor.
Something about that thing tied around her neck sent spasms through his
trousers.
�You seem uncomfortable,� the redhead said, smiling at Jed.
�Y- Yes,� Jed answered.
�Then let us leave our drinks. We have other things to attend to,
no?� the redhead asked Jed.
�Sure,� Jed managed to answer.
And the next thing he knew they were in a cab, the three of them, and
they were not going to the company lunch or business meeting that Jed had
been scheduled to attend. Instead they were riding in the cab to the
redhead�s condo.
�It is very nice. You will find it quite fashionable,� the redhead was
telling Jed about where she lived. But Jed, sitting between the two
females, in the back of the cab, with each of them clasping one of his
arms, couldn�t stop thinking about his dick. It stood stiffly in his pants,
as stiffly as it could manage, giving him pain, making a display of itself
through his trousers and embarrassing him whenever the cab driver
glanced in his rearview mirror . And when Jed wasn�t thinking about
himself, about his own condition, he was thinking about the big mammary
tits the redhead possessed. And he was thinking also about the younger
girl, the blonde, and her high pert tits and the collar around her neck.
�What did you mean, in the cafe, when you told her,� he pointed
briefly to the blonde, that you wouldn�t ask her opinion?� Jed said to the
redhead. (He still didn�t know their names.) The older woman smiled. In a
soft voice, a voice Jed hoped was too soft for the driver to hear, she said,
�She�s a virgin. She is newly arrived from France. Her name is
Elaine,� the redhead looked at the girl. The blonde nodded. �And you
wouldn�t believe what I caught her doing,� the redhead told Jed. The
blonde blushed.
�What?� Jed asked.
�It was last week,� the redhead said. �She has not been given much
money on her trip to America. She is here as an exchange student. I
caught her trying to be a hooker, in the mall. Outside the Wet Seal. You
know, the girls� clothing shop? She is only 16, although with her makeup
on, that she�s wearing now, I�m sure you think she might be 18 at least.�
�Yes,� Jed said. �I would guess about 18.� The redhead laughed.
�Men cannot tell a girl�s age once she is beautiful and in her prime,�
the redhead said. �As for myself, I am 20. Perhaps I look older with my
makeup on too, old enough to buy you a drink, and us too? Yes?�
Jed nodded. Vaguely he remembered the drinks he�d bought in the
cafe, or that the redhead had bought. Or perhaps the blonde had bought
them?
�Yes well she was trying to hook a man, and get him to pay,� the
redhead said. �She wanted the money for clothes. She did not want to ask
me; after all, I am already providing her with a place to stay. Fortunately
I caught her. So I must now discipline her,� the redhead said. �Or, rather,
I must have someone discipline her for me.� The redhead clasped Jed�s
arm tighter. The blonde, already blushing, blushed more deeply, and
clasped Jed�s arm tighter too. The redhead smiled also. �Of course since
then she has seen my condo,� the redhead said. �Some of the rooms,
anyway. And I have explained about the others, which she will see
tonight.� The blonde�s smile faded. Then she giggled.
�Oh?� Jed asked. He felt himself grow fuller in his pants. The
redhead noticed. Lightly she reached down and stroked his penis-lump.
�Don�t do that,� Jed cautioned. He didn�t want to make a mess of
himself in her limo, even if it was only rented.
�This is what is attending my party tonight,� the redhead told Jed.
She stroked him again, right along the lump, savoring its hardness. �You
are surplusage,� she told him.
And then they were in her condo, and Jed, asking permission to relive
himself of his drink, which had migrated to his bladder, found himself
with his fly unzipped in her downstairs guest bathroom, and her watching,
staring as he directed his erection downwards, at an acute angle, to make
sure his stream landed inside the bowl.
�My, such a fine big one,� the redhead sighed.
�What�s your name, anyway? Jed asked. There was irritation in his
voice. He thought of the 16-year-old, upstairs, who the redhead had told
to �prepare herself,� whatever that meant.
�My name is Angela,� the redhead said. She watched as Jed shook
himself and finished. She reached out and pressed the flusher.
�Well, Angela, I�m not used to being watched while I pee,� Jed said.
He saw his urine swish down into the toilet bowl as water ran into it.
Uncomfortably, he suddenly realized he would have trouble getting himself
back into his pants.
�Oh, don�t worry about that,� Angela said, realizing what Jed wanted
to do. �We must go upstairs now anyway, and I�m sorry if you don�t like
me seeing you pee, but in a little while I will see you fuck, and so I don�t
think I�m really invading your privacy by watching you empty yourself.�
She smiled. She reached out and touched his cock. �And we must be
certain that only your bladder is emptied,� she added.
Jed turned. He was feeling angry, like some horse being corralled
and saddled. �What am I supposed to do, fuck the blonde?� Jed asked hotly.
�After our party,� the redhead said. �Right now there is the
unfortunate matter of discipline.�
�Oh?� Jed asked. He felt himself grow even harder and the redhead,
her eyes flashing, noted this. �Elaine is to receive her first spanking,�
Angela told Jed. �However this will not be like any spanking you may have
administered previously,� she said. She looked at him with interest. Jed
blushed.
�I am not in the habit of spanking young virgins,� Jed confessed.
�Then it will be a first for you too,� Elaine said. �You will use
this,� she said. She gripped Jed�s cock. Her fingers circled around it,
small and slender against his big meat. Gently she depressed the large
vein on his cock that fed blood all the way down to the tip. �You will
whack her with your erection, repeatedly, using yourself as hard as you
can on her bottom,� Angela said.
�I would rather put myself up her,� Jed said.
�Of course,� Angela answered. �Use your erection just like a big
stick or a ruler. It might hurt you too, I admit, but you are a man and I�m
sure you can stand the pain. Don�t spare her. Whack her behind until it is
sore. I want her to remember her punishment, so she won�t try whoring
herself again.�
The next thing Jed knew, he was upstairs in the redhead�s condo. He
was in the bedroom set aside for the 16-year-old. Angela came in behind
him, his penis leading the way for both of them. The blonde blushed as she
saw him sticking out all stiff and excited. He still wore his clothes,
except for his unzipped fly, and his well-displayed meat. But the blonde
had �prepared herself.� She was still wearing the bows that held her long
hair in pigtails, and she still had her crisp blouse on too, but she was
holding the shirt up, pulling it up to her belly, so that in back the shirt did
not cover her bottom. As for her skirt, it had been taken off. It lay on her
bed. It was neatly folded. On her legs she wore white stockings, which
she had been wearing when Jed met her but which, owing to his interest in
her tits, and the tits of the redhead, he had not had time to study. Now
they were rolled down, baring her slender white thighs. They had sewn-in
garters, frilly tops, that now banded tight around her knees, the
indentation of their elastic still lightly visible further up, near the tops
of her thighs. Above her thighs, and below the hem of her skirt, her
bottom bulged. It was bare. Her panties were rolled down to just below
the base of her trim neat behind, as if to catch an errant stream of pee
that might escape her cunny when Jed spanked her. Jed gazed at the
panties. They seemed to have been pulled down with careful deliberation,
rolled so as to make a display of themselves, even as they displayed her
white bottom. And it was the same with her stockings, pulled tautly up to
her knees after being carefully pulled down from the tops of her thighs.
