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Andrew Roller
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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Sex School
Chapter Two
The next day passed uneventfully. It was a Saturday, and it
might have been a day as domestic and ordinary as any other, from the
looks of things as the girls tumbled downstairs from a late sleep to eat
breakfast. Janice served them, like a mother serving two girls at a
sleepover. She wore a terry cloth robe, the girls wore robes of their
own. The men tried making rude remarks but Janice forbid it; she didn't
want her house to seem like an all-hours whorehouse, she told the men.
"You must be on your best behavior, gentlemen. Children are
present," Janice told Bob and Steve.
"Oh. Right," Steve said.
"I guess we'll have to entertain ourselves this afternoon," Bob
told Steve. But Steve immediately guessed what his older companion was
suggesting.
"No way," Steve said, and as he said it he imagined he could
still feel where the girls in France jamming a dildo up his butt.
Despite her careful domesticity, Janice was laying wicked plans
for the two girls. As they spent the afternoon sunning themselves in
her back yard, sans tops but wearing bikini bottoms as she insisted, and
careful to keep their breasts covered by bras when the lay facing the
sun, as she also required, Janice told Steve of her plans. While Steve
was quite protective of his own bottom hole, his attitude toward the
female kind was altogether different. He rose in salute when he heard
Janice's intentions, despite the fact that she had made both men put on
pants.
"So you're willing?" Janice asked Steve.
"It's too sensational for me not to be," Steve said.
"Bob will enjoy it, anyhow," Janice said.
"When will the guests begin arriving?" Steve asked.
"About seven," Janice said. "Just as it's getting dark. Of
course I insist on securing the girls' permission. It will be quite a
trial for them, and little Laurie is still technically, in my opinion, a
virgin. A back-hole virgin, I mean. That thing I gave her last night
was little more than a toy, child's play."
Janice floated out across her back lawn to the girls. They
were discussing men when she walked up to them. Janice smiled. It was
a good sign.
"Steve is bigger," Brittney was saying to Laurie, the two girls
lying face-up on chaise lounges, each of them with a little bikini bra
laid across their breasts. The girls were still wearing their panties,
which were sexy ones that tied in bows at the waist, but Janice noted
that they had pulled their panties down very low, showing a little of
each of their mounts. Brittney's was brown, and Laurie's, still bearing
the dye from last night, was brown too. Janice laughed.
"They'll think the hair on your head is dyed blonde," Janice
said. The two girls looked up at her. They each wore identical
heart-shaped sunglasses, gifts from Janice that she had purchased
yesterday afternoon.
"Who'll think my hair is dyed?" Laurie asked. Janice sat down
on the grass between the two girls' chairs. She gazed at their young
bodies, stretched out in the westerly rays of the sun. She lifted her
hands and placed a finger on each girl's brown, newly-tanned belly. Her
touch caused both girls to giggle.
"How would you like full tummies tonight?" Janice asked.
"Oh, breakfast was delicious!" Brittney gushed, between
giggles.
"Yes!" Laurie agreed.
"I'm not speaking of dinner, although we will of course have a
fine one," Janice said to the girls. "I'm talking about cum, girls.
Men's cum. Would you like your bellies filled with it tonight."
"Oh, I don't know..." Laurie said. "Showtime is showing Danger
Mouse tonight."
"I like that cartoon!" Brittney said. Janice waited while the
girls discussed the merits of the program and then said,
"The question is, girls, would you prefer to have your bellies
filled, or your bottoms?"
"Oook!" Laurie said, for not only did Janice's words have a
sudden impact upon her, but as if to punctuate her question, the woman
stuck her finger rather stiffly and violently into the girl's soft
belly.
"I think I want my bottom filled," Brittney, who was the more
experienced of the two girls, said, as if ordering something off a menu.
"Well I want you girls to have a competition, for the
entertainment of my guests this evening," Janice said. "Steve's already
agreed to it," she told the girls.
"Well, if Steve's insisting..." Brittney said, her voice
growing shyly soft. Janice looked over at her, still stroking both
girl's bellies, exploring their navels, bringing gentle giggles from
them.
"Do you still long to be a slave?" Janice asked Brittney.
"A- a likkle!" Brittney said, and couldn't help laughing again
as the woman's finger teased her tummy.
"I do took!" Laurie agreed, giggling.
"Then it's settled," Janice said. "I'm going to have a
surprise for you girls tonight, and I want you to play along, doing just
as you're told. Put yourselves in my hands and you will find the
evening to be quite memorable. But I warn you-- once you agree to obey,
any disobedience will be punished with a strap!" The girls nodded,
still giggling at the way Janice's finger was teasing their tummies.
And then she got up and left, leaving them to sun themselves some more,
which they now did with even more daring and diligence, knowing that
their tans would be greeted with new admirers in just a few hours.
Bathed and looking like they'd spent all day in a beauty
parlor, the two girls came downstairs to the ball room where the guests
were waiting. Janice smiled to herself as she brought them down;
balling would be what immediately came to the minds of her guests when
they saw such young, spectacular girls. As for herself, she was dressed
in a long flowing black robe, with sequins. It was transparent in
places, giving flashes of her nipples and even her crotch as she moved,
but just as soon as the see-through fabric swished across a certain
strategic spot on her body, it was followed by an opaque swatch, keeping
her agreeably modest for a party with private guests. The girls,
however, despite Hollywood hairdos, their hair pinned up seductively,
were utterly naked. Except, that is, for high-heeled shoes, which they
now struggled to keep their balance in. And each of them wore one other
bit of attire; long black sheer hose, stretching up from their spiked
shoes to the tops of their thighs. There clasping bands of stretchy
fabric kept their stockings in place. They wore no garters, no garter
belts; indeed nothing else at all, except their expensive hairdos, which
Janice had spent the final hour of the afternoon dressing for them.
