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Licking the anus

2012-01-10T06:27:00.000-08:00

The statistic says that for each test that disgust, there is at least another who adores him. We speak of the anus, and various sexual practices that focus attention on that area of our body that is still completely taboo for many.
We hope that this brief guide will inspire you to move the horizon, at a time of pleasure that knows no gender.

Warning! The games are so delicious anal, because they are dangerous to health if not performed with some degree of awareness. We refer primarily to hygiene, which must never be rough, the anus being an area particularly rich in bacteria, but we also speak of the possibility of really hurting, so do not neglect the exercise before and during communication with your partner the act.

One of the best known is the masturbatory practices of the anus anilingus or rimming:
erotic stimulation that is to lick or kiss the back of the little hole partners. Excellent as an aperitif Anal, for an initial stimulation and lubrication of the area that is richly innervated, begin to relax.

POSITION The best to do this is the doggie or doggy style: in this way you will have a perfect view of what you are doing and also both within easy reach with your hands other areas of pleasure.

The analingus you can receive even lying on your back or stomach, but in this case, help you with a pillow to expose most of your ass to the attention of the partners, put it under you or between your legs to keep them apart, if engaged in 69 with a sort of "Rimmer" behind you.

How to Practice:

Start by stroking the buttocks, lean lips gently and sensuality, let him feel your breath in the vicinity of the anal hole. Then try your hand in a kiss sweet and light in the area surrounding the opening and poking some reckless language. Allow your partner time to digest this feeling and then games.
For the first touch, you have several chances:

flat tongue to lick like an ice cream, the whole anal sulcus
flat tongue pressure against the opening, then alternate between licking from bottom to top of light penetration
with the tip of his tongue licking all around the opening and penetrate

As you do, masturbate your partner's genital area;
be lost permanently to the head for women, is enough of a circular motion or a slight pressure on the area of the clitoris and vaginal penetrations kind, with your hand or with a mini dildo.
Most men instead of mad for "blowjob reverso" get to the member with one hand and pull back so you can tighten, then the alternate hand movements with the play of language, through the anus and the scrotum if you make it up to a point.

The more daring can use as an antidote rimming, or completion, the sadomasochistic practice. The torture and bondage genital blend perfectly with the delicacy of the Licking Anal, generating a mix of contrasting physical and mental sensations.
If you will be able to dominate your partner physically and mentally, you can help him move from passively receiving rimming to desire it so hard to improvise a pleading facesitting.

Another variant games are hot and cold. Bring a cup of hot tea and some ice cubes, and after the first tranche of rimming, sip a little of your drink warm and then transfer it directly into your mouth dala anal sulcus partner do the same with the ice, or better again with cold water. Attention to fine tune the temperatures, there the skin is delicate and ultra-sensitive nerve!

In general, we recommend you do so at the conclusion of the various pre-oral: the passage of bacteria from the anus to the vagina or the penis may cause irritation or infection.
Completely safe to do so, equip yourself with dental gum, a film of lightweight plastic, waterproof and resistant to heat, to be applied on the anal area as a veil, but unfortunately is still little known in Italy and sold but is still available from the best online sex shop Foreign-line ... or from your dentist, it is widely used in dental surgery.
You can also build your dental gum at home, using a condom, the first cut in the horizontal portion of the shell, then vertically, the condom for its entire length. In this way it will reduce to a spreadsheet. Apply some lubricant on hand to make it adhere better and avoid the partner who suffers the analingus, annoying chafing. Use condoms to the taste of fruit to make the practice less alienating.

Good licks at all!

Incest with my Mother

2011-12-13T08:25:00.000-08:00

Hello everyone, my name is Johan. I'm 18 years old, and I'm a nice guy with a fucking fairy tale and a height of approximately 1.70. My mother's name Frances is 43 years old, nice ass with two fabulous breasts, I think the fourth most ports.
Often did I jerk off thinking about her. and finally, it happened that beautiful evening intense.

My father had left the day before in Bologna, for a job outside. my brothers would sleep from my grandparents. and I was alone with my mother.
"Can I sleep in bed with you?" I asked him
"Sure!" I said
As a child when my father was always slept with my mother in Latvia.
She had a very light pajamas, and as I noticed that he had regiseno. I'd rather sleep in my underwear (it was summer and hot).
We relax both of them on the bed. my mom fell asleep soon after. I do not get to sleep, I close the object of my fantasies. I checked if he slept, and began to touch her breasts. This triggered a state of erection of my penis. I took off my pants and started masturbating. "Ohhh" as enjoyed. This lasted for a few minutes, until I came. orgasm splashed on the covers of my mother. I fell asleep immediately after the cut.

The next day .. I returned from school. and there was my mother who was hanging out the clothes. I lay on my bed, I was tired. It was at that time my mom.
"It's the night that happened?" I asked
I was lost for words.
"I know you thinking of me Seghi pig .." I smiled.
I stood speechless.
"So you want a show?"
I year. Of course I wanted.
"But do not fuck .. I'm your mother" I interroppe
I sat on the bed. and my mother began to dance around. slowly taking off his vest. had a nice regiseno. began to touch her boobs. I took off my panties and started maturbarmi. "If you can touch," he said. with one hand and touched and hugged me while the other segavo. Regiseno finally rose. a fourth was certainly ample. Then he began to unbutton his pants, prejudice basis only with panties. I started masturbating stronger. Finally took off his pants. He had a pussy SPECTACULAR! "Can I?" I told him. "I'm sorry but you can not .. I have already touched her breasts," she said. "I might lick your lips?" I asked. She came up to my mouth, and together we weave the language, kissing passionately. Finally he gave me one last kiss on the mouth, took his clothes and walked out of my room.

The same evening .. I had decided I had to have!
I slept
another time with her, the last because my father would come back the next night.
This time not to sleep more but completely NAKED in his underwear. with my hard cock that rocked. "So hot you feel?" said my mother. I year. "I also sleep Vabene completely naked, Paice me that a young man I want," he said. We lay on the bed chatting. Suddenly my mother said: "As a young boy I fuck like you," he said. "And I as I would like to fuck a woman like you 40 years" I replied. "We do one thing son, do you have? Just ask me that and I'm here." I did not I say it twice. I jumped to the off. kissing with the tongue and biting his lips. I started to nibble her breasts and hold tight to my chest. dropped further down, started to lick her pussy. "Lolly son pork! I adore you! Let me dream!" screamed the paiche. I licked like a pig and she enjoyed. Then, exhausted, lay on the bed. My mom looked at my cock, and began to masturbate. "What I did with handsome son!" it was deemed satisfied. Then put it all in her mouth, using it as if it were lollipops. "Ahhhhhh," I said excitedly. "Spompinami mommy" the yelling. and she licked licked, my cock was getting bigger. Francesca just ended. lay down and began to make a fingering in her Hairy Pussy. "Fuck me!" licked her lips excited. The stuffed my cock up her beautiful pussy. "Ohhhhhh SIIIIIIII" screaming. It was the verse that made me more excited. "You look great Mom!" I shouted. and then stuck it stronger. As soon as we finished. began to make me another blow job. Then I put my cock between her tits doing a great tit, where I was this time. sborrai in the face of my mother that if I lick everything and seemed even more excited. I did it and run and stuck it in the ass. As soon as we finished we were exhausted. we played a little longer, I with her tits and her with my dick. "Then bring me a young friend?" I said. "And you bring me a mother like you a bitch?" I told him. Then the discussion ended there.