�That is the target area,� the redhead said, indicating the 16-year-
old�s bared bottom and thighs. �Hit her on her bottom, but on her thighs
also, if you wish to. She should not be able to sit down when you finish.�
The blonde glanced back over her shoulder. Her white teeth bit her
lower lip.
�Eyes ahead!� the redhead snapped. The blonde quickly turned to face
her bed, which had a big white panda bear on it, as Jed stood in the
doorway behind her.
Jed, incredulous at what he was being asked to do, could feel his
balls roiling. He looked at the perfect white-bottom blonde, then at
Angela, equally alluring despite still being clothed. �I�ll-- I�ll cum if I
strike her with my dick,� Jed told Angela.
�Really?� Angela smiled. She pulled back the door, which had swung
inwards when they let themselves into the bedroom. Jed saw a stiff
yellow cane standing upright behind the door. The blonde must have known
it was there, Jed realized. Angela picked it up. She handed it to Jed.
�Then use this, if you really must,� Angela said to Jed.
Jed stood there with his penis sticking out, holding the stiff cane in
his hand, feeling awkward. The blonde glanced back again. The redhead
again yelled at her to keep her eyes forward. Jed saw the blonde�s bottom
begin to move in small circular motions.
�You are--- asking me to injure her with the cane,� Jed told Angela.
He gazed at the young girl�s white ass. It was lovely, a treasure. He had
not been exposed to such things before, hitting people, especially young
beautiful girls, with hard objects.
�Yes,� Angela said. �To make her remember what she did.�
�To spank her for whoring,� Jed said. He grimaced. He felt as if he
was going to spill, he was so excited suddenly by the idea of punishing
such perfection.
�Bend forward,� Jed said to the blonde. His voice came out as a
croak but the young girl obediently leaned forward. She put both her small
hands on the bed. Her bottom reared at him. The cheeks remained mobile,
moving in tight little circles and now beginning to squeeze together too,
as if in worried apprehension.
Angela touched Jed�s shoulder. In a whisper-soft voice, gazing at
the blonde�s bottom with him, she said, �When you are finished with her I
will put an enema up her, to clean her out for this evening�s games.�
�Games?� Jed asked. Again his voice croaked like a frog.
�Yes,� Angela answered. Lightly her fingers ran down Jed�s arm.
They stroked the cane in his hand, near his fist.
�She will crawl about, naked of course. Like a baby. And we will
each have a bowl of cherries. Each one of us, except for her.�
�She doesn�t get any?� Jed asked. His cock quivered.
�Oh, she will get plenty!� Angela answered. �Our job will be to pick
up cherries with our lips, one by one. And insert them into her sweet
little virgin behind. We will each have a minute. Whoever stuffs her the
fullest wins!�
�That�s obscene,� Jed said. But the blonde, in front of him, seemed
to rotate her bottom in yet more indecent circles, larger circles, while
anxiously tightening herself.
�Oh yes,� Angela agreed. �And then we will have a race, my dear
Jed,� Angela said. �Harold will be here by then. He�s my other invited
cock.� Angela�s hand left the cane. It glided down the front of Jed�s coat
to his penis, sticking out from under the vee of the garment. �We will put
each of you on a treadmill,� Angela said. Lightly she curled her hand
around the base of Jed�s dick. �You will run on the treadmill with your
stiff penis sticking out. You and Harold, both of you,� Angela said. �That
is why you will need to be full of sperm, my dear boy, to protect your balls
as they jerk and jangle around. Loose balls might get injured. For you will
have no clothes on by then, and jock straps are expressly forbidden.�
�Why?� Jed gasped.
�To see which of you is the fastest runner, of course,� Angela
smiled.
�To watch my dick bounce up and down!� Jed said angrily.
�And your balls, which hopefully will be taut and full enough not to
get injured,� Angela said. �The girls and I will bet to see which of you
makes of a faster time.�
Jed turned his eyes back to the blonde. What a salacious display her
innocence now made! She wore shiny black shoes, private school shoes,
the picture of neatness and reason. They had sharp stiletto heels, but of
only a modest height, as if the school had wished to train the girls in
proper balance, like a finishing school, while keeping them from arching
and displaying their taut young fulsome behinds too fully.
Above her black shoes, stretched upwards along the trim lines of her
still-skinny legs, her white stockings clung. And above that, smooth and
creamy, above the tops of her stockings which had been pushed down to
her knees, were her excellent young thighs. And finally, there was, above
those slim perfect columns of flesh, her wobbly arched-out split behind.
Beneath its jut, her panties hung. They were stretched taut, along the
tops of her legs like her stockings had once been, before she �prepared
herself.� Jed hated to violate the perfection of her preparation. And yet,
she had violated it herself a little, for by bending forward, she was now
all bottom. All double-sphered ass, juddering and squeezing, as if she
might be trying to expel a turd. Her knees were no longer straight, but
bent a little, at the knees, making her look even more as if she were trying
to take a crap, like some American tourist standing over a Japanese toilet,
unsure how to handle a commode with no standing bowl or seat. Jed gazed
at her legs, at her frilly white sewn-in garters, at her shoes.
�Keep your legs apart,� Jed said, for he noticed that the girl had
inched her heels closer upon bending forward. Glancing back briefly, now
looking under her bent-forward torso instead of back over her shoulder,
she obeyed. With a thrill of delight Jed realized that his interest in the
child was purely carnal. He was not a pedophile. He loved her only for her
flesh. He could not conceive that he, at 25, would have anything in
common with a high school girl. A second later he realized that Angela�s
interest in the girl must be carnal also; she was 20, what need had she of
a girl, caught whoring or not, who was barely old enough to drive?
Jed looked over at Angela. He felt a sudden kinship with her, beyond
the size and beauty of her tits. They were both adults. He most assuredly,
she only a year, or less, away from full adulthood. Here in their midst
they had this young woman, this girl, this private-school child, and she
was eager and gullible enough to let them do what they pleased with her.
�You hesitate,� the redhead said to Jed. Her voice was soft, quiet.
She put a hand on his arm, the arm that held the cane.
�I- I feel guilty,� Jed confessed. The redhead touched his penis. His
long, quivering bone. �Guilt is a marvelous aphrodisiac,� Angela
whispered. Jed looked again at the perfection of the young girl�s
behind. How simple and rudely wonderful was that tight-squeezed line
which ran down between her buttocks! How delicate the leaves of her sex,
tautly rolled and waiting where her legs joined. The cane quivered in his
hand.
�If I whip her,� Jed said to Angela. �It will be as a stranger. You
realize that. I do not love her, although I greatly admire her. I do not
know her. In your case I do not know you either, but at least you are
almost 21. In her case there is a ten year age difference between us. I am
trying to succeed in the world of business, she is still trying to learn her
multiplication tables. Or whatever it is they teach girls in high school.