They were dressed and yet undressed, their hair perfect, their stockings
taut and fine, their shoes daring, spiked high for the most elegant of
parties, yet at the same time they were as naked as if they had just
come from a bath, which, indeed, they had.
"Ooohs" and "ahhs" greeted the girls as they walked into the
room, accompanied by Janice, who received a round of applause for such a
grand entrance. Coming across the ball room floor, amidst guests
dressed in tuxedos and fetching gowns, the girls were treated not to an
admiration of their personalities, or even the way they held themselves
as they walked, but rather a frank, rather coarse discussion of their
bodily assets.
"A nice ass on her," Laurie heard a man say from behind.
"Great tits," Brittney saw a woman say, to her husband, as she
passed them.
"I would like to have those legs wrapped around me," a man
said.
"Are they ever naughty? I'd like to take a whip to them," a
woman commented. The girls blushed. They were the center of attention,
two children in the midst of expensively attired adults, both of them
naked as jaybirds and loving, despite their embarrassment, how every
pair of eyes in the house followed them as Janice brought them to the
punch bowl.
"Serve yourselves, and then ladle glasses for our guests,"
Janice told the girls. "If anyone should even look like he's running
dry, give him another glass," Janice said. "We want every man full for
this evening." Her pun amused her, and she laughed; it was not lost on
the girls who giggled and gave each other coy looks. Janice turned and
asked the guests to all find chairs as Brittney and Laurie served
themselves punch. Then, when they had drunk from the mildly alcoholic
punch, they began filling glasses for their guests.
For the girls were to be serving girls, their breasts and
bottoms on view as they made their rounds, the men and women admiring
them with foreknowledge of what was to come. Despite the girls'
expensive-looking hairdos, Janice invited the guests to abuse the girls;
their bottoms were pinched and their thighs slapped as they moved among
the men and women, serving them. Twice Laurie nearly lost her tray.
Brittney did lose her tray once, and Janice, making her kneel down and
pick everything up, except for the puddle, promised to strap her behind
afterwards on the dias.
For the chairs in which the guests sat were arranged around a
strange circular object sitting in the middle of the ball room. It was
covered with white fur. Everyone sat facing it, as a large fire at
either end of the room cast warm light toward the center, everything
sparkling under an overhead chandelier. It was summer, the fires were
back far enough from the guests to avoid heating them needlessly. At
the same time an air conditioner at the back of the house poured cool
air from overhead vents, high in the ceiling, to keep everyone
comfortable.
"Oooch!" Laurie whined, as a man pinched her ass, adding to the
red marks she was collecting there.
"Oooh!" Brittney said, echoing her cry, as a woman pinched her.
"Do not hesitate to discipline them if they do not meet your
satisfaction," Janice reminded her guests. "They will face a much more
daunting challenge before the night is out." Unbeknownst to the girls
this pattern of behavior would continue in the future years of their
lives. Laurie would wind up sharing Steve's apartment, where he would,
in his late 40's, take to inviting other men over to enjoy his young
lover. She would pass among the men, showing them her beauty, suffering
their assaults as they lewdly caressed her bare ass and gave her butt
stinging salutes. They would use fingers at first, then little pony
whips that Steve passed out, and finally, in later years, their belts,
taking them off and whaling them across Laurie's behind whenever she
least expected. Of course she was always held to a standard of total
perfection, even when she was receiving the sharp crack of inch-wide
leather across her ass. Any mistake, however slight, was punished later
in the evening by even more severe torments.
And Laurie would grow to love every minute of it; the worrying
before the men arrived, the hasty, overwrought preparations, spending
all day getting her hair done and shopping for just the right stockings,
new ones that would delight and please the men, greeting the guests,
gasping when a new arrival promised to put her to even greater tests,
telling her so with just a glance of her eyes, usually, the casual
severity in his gaze telling her all. And then there was the actual
serving, the making of things just right, or as right as they could be,
as the tension built and the men's abuse became stronger. Finally when
she couldn't handle any more, they would tote up her wrongs and punish
her for each of them. Steve particularly liked when a guest came up
with some new torment, something poor Laurie had never imagined before.
She would be required to face it, to take it on, in her by-then ripped
stockings, her lovely hair all askew, her body covered with welts and
knowing, all the while, that she would soon come close to drowning in a
torrent of eager sperm.
"Girl! Over here," a woman commanded. Laurie hurried round
past two men to serve the woman, who was sitting right next to the
fur-covered dias. The lights of the chandelier made her gown look
gorgeous, the same light that touched her sequins glowed against
Laurie's bare skin. Her white breasts bobbed, her hips swayed. A man
reached out and made Laurie nearly lose her balance in her heels as he
pinched her ass.
"It should be the dungeon for you for every mistake you make,"
the woman said to Laurie as the girl gave her a punch-filled glass.
"Dun-Geon?" Laurie asked, displaying unfamiliarity with the
word, for she had yet to see Janice's, did not even know the woman owned
one. Her naivete showed and the woman who was taking the glass from her
said,
"You'll find out soon enough, child." Then, as if to hurry
Laurie's training along, she reached out and pinched the flesh of the
girl's flank as she turned away, rushing to serve another calling guest.