A sexual adventure

2011-11-08T07:05:00.000-08:00

Hello friends,
I want to tell this adventure a few months ago.
I've always been opposed to the stories that arise at work or in relationships between colleagues, however, but that day ... ....
Anna and a colleague of mine with whom I share more than 10 hours a day together, very cute curly blonde a good physique and forms to the right place, never vulgar in dress. Indeed always very succinct.
I state that you like me and married her husband and a former colleague of mine, we often talk about sex every time and she seems bored by the routine. The husband reproaches him always to be very classic and not to change anything, while she would love to transgress.
"Come to pizza tonight" as soon as I see makes me anna
"You go? "
"If you go you"
I hate dinners with colleagues, but I can always say no then I ask Anna if she needed a ride.
"To step 20. At your home "
"Ok" says Anna.
20 are accurate to 20 minutes passed from her intercom.
"Salts" she says "ok, but what you lack"
Arrived to open up the door and call her husband later
"There and went to play soccer, a drink there on the table"
"Hurry up"
When he enters the kitchen almost faint black shoe with a heel with slit skirt white blouse unbuttoned transparent.
"Cunt that you are"
"But stop idiot"
"Stop fucking"
when you turn the glass to make the sign of a small appetizer stands out thong under her skirt. My cock is not indifferent.
"And that ass, but Salvatore has ever fucked you?"
"Stop" Anna turns red in the face
"We go by that are the nine" I tell him
"Yes"
Locked in traffic in rome peek anna blouse and throwing glances at her legs.
"I stop to look embarrassed, feeling that bar we stopped in a drink"
"But it later"
"Go"
Anna does not go unnoticed when we enter a group of boys with naked eyes, and she enjoys and accentuates its sway, explain everything and now I'm in the game of my colleague.
Take a drink sitting at a table, Anna smiles and crosses his legs all the time revealing black panties under her skirt.
When I get up I see two guys behind us who kept staring at provoke.
"Anna you have been hard even to that old" I told him when I get back to the table,

"You too?"
"We go by." I had my dick in your pants that I broke out but did not tell him anything.
"Tell me that there you have the harder you too?" I asked while in the car,
"I'm wet"
"You bitch you tonight"
"YES".
It was late for pizza
"Go home"
"No I will not take me around"
"Where?"
"I do not know"
I put in motion, Anna reaches out his hand on my pants and feel up to my fly, pulled across the skirt and was masturbating while my cock tightly
"I enjoy I enjoy" putting her finger to her mouth.
I knew where I was going well and I knew what I wanted to do.
"Now I'll take you in a nice place"
"Where?"
"Do you trust"
All 'eur there are several places to play in the car park and turn off the lights so
"Then this would be a nice place, dark and no one there"
appearance a few minutes then turn on the headlights in front of us was in a car a couple fucking and you could hear the screams,
"So you like?"
Anna does not respond by continuing to enjoy the show,
"Look? "
"Where?"
A big cock in his hand he was a colored boy who banged on the glass, it was huge and long.
"Go away"
"As you now want to leave."
Another cock was huge with a chapel added. Within minutes the car was surrounded by cocks, I motioned to the two boys to stay and the others left. Anna was incredulous look through the eyes of those chapels outside, her hands between her legs back.
I opened the door, the two boys came with their rods straight and brought him down, took one from behind and began to go through his legs, while the other unbuttoned her blouse.
In a second was left with the bra and the thong, got out and turned to the boys
"And my ass"
Anna was on her knees and sucking one of the three chapels with mine that was in front,
"Suck my dick anna" I said, I support Anna sat on the hood and start sheep sucks one of the boys wasted no time and with a sharp blow to the pussy slip into his trunk.
Anna began to whimper like a bitch, but now the other guy had put his chapel in his mouth.
Suddenly a stream of Sboro fill the back of Anna. The other off the mouth from his cock and with a sharp thrusts her pussy of my colleague. Begins to mount it with speed and strength by sending his big cock all inside. Anna stops sucks
"I enjoy I enjoy, yet."
The boy raises his cock out pussy
"Face face" cries
anna time around because of the type Sboro invests it all over your face.
The hill on the hood of the car and spread her legs and with a finger moistened with saliva to spread his buttocks,
"No, no ass I'm a virgin"
"You were"
decided to put my hat in his buttocks, a small scream of pain and pleasure only
"I enjoy"
I put my cock and slam it all in with great force.
I can not do more than I enjoyed "I rejoice in the ass bitch"
Anna is a few minutes on the hood air destroyed but a huge smile
"The most beautiful in the evening."
These are the women I like provocative and open to all. After that day, just work with Anna.

The tales of a slut

2011-10-23T05:52:00.000-07:00

Amed was pumping slowly and gently caressed her pussy was my beloved cornutello while I stroked her face with kisses, constantly asking "how are you? You like?" I did not answer, but making it clear annuvo c he was on the seventh floor cielo.Pian felt the prick Amed become harder and deeper and could not understand what profondità.Non of questions within and 26 cm were then asked to verify the sweet horns approaching and he told me it was still less than half than what already fuori.Pensai I had enough to make me stragodere.Amed was away from my body and expertly maneuvered the plane cazzo.Pian began to pump faster and I thought he had now arrived and was ready to cum, I relaxed again and I enjoyed the cock rubbed against the beefy walls of my swollen umori.Amed pumped harder and harder and I was expecting a splash of cum exaggerated, but .... going faster and faster he went as a dead weight on me poking around the cazzo.Dal maximum enjoyment was passed the maximum pain, it seemed only a moment in the lower belly and open urlai.Amed asserted that it was all over me I drove his tongue into her mouth and was fermo.Io I could not breathe and felt a pain in the pussy pazzesco.lui stood, and after 3-4 minutes it started to move his cock now standing there heard him come in stomaco.Ero subject to the plunger of Amed with a reassuring smile while you kept saying "we are all really slutty dentro.brava.sei and doce desirous of whom I spoke to your husband telefono.che gentle tickle your pussy do the hair of my two balls full of cum for a te.Sei extraordinary lover, I've fucked a lot but you are the queen of sluts "His words to me they relax and the pain was replaced by huge libido and a great feel as well as long pumped me made me proud to enjoy the beautiful pussy that was why I found myself able to enjoy a fucking amazing after all those dimensions, I was finally pumped long pervaded A sense of enjoyment ever tried and I thought .... size matters ... eccome.Il my treasure while being fucked in an exaggerated way and pulled fotografafa saw, at one point was reached with copious sketches both me Amed . My pussy was a fountain of pleasure as it had never been and was panting like a Amed distance runner in a race until he was saying words that do not understand and I was flooded by a swollen river hot.
After a while Amed began to withdraw his cock and just come out of my pussy made the sound of a bottle of champagne just opened a small bang which was followed by
the escape of so much cum that you went to deposit on the sheet.
I burned so much that her pussy but just asked my treasury to take a can of Coke from the minibar that I leaned on the labia majora to soothe the burning.
Amed turned to me and said, "like, I'm sorry, I like you so much and I could not rimenere away Essert wanted him to do so and I had to poke around inside, I think I made you ill, but I almost never like to stick around te.Complimenti.figa with fantastic "And my treasure took over the waterfall of cum from my pussy with the camera.
After a shower and some agreed to go to dinner insieme.Rivestito Amed returned to his room and we Sun beds on the bed exhausted, satisfied and quiet.

Smells like sex

2011-10-04T03:45:00.000-07:00

What happened?
Where did you go? Where is the girl who slip in the daisies
in your hair, those flowing, long and smooth as silk, not the
hairstyle you have now Roman matron, who played and rolled in
meadows with me and laughed and scoffed and then kissed me with all of impulsion
the impetuosity of carefree twenty years?

I look at you now. You are not the same. The expression hardened between the eyes
and the dark look that does not turn on for me. No more runs in the
deserted beach at dusk, no more bonfires and shooting stars and kisses and
gasps and whispers and caresses your body tense and my soft and stretching
towards you.

An endless line of umbrellas. All the same rust-colored,
perfectly aligned. In our new world there is no room
for the disorder.
Own home, two children, a reassuring bank account and an SUV
brand new as you would expect from a family like ours. All
right things and in their place.

I see it. I see how you look, is not news to me that your eyes
sly and mischievous.
On average, high, average and sovappeso mediamento married. Goatee and
shaved temples. Blue eyes.
I've got brown eyes, the color of the universe no longer anonymous. Like me.
Looks and insistent reciprocated between the deck and greasy sun cream
solar and wet bodies.
Looks blues and blacks that are woven, over our children
play together, above the tedium of marriage, above the tedium of the whole
this life.