I�m worrying about my next promotion. She�s worrying about her SAT
scores.�
Angela�s fingers glided along Jed�s penis. His cock trembled; her
fingers were smooth and sure. She squeezed him, lightly, at the
centerpoint of his cock, restraining the blood a little that ran down its
length, like a cock ring suddenly imposed on him. Meanwhile, the child in
front of him was growing restless. Artlessly she began humping her
bottom at him. She had obviously never been whipped, Jed realized. The
excitement of the act, of baring her ass before a stranger, washed away
all her common sense. He wondered if she really understood what was
about to happen. Or did she guess that it was only like a form of mooning,
with a little snap of a cane to urge her to greater girlish displays of
abandon? Yes, Jed felt, she had no idea of the pain and frank injury, the
bleeding, that a well-laid on cane could produce. Like her ill-fated
attempt at whoring, hers was all fairy-land imagination. She knew a man
was behind her, and she was excited about the effect she was having on
him. Beyond that, beyond the fact of his penis displaying itself to her
virgin flowerlike-cunt, she was ignorant. She knew nothing of the cane, of
its potential for lifetime scarring. And Jed�s penis was an object she had
no experience of. She was being naughty, showing off her bottom, like a
girl running naked at age 5 through her parents� living room.
Jed looked again at Angela.
�How badly do you want me to injure her?� Jed asked. Angela
smiled.
�She is at your disposal,� the redhead answered. �You know the
perils of whoring,� Angela said to Jed. �AIDS, gonorrhea, crabs, not to
mention pimps and awful customers. Let the punishment fit the crime.�
She squeezed Jed�s dick harder. He grunted. �You speak as if you have
experience with the cane,� Angela said to Jed. Hesitantly he nodded.
�Yes,� he agreed. �I did not want to let on. But somehow you must
have guessed. Perhaps even in picking me?� He looked at her, at her big
brown eyes, so completely concealing, in their wide innocence, her wicked
intentions. �I served briefly in a prison. In Singapore. It was an accident
really, I never learned the art of it. But I know the damage a well-laid on
cane can do.� He frowned. �And I know what an inexperienced man can do
too, who hits harder than he intends.�
�So you know enough not to do the job properly, but to screw it up?�
Angela laughed. �I don�t mind. Do your best. I was right about you.
Perhaps it is something in the way you move, or hold your arms. You are
just the man I�ve been looking for. How would you like to spend all
summer with me, and with Elaine? Ah, the things we could accomplish,
and teach each other, if only you would agree!� She pulled at his trousers.
�Take off these things. I want to see your ass working while you make
hers work, both of you naked and sweating!�
The poor girl was still bending over, her long pigtails swishing a
little back and forth as she contemplated the exposure of her position.
Her hands were flat on the bed. They gripped at the covers a little. Her
blouse hung limply from her back, ending at her waist, leaving all below it
bare. Her blouse was pulled up to show off her bare-cheeked splendor,
which made Jed so excited and provoked laughter from Angela. The blonde,
hunched over and waiting, heard a sound of undressing behind her. Again
she turned to look, gazing under the prominence of her hanging tits. She
gasped. As she watched, patiently bent over, Jed got off his shirt. Angela
kneeled down and pulled him free of his pants. Soon the athletic young
man was showing all he had, not only the nakedness of his cock but his
balls as well, and his powerful thighs, and his sculpted chest. Angela was
still dressed, prim and proper despite the nudity of her charge, hunched
over the bed, and her new paramour.
The redhead stood up. She had laid the cane on the floor but now she
picked it up as she rose. Again she placed it in Jed�s hand. He took it with
his hands trembling a little, his figure awesome to behold, like some
young Hercules.
�Yes, I have chosen well,� Angela smiled.
�I-- but--� Jed said, still uncertain about his behavior in such
matters. He had seen men caned, over a period of two weeks. He knew the
lifelong scars that such discipline could produce. He weighed the
instrument in his hand. Yes, it was of a quality manufacture, finely
balanced. But oh, it felt so hard! To use such a wicked device on the soft
rondure of a child�s bottom! �I cannot,� Jed said suddenly. He threw the
cane to the floor. It was a carpeted floor, a white carpet, like the big
panda bear lying amidst the pillows of Elaine�s bed. He was propped
against the headboard, seemingly grinning, watching in his own fuzzy
nudity the bent-forward awkwardness of his owner.
Jed looked at Angela. Standing naked, as if for a shower, he
addressed her: �I can�t,� he said bluntly. �She is too pretty, too young.
Let me fuck her. Let the taking of her cherry be her punishment.�
Angela frowned. Elaine stood up, letting her blouse fall over her
bottom, covering it, so that the crisp white tail hung down to the tops of
her thighs. From her rearward position, facing Jed with her bottom, she
turned a little, craning her neck back uncertainly.
�Oh you men!� Angela cried. She grabbed at his cock. Jed, large and
prominent, couldn�t begin to pull himself away in time. Angela�s hand
gripped him and Jed, surprised, found himself staring awkwardly down at
himself. Holding his dick, Angela said, �Always you think of this. A quick
fuck, eh? Is that what you want? But I want you large and hard for the
whole night. I want to admire you... test you. I want to party with this big
penis of yours and I don�t want its strength compromised. Harold will be
arriving soon. Either he will cane the girl, or you will. You can watch or
you can leave.�
Jed felt his mouth hanging open. He was stunned. He liked the girl,
but he admired beyond all measure the woman standing before him. Her
cleavage, still coyly clothed, could not be hidden. Her breasts jutted out
at him, straining the vest which was buttoned across them. It was a
business-vest, suitable for a woman to wear in the office. Beneath it was
a collared blouse, but the redhead may as well have been naked, despite
her bra and blouse and vest, the way her young mammaries jutted out at
everyone who looked in her direction. As large as the woman�s chest was,
her waist was narrow, slender as a stick, it seemed, easily broken by an
ill-judged movement of the upper half of her body. And then there were
her hips! Broad, child-bearing hips, yet not wide beyond the latitude of
what men find attractive. They seemed to have been shaped for delivering
a succession of children, and her tight small skirt could not hide the
delicious nature of her figure. And finally there were her legs. They were
lightly stockinged, in a gauzy beige nylon. You could tell just by looking at
them that her legs didn�t really need stockings, they were so slender and
perfect, even the thighs; Angela was wearing the stockings as part of her
office-wear ensemble.
�Shall I undress?� Angela asked Jed. As her eyes smiled at him, her
frown lifting, Jed was aware of the child, the blonde, staring at them both
like some innocent babe, anxiously regarding its parents.
�Y- Yes,� Jed said.
�And you will whip her if I undress?� Angela asked. She reached up
to her vest and opened the first button. Jed felt a drop of drool strike his
penis, which Angela�s hand had just let go.
�I will-- fuck you,� Jed proposed, his naked cock sticking out like a
snake with rigor-mortis. Angela smiled and looked down at Jed�s penis as
she unbuttoned the second button on her blouse.