"Ack!" Laurie gasped, feeling the pinch on her flesh, speeding
her steps lest she receive as much or more from her new client, not to
mention from those seated within arm's reach of her along the way!
Despite the abuse, there was a certain thrill for the girls in
being thus admired; they were by far the youngest present, each of them
only 13, serving drinks amidst mature men and women. The men were
handsome, often beyond belief; the women could have posed, indeed some
might have actually posed, in Playboy. Yet all eyes were trained on
these two seventh-grade girls as they made their way nakedly amongst the
clothed guests, the guests in their tuxes and sequined gowns, all the
beauty and richness of fashion forgotten at the sight of two youngsters
who were, except for their stockings, utterly naked.
Of course the girls didn't see the full irony of the thing.
They assumed it was their pretty black stockings that caught the eyes of
the guests, their polished black high heel shoes, the way their hair had
been dressed so expertly by Janice. Even when their stockings got runs
in them, from the groping hands (to the acute disappointment of the
girls), even when their shoes got scuff marks, from their occasional
stumbles (again to the girls' utmost regret), even when their hair
became disheveled from their hurrying to and fro, and from the hands
which reached out to touch their nude bodies and instead caught at their
pretty dangling locks, still the girls thought that it was their attire,
however brief, and their lovely hairdos, that intrigued the guests.
Somehow remarks such as "what a cute little ass" and "such nice big
breasts on such a small girl" eluded the girls, except for their
crudeness; the girls thought the real attention was being devoted to
their stockings and shoes and hair. Any remarks about their bodies they
totted up to boastfulness, to a raw sense of fun, even if the words were
spoken by women, for sometimes women in such situations get carried away
and like to show how they can be as awful as men. Despite all the
crudeness, and the many pinches, there was a certain good-humored sense
of fun to it all. Though rushed, the girls were never rushed to a point
that they couldn't manage to keep up; sometimes when they panted with
exhaustion the guests would slow down their requests, until they caught
their breath. A perfect example was when Brittney stumbled in her high
heels and lost her tray. Nobody asked for anything, until she had
managed to pick everything up off the floor. Meanwhile this moment of
brief respite proved to be the worst possible sort of generosity for
Laurie, for it allowed her eyes to wander, as she stood there waiting
for her friend, panting from her own exertions.
In any other situation Laurie would have rushed to help her
friend Brittney. But she was feeling so put out by the many demands
being made upon her that, when Brittney spilled her tray, all she could
do for a minute or so was stare at her woebegone friend, bending down
amidst the spilled collection of glasses, some of them shattered, and
trying to pick up the pieces, Janice barking at her that she must
collect every one, even threatening to make her lick up the puddle of
spilled punch on the floor. As Laurie panted, feeling her breasts rise
and fall on her chest, looking at her friends' abject bare bottom as she
knelt down to collect up the broken shards of glass with her bare
fingers, her gaze felt drawn to her right. She looked away from her
friend toward a man sitting next to where she stood. He seemed to draw
her eyes like a tractor beam, a large spaceship drawing a little
spaceship into its grip. When her eyes met his, she completely forgot
about her friend Brittney.
He was tall, dark, and handsome. He looked like a Ken doll,
except he had a goatee. He must have been about 25 but the age
difference hardly mattered to Brittney, being as she was currently the
center of attention of people that age, or older. Yet the aspect of age
did play a small role, in helping to draw her in. Suddenly the sort of
man she had dreamed over in teen girl magazines was sitting next to her,
in the flesh, his powerful chest making his tux bulge, his strong arms
testing the sleeves that encased them. And she was standing there, all
naked, suddenly aware of how really naked she was, no longer fooled into
thinking it was her stockings that were so attractive to the eyes around
her. A curious thought struck her, as her gaze locked onto his; if she
needed to use the toilet, there would be no problem about it, she would
not have to lift her skirt or pull down her panties, she was already
naked, needing only to squat a little. That thought drew her eyes to
his crotch, as she felt his gaze delve between her bare legs. In
contrast to her declivity, her inward sloping bush, he was pushing
outward, against his expensive trousers. She gasped. A blush reddened
her cheeks. Somewhere in the distance Brittney stood up. Before
reaching down for her tray she innocently checked her stockings, pulled
upon them to keep them taut, still caught by the misguided notion that
it was really the fine fabric of her hose, and her shiny black shoes,
that captivated the guests. When she had straightened her stockings she
bent down and picked up her tray. Janice told her to go to the punch
table and dump her tray's contents in the wastebasket there. She was to
load it with new glasses, after wiping it with a wet cloth that lay next
to the punch bowl. She was to fill her new glasses with punch and
continue her rounds.
"And what about you, Laurie? You haven't dropped your tray,"
Janice said to the blonde-haired girl. She said it again, to gentle
laughter from the guests, for Laurie was so captivated by this most
handsome of men sitting amongst so many other fine-looking men that she
hadn't even heard her.
"Oh. What?" Laurie asked. She turned, the blush still in her
cheeks. Like Brittney she had blushed when first entering the room,
first meeting the gaze of the guests, but now her cheeks were much
redder, and it didn't take a genius to figure out that she had become
captivated by one of the men present.
"Keep serving," Janice said to the girl. "Why didn't you help
your friend? You should not have stood there, dallying."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Laurie gasped.