`Then I go '
`Yes, I rest with the children '
It was rigged. Only a slight haze, but there is. There would be no need
to stay. Julia and Frederick sleep like rocks and in any case are
large enough to be able to spend a few hours alone.
But I do not want. I did not feel like fully equipped with the villages
palm trees, walkways neat and tidy, animators frenzied and insistent
demented and their toys. I feel like disorder.
I close my eyes. At this moment I would be on a deserted beach,
ocean with the wind blowing hard on you face and a girl
Let put flowers in their hair.

But I go out. On impulse. Air. I need air. The Tyrrhenian Sea is not
the Atlantic, but if I close my eyes I could make it, I'm not
so old that no longer being able to dream.
I walk past the amphitheater, bombastic music and revelry.
Animation lead from the speaker's voice haranguing the crowd
delirium holiday. They're playing a game, I think we understand,
recruit pairs of men-children and make them play with their own
like big kids themselves retarded. I'm going to move on when something I
leads us to stop. A laugh that I know well, in that grove of noise and
shouting. Argentina laughter, fresh and happy as I felt not the most
twenty years.
In fact she is on stage. Besides, between you and the animator is the type of
beach.
Waves, laughs and moves in that game for children moron.
The guy with the goatee is histrionic, you can see from a mile away that tries to
to impress her, on the other hand does not refuse at all. If you want to
to impress my wife to come get blue eyes. They are a guarantee.
Here, I feel pain now, call it jealousy, and yet nothing.
The void.
The game assumes that the two are intertwined and struscino positions
complicated, of course, erotic. Her breasts are laid back
man, who once surprised. He clearly liked the look and
flows into the neckline is full of greed.
Satisfied smiles. Have you noticed the blue on their breasts and hug him
look that is more targeted than a promise.

I do not know why.
Because I am crouched behind a willow tree, the shadows of empty fields
sports as a voyeur spying on my wife who allows himself to a
unknown.
Not a trace of that pain that comes and not expected to arrive.
I stand by while palpating the breasts, squeezes hard, hands
to bowl on the light fabric of summer dress.
He had not so great when her tits. I think I have grown with the
pregnancy and after there have been bulky and cumbersome, ready to
to the delight of some unfaithful with blue eyes and a goatee.
He kisses her on the neck and once I give my wife languidly with
libido in the face.
If you want to fuck my wife baciatela neck. Not resistant, guaranteed.
The neckline plunges a hand, knead for a long time, then a semi-circle
unbuttoning her dress.
A breast, big and heavy slips out of the bra, half
lowered.
And 'white as milk and its unexpected appearance and overbearing
pierces the darkness of the night and makes me feel a thrill at all inspettato.
I do not know more than your body. These new forms do not know your
curvaceous ladies. Too much time has passed since the last time I
removed the nightgown and admired your naked body in the light
warm and discreet of our room.
Kisses her tits. One at a time. Sucks, and those larger alveoli purple
that so many times I licked, swallowed disappear in the gross goatee
a mouth alien and unknown.
You lift your skirt, while all around the crickets begin to whine
Psalms obsequious.
The white panties, tanned thighs at the bottom. His hand that
penetrates, you who bowed his head and sighs.
It 'made, clearly surrendered, no more will prevent this man from
fuck my wife in the complicit silence of this corner apart.
Certainly not me who I am petrified behind this tree weeping in
ruminating feelings and not feel that I should try that and other new
I should have and I have.
He kneels in front of you and her shaved head disappeared under her skirt
black panties fall to the ankles and you rolled his eyes, sighs
and let this man, you do not know even the name, lick
The voluptuously quim.
I've taught you this game. At first you did not want to know
oral sex. You said things to animals. Only little by little you
let it go to my kisses and my explorations wet.
`Dammit, I'm coming! ' I've shouted a voice ridiculously naive
the first time. I think I still feel the sting of your
thighs on the cheeks, on your own taste foul language.
And 'the flash of a moment, then back to the present. This is now
before me, under the diaphanous light of the lamps of the field
basketball. And 'my wife, the one I married more than ten years ago,
is the mother of my children leaning against a tree, the pants down
and legs spread, her pussy gets licked by this man.
In the end I knew it would come this time. I knew from the day
when I started not to look over as he undressed in the evening. For
ignore it for days to reject the idea of having to digustato
quell'arpia something poisonous with whom I had just finished
fight over a light left on or the volume too high.
A few impromptu adventure and hasty affair, I had
definitely transportation off any residue.
Yet I seem to find yourself in a new light while this will
strips and strips in front of you in turn.
Maybe it will be for the white breast dangling limply out of the
shoulder, or maybe it will be for the hand that now creep in
pants, but something inside me moves. I thought a new desire
now gone over me to see that hand moving in my pants
of the unknown.
The're touching my cock. You're squeezing a cock that is not mine. E
move the hand wearily as he lowers her dress and bra you
only solution, and the breasts quivering as you leap out of two
bags of jelly.
Works to free, strap buttons, zipper, and finally arrives.
A thrill to violent and gross cost when you finally see
shake your dick. The masturbate limp, tired with the rhythm
which I know well. Does not last long. He will put his hands on his shoulders
forced to decrease. We know what to do all three now.
Or at least what he wants from you.
Here. Now I just want to see what happens. If you really my wife
he will put in your mouth fucking disgusting. Because she hates it seriously
this thing here.
After years of attempts, and I insisted I had lost all hope
let me make a pump until my wife in the most unexpected
evenings, for the first and only time, actually happened.
His mother had died that morning, and I do not know if depression
followed or what, but we ended up in bed almost immediately and there in a
sigh and a tear my wife finally agreed to have it
mouthing.
I seemed to touch the sky with a finger, even though technically it was not
a great thing. It was the first time in his life that he did and did not know
well as move. If you rubbed a little 'in his mouth open and when
finally decided to stick it in his mouth he could not go
over the glans.
I still eiaculai almost immediately.

I did not realize at the time, but the crickets have stopped complaining and
now we are all there to wait and see what will my wife.
And finally Marianna moves. He holds in his hand Tretto, opens his mouth,
China is, and - at that very moment with a crash depart
Automatic sprinklers. For a moment the scene is comic, you jumped up
naked and he is behind you, with that almost looks like a cock dangling
satyr chasing its prey.
Chasing and trying to get away from the water jet eventually
falling into it just below, and clinging to each other trying to get rid
wearing clothes that have the last.

And now look at me. I am the guy from behind, and slightly balding 'hunched.
Look at me while I masturbate watching my wife having sex with another
man. Look at me while I admire the nude body, tanned and rediscover
as if for the first time.
Between the folds of her skirt raised in life, we can see her pussy.
Also stop masturbating for a better look at this hole that once
I belonged and where he soon penetrate another man in my place, if not
I do nothing.
And 'so long that I will not give them that I'm surprised to discover
perfectly smooth and hairless. I did not shave there. In our time
or at our age, there was and there is this fashion of shaving the pubic area. The
fact that has made me rediscover the youngest and available.
Maybe not even begin to feel jealous, but at least jealous
this guy with blue eyes who was able to take to bed,
that is, on the lawn, my wife with her new boobs and shaved pussy.
It happens without me noticing. She is lying prone and he is over
nibbling your ear. Now I should step in and snatch
on. I realize that something is happening only when I see the bare ass
him moving rhythmically up and down.
A dense pierces my heart. Should I jump now or run away
up and torn off, whatever. And I stay here
suffer watching my wife gets fucked like a dog from another.
I see well now that I had them put on all fours. It has not even taken
the trouble to take off the dress. Have your skirt rolled up on his back
straps and lowered the heavy breasts, out of the bra
oscillate violently, his face in the stomach, it crashes with a thud
hours of a dull and then the other.
Not even the most murdered whores so you are hitting in the middle of the field
of a squalid suburban garden.
Whore!
Whore!
Whore! Cry.
Then come cum copiously on the daisies.