�You will keep that stiff and perfect, and your balls full,� Angela
told Jed. �Perhaps in the morning I will allow you to spend, after your run
on the treadmill. In the meantime,� her eyes lifted to his, �You will do
just as I say, and keep yourself always at attention.�
�Attention?� Jed echoed.
�She means your penis,� Elaine piped up from the bedside. Jed
turned and glared at the girl.
�I don�t want you saying that!� Jed cried. He was aware of the
blonde gazing at his erection and he said, �Stop looking at me!� He tried
to cover himself with his hands but that was quite impossible.
�Don�t do that,� Elaine objected. She lifted the front of her shirt,
baring her pussy. �I like your penis,� she said.
�You are 16. You are not supposed to be liking men�s penises,� Jed
objected. He was aware of a garment falling to the floor to his right.
Nonetheless he kept his eyes fixed on Elaine. �I want you to be good,� he
scolded the girl. �Pull up your panties. Put your skirt back on. Tuck in
your blouse. And roll up your stockings,� he ordered. �I want you neat and
presentable again.� He gulped. �Decently presentable,� he added, for
indeed, the child was quite presentable even now, with her panties
carefully rolled down and her stockings taut below her knees, and her
skirt folded on her bed.
�Oh, you do not like me!� the blonde lamented. She reached up and
tugged at her pigtails. It was a useless gesture, emphasizing, if anything,
her nudity below the waist, as she tugged on her neatly tied pigtails with
their white bows.
�Stop that!� Jed croaked. The girl�s nakedness, strategic and
delicious, was giving him unwanted thoughts. He longed to violate her,
suddenly, to strike her with the cane and watch her lovely white bottom
stuffed full with an enema, as Angela had promised, so that she might
have cherries put to her virgin ass in the evening.
�Oh, Elaine said you would like me but now you don�t,� Elaine
blathered. She wiggled her hips, displaying the nakedness of her muff, her
hands still occupied pulling on her pigtails.
�Don�t thrust out your hips at me,� Jed ordered the girl. He was
aware of a skirt hitting the floor near him.
�I�m not... Ooooh, yes I am,� Elaine agreed. She looked down at her
hips and jerked them out farther, showing off her naked inrolled lips of
her quim.
�I told you to stop that,� Jed said in an angry voice. He walked over
to the girl. Abruptly he took her arm. She screamed, but he ignored her,
and turned her around. Shoving against her back with his hand he forced
her to lean once more over her bed. Her hand must have grabbed at her
blouse, perhaps instinctively, for her blouse was suddenly up, past her
waist, showing all that she had. Her bottom bulbed at him. There was no
hope for him now, Jed realized. He hurried across the white carpet to the
cane. He picked it up. Elaine regarded him from under her pendant bosoms,
softly covered by her still-buttoned blouse, leaning forward again as she
had done before. A swaying of her hips ensued, as Jed, no longer thinking
but only reacting, weighed the cane again in his palm. Yes, it was a fine
instrument. If he could apply it with skill and precision he might not hurt
the child too badly. He whipped the air. Elaine jerked. The tail of her
blouse slipped down over her ass. Suddenly Angela was stepping forward,
and, leaning in beside the girl, she yanked up Elaine�s blouse.
�What?� Elaine gasped. Angela pulled a hair pin out of her hair. She
shoved it through the material of Elaine�s blouse, fixing the garment so
that it stayed up from her bottom. She added a second pin, and then,
telling the child to hush, for Elaine was saying �What?� again, Angela
stepped back.
�Keep your hands on the bedcover,� Angela warned the girl as the
blonde made to rise. Despite the warning, Elaine stood up. But the back of
her blouse did not fall down, as before, for Angela�s hair pins kept it aloft.
�Bend forward!� Jed roared. Hastily Elaine obeyed. But just as her
small hands again planted themselves on the bedcover, a doorbell was
distantly heard.
�Ah, that is Harold,� Angela said in a half-lament. Jed looked at the
redhead. For the first time he realized that she was now gloriously naked,
her clothes laid over the back of a chair, her body as lovely as his
imagination had thought. What a sight her red cherry nipples made, set
atop her ponderous breasts! The stems of them grew even as Jed stared at
the woman. And he saw also, suddenly, the purpose of her wearing a
blouse with a buttoned collar. Now that the garment was gone he saw a
dog�s collar around her neck. It was slender, like a collar made for a
poodle. It was made of white leather and it had a lock on the front of it,
as if she could not remove it, even if she wished to.
�I�ll get the door,� the redhead said to Jed. �You begin her training.�
Jed turned. He regarded Elaine, standing now, staring at him, facing
him. He gazed at her navel, visible just below her rolled-up blouse. Her
soft belly seemed to invite him and he longed to plunge himself into her
cunt and make the flatness of her belly grow with his seed. Meanwhile,
out of the corner of his eye, he saw Angela darting past Elaine�s bedroom
door. The woman had wrapped a towel around herself, a pink towel, but
the collar was still around her neck, immovable, immobile, a sign of her
servitude to someone Jed didn�t even know.
Downstairs, the paperboy was surprised to find the front door
opened by a naked woman. He gulped. Elaine blushed. She had her towel
wrapped tightly around herself but it did not cover her throat and
immediately, even as he contemplated the woman�s nudity under her
towel, he was aware of the woman�s dog collar. It was easy to see;
Elaine�s hair was pinned up, businesslike, leaving her cheeks and her
throat free of the hair that might have fallen down and disguised her
condition.
�Yes?� Elaine asked, awkwardly.
�I-- wondered if you�d like to pay for your paper,� the paperboy said.
Just then there was a sharp, anxious howl. Elaine looked up. So did the
paperboy. From the second floor of the condo came the sound, along with
the scream, of a hard wooden object striking flesh.
�That is my... niece,� Elaine said hastily. She looked again at the
paperboy, trying not to notice the scream, even as the young man himself
stood with his mouth hanging open. �Well? What? What is it you want?�
Elaine demanded. The boy composed himself, despite a suddenly growing
lump in his pants.
�I want... pay...� the boy stammered, when suddenly there was again
the distinct sound of wood striking flesh, and a louder, more anguished
scream.
Elaine became flustered. The girl�s voice might be heard beyond the
door, even out in the front yard, where she could see two little girls
playing jacks on the sidewalk. Immediately she pulled open her door
wider. Her body was exposed to the street, wrapped in its pink towel,
with the dog�s collar binding her neck, but she did not know what to do.
The paperboy did, however, taking her unconscious hint. He rushed into her
condo. As soon as he was inside Angela had the presence of mind to close
her front door. Hastily the paperboy yanked at his shorts. A moment later
they were down to his knees, and he was presenting himself to her, rigid,
panting with excitement like a dog in heat.
�You want me to do something with that?� Angela asked. She looked
at the boy�s penis. It was big, more prominent than she had thought it
would be. But even as she gazed at the sizeable cock, she was aware of
the boy�s youthfulness, of his panting need. At the same moment the boy
himself seemed to become aware of what he had done. He clasped his
cock, grabbing it like one might grab at a banana in a grocery.