"It is too late now. Get your bottom moving," Janice said,
provoking crude giggles from the guests at the frank reference to
Laurie's naked anatomy. And the girl's flushed cheeks flushed even
more, for she realized now that it was not her stockings or her shoes or
her lovely hair that entranced the guests, it was, as it had been with
the man who had lured her gaze, her abject young nakedness, her bare
quivering behind, her lovely wiggling stiff-nippled teats, her soft
subtly outcurving flat belly, her poking ribs on her slender figure, her
long legs that, despite their length, did not make her as tall as anyone
else in the room, not even as tall as Brittney, the others only
appearing to be less in height than herself because they were sitting
down.
Laurie continued her rounds. It was during this period that
she nearly lost her tray twice, tripping in her heels, for not only were
her heels uncomfortably perilous for her but her mind was continually on
the man now, the living Ken doll, the teen dream sitting amidst so many
other teen dreams but somehow better-looking than all of them, stripping
Laurie of her conceits and reducing her to a bare naked girl who could
have squatted and pissed, right there in the room amidst the guests,
like an animal, like a pet, having no clothes on her body except the
useless stockings.
When the guests had had as much punch as they could drink,
Janice clapped her hands. Getting the guests attention, as well as that
of the two girls, she said,
"We shall have a contest now. There is no polite way to
describe it." Laurie felt the eyes of the man she loved upon her. She
felt his gaze drilling into her breasts, caressing her belly, focusing
on her soft cleft between her legs, lightly fringed with hair. But most
of all she felt his eyes on her own eyes, watching her fluttering lashes
as she listened now to Janice, gazing upon her open-mouthed lips. She
realized in that moment, noticing the restlessness of the guests, that
they, including the man, must know what Janice was about to say. And
when the woman said it there was a casual cheering, but it was not the
gasping surprise that Brittney and Laurie displayed, which made both
girls blush as fiercely as if they were competing with fire hydrants.
"It will be a bottom-fucking contest," Janice said. "Between our two
pretty serving girls, Brittney and Laurie."
"Oh God!" Brittney blurted. Laurie echoed her cry. Janice
turned her attention to the two seventh-graders.
"You are still in school, both of you, still learning," Janice
told them. "How pleasant and easy it would be for you to challenge each
other to a pussy fucking contest, eh? Well, not that easy; you both are
still quite young and virginal. But I always seek the greatest
challenge for those under my care, not the easier path but the harder.
And so it will be with your clenching little nether holes that you will
both compete. You are to make five men cum in your bottoms. The one
who finishes first is the winner. The one who finishes last will be
strapped. Right on the dias, where the competition will be held."
The man whom Laurie had fallen in love with spoke up. There
was a look of utter shock on the girl's face, and he said,
"She doesn't seem to want to do it. You cannot force her."
"Oh, can't I?" Janice said to him. "I think it is a fair
fight. Brittney has had a little more experience and can relax her
bottom more, but Laurie is so fetchingly tight that you men may cum with
excitement, finding yourself unable to even enter her. You could squirt
against her tight-squeezing little back hole, letting her win without
even managing to penetrate her. It has been awhile, but I have seen it
happen before, a young virgin winning the contest when the men, finding
they couldn't get into her, either came just contemplating her
impossible tightness or rubbed themselves to bliss in her bottom crack.
The only requirement is that you not use your hands. They will be tied
behind your back just to make sure. And the girls, of course, may not
use their hands either, which will be the last thing on their minds, I
think, because they will be on all fours in front of you trying to
withstand the pressure of your entrance." Janice gave a big smile. She
regarded Brittney and Laurie, standing and gazing at her like two
shocked little rabbits. "Come up on the dias, girls," Janice said.
"The white fur should prove comfortable enough for your efforts. Oh,
here comes Beth. She has the cream." The girls looked to their left.
As they served the punch a woman had slipped out of the room. Now she
returned, carrying a very large jar of Vaseline. There was a ripple of
laughter in the crowd. Beth, a red-haired woman in her 20's, put the
jar on the edge of the dias. Brittney and Laurie looked at each other
and then Janice said, "You may put your trays down, girls. Put them
down on the floor. We have all had enough to drink. Come, you must
pick your paramours. I will allow you at least that. Men, expose
yourselves so the girls know what they're letting themselves in for when
they choose you."
Janice's instructions were obeyed. As the two girls bent and
laid their trays down on the floor, there was a flurry of zipping
sounds. Or, rather, unzipping, each of the men, even the man Laurie
loved, even Steve and Bob, undoing themselves and letting their hard-ons
stand forth like so many flag poles. Whatever the two girls' fear at
having their bottoms poked, there was a certain attraction to the sight
that now greeted them. With eager eyes and with tongue-wettened lips
they moved amongst the guests, these guests who had so recently abused
them, and picked five men each.