Indentation is almost dawn. Sgaiattoli in the bathroom trying not to
noise. I make sure that the children sleep and I'll join you. I hold in hand
close an iron bar.
You are in front of the mirror and you bathe your face. Your eyes are rimmed
red. You must have wept. He looked up and watch it without understanding my
grim face reflected in the glow of neon.
Do you have any bruises on the neck and arms. A shoulder of the dress is
torn and can be seen in the breast inflating the bra. You stink of
sex and wet grass.
I feel a chill in the back while I lift the heavy bar. I do
sucks, I hate you more than ever and I have a craving to fuck.
Without a word I'll come back with the bar open space. You snag
new dress, denudantoti the chest and buried his face in the crook of
neck. We stiffen, then close your eyes and let yourself go and I
caress, looking with your mouth mine. Bumps when you hear my
bar crawl between your buttocks.
I'll lean over the sink, I find your cunt, your new Pussy
filthy shaved your face and look stunned in a shrink
grimace of pleasure as my rod slowly penetrates inside you.

Sex in the office

2011-09-26T10:26:00.000-07:00

Knock before entering, even though I know you're alone in the office. I expect, you're sitting on your desk, with your tight jeans that I have so often envied because they could bind up your body. Today also envy the white gilettino close that squeezes your breasts.
You're my divorce lawyer, yes, my wife is over, it had become too boring and apathetic, inside and outside the bed.
There are weeks that we meet to develop practices and each time I am off wheels for you. You will certainly be noticed, a woman can not escape these things, I've never dared to.
We end up talking about paperwork and ask me how I am, I reply that I might feel better after many years of marriage are no longer used to not having a woman next door.
-But who knows what we will be out of line!
-Nah, no fights nail for months!
-What a shame, a man like you should not be alone!
-But I'm alone and I do everything myself
All-round? (I bite my lip when you ask me)
-Oh, I'm a DIY expert, put it this way.
-But if the do it yourself I'll try do to me?

By now we had launched, the hormones had taken over on noi.Ti're up from your chair and you come and sit on my lap, your hand caresses my hair, I do the same with yours, our faces are approach, my c4zz0 gets tough, but we do not kiss', rub the lips on each other without pulling out his tongue, as if I wanted to wait even longer to increase the pleasure, my nose against yours, hands scour every inch of our faces, I run my thumb on your upper lip, then on the bottom, stick it inside. Suck my thumb, we will put in a little while 'the other this your hungry mouth. While you're still sucking my thumb I stick my tongue in your mouth, lick my own thumb, saliva dripping from our mouths, we are doing with a blow to my finger and I'm really excited to be crazy.
You untie the vest, button after button, while still obscenely kiss, tongues out of his mouth, suck on there, there to lick. I slip my hand under the shirt and I'll go in search of tits. I've lost entire nights thinking of them and finally I can not shake. How are firm! The urge became too much, I get up and let you sit on the desk, you untie them down with jeans and mid-thigh, bend your legs on his chest, your
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Pussy is a beautiful vision, completely shaved, swollen with pleasure, you can see with the naked eye that you're excited, you're drenched. I bend down to lick it, keeping the legs by the ankles. I run his tongue along the groove from the bottom up, first with only the tip, then slowly sinking more and more into, I'll dig. I take a hand on your ankle and use it to rub on the trigger and also to give it some slap. You run away squeal of pleasure, though perhaps make you enjoy a little 'hurt my slaps. I'll take the edge of orgasm but it is not yet time for you to enjoy, it's time to dip my biscuit. I'll hold you in the same position, I'll support the legs on my shoulders, we were at my house at this time I'd already tied to the bed and I abused you in any way possible, here I have to please. I support my hat and shiny red on your pussy, I do a little rubbing 'up and down' until you beg me to fuck you. I do get a little, you still have the jeans to mid-thigh and her pussy is tight, I like it that way. I have to push hard to get my gear and while I do it becomes even harder. You cow from which you reach out a hand and try to feel almost single threaded from the inside! I can push it in until all the balls. The tip of my uterus c4zz0 touches you, I screwed! The shove in with violence, you're my doll slut. Now we change position, I'll put on all fours, again with jeans to mid-thigh, but I'm going to change the hole, you stick your finger in the ass, it makes no effort, I put it two, well they come. I put on my three, so I have a little 'more effort, but also pushing them enter, now you're ready. My pisellone is harder than ever, the support for the little hole and you butt-fuck. Yes, I'm bugger like a slut, my whore. You should see it as it enters and exits, as polished as it is big. You roll your hair, your long blonde hair.
-Do you like taking it up the ass bitch eh?
-Continue, rompimelo please!
I fit myself to your will, I sank into the hole up to you to become obscenely open, you will shake and scream even more. I will put my hand on the neck and hold you still, I like to dominate you, make you feel that person is your boss. Do a few push-and-forth, you come in the ass. You are still property, you have emptied the orgasm. But now it's up to me '. I'll go back on the desk, belly up with the head off the edge, dangling. I'll shove in your mouth, I'm the practical purpose. I can get him almost anything, the noise is obscenely exciting. saliva running down your whole face, I push more and more frantically, I will collect you directly in the throat.
Siiiiiiiiiii, sborroooooooooooo. streams and streams of hot sperm invade your throat and you swallow everything, greedily. I clean it properly, is not even a drop.

A woman fucked

2011-08-15T13:21:00.000-07:00

Beautifull woman that I have fucked in the ass.