�Sorry,� the boy confessed. But just as he spoke another howl came
from above, more urgent than the previous two. Elaine suddenly found her
presence of mind.
�No, you have nothing to apologize for. Least of all that,� Angela
said to the boy. She unwrapped her towel. The boy gazed with surprise at
her body. It was as if Playboy�s Playmate of the Month had suddenly
stepped into his life, in all her Venus-like glory. Of course he had known
she was beautiful, but to see her like that, undressed as if for bath or the
bed! As he choked on his own spit, gazing at her juddering breasts and her
tiny waist, her firm wide hips and her slender legs, Angela reached out
and grabbed hold of his cock. �Come. I have use for this,� Angela
promised the young man. He stumbled after her, his step made awkward by
his shorts around his knees.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Jed was alarmed at the effect his cane was
having on Elaine. He had given her three strokes so far, and each one
stained the white flesh of her bottom with an angry pink blush. Gone was
the unmarred perfection of her behind. Across it, criss-crossing her round
porcelain splendor, were marks. His marks, like tattoos, painting the
flesh as if it were, perhaps, a round china cup. What was worse, the girl
could not stay bent over when the cane hit her. Each time she yanked
herself bolt upright. Her hands flew back to her bottom and grasped it like
it was a pumpkin about to roll down a steep hill. She would rise on her
toes, and then lift one black-shoed foot and then yell. What a sight her
naked bottom made, with her white stockings banding her legs, her white
blouse rolled up, and her white bottom turning to red! How Jed loved the
way the girl clutched at herself, at the same time lifting her chin, letting
her long hair fall back, and hooting like a young owl. But each time in
order to get her to bend forward again, to get her to put her hands once
more on the bed, he had to step forward and speak to her in tones almost
fatherly.
�You must have your correction,� Jed said. His breath was hot; the
girl could feel him exhaling down onto her small face as he spoke. She
was aware, too, of the excitement her distress produced in him. Jed�s
cock strained even harder at her, nudging her thigh as he got her to lean
forward. �Hands on the bed,� Jed urged the girl. Slowly Elaine let go of
her bottom. She put her hands on the bedcover. Tightly she grasped it,
while at the same time her bare ass, suddenly conscious of its hands-free
exposure, squeezed itself taut. Jed looked at her rubbery spheres. Gently
he examined the flesh with his finger. He did not probe her crack but
instead lightly pressed a digit to one of the lines he had made, almost
reassuringly, and the girl, shocked at his touch, stood upright once more.
�No, no,� Jed said. �Keep bending forward. I am going to step back now
and give you another. Take your hands away. Do not try to grab at your ass
or my hands. I must inspect my blows, to see that they are not too harsh
for you. Stick out your bottom-- present it. It is a work of art even now
with the lines printed across it.�
And then, having consoled the girl, having reassured her, Jed would
step back, even as he was stepping back again now after giving her the
third stroke. He turned. He was conscious of the hardness, the awful
stiffness of his cock as he turned. It waggled before him, a tuning fork
alert to water. His balls, stiffly drawn up, were tense and roiling. He
could barely contain himself, especially with the vision of Elaine�s ass
wriggling before him. But somehow he managed to sight the cane, to draw
it back, and then to step forward with a bounding leap. The cane landed.
The blonde jerked and shot upright. Her hands grabbed at herself, greedily,
catching the flesh of her naked behind as Jed�s cane sprang away.
�YoooooHOOOOO!� Elaine blurted. Angela walked into the room. She
laughed.
�You will have to hit her harder than that if you don�t want her to
think you�re a wimp,� she told Jed. He was going to step forward but she
took him by the arm, holding a half-naked young boy by his cock with her
other hand.
�No,� Elaine said. �She must maintain the posture on her own. You
must be remote, detached, like the prison warden you were in Singapore.�
�I wasn�t the warden,� Jed objected.
�Whatever you were,� Angela said. She turned to the blonde. �Bend
forward, girl!� she barked. Elaine clutched her bottom still, oblivious to
the order. Suddenly there was another ring of the doorbell at the front
door.
�I�ll get it!� Elaine shouted. Still holding on to her ass, she turned
around. She ran past Jed, past Elaine, past the paperboy, who elicited a
curious look from Elaine as she passed him. She ran downstairs and a
moment later Harold, waiting at the front door, was pleased to find the
blonde greet him with her blouse rolled up and her panties pulled down off
her ass.
�I see you�re ready,� Harold grinned. He had dark hair, a dark
mustache. He wore loose clothing that vaguely concealed his athletic
form. A gold medallion hung round his neck, down to his chest, resting on
the black matted hair there. There was an evil twinkle in his eye. He
might have been a reject from some 70�s porn film, laughably out of date
except for his wide baggy trousers, but for Elaine, gazing at him with
embarrassment, realizing suddenly the condition in which she�d answered
the door, he was all too real.
�It you!� Elaine gasped. She had not met the man before but there
was little doubt in her mind that she�d escaped Jed�s cane only to find
herself face-to-face with the worst stranger in her young life. Angela
had spoken to her of the man, of his dark features, of his dark thoughts.
Now she wanted to close the front door, to shut him out, but he was too
quick for her. He was inside in a moment, closing the door behind him, and
evaluating Elaine�s half-naked body like an auctioneer at a cattle show.
�Nice tits,� Harold said. Awkwardly Elaine looked down at her
blouse-covered breasts. Her cheeks reddened. Neither of them needed to
say what loomed much more prominently than her tits, being uncovered
and below the rolled-up hem of her blouse. Harold laughed. He had her
turn around, so he could see it. Her naked young ass presented itself to his
eyes. �I will enjoy this. But it looks as if someone has already beaten me
to it,� Harold said. He frowned. Elaine, stammering, said,
�H- He did it. Upstairs. I forget his name.�
�Jed,� Angela said. Harold looked up. The woman of his dreams was
on the stairs leading up to the second floor of her condo. She seemed
delighted. There was no shortage of penises in her life. Harold was hard,
a lump showing in his pants, and beside and behind the woman stood a boy
and a man, respectively, each one showing himself to the world.
�I see you have prepared the girl,� Harold said to Angela. He gazed
at the redhead�s mouth-watering figure. She was quite naked, save for the
collar he had buckled onto her neck the previous week. He searched her
body for signs of use, for lines similar to those which criss-crossed the
young blonde�s body, but he saw none. He could not see her bottom,
however, for she was facing him, and he wondered if the naked man, or the
boy perhaps, had been switching that part of her with a cane. He looked
also at her pussy and thighs, to see if sperm stained them, but it did not,
and he guessed he had arrived just in time.
�She prepared herself,� Angela answered.
�And you have had an amateur giving her blows?� Harold said. He
frowned.
�You said you might be late. I found this young man and decided to
give him a try,� Angela said. She lifted her hand. She tugged at the collar
around her neck. Harold�s eyes swept to Jed. He lifted his eyebrows; the
man was not displeasing. He might wish to see the man bent over beside
the girl, both of them taking the cane, the man in danger of spilling his
seed each time the cane struck his obviously excited body.