No pinches were given, no crude remarks made. The two girls
were now like queens amongst their subjects, each of men eager to be
chosen. Even the women sat in mute jealousy, yet not feeling too
jealous, for the task ahead of the girls would be awesome, whatever
pleasure they might be accorded would surely be accompanied by a certain
inevitable amount of pain. The girls were young, they were not fully
grown. The men they had to select from, however dreamy, were ripe
mature men with cocks, in some cases, as big as bananas. It was a
contest no civilized person would ever allow; but Janice, on these
occasions, like her guests, was as uncivilized as a lady in a sequined
gown could be. And so avid, eager eyes followed the bare young girls as
they moved among the guests, selecting the five cocks that would
penetrate their bottom holes. For despite Janice's words Laurie had
little doubt that she could hold the men back. Her sphincter had
already suffered the intrusion of Janice's fake cock, the night before,
despite her best efforts. Though these men would be much bigger than
what Janice had given her, they would be that much more randy, able to
feel against their flesh the insides of her rectum, unlike Janice, who
had been left to imagine what it must feel like for her toy cock to
enter the girl. These men would have raw lust and manly desire to power
them, and they would surely breach Laurie's defenses, no matter what
words of assurance Janice spoke. So it was with a finger in her mouth
and a semi-terrified look in her eyes that Laurie picked five men, or
rather five penises. She knew she ought to pick the five smallest, that
was common sense. But her own female lust and curiosity couldn't help
but taking the five she considered most handsome instead. First was the
man she had fallen in love with while serving the punch. He gave an
easy grin as he stood up and let a woman, being passed some yarn, tie
his hands behind his back. Next was a young man who looked like a
college freshman. After him was a fellow who struck her as a surfer,
with curly hair, then came a man with a crewcut and finally, to deliver
the coup de grace, a man who struck her as someone who might be an
artist. She was sure she would be quite drippy and full by the time he
took her; perhaps he would enjoy painting with his tool in her back hole
amidst all the cum left by the other men.
Brittney, meanwhile, chose her five. The first one she chose
was Steve, for she hoped he would be gentle with her. Next she chose a
hard-looking man with broad-shoulders, perhaps to challenge herself
after Steve had opened her up. After him she decided to take a man who
looked like a surfer. Janice disallowed the choice, telling Brittney
that he had already been chosen by Laurie.
"Rats," Brittney said, and frankly told the man, "You're cute."
"He's mine," Laurie said. So Brittney took a man who looked
like he might be a construction worker, who had a rich deep tan, and
then two more fellows, all of them standing up as she chose them and
allowing a woman to tie their hands behind their back. Then Laurie and
Brittney mounted the stage. As they watched Beth, up on the stage
already, open the big jar of vaseline, the two seventh-graders shook
hands.
"May the best butt win," Brittney said to Laurie.
"Yes!" Laurie agreed."
"All those of you still watching, you are invited to place
bets," Janice said. "Who will win, the brunette or the blonde? The
winnings will go to a fund to help abused children, so be generous."
There was laughter. Everyone knew that the money wasn't going to
prevent the very entertainment they were about to enjoy. So the bets
were made, everyone hoping to be on the winning side. Like bettors
placing bets on horses, they opened their purses and wallets and passed
their money up to Janice for safekeeping. She insisted on receiving the
money in advance. They were not all so well known to each other that
someone might not switch sides after the contest, claiming to have
supported the other girl. On the other hand, there was a casualness to
the passing of the bills, nobody worried about anyone taking a cut for
themselves as the money was passed along. Yet when all the money had
been collected Janice took ten percent for herself, saying it was to pay
for the vaseline. Nobody objected.
For what a sight it was, ten men now standing up on the dias.
Brittney and Laurie were tasked with greasing each of the cocks that
would try their young bottoms. The girls performed their job with a
certain relish, indeed, with perhaps even a secret attempt to make the
men cum beforehand or, if not that, to at least rub them to the brink of
cumming, so that they would spill easily when their turn came. The men
didn't complain, standing there with their hands tied behind their
backs, their penises well-displayed through the zippers of their
trousers. Who could argue with the soft rubbing hands of a beautiful
seventh-grade girl? Instead each man grunted in agonized satisfaction
as his turn came, feeling the sleek young fingers that threatened to
make him embarrass himself, before the contest had even started, and yet
bringing such physical joy to him that he wished it could last forever.
"My, you do have a big one!" Laurie said, a trace of fear
showing in her blue eyes as she rubbed the man she loved. He gritted
his teeth. He seemed to want to say something to her but her hands were
so loving, so energetic and tender, that he could only gasp and stand
there, exposing himself to her, struggling within himself not to
eliminate himself before the game began. How embarrassing it would be
to be her obvious favorite, to be her first choice, and then to ruin
things for both of them by spilling on the white fur! For her part
Laurie seemed devilishly interested in seeing him do just that, despite
having to then replace him. It was a sort of contest before the
contest, this test of wills between the two of them, she rubbing him and
he struggling not to cum. In the end he won, or she let him win, moving
to the next man and leaving him red and gasping.
"I'm done!" Brittney said, finishing before Laurie, who seemed
to dawdle over the five pricks she'd chosen.
"Now bend over, both of you. Hurry up and finish, Laurie. I
must grease your bottoms," Janice said. She used a wet cloth brought to
her by Beth to wipe her hands first, so that her handling of the money
would not trouble the girls. In truth it was Bob who did most of the
handling, despite his exposed cock, Janice telling him to take their ten
percent and put it in his pocket.
Both girls knelt down on the white fur. They stared out at the
guests, the men standing in two rows behind them, as Janice mounted the
stage. She got down on one knee behind each of them and, taking the now
half-depleted jar of vaseline, made each girl's eyes bulge as she poked
her finger into each of them. Both girls gasped and gritted their teeth
as they were invaded, their tits wiggled prettily beneath them. They
rocked forward on their stockinged knees, their lovely long pinned-up
hair came a little more loose as they suffered the intrusion of Janice's
finger. When Janice was done she got up and Beth gave her the wet towel
again, and she wiped her hands.