My wife's friends

2011-07-19T08:51:00.000-07:00

Sometimes things in life take a turn for the unexpected. Not that I was born yesterday, but this really could never imagine. I'm Paul and this winter, suddenly, they were invited to dinner by Luisa (name), my wife, a couple of friends, our peers, and between forty and fifty. Even if, in fact, friends of it, is not that we frequented that much, few interests and activities.
"You know, dear - do you - would go out with a little case of 'more with Mark and Antonella, at the bottom are nice and decent: invite them to dinner!" We agreed on the following Saturday and tell the truth, I do not mind at all renew with them.
Prepared in due course dinner, children's grandparents in the mountains for the weekend, it's time to dress nice: but for me it wanted only a new trousers and a shirt fresh, Louise leaves the room with a clinging dress, not too short, cleavage a heart attack, high heels and a string of pearls around his neck, "You're beautiful love!". I was astounded. "What say you, like me?" Gave the confirmation of Mark and Antonella as they arrived: "Damn Louise, what splendor! We're embarrassing. "
Antonella she also had a sheath dress that I feared she would be open at any moment, so those were pressing on the seams round hips and breasts that scream that he brought with him since the middle schools. We greeted each other warmly and immediately we toasted with sparkling wine for the evening. Antonella seemed fibrillation, while, to think of it in the cold, Louise and Mark, were next to each other. For a moment there I noticed of course. We sat at the table next to each guest, so I had to my right and Antonella Mark on my left. The prosecco ice cream was that it was a wonder, the fire crackled and the atmosphere was warm and welcoming. At one point, Antonella bent to pick up the napkin from the floor, pausing with his hand on my inner thigh more than necessary, I was sure. I began to look with different eyes and, with prosecco, not doing anything to hide my glances inside that bendidio of generous cleavage. Mark often encircled the shoulders of my wife with his arm, almost whispering in his ear: unusual behavior confidential between the two. Louise began in the late Takeaway meals, while Mark was getting up to help: "What a helpful hubby" I thought. The fool (me) was dragged by Antonella on the couch, talking very, very pleasantly. Antonella after a while 'ear whispered chatter, he began to massage his back, while I, despite the past the wine for the table, I could still marvel that confidence: "From Anto, but
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if you see us? M'imbarazzo "and she" But would you mind that much if we discover that you and I are lovers? "And I
"But you say? I've known you a life, by "while she, without restraint now, rummaging inside my shirt, pausing on the chest with his hands, teasing the nipples had become hard cock:
"Antonella you made me excited, stop" I closed my eyes and enjoyed the massage. I opened my eyes, I do not know how much time had passed, with Marco, who was sitting in an armchair in front of me, watching his wife blatantly groped me. In embarrassment, I began to stammer, trying to tidy up, but that does not desist, going over with kisses on the neck and slinguatine. In that, the shock: the sound of heels caught my attention, making me turn to the hallway and my heart stopped. Naked, wearing only a black underwear sheer heart attack, advancing swaying on high heels, a beautiful bitch: my wife. A few seconds to realize you are dreaming and not found myself in front of me, hands on hips. I know more than twenty years, I love it, want it and fuck every day, but when I was in front, it seemed another woman. Legs apart in front of me began to caress her pussy depilatissima, looking me straight in the eye, while all around no one said a word, only the crackling of the fireplace. Antonella had stretched his hands on my package, I was stunned. Louise backed up to the chair where Marco, meanwhile, had lowered his pants and was menandosi a huge cock. Lucy is slowly lowered on that big pole moving away her thong and spreading her pussy lips, making it disappear inside her, then closed her eyes moaning plan. Mark looked at me to see my reaction, while Antonella challenged me sawing my cock slowly, with big tits practically resting on my shoulders. Things were like this: my wife fucked my friend and I would have fucked his wife, presented with a fait accompli, then it was not so bad. Mark grabbed the ass of my wife's buttocks and began to move it up and down. Luisa, sensual as ever, pulled out of the bra cups her tits and began banging on the cock of Mark, looking at the breasts to see how she danced. After a few seconds her nipples were big and hard as two nuts and she began to torment them with your fingers. Antonella seemed to want to smother with my cock: I had torn his pants off and thought of nothing else that sucks. I enjoyed the sight of my wife who was breaking her pussy on the cock of another and I thought that, deep down, I should be more evil. Antonella's lips looked like a velvet on my chapel, could make me feel her throat on the tip, so it swallowed. He touched the poor thing alone tits, moaning and whining, because I was lost behind my thoughts. Sborrona That was my wife, was, was still excited by it in front of her husband, without stopping a moment to fuck Marco, meanwhile, had slapped her ass red: "Louder, louder sound," implored bitch. I finally woke up from slumber: I was somewhat aware of the fact of being there. To my wife who said another. I was in the middle of an exchange of partners, a gang, an orgy or whatever it's called. Finally put my hands on to Antonella, by taking them off off the mini dress with which she was crushed. They jumped out to those huge breasts and I first threw us headlong over her face, her dress slipped off if alone: the bitch had a thong emerald green, the thread that ass lost inside the triangle in front of satin and buttery. He bent and sheep, moving the wire and expanding the buttocks eloquently. I knelt in front of that huge cake smelling the smell of pussy in the fresh air, playing with the drool running down. It was all a thrill, I was in my mouth after a game of language. I got up to finish undressing and saw her tongue in my mouth with Luisa. Mark seemed to take a respite and played with my wife's breasts which, in turn, literally milked tits of his girlfriend. The schiaffai brutally cock in her pussy dilated, ripping a long moan of pleasure. While I was fucking her from behind, she was sucking her tits from my wife put in your mouth now and then the other, while Mark seemed to have awakened. Stronger than I slammed her pussy till slut Antonella said, "Calm down, do you plan", I left the inside and I went to give the cock drenched in cum hungry mouth of her friend to my wife, who, until then, had sucked Mark's cock, the language of Antonella and her boobs, so it could well suck the cock of her husband, or not? He looked into my eyes before I take the huge chapel, then swallowed his cock at once, up to the balls, remaining still with my cock in her throat. Antonella sucking nipples from under her and she was still shaken by a strong orgasm, prolonged. I knew that would happen, she loves to come with my cock in your mouth. I made it up, I wanted to fuck her. The women moved on the couch and began to 69 in order to lick each other, so everyone could fuck his wife. Louise's ass with his hands, the great whore fucked with anger that I had found myself in his hands and I did not know to have: "Lick my pussy Anto! Please leccamela now, "Louise begged friend's cum still in touch on the clitoris. I had never had sex group, the feeling of the language of Antonella licking his balls while I fucked that whore my wife's tongue in my mouth busy with Marco was devastating: the soul sborrai flooding that cunt broken and collapsed in a chair.
He came to the moment of explanation.
Among the umpteenth glass of prosecco and a mouthful of sweet iced advanced, very simply told me that Louise, at a particular time of our relationship, I realized that what was not, she had found them in a long time and had begun to confide . It was over in bed with Antonella first, then with Mark. Theirs was an open pair and therefore had not had any problems in doing threesomes. They also attended the VIP zone, again unbeknownst to me, so the threesome was also sometimes four or five, I did not understand. The story went on for two years: "I do not have felt more than hide it, did not feel right, so we organized this evening with surprise," my wife said, opening her mouth after I do not know how long and at least this time, not for sucking Fucking. I do not know what I would have preferred, if being betrayed by a lesbian for a man, certainly not for a couple of friends I imagined. That slut Antonella Meanwhile, half-drunk by now, had begun to pour prosecco ice cream on her tits, making even those nipples appear majestic and offering them first to Luisa, then Mark, rubbing his highly possible effects of the revelation. What I thought was an innocent and good wife, working upright and serious person, at that time was making sucking nipples hard by her husband and his mistress, that is my wife. The cock I had reared up again and, this time with a clear mind, I decided to join the orgy. Antonella I sat on the couch and gave her to lick his balls: After an excellent job placed it on the cock in the midst of the good things of breasts. With a scary look, the blonde sawed me with her tits, as in my life have I ever had, even managing to take the tip of the penis with every thrust. Louise had been lying on his stomach on the table by Marco from the sofas and had planted the big cock deep into the bowels, the crushing strength drills her pussy that in that moment, I discovered very large and huge. I sit on me, I wanted to enjoy the beautiful landscape with calm and I was a little 'tired, having three in the morning. It settled over me, sitting on cock in pussy alone: "Can you imagine that I was such a bitch? You thought your childhood friend is actually a huge bitch? "I whispered sensually gathering the hair behind his head and started rocking slowly on the cock. "Never, never," answered trivially place your hands on the big ass and pushing it toward the pubis. He opened his mouth and began to move, then I clasped my neck with his hand to his head by bringing huge breasts: "I like me sucking her tits when you order" I grabbed those huge bowls, each supporting them with your hand. Certainly not enough to contain it all but I managed to take the nipple. Accelerated strongly as she sucked the fuck "What the fuck are you, beautiful. Lucy! Your husband has a beautiful cock "" Your "was able to whisper the poor, overwhelmed by the huge cock orgasms continuous and that the bored. Mark had it even below the table. "Give me your pork butt, fuck me in the ass! Lucy, I want to be fucked in the ass by your husband, "cried the slut at my wife. He pulled his cock from the pussy to appuntarselo asshole. Bagnatissima was, excited and, I believe, sfondatissima ass, then slid down without a whimper. He put four fingers in the mouth, full of saliva, they took the place of my cock pussy. He began to fuck her pussy with his fingers while I was at the same time, the fucking ass.
"Lucia, Lucia is your husband bugger me!" The perverse told my wife what we did, to get a hit even more. Even Lucy was with my cock in her ass, Mark had gone to the attack: "Love! Watch as Mark is bugger me! "Moaned the slut getting excited beyond measure. The two whores licking constantly: boobs, mouth, cunt. The asshole stretched out of proportion by Marco ingle Antonella, who wanted to be doing well by her husband. He took off and went to lick my sphincter around Lucia's expanded, taking in the mouth when Mark drove him out, then remitted it to him in the ass. It poses next to my wife, she on all fours, hands resting on the couch where Mark had two holes smashed stick his huge cock. He took off from my wife, leaving it wide as her pussy and spit, although there was not no need, that of his wife, grabbed her by the tits and ass began chipped. I went to Lucy, observing the hole widened by Marco: Not without a trace of emotion taken from the hip and placed it, rubbing it. Only then I realized why certain things can happen: penetrating my wife, I realized what I had overlooked, guiltily, that pleasant sexual practice. I did not do anal sex with great pleasure, I felt there were months that I had forgotten the last time I had taken back. And she had rectified itself. I slid my cock up to the balls inside that perfect ass without hesitation, she began to moan with taste. Sure, Mark, and who knows how many others had done a good road: Lucy had broken her ass, Pussy wide as I watched those beautiful and perfect round buttocks, without an ounce of cellulite on her age and thought back to my stupidity. Me sat on while she began to sodomize sditalinarsi watching Mark's wife: the big tits swinging back and forth Antonella, a sight to behold. Antonella approached licking pussy free while the friend's husband slammed hard. Even licked my balls, which made me even harder line: "Um know Pussy Lucia." Mark left his wife of bugger to come to make a double penetration: I totally inexperienced, I was shocked to hear from a man pushed him from hearing a man's cock a few inches from your back and forth, it was shocking feel the orgasm of a woman that you are possessed with the cock of another man. It was clear that for them was not the first time, but I like a lot and offered to take Antonella, who was destroying the finger by dint of looking at us. My friend wanted to get on smorzacandela on her man, "Honey I love to look at your face while making love." Slowly began to ride her husband, in a very sensual, then: "Cum back, take me in two right now, we want to hear in two. " It was my moment. I went into the cave that was the hole in the rear of Antonella with ease: the excitement of the orgy and the great practice had expanded to the maximum. I felt a feeling of even more shocking double with my wife. I hugged the woman from behind Juno and was trembling all over with my cock to her husband inside, arched his back, put on your neck with your hands. I grabbed her large breasts and making her cry out loud milking pleasure as pumped in that ass like a maniac, the clitoris sditalinai a few millimeters from Mark's cock to go I felt like hell. The pulled away from me bending over Marco, put my hand on his back and smashed the butt with strikes sborrai strong until the impossible in that paradise of the flesh, while the husband was filling the uterus. Aimed at Lucy ordered: "Now come clean up your fucking dirty ass your friend."
They approached both with my wife sucks, excited by the tone of command I had used and Antonella, in truth, most thought that the cunt of her friend to my bird.
This was the last act of a shocking night, he saw changed my life. Needless to say, what we did throughout the following Sunday, as we were to sleep.
Now we are one family, one may say, we almost living together, but I'm sure, every now and then, continuing their love affair without my knowledge.