�And the boy?� Harold asked, turning his eyes to the 14-year-old
paperboy.
�A newfound friend,� Angela said. She had the boy by his cock.
Eagerly he worked himself in her grasp. He seemed to Harold to be in
danger of spurting all over Angela�s carpeted steps.
It was certainly a hot tableaux. Any other man, coming into such a
situation, would certainly have stripped off his clothes and joined it. But
Harold was no ordinary man. He was a astute lover of bondage, beginning
with surreptitious viewings of Story of O in the 80�s, when theatres were
not so well guarded and he could slip in a side door without being noticed,
despite being under-age. Now he was older, and having travelled through
San Francisco and New York�s underground, the thought of once again
entertaining himself in Angela�s little condo bored him. He had a different
plan, and a friend who was standing by to help him with it. He had not
come to join a party but rather to create one, and he was looking for
willing victims.
�We will not be playing in your house this evening,� Harold said to
Angela. He spoke in a commanding voice, so as to brook no disobedience.
He glanced from one to the other of the people in front of him. The man
seemed of no consequence, naked and preoccupied with his cock, worried
more about spending himself prematurely than about where he might wind
up. As for Angela, she had a curious look on her face. He had given her her
first lessons in bondage and she trusted him to take the lead, if necessary,
to further her education. The boy was ridiculous, trying to jerk himself
off in Angela�s hand. And the girl, the blonde, was completely at his
mercy. Someone had already been whacking her bottom and he had no doubt
that he could finish the job, sending her into untold spasms of pain if he
wished. They were all innocents, compared to him. His only obstacle
would be their own desire, the male�s unbridled lust and the females�
yearning. If he could somehow keep their naive heat under control, just
for a few minutes while he led them astray to another location, he might
have himself a splendidly inventive evening. He looked at Angela.
�If you still have access to the rented limo your boyfriend gave you,
we will need that,� Harold said. Jed jerked his head toward Angela.
Harold laughed to himself. He enjoyed the man�s startled look. What an
innocent that guy was! Did he think someone as beautiful as Angela was
without legions of men in her life? She had her rich boyfriend, and she
had Harold, and now she had this fellow and the boy, plus others, Harold
was sure, that he himself did not know about. But he had one feather in
his cap which no other man could match, with regard to the luscious
redhead. He had been the one to introduce her to the pleasures of whips
and chains.
�Why do you need the limo?� Angela said to Harold. The curious look
on her face deepened. She was willing to go along, Harold saw, but
whatever he had planned would have to happen smoothly and quickly.
�We could party here,� Harold said. �But I have another location in
mind. If you will allow me to explain...�
�Yes. Please,� Angela answered.
Jed, standing behind the redhead, had a sense of being excluded from
their conversation, despite his nudity, despite the frankness of his
excitement. It was presumed, he realized, that he would go along. His
male ego resisted, but his cock was hopelessly hard and he knew, if
prodded, he would say �yes� to just about anything. Perhaps not flaying the
girl to the point of injury, but surely anything short of that. He was like a
child, like the paperboy, or like the girl even, his body suddenly a
commodity, his will and his thoughts completely unknown to them-- and
not wanted.
�I have acquired the use of a police station,� Harold said. �It�s an
old station. Authentic. I think you�ll like it. A friend of mine bought it,
just recently, a new person in town. My friend will serve as police
commissioner. I want all four of you booked.� He grinned, hearing a gasp
from the blonde, from Angela, from even the young men who were
presenting themselves so ardently. �The girl here,� Harold grabbed
Elaine�s arm. �Will be booked for whoring. Your male friends for indecent
exposure. And you yourself, Angela dear, for corrupting a minor.�
�Oh my!� Angela gasped. She arched her hips, presenting her mount
with an eagerness Harold found disconcerting. Her bare bosoms quivered,
her breath came out in a heated rush. �You are so inventive!� Angela said
to Harold.
�Yes,� Harold answered. His grin broadened. The woman was in his
grasp, eager as ever to learn from him. The blonde was another matter,
tugging hard on him, trying to escape his grip. But he felt that between
himself and Angela, he could induce her to come along.
Jed, meanwhile, standing behind Angela, watching her hips jerk
forward, had the feeling of being excluded. The erotic display he was
making, quite involuntarily with his cock, was desired, but nothing else
was wanted from him, not even his dexterity with the cane. It was a
strange feeling, heady and yet ignoble. He resented the newcomer, this
man with his gold medallion and his commanding ways, and yet at the
same time he was aroused by him. He felt his cock straining toward him.
HIs balls churned.
�What about me?� Jed asked suddenly. The man looked at him.
�You have a fine body, good for sex. I see no reason not to include
you,� Harold said. �Your penis is excellent. If you are not particular about
where it is put, we should get on well together.�
�Yes,� Jed croaked. He watched as Angela�s hand glided over to him
and clasped him. Her grip was warm, tight. Unfortunately it only held a
little of him, he was so long.
�He will be alright,� Angela said to Harold. �I told him you were
coming. And I told him I wanted him for his cock, nothing more.� She
smiled up at Jed. �Right?�
�Yes,� Jed gasped. �But also you said that I was wanted for my
experience with the cane...?�
�You are too easy with it,� Angela said. �I think Harold will handle
such matters from now on.�
Jed wanted to say more, but Angela�s hand on his dick was driving
him crazy. It was all he could do not to spurt in her grip, something that
terrified him for then he would be small, perhaps even unwanted. He
listened as Harold explained his plan for them.
�You will be fingerprinted and photographed,� Harold said. He cast
his eyes about the room, including all of them in his remark. Angela
gasped, throwing her hips forward again. Elaine made a small mewling
sound, like a cat caught by the tail and unhappy about it. But Harold only
gripped the blonde�s arm harder. �You will not only have your faces
photographed, but also those parts of your body which have caused
offence,� Harold said. He glanced at Jed, at his penis. �Not for official
purposes, of course,� he added. �But to serve as a warning. To all of you.�
The next thing Jed knew they were in the limo again, all of them,
wrapped in towels as if bound for the beach, or coming home from it. All
except Harold, who was still clothed. Jed himself had put a towel around
Elaine. It was a white towel. She looked odd sitting with the towel
covering her from her breasts to her knees, yet pulled up in back, at
Harold�s insistence, so that her bare bottom rested against the seat�s
cushion. She had gasped when the seat touched her behind. It was cool to
the touch, thanks to the limo�s air conditioning. Elaine still wore her
blouse, with its long sleeves and its neat open collar. She still wore her
stockings too, rolled down to her knees. Her panties still banded her just
under her crotch, so quickly had Jed put the towel on her, at Harold�s
request, so that they could leave immediately. Elaine looked from Jed to
Harold to Angela, but except for a consoling smile from Jed, who was
himself naked under his towel, his cock pressing hard against the cotton,
she received no looks in return. She was a thing, built for pleasure,
nothing more. A cheap whore perhaps. The paperboy grinned at her but
Elaine, two years older, ignored the youngster. And so he was a gigolo,
perhaps, like Jed, wanted for his fine penis but for no other purpose. Only
Harold and Angela mattered. And the driver, who, having gone shopping,
had been recalled, along with his limo, to take them all out to Harvest
Row.