"Are you men ready?" Janice asked the men standing behind
Brittney and Laurie.
"Too ready," Jeb, the man Laurie loved, confessed, for he was
so excited now he felt as if he might add unexpectedly to the whiteness
of the fur beneath him.
"Get down then, each of you who were chosen first," Janice
said. Beth and another woman, coming up on the stage, helped the first
two men kneel down. It was Jeb and Steve. "You may crawl forward and
put yourselves to the girls," Janice said to the men. "On my word of
'go' you may attempt to enter them. Beth and Jane here will help open
the girls' bottoms for you. But they will not touch your pricks, except
to guide you to the target." She looked at the two women who had helped
Jeb and Steve kneel down. "You are on the honor system, ladies," she
told them. "I know you will be handling fine pricks but you must resist
the temptation to fondle them. Just hold them chastely, long enough to
get them pressed up against the girl's little back holes. Watch to see
that they enter. Do not touch them otherwise, unless they slip out and
need assistance re-entering. Do you understand?" The two women nodded,
blushing almost as much as the two girls who were waiting to receive.
For it was an awesome prospect, handling five dreamy men's rock-hard
cocks. Despite the difficulty the girls would experience in taking such
rampant flesh up their bottoms it would be ecstatic at the same time,
for what female could truly complain about receiving, in such decorous
circumstances, such a randy salute?
Steve and Jeb shuffled forward on their knees, their hands
bound behind them. There was sweat on both men's brows. Despite the
cool air conditioning in the room they were hot and bothered; who would
not be, having been greased by two lovely seventh grade girls and now
receiving assistance from two Playboy-perfect women? Steve was the
first to bump against a bottom; Brittney sighed and her eyes widened as
she felt him touch her fleshy right cheek. Then Beth reached forward
and grasped Brittney's behind. She yanked the girl's ass open.
Brittney's mouth opened in response, wide with surprise. She felt
Steve's greased cock jam inbetween her cheeks and touch her back hole.
"Oook!" Brittney said, letting Laurie and everyone else know,
quite involuntarily, that Steve had pressed in on her in this most
secret place. Then it was Laurie's turn to gasp, as Beth helped Jeb
work himself inbetween her tight little cheeks. When he was suitably
pressed up against her hiney-hole, wondering how on earth he would get
inside such a tight little aperture, there was a rousing cheer from the
guests. They were eager to see the game begin and yet delighted to see
it poised on the brink. For what is best in love-making, the act
itself, or the moment before it begins? It is an eternal question, one
which Janice drew out now, for a long minute, letting the men sweat
behind the girls, but disallowing them from entering them, while the two
seventh graders knelt side by side on the dias, contemplating the rude
awful contest that they were about to engage in.
When Janice was finished surveying all that was before her, the
two kneeling girls, the waiting men, the gambling wide-eyed guests, she
began the game with a simple word.
"Go," Janice said.
Both men gave a sudden grunting sound. At the same moment
Brittney and Laurie's eyes bulged; they could feel the fleshy lances
making their attempted entrance. A moment later Brittney's eyes
squinted blindly, pain invading her bottomhole as Steven overcame her
resistance. Then her eyes flew open again, as Steve's long cock invaded
her guts, pushing past her little fleshy sphincter ring to shove deep
into her body.
"Now spill," Janice said to Steve. "Do not torture her with
yourself. Get rid of your sperm and let the next man come forward!"
Jeb, meanwhile, was having trouble entering Laurie. His first
attempt was thwarted as his dick lost the contest against her little
back doorway. Thrusting forward, his hips shoved his dick suddenly up
and out of her bottom crack, over the top of her ass. There was
laughter from the guests. Jane quickly grabbed him and put him back
down again, against Laurie's pretty young ass. With her other hand she
wedged open the girl's tight cheeks, then she thrust Jeb in again,
holding him against her while he jerked his hips in an attempt to enter.
"No! Nooooo!" Laurie bleated, feeling the man against her shit
hole. Except for last night, she had only experienced things coming out
of her there, the prospect of something going up her was quite
terrifying. Then she gasped, her mouth opening wide in a rictus of
pain. Jeb had managed to spear her, somehow forcing his greased pole
within her almost cherry back hole. But Brittney was clearly ahead now;
there was a shout from Steve as he lost himself deep in her guts.
"Very good! Very good," Janice complimented Brittney and
Steve. "Out with you now, sir. Let the next gentleman at her." But
Steve would not budge, not yet. He was enjoying the feeling of the
girl's tight compression against his cock. He knelt there, grinning,
letting her milk him until he was dry. Only then did he withdraw, and
by then Laurie was receiving her due.
"Oh God!" Jeb cried, feeling the almost virgin young bottomhole
suck at his cock. He was barely half-way in. Laurie was still
resisting him, her tight little sphincter clutching at every inch of his
flesh as he tried to get himself all the way up her. Now his eyes
rolled in his head as he felt himself cum. It was delicious, pumping
himself dry in this young jailbait bottom. He resolved then that he
would somehow take her home with him, and continue their tryst at his
leisure, where he might torture her at length without anyone
interfering. But meanwhile Jane was urging him to withdraw; he did so
reluctantly. As soon as he was free of the girl's clutching sheath
another man was at his side, on his knees beside him, his own cock still
randily hard, eager to enter the youngster. Jeb drew back from the
child, gazing at her pretty bare ass, then the sight was blocked as the
man beside him moved forward, taking his place.