A glory hole for my wife

2011-06-28T08:18:00.000-07:00

My lady discovered me after I made the suggestion that she wanted to experience dell'inculata, though I gave very annoying because until then when I asked her ass did not want to even talk about it.
Unfortunately I was forced to accept.
He arrived this time, I came home from work, I saw my wife with a breathtaking outfit with a thong that enhanced even more his ass, I had an erection terrible, I went over and kissed her, caressing the bottom of that beautiful back, she noticed my erection pressing my cock over my pants said: "It is beautiful but keep it for later ..." I understood his intentions. I took a shower and I was ready.
During the journey from home to my wife's private room was greatly excited because he spoke with difficulty and almost flooded the seat.
Entered the private room and took a drink we went to the dressing rooms. We undressed, as usual, our hands were not steady. I asked him if he was still willing to carry out his plan and she said yes and shut up if not every word would have added an additional sexual performance.
we saw the light come on in the dressing room, the moment had arrived, my wife knelt down and said, "no one had to be buggered?" and she replied: "I told you not to talk. Now there will be an extra ...".
She approached his lips to the hole and pulled out the language to understand his intentions. Suddenly appeared a dick size of an absurd length of at least 25 cm. My wife with eyes wide with lust licked the tip, the penis twitched, then my wife grabbed the hat-doffings licking it all around, while I could not help but masturbate. He began to give him a blow job by the book, beginning in the mouth could not take it out of proportion for his chapel, but with the passage of time he succeeded. I heard the stranger who was panting and my wife the other dressing accelerate movements to and fro, suddenly stopped and tried to take as much as possible, they will come up in my throat. The stranger after this treatment was appreciated in the mouth of my wife, who could not keep everything and had to swallow not to suffocate.
He finished with decent clean up the last drops of sperm and rose met. I was petrified, I never imagined that my wife experienced. He walked over and squeezing my cock said, "that's not all ...", the cock of the unknown after that enjoyment was still
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erection. My wife took a bottle from her purse and came up with the ass hole. The stranger realized what my wife wanted, in fact, pushed his cock as much as possible in our dressing room. She opened the bottle and dipped the fucking absurd, was the lubricant, then took over and if rubbed on her ass hole and slipped first one finger and then two to expand a little '. My wife had prepared everything, the lubricant in her purse. He walked over and took his cock panting with his hand and led him to the sphincter. The stranger stuck for good little hole in the chapel (virgin?) My wife and I start pushing. My wife received after a little cry of pain the chapel, remaining still for a moment to get used to that presence, then started moving his cock and get more, I felt the suction that was its right to that auction and she enjoyed to be madmen. I was excited more than I was unfortunately only a passive spectator. I heard movement on the other wall, I opened the curtain and saw another hole in the wall with a light on, he realized that there was movement in our dressing room and revealed a black cock beautiful, full of veins and definitely circumcised. My wife now took it all in the ass and said, "is beautiful if I could I would take in the mouth but do not get there ... do it for me."
I did not think my wife told me this, I had never done such a thing, but remembered the beautiful butt unexpected as last time, and I tried. I knelt in front of that black cock and I touched it, it was hot and hard, the scappellai, dare more, and then I touched it with his tongue, he had a special flavor. I opened my mouth and I dove on the chapel began to suck gently, felt the chapel vibrate, while my wife excitedly told me "go back and forth from that you will enjoy," I began to do and actually I loved to hear him banging on palate now well lubricated slid into my mouth, my unknown and panting accompanied my movement with the pelvis of a sudden I heard a substance dissolved salt in my mouth, the stranger increased movements. My wife was now in the grip of a delusion and with his right hand he stroked the trigger, but I caught the balls with the hands of black and rubbed them with that contact and after a little suck of the chapel, I got a spray of a substance hot, salty and sticky in the throat, he was cumming, tasted good and filled my mouth, I was swallowing my wife when I cried, "do not give me to me." I approached her and she kissed me and took off with my tongue the last drops of cum from my lips, while he received the cumshot in the ass, screaming like never before.
I saw my wife's asshole stretched to the maximum and the cum come out white and thick, then licked all the excitement in the grip was very salty, and a peculiar smell, after having given to my wife swallow it whole.

A babe fucked

2011-06-02T08:39:00.000-07:00

When I entered the room he was there in his checked shirt blacks and whites ...
I felt a strong desire to become a pawn for the lady runs through his chest and his back.
He was handsome as a god .. Hair blacks collected with a rubber band holding some locks that rebels forced him constantly putting it behind the ears.
He had dark skin and a sculpted body that rivals and now was there in my room ... I wanted to be his ...

I walked silently behind him and naturally leaned his hands on that seat carved on two long legs, slender and muscular ....
My God how excited I run my hands over those buttocks ... Smelling her perfume I went immediately back in the day that I met him.

Now they were four months living in my city when I saw him the first time I was struck by his fierce look ... a man of about forty years of Indian origin, a professional photographer known in the industry. For the research I was doing I did not need specific photos, my digital camera went very well but I convinced my boss to hire him.
He was immediately attracted to both so that we ended up making love to my office that day whilst trying to draw an outline on how to proceed in the search.