It was a short drive. Had it been a long drive it might have proven
impossible to pull off, but in no time at all Jed found himself standing
naked in front of a woman. It was Harold�s friend, and she removed the
towel from him with a quick efficiency that made his penis stand up all
the harder. The paperboy was next. The woman yanked the towel from him
and it must have brushed his cock as she did it for a moment later, to the
startled surprise of all of them, he was ejaculating onto the police
station floor.
It was an old, musty building. It hadn�t been used since perhaps the
1960�s or the 1950�s. The furniture had been left in it from that period
and the building had been periodically ransacked by boys wanting to play
cops and robbers. Recently it had been purchased by Harold�s friend,
Vanessa, who was new in town. She greeted them in a smart police
woman�s outfit which she had had tailor-made to fit the period of the
building. It reminded Jed somewhat of a meter maid�s outfit, for it did
not reflect entirely the modern view of the equality of women but, rather,
with its prim little hat and its curvaceous lines, the view that women
were useful ornaments.
And Vanessa, whatever her other qualities, was certainly an
ornament. She might have stepped directly from the pages of Playboy,
with her high, well-formed breasts and her slender waist, her graceful
hips and her slim, perfect legs. Another attraction which added to her
allure was that she was Japanese. She possessed a curious mixture of
self-confidence and shyness, like some Geisha girl, well-learnt in the
ways of sex, comfortable with it, yet at the same time bashfully modest,
respecting her charges even as she undressed them.
Perhaps it was this quality about her which allowed Angela to stand
still while the Asian removed her towel. The pretty Oriental looked
Angela up and down and then said,
�I can see what the men�s charges are, but what is yours, if you
please?� Angela flashed a look at Harold. He superintended all, standing
behind the young woman, admiring her bottom, it seemed, which, though
covered by a skirt, struck Harold as perfectly formed for that manner of
sex which does not involve putting oneself in a woman�s womb.
�Corrupting a minor,� Angela said. She looked at the paperboy. He
was still hard, despite spilling himself all over the floor.
And then, as Jed stood there, he realized he was not in a police
station. There was no delicate Asian cop. There was, rather, a police man
coming toward him. He was big and burly, with a sour look on his face,
striding down the busy city street as Jed waited for his cab. And the girl,
the beautiful redhead, walked past Jed. She hadn�t even noticing him. Her
tits swayed by, propelled by her beautiful wiggling small ass. Jed turned.
He was embarrassed by his erection which was not a fantasy and which
seemed to be drawing the attention of the police.
�Wait!� Jed called out to the girl of his daydream. She did not hear
him. The traffic was too loud. �Wait!� Jed cried again. He hurried after
her, the bulge in his crotch leading the way. �Wait!�
She stopped. She turned. Her tits came into view again. Jed tried
not to lower his eyes and look at them, but gazed rather into her face.
�Yes?� the girl asked.
�I... thought I knew you,� Jed said with an embarrassed grin. To his
surprise, the girl reached out to him. She touched his chest.
�Perhaps you do,� she said. �Or perhaps you could.�
They sat by the pool. It was a condo pool, and Jed could feel the eyes
of the residents on him as he lay in the chaise lounge. Beside him, as the
faceless windows stared down at him, reflecting the sun and hiding the
visages beyond, lay Angela. Her bikini top strained under the magnificence
of her breasts. As Jed let his eyes roll toward her, he saw her nipples
rise. They pushed impatiently at the cups of her bra, at the apex of each
cup, lifting the spandex a little and letting more of her flesh show.
�You could have worn something a little more substantial,� Jed
grunted. As he looked at her tits he felt his own body harden.
Specifically, down below his navel, where his Speedos were already too
tight.
�What? And spoil a half dozen perverts� afternoon entertainment?�
Angela asked. She smiled at Jed. The laziness of her gaze, her bedroom
eyes, made him harder still.
�You�re not exactly being a Puritan,� Angela said to Jed. She glanced
down at the growing bulge in his crotch.
�It�s so I can swim laps. With a minimum of drag,� Jed said.
�And not to impress my niece. Hmmmm,� Angela answered. She
looked at the sky again, closing her eyes against the sun�s brightness.
Just then the object of her comment slithered out of the pool. It was a
quick movement, like a seal might make, a slippery hoisting of the body
out of the water and up over the pool�s concrete side. The girl�s panties
rode low as she pulled herself up out of the pool. Jed stared. The girl had
legs as long as a grasshopper, with a perfect round little ass that showed
the uppermost part of its crack now as she rose up from the pool.
Plop. She sat her wet ass down on the concrete deck of the pool. Her
legs opened, showing her crotch. Jed stared into the tiny 14-year-old
valley. He thought he could make out her pussy lips, staring at her on the
other side of the pool, but the shadow from her body, cast by the
westward leaning sun, kept her modest.
�You do have a very lovely niece,� Jed murmured. Angela heard him.
She grinned.
�Tonight she will go to her first party,� Angela said.
�Huh?� Jed replied.
�And I will too,� Angela said.
�Hmmmm?� Jed rolled on his side. He looked at the young woman.
He�d been having sex with her for a week but the sly smile she now
betrayed on her lips spoke of still-hidden mysteries. Angela gave Jed a
world-weary look.
�You are not the only man in my life, dear,� Angela said.
�Why not?� Jed answered. He felt a sense of betrayal rising in him.
�Because I�m beautiful,� Angela said matter-of-factly.
�Oh. Yeah,� Jed replied.
�I�ve been invited to my first Hollywood sex party. By my boss,�
Angela said.
�You�re sleeping with your boss?� Jed asked.
�Doesn�t everybody?� Angela said. Then she laughed. �No, silly, I�m
not. Not yet, anyway.� She gazed at him alertly, despite the brightness of
the sun.
�Have you ever been to a sex party?� Angela asked Jed. He squirmed.
His cock was becoming massive and he knew the perverts watching from
the windows must be chuckling. He hoped no old ladies would have a heart
attack.
�No,� Jed confessed.
�Well I�ve never been to a Hollywood one, and my boss insists I try
it,� Angela said. �And he wants me to bring my niece.�
�Are you going to?� Jed asked. He glanced across the pool at the
youngster. She was lying on the cement now, her hands under her hips.
She squirmed slightly. She looked at Jed�s swimsuit and let out a soft
moan.
�I have to,� Angela said. �She overheard my boss inviting me. On the
phone. She�s insisting I bring her along. And he wants her there too,
although I�ve made him promise that no one will fuck her without my
permission.�
�A good idea,� Jed said.
�My understanding is that it�s not really about sex anyway,� Angela
said. �It�s more about just enjoying yourself. You know, getting out of the
strictures of the society and all that.�
�Oh yes. I forgot we live in Iran,� Jed said. He tried to fake a laugh
but couldn�t.