Jane moved from one man to the other. She took hold of this
second man and eased him between the girl's rubbery resisting cheeks.
"Oooof!" Laurie cried, feeling her new assailant. With a
vigorous thrust he pushed into the girl's back hole. His passage was
made easier by Jeb's recent departure; Laurie was still recovering from
the first assault when the second commenced.
Brittney, meanwhile, was still ahead. The hard-looking,
broad-shouldered man proved to be no match for her tightness. No sooner
had he stuck his lance into her than he came; she smiled secretly to
herself, amidst her gasping cries. Even at 13, a man who might have
done anything he wished to her could not endure her girlishly tight back
hole. With some embarrassment he removed himself, spurting the last of
his seed on the white fur beneath them.
Next it was the construction worker for Brittney; he hammered
skillfully at her back hole, driving quickly in like a big spike being
forced by a sledgehammer. The sperm left by the other two men, along
with the grease, proved no match for any thoughts Brittney might have
had for giving herself a little respite. Her eyes gaped as she felt him
shove deep in her guts. What was worse was that instead of cumming
quickly, like the previous men, he now began to enjoy himself in her
tight little place. Back and forth he rocked on his knees, oblivious to
the urging cries from Janice and Beth that he let himself cum. Brittney
began to plead for his sperm amidst her gasps; she could feel Laurie
gaining on her as the man up her bottom groaned and lost himself in her
near-virgin tightness.
"Hurry! Hurry! You must not be all day about it!" Janice said
to the construction worker. He looked up at her, his cock sluicing back
and forth in Brittney's sperm coated colon.
"It's not every day a man gets to fuck a girl like this," the
construction worker said to Janice. "Most nights I'm forced to settle
for photos."
"Oooh! Huwwy! I'm looOOOOsing!" Brittney gasped.
Beth reached between the man's legs. She squeezed his balls.
"No. You must not," Janice cautioned the woman. "Much as I
would like to help this young girl she must bring him off on her own.
Hurry, sir. You are hurting her!"
"Oooh! Ack!" Brittney cried, in vocal testimony to the damage
the man was beginning to do to her rectum. For it doesn't take too much
effort to tear a girl there, and the construction worker was gleefully
oblivious to the harm he might cause.
"In case you don't know, photos of young girls having sex are
illegal," the man told Janice. "I have to go to a lot of trouble to get
them."
"Yes well you're putting my little guest to a lot of trouble,"
Janice told the man, for Brittney had now begun to cry. "Spill, sir!"
she ordered. Seeing her words were useless, she turned to the weeping
girl. "Squeeze him more tightly!" she urged her.
"I'm squeezing him TOO tightly. He's tearing me!" Brittney
shouted. A delirious look came to the construction worker's face as he
realized the damage he was doing inside the child with his big cock.
Sadistically, he rose her even harder. Janice was forced to say,
"Well, you must be torn sometime, girl, I suppose this is the
night for it."
Meanwhile Laurie had found her own sadist. It was the surfer,
and he was riding her with the expertness of a pro atop a wave. It
mattered not to him that this was only a small seventh grader kneeling
under his assault, he worked her with the same enthusiastic energy that
he reserved out at sea for the most challenging waves. Back and forth
he moved, opening her deepest places with his big banana-like cock,
enjoying the sight of himself sliding in and out of her, feeling her
clutch at him, holding back his gift of sperm like some miserly Santa.
She too was torn by his assault, his penis tearing her mucosa a little,
even as the construction worker brought the same fate to Brittney's
bottom. Then both of them came, together, and they even managed to look
over at each other, in the throes of their orgasm, as if to congratulate
each other on their triumph not only over the girls, but over the women
who would have seen them cum much more quickly.
"Now that was a good fuck," the construction worker said,
withdrawing himself with a grunt of satisfaction.
"Best I've ever ridden," the surfer agreed. Both girls wept as
they realized they were tied, neither was ahead, and they still had to
face two more cocks. The next two men came forward, as eager as those
who had cum and departed, but the two kneeling girls, their bottoms
bleeding, were a mess of sperm and disheveled hair and torn stockings.
They were in no mood to receive more, and their faces showed it as the
two women behind them reluctantly put their fourth paramours to them.
"Oooh! No pwease!" Brittney cried.
"Oh God no more! No more!" Laurie pathetically bleated. But
Janice was not about to stop the contest; she would have to refund all
the guests' money if it was a tie. So she let the fucking proceed, and
the girls with their tender bottoms cried openly as they now suffered
the new intrusions. As luck would have it, the men came quickly. Then
it was time for the fifth man to be put to each girl, and as the girls
shared agonized glances they realized they were still neck-and-neck.
"Do her quickly, sir. She will be whipped if she loses,"
Janice urged the last man.
"Hurry, sir. Do not delay your cumming," Jane said with equal
urgency to the man she put to Laurie.
"Believe it or not, I'm a law enforcement agent," the man
putting himself into Brittney's young bottom hole said to Janice. He
grunted, as he felt the girl's nether cheeks take his erection. "I was
supposed to come here tonight and bust you, but I guess I'll just cum,"
he said.
"God, I have to pee," the man sticking his cock into Laurie
commented.
"Don't pee in her. Just cum," Jane told him.
"Really? You're a cop?" Janice couldn't help asking the man
who was fucking Brittney.