Close enough to feel the warmth of his leg wrapped in an elegant white linen pants are rubbing provocatively close to my thigh is covered by a thin frock ... I am excited and he knew it ... Several times I tried not to show him my discomfort ... I was scared but also wants the smell of my excitement get to him.
My embarrassment excited him enough to make you go in torturing me ..
I wanted him, I wanted to lick his skin to find its taste ... I was wondering if it was salted or not.
By making a further erotic approached me and put his arm over the back of my chair and began to slowly grazed in the neck ... I whispered in French his burning desire to possess me and waited for my answer in silence looking into my eyes.
In response, took his hand and approached its index of my mouth ... I began to play ... slowly licked his finger looking straight into my eyes and it was clear that both wanted to give us another.
I rose from my chair and began sitting on his thighs. Was there a few inches from my face ... looked at me and let me do ....
The loosened hair and began to slide it between my toes ... I wanted it, in its true wilderness that had attracted me so much at first glance.
I liked the sensuality of her lips ... I kissed her several times before falling gently on the neck and ...
At that moment I felt her hands slide along the back and then stay on my ass and after having tortured with caresses and squeeze, I felt his hand up the fabric of the dress I wore light and crept where there was a clear proof of my excitement.
Without effort he got up holding me in his arms and I laid her on the leather sofa where, alone, plus many times I had given vent to my passion .....
He knelt at the foot of the sofa and began to explore pleased and excited by my femininity.
Every now and then moistened his finger and drew his watercolors to bring the attack of the buttocks ... gave me pleasure to hear so attentive to my feelings ...
for the first time I met a man who, before thinking of himself he thought the ... my pleasure feel greatly excited him tremble in his hands ..
He liked to watch how they change the expression on my face to his touch.
Then suddenly she quickly unbuttoned his pants and dropping them on the ground with both hands I lifted her buttocks, bringing my sex hungry at the height of his phallus that stood eager to taste my moods ...
He came inside me and decided moving with absolute mastery took me to groan under his comings and goings, groaning and wanting to enjoy more, more. yet ....
I could not saziarmi him in the meantime had begun to play with the anus ... it was slightly wet with saliva and decisively penetrated me ... the slight initial pain turned into intense pleasure ... I liked to hear him inside, move, push hard but mostly I like to hear ... enjoy

Yes, I felt enjoy ... filled my eardrums with his words alternating sweet and colorful ... I liked hearing his voice ... I liked the way he whispers my name ...

I felt I was going to have an orgasm and let him do when he took off from the anus to regain possession of my pussy ... It made me cum like never before ... our bodies now had merged into a wave of energy ... our smell had invaded all the small room and we feel even more excited ...
Feel his semen down inside me told me that ours was a special relationship, a gift that we had to live without being asked too many questions ... a treasure to be jealously kept in small boxes, crystal ...

Cum on ass

2011-05-09T13:56:00.000-07:00

What a gorgeous cum load! I'd love to lik that off your bum!

A sexy girl

2011-04-28T08:53:00.000-07:00

Milena is a girl from the street dogs and pigs, yes, loves sex but also to do with someone who feels a sense, or at least someone who knows.
She is about 1, 60 has a nice ass, a third of breast and appastanza long brown hair.
She and I have been friends for many years because they attended the same theater group, I admit, I'm a man and me I would be fucked without delay and without me problems, but respect comes first and for this and for other reasons I've never tried it with her.
There was a little wrong, when about a year and a half ago she put together with a thin type, the hypochondriac and snobbish, which he believes to be a kind of god. I was not jealous in this case, but I would have preferred something better for her.
I am a peaceful, otherwise I would have raised their hands on the boyfriend of Milena without thinking twice, this coward, it was not close in bad times to go to watch the match at the little bar, forbade her to go out with her friends at times, and even to undertake a selective diet because of its intolerance.
I learned from my friend that he had not had sex with her because she was his first time and did not feel (to 26 years), then later my same friend told me that something had moved and that he allowed him the luxury of the saws, but no more because he feared that in any sexual relationship a condom could break causing a mess. This macabre thing went on for months, and I knew also, as if it was not enough, that he was not inclined to perform oral sex on her, and, last but not least, was not well placed. I thought that poor Milena, in such a long abstinence, with a slimy kind of beside him, and I saw his face more and more rarely smile. Unfortunately, love hurts and she loved him and he dared not leave him.
I promised myself that I would try with you as soon as they were freed by that worm, you would have all the pleasure that was not slimy was able to give her, I would give orgasms all day and up to cunnilingus exhausted.

One day I met one who was walking through the village, I saw her down and asked her what she was in a little crisis with her boyfriend, he was too taken by himself and not give her what she wanted, but she loved him and do not know what to do. He invited me to his house for a coffee and I accepted. At home there was nobody, they were all around. After coffee we sat in a chair and talked for a while, she wept, she explained in detail things that I already knew for a while.
The stretched a hand on her back and her cheek coccolai trying to force them. I hugged, I felt her soft breasts on my chest, I returned the hug a little embarrassed because I was afraid that she might well notice my blatant erection unfortunately touched with one leg. I told her I loved her and that he could count on me, I would be immediately available to him for everything.
We were embraced for a while, then looked at me with glazed look in his eyes and kissed me, I at first I was blown away but then I returned the kiss.
I opened the zipper of his sweatshirt and pulled me and I knew immediately what his intentions were. I stretched a hand on her breasts covered by a knitted wool was that feeling that I imagined for so soft, she returned clutching my hard cock under his jeans. I wanted the lot and I showed him immediately, she said nothing but told me that in high esteem. Since we moved the couch was uncomfortable in the bedroom, but without saying a word, she just took me by the hand and led me there.
I threw the mattress and I took off all his clothes, then she quickly undressed and jumped on me.
She was beautiful naked, with that beautiful ass and the potato hairy but well kept. I thought about what her boyfriend was an idiot to refuse such a beautiful girl, but now I'd give everything that you (and he) deserves.
I kissed her neck and ear mordicchiai then fell on her fantastic breasts, licked her nipples a little chewing and feeling that wonderful softness. I heard her moan, had to have the body in such a repressed desire for so long, his body almost vibrating when I kissed her belly and then went down on her pussy. I started kissing her clitoris, she gave a sigh, then with his tongue down between the big lips and I opened it again with the help of the tongue revealing her white and warm inside with two small lips already pretty wet. I licked the well and then I opened by penetrating my tongue on her slit all wet as she sighed with pleasure. I licked up and down first, then from right to left opening it right, first floor and then faster and faster, then leaned across my mouth on that beautiful potato chip and sucked while playing with the language, then I passed on the first floor licking clitoris touching it, she gasped, shuddered, then coccolai around him with his tongue, passing on its side then on it with ever-changing rhythm. He was enjoying so much, he began to let go some little cry, she was always wetter and had a swollen clitoris, I felt I was coming, he let himself go completely into a scream of pleasure, I sat up and kissed me in the mouth that does not care of his moods I covered her lips.
Bit me on the chest while his body was crossed by something like an electric shock. After a while he recovered and went down to suck my dick, it was printed with the desire in his eyes, it seemed as if to eat it. I was licking the pole first, then the chapel and took it all in her mouth, almost to the base. I had become very hard and what was it also noted that Miles picked the best time to rest her pussy to my State and spingerleso inside.
She was riding on me that I literally felt her sigh and moan with pleasure, I hear him shouting that he wanted everything inside to the core, he wanted everything, wanted to enjoy so much to smash the windows with a scream. I was excited like a bull, I got up and threw me against her, turning the situation, she bit his neck and then kissed me deeply excited.
I began to give increasingly strong pressures, my balls banging against her ass, felt the bagnatissime of his moods, was a fountain of sweet nectar.
He was panting faster and faster, was going to have another orgasm and I was going to come too. Suddenly it occurred to me that we were doing it without precautions and I stopped, she took me and I approached him to come to her whispering inside, and took the pill that finally might be some good. A sentence that I began with my thrusts, she screamed so excited and screamed even stronger feeling my cock throb inside while filled with sperm. We were lying in bed for a while, then reassemble it, while I dressed she told me thanks, and said he was happy to be near a person like me who would have supported in times of need.

His neighbors must have heard something in the country because word got around that I had been sleeping with her making her enjoy a lot, but as we know, the horn is always the last to know, if you know .. .
A week later, Miles had the strength to leave the worm, and since then fucked again and again.

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That day I had a great desire for him, I was awakened with the desire and I was so excited that I was in school due to close in the bathroom to masturbate.
Who is he? He is my lover, the man who, unlike my boyfriend's fuck me properly.
My boyfriend has hardly ever want to have sex and more, on the rare occasions that we do, not who undertakes too much.
Luckily I met with him and Mirko, the fascination with grown men and married. He is 43 years old and I almost 19 exciting, no?