Angela sat up. �Stop being silly,� she said. She slapped Jed on his
stomach. He drew in his breath, reflexively, making his chest muscles
harden and, at the same time, as his stomach contracted, like an inward-
bending washboard, giving a greater prominence to his now quite turgid
cock.
�Don�t you think it would be fun to just get, like, all casual, and have
fun? In a group, I mean,� Angela said to Jed.
And what could a young man with an erection straining his Speedos
reply, except �Sure�?
Wendy appeared in the doorway of her bedroom. She wore black
opera length gloves. Around her neck a collar, of thick leather, was
fastened. It had pointed studs. She wore a corset. It pushed up her
breasts. They looked like twin melons squeezed into a too-small basket.
The nipples were rouged, lightly, turning the pink tittie-caps to red.
Below the fringed base of her corset, the little fluff of fringe running
along the bottom of it, about a half inch below, her navel twinkled. Her
belly was otherwise bare and the flatness of it, tanned by the sun, slid
inward to her pubis where, growing lightly amidst a thin horizontal
expanse of white flesh, where she usually wore her panties, was her pussy
thatch.
�Hi Jed,� Wendy smiled.
�Hi,� Jed answered. His eyes, having feasted quickly on her upper
half, trailed lower. Wendy�s childishly fatted thighs nearly kissed one
another, along their inward expanse, below the small folds of her pussy.
His eyes ran down her long thighs to her knees and her equally long shins
and calves, enjoying the spectacle of such long legs encased in black
stockings. He could see the ties of the stockings, hanging down on either
side of her thighs, on the outside. They were exceptionally long ties,
hanging down almost to her knees. Had she been wearing a skirt they
would have been visible below the hem of her skirt, fetchingly beckoning
his eyes to them. But she was not wearing a skirt. Jed�s eyes returned to
the girl�s pussy.
�You need panties,� Jed said to the girl.
�I know,� Wendy answered.
�I should not be seeing you like this. You�re only 14,� Jed said.
�I know,� Wendy said. She giggled.
Angela appeared. She was dressed like Wendy, but with a knee-
length skirt and, Jed hoped, panties underneath. She looked at Jed. He
wore a suitcoat, slacks, and a tie.
�Are we ready?� Angela asked.
�She still needs to go put on her panties,� Jed said.
�I have just been talking to my boss on the phone,� Angela smiled.
Jed raised an eyebrow. He felt a sense of competition welling within him.
�Wendy may not need her panties for very long,� Angela said.
They sat in a living room. There were six of them altogether. Jed
and Angela and her niece, plus Angela�s boss, and two women. One woman
was perhaps 30. The other was a year or two younger than Angela. They
had been introduced. They had commented on the summer weather, and on
the excellence of each other�s attire, Jed�s $500 suit and the boss�s suit
that cost well over two grand. The women all wore corsets. Over their
corsets they wore blouses, dark expensive blouses that matched their
skirts. Jed could tell that the women all wore corsets because the
blouses, cut low, let the pushed-up tops of each woman�s tits show.
The boss�s lover, who was named Juanita, cut short a discussion by
Jed of the summer heat by saying,
�Well, yes, but we have the air on in here, dear, so we needn�t worry
ourselves about it.�
�Of course,� Jed answered. It was central air, not wall air
conditioners like Angela had in her condo. This was a small mansion. It
was well-equipped.
�I should like for us now to have dinner,� Juanita said. �I believe it
is ready.�
�Ah yes,� Angela�s boss chimed in. Jed looked at Juanita. She was a
stunning brunette. Her bosoms rivalled Angela�s, yet her hips were
slightly fuller, owing to her greater years.
�There is a problem, of course,� Juanita said.
�What is that?� Angela asked.
�It is the matter of what happens after the meal,� Juanita said. �I
mean, if one eats, a little while later one must...� Juanita looked at her
lover.
�Poop,� Angela�s boss said frankly. Wendy giggled.
�So I think we should take off our skirts, and you men your
trousers,� Juanita smiled. �It will make things easier after the meal,
when nature calls.�
�Yes,� Angela, who clearly had been briefed a little on the events to
come, agreed.
�Oh, but we just got here!� Wendy protested.
�Shush. Do as you are asked, dear,� Angela answered.
Jed could not believe his eyes. At Juanita�s urging, everyone began
disrobing. The women removed their blouses and their skirts. They also
slipped out of their panties, no matter how tiny or insignificant. Angela�s
boss, with a wink at his subordinate, undid his trousers. After taking
them off, he pulled down his shorts. He freed a massive member and Jed,
out of jealousy perhaps, was forced to do the same, showing that he was
as well-equipped.
�So,� Juanita smiled, when the women had stripped and the men,
also undressed from the waist down, were standing at attention. �Let us
go into the dining room.�
They sat at dinner. It was an elegant table, with candles
illuminating the meal. Above hung a chandelier. Two servants, both
males, hurried in and out. Like the males seated at the table they wore
coats, shirts, and ties but no pants. When the meal was nearly consumed
Juanita, clearly desiring to hurry matters, had a servant bring in a bottle
and several spoons. Jed read the label on the bottle. It said, �Castor oil.�
�I�m afraid we�re limited to just one toilet,� Juanita smiled. A
servant drew back a curtain, in one corner of the room, where Jed thought
perhaps a valuable statue stood. But it was a commode! It sat in the
dining room, in plain view of the table. Next to it, hanging on the wall,
was a roll of toilet tissue. �And of course we�ll all have to be going
soon,� Juanita said.
�I don�t want to go home. I just ate,� Wendy, sitting beside Jed,
protested. She rubbed her belly.
�Not that sort of going,� Juanita laughed. She glanced at Angela.
�She means we will soon have to relieve ourselves,� Angela said to
the youngster. �After we�ve had a little inducement.�
Jed was appalled, but too randy to protest. The castor oil was
passed down the table. Each person was given a spoon and required to take
two mouthfuls of syrup. It was sweetened castor oil. It tasted pleasant
on Jed�s tongue. He gave two spoonfuls to Wendy, who was reluctant to
have any. But once she tasted it she wanted a third spoonful.
�No. You�ll shit all over the room,� Angela told her niece.
�But it�s good!� Wendy said. �Like dessert.�
They waited. Soon the effects began to be felt. People squirmed in
their seats. Nobody wanted to be the first to poop in front of everyone.
�Oh! I have to go!� Wendy cried. But she blushed, saying it, so that
Juanita finally had to lead the parade by being first on the toilet. The
smell of liberated crap added to the lingering odor of the meal in the room.
And then, as soon as Juanita was finished, there was a mad dash for
the toilet. She had broken the ice. Suddenly everyone had to go, and right
away, the diners lining up and waiting impatiently, hips squirming, as the
toilet was used by each one in turn.
�Oh, I cannot hold it!� Wendy wailed.
�You must!� Angela said sternly. She waited behind Jed, and he was
too desperate, suddenly, to let her cut in front of him.
30
Dedicated to Claire Cass�s bottom. (Mayfair magazine, circa 1998.)
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