"Yes. And lucky for you she chose me, otherwise I wouldn't
have ended the night this way," the man said. He gasped as he felt the
girl's tightness envelope him. "God, my wife will kill me if she ever
finds out I fucked a girl the same age as our daughter," he said.
Suddenly the man inside Laurie yanked himself back. His cock
popped out of her, quite audibly, and he arched it over the upper curve
of her butt. With a gasp he suddenly began peeing. A yellow stream of
himself went shooting into the pretty blonde girl's hair, from behind,
as her eyes registered total shock and surprise. Despite all she'd
endured, despite the red sheen of blood staining the man's cock from her
damaged bottom, this was the most awful thing yet to happen to her.
"God! He's peeing on me!" Laurie shouted. Tears were running
down her face and falling into her mouth, even as the man's urine
streamed down along the sides of her cheeks and her straining neck. The
man's piss continued, even when Jane grabbed him and pinched him in an
attempt to stop the flow. He was too big, too hard, for her to get him
to stop. When he was finished he gave a grunt of satisfaction. But his
bathroom break in Laurie's hair cost her the contest; Brittney, kneeling
beside her, gave a whoop of satisfaction, despite her own tears, as she
felt the cop in her ass lose his sperm.
Among the guests, there were grumbles of dissatisfaction. Half
of them, betting on Laurie, had lost, and it didn't seem fair that they
should lose because one of the men had chosen to relieve his bladder.
But Janice announced that the contest was decided.
"It is a physical event. We must allow for all the aspects of
physicality that might intrude," she said. "Brittney, you may take a
seat among the guests. Laurie, it is the whip for you."
"No! No!" Laurie cried, as Beth and Jane both moved to hold
the girl down. As for Brittney, she was helped up by the men, all ten
of them, they giving her admiring smiles at the torment she'd endured to
give them pleasure and herself the victory. Now the most obscene part
of the evening ensued, for Laurie, with her already bleeding bottom, her
mucosa torn and pee in her hair, was not eager to face the lash. It
would be given up on the dias, before the guests, her naked body
suffering for the casual amusement of those present. A new round of
bets were called for, this one how many strokes the girl might receive
before the cheeks of her bottom bled. Janice was reluctant to be that
hard on the girl but when she saw the amounts of money being passed
forward she resolved to take Laurie to that limit, to let her taste the
real damage that a leather thong could do to a naked ass. Beth and Jane
were given a pair of panties to put in the girl's mouth. They stuffed
them in without reservation and then a woman's stocking was offered to
tie around the girl's head, to keep her impromptu gag in place.
As Laurie tasted the excitement the woman had left as a gift in
her panties, moisture from her cunt, her eyes gaping, Jane and Beth tied
her hands with yarn. Then a man offered to be a kind of human sawhorse,
kneeling for the girl to be put over; he would support her with his
strong back as her bare ass received the strokes of Janice's whip. He
removed his clothes first, at the urging of the guests. They were
greeted with the sight of his bare buttocks, his full balls suspended
between his powerful thighs. He was not one of the men who had been put
to the girls. He was still randy and eager, his cock pressing against
his belly now as he received Laurie's body over his own.
Pleadingly, her mouth bound and her cheeks bulging, Laurie
gazed out at the crowd. There was wild remorse in her eyes; she did not
want the whip, she had lost interest in the whole evening when the man
had wet in her hair. But Janice had not made her reputation as a
dominatrix by being gentle with girls; she could be, of course, but when
the iron was hot, then she was known for striking, regardless of the
consequences. To the amazement of her guests she stood now behind the
small weeping gagged child. She raised her whip, which she had kept
coiled under her chair the entire evening. She let its length dangle
before the eyes of her guests; which of them might feel it next? For a
whip, once brought out, rarely was satisfied with just one victim. Then
she lifted it and struck. Laurie's eyes, already wide, seemed to pop
out of her head. A gasping cry was heard behind the muffling of her
gag, rising to a scream. The man under Laurie, holding her up, rocked
to one side in sympathy, moving like a tree in a strong wind.
Janice waited, letting the impact of her blow reverberate
through Laurie's small frame. Where the girl's bottom had been white,
except for a scattering of pinch marks, it now bore a bright red line.
Janice intended to add at least a half dozen more, and the last one
would be deliberately placed over the first so that the flesh would tear
and the girl's bottom would bleed. Of course, she might accidentally
hit it sooner, or hit another soon-to-be-placed line instead, hence the
bets, for one could never be sure when a tender young bottom would
suddenly break open. Especially a little girl's bottom, the bottom of a
girl who had yet to get past the first grade of junior high.
"And to think I used to run around chasing after people with
photos!" the cop, watching from beyond the dias, remarked.
"This is much better than a photo, don't you think?" a woman
sitting beside him asked.
"Yeah, and I'd hate to see it written up as a story," he said.
"It would make the average photo look like something put out by the boy
scouts."
His remarks were cut short by the sound of the lash. It came
cracking down again, this time hitting Laurie not across the middle of
her bottom, as the first blow had, but at the base of her seat, lifting
her up as it caught her there and snaked rapidly away.
"OoooOOOOH!" Laurie wailed, her eyes growing to the size of
saucers as she was lifted and dropped by the lash. Again the man over
whom she was draped rocked in sympathy with the blow. Once more Janice
waited, as tears rolled freely down the girl's face and her tits,
hanging down the man's right side, quivered with abject nakedness,
shivering with her gasps.
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