Going back to that day around noon ... I assentai the class to call Mirko ...
"Hello little"
"Hello, do you bother?"
"No no, I'm bored at work. But you're not in school?"
"Yeah, that sucks, I still for two hours ..."
"Come on, do the good girl and come back to class, from".
"Yes, now back ... you know, I've been thinking ..."
"Oh yeah, I too small, I always think of you."
"Really?"
"Sure baby, I miss you."
"You too, look, we can now see us?"
"This afternoon, no, but yes tonight, I'll come pick you up at 8 right?"
"Very well, then this evening"
"A little tonight"

I went back to class excited and already thinking about what I would do that evening, I know that Mirko at that time had to be thrilled with her beautiful hard cock.

That afternoon I decided what to wear for the evening, I opted for a short skirt and a black shirt and tight low-cut, then in black stockings and boots like Mirko. I decided not to put the bra to surprise him and microscopic wear a thong.

Mirko At 8 o'clock I rang the phone, which meant he had arrived.
"Mama, I'm going to Elena," I said to my mother going out and went downstairs.
Mirko got in the car I looked at him and liked it just the way I was dressed.
We kissed, Mirko I felt her breasts, "You do not have a bra?" immediately noticed, a good third without a bra is known ...
I slipped his hands under her skirt and felt my pussy making me wet.
"Come on let's go" I said.
We set out to direct his second home, where there is never anyone, plus it's out of town and c'èpericolo to be discovered.

Upon entering I threw myself on the couch in the living room and lay down, Mirko came crouching next to me and kissed me.
He put back his hand under my skirt and touched my hot pussy, then moved her thong and began to play with her clit. I started to moan.
"Do you like this baby?"
"Yes, more"
"Calm down, we all evening."
I took off my thong and put it in his mouth, knowing that drove me crazy.
"Here, hold it in your mouth."
I spread my legs and licked her pussy, she took in her mouth sucking and licking her labia, he began to hit the clitoris with the tip of my tongue and moans are stifled in thong in his mouth.
I slipped two fingers and I masturbated, moving rapidly back and forth.
"You rotten little"
I enjoyed, my boyfriend was not able to make me enjoy it, Mirko's fingers were large, it was almost like having a cock inside.
He told me to put a sheep, I spread his buttocks and licked my little hole, I stuck his tongue in moving it.
I got up I took off my shirt, Mirko grabbed her breasts and took her nipples between his fingers clutching, then took them into her mouth and sucked them.
The undid his pants, pulled out his cock hard and began to lead him hither and he continued to lick my tits.
Then I removed the loincloth from the mouth, "Go down to suck," he said.
I went down on his penis swollen and tense and started to lick from the base, then slowly climbed up and down on the rod and I with my tongue. I licked first arrived at the chapel with only the tip of the tongue, then took it right in her mouth and sucked. I moved away and went on balls, bathing them all licked and taken into the mouth Waving my dick with both hands, then went back on the chapel. I opened my mouth well and lowered by taking all the cock deep throat, took off and I bent down again to swallow it, I was stopped briefly and then taken down and sucking up to do everything.
I felt Mirko enjoying her moans made me even more wet, with one hand I held the ball and the other I touched her pussy.
After averglielo sucked everything right, we moved into the bedroom.

He took me and pushed me against the wall, I got one leg and penetrated me with his cock hard and big. I enjoyed like a slut, I love to feel his dick throw me in that way.
After a while I took the sheep and put me in bed, then put on his cock inside me and continued to fuck me in that position.
He pulled out and I turned to suck, I like to clean when dirty of my moods, these are things that my boyfriend can not even hope for.
I lay on the bed and spread my legs, Mirko took them and pulled me up to better penetrate and began to fuck me.
I felt full of shit and completely open, I enjoyed to hear the balls slam on your ass, "I'm coming" I said.
Mirko slammed me stronger and I touched her clit, soon I had a very strong orgasm and screamed with pleasure.

But that was not enough for me, after my recovery, I lay Mirko and put her pussy in my face to make him lick, orgasm was wet and his tongue slipped perfectly. Move the hot pool on her tongue and I let me inside.
I sat down on his cock, let him come inside me and started to ride him, Mirko I took her tits in her hand and held her accompanying me to my thrusts.
After getting pounded for a while on that big, fat cock, Mirko wanted my ass, grabbed me and put me in sheep, even licked my little hole and we put the chapel, I heard him fill my ass slowly until it all came to the base.
Mirko is very good at my ass, I enjoy to go crazy when I hear his big cock me back and smashes his hands on her hips that lead me to him while I put my fingers into her cunt.
I know this is crazy and he can not last long without being, in fact after a few minutes, his thrusts increased, as well as his moans and his cum flooded my ass.

Two hours had passed, he was the only time for a quickie, and then I had to go home ... shame that night I just enjoyed so much!

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That summer, my mother decided to visit some distant relatives who had not seen for years. They lived in a remote village in the mountains and we could only get there on foot.
Sometimes I had heard of them as ordinary people, who lived alone and rarely descended to the village to go shopping.
I was curious to meet them because I knew they had two daughters, one about my age and the other larger.
We left early in the morning and after an hour and a half grueling climb finally reached the group of buildings where they lived.
From a distance we heard a dog barking and that he had sensed my mother, who was very frightened, clung to me.
Even I liked it but not wanting to understand grabbed a sturdy stick and prepared to defend.
We ran a big half-breed that did not look well placed.
I sat in front of my mother who was shaking like a leaf and waited with a certain fear that was coming.
I was ready to fight when he felt the air had a prolonged whistle and the animal trotted quickly around and went back on his feet.
From behind a sheaf of wheat rose a person who screamed
- Come on ahead! Do not be afraid! Never mind! -
The voice was Argentina and I knew that had to be a young man.
When we were close enough, I saw a girl like me around high, with red hair.
I looked at her with curiosity: he had, as I said, red hair and freckles on his face.
He wore a kilt below the knee and a sweater.
He had a kerchief on her head, which gave an appearance by Irish peasants. I noticed he had some good legs and a chest that the sweater hiding discreet.
My mother greeted her.
- Joan, but are you? How did you grow up! You're such a pretty girl! And where is your sister? -
- Behind the cows. Come! You've done really well to visit us! just yesterday we were talking about you -
He led the way following her and admired her little ass to even mandolin.
The parents welcomed us with joy.
- Joan, go with him to call Veronica -
- Come on - she said, taking my hand.
Contact me electrified.
We went out and began to climb the path that led out to pasture. I looked and I had to admit that was really beautiful.
- You have a boyfriend? - I asked timidly -
- Why? - He replied.
- Why, why are you so cute ... -
He stopped.
- Thanks, but I like you -
Then without another word he kissed me on the mouth.
I was amazed. It was the first girl I kissed!
- Come on - went hand in hand.
I followed her as docile as a puppy and I thought the freshness of those lips that I was upset.
I wished again that contact but I did not dare.
I began to tire.
- Let us pause a moment - I asked, panting. She stopped.
We were close. Seized by desire, I went up and kissed her in return. She pushed me away gently and smiled.
- So do you like? -
- Yes -
He went up to my face and kissed me again, putting his tongue in her mouth. I felt suffocated.
In an attempt to free me put my hands in front and I realized I was touching her soft boobies.
Frightened, I tried to withdraw her hand but she kept with her.
- Come - I whispered.
I let myself be dragged into a bush.
He sat down, then asked me
- Do you really like me? -
I did not understand anything.
- To Die For! - I told her.
- Caress then -
He took my hand and brought it under the shirt.
I was trembling with emotion.
Up to her breast and felt the softness of her cup: she was naked underneath!
She lifted the cloth and showed me two fabulous tits.
- The want to suck? - His voice was tense and his eyes half shut.
As in a dream I bent down and began to lick her lips with pink nipples. Gave off a heady perfume and I m'immersi in the groove between her tits savoring its smell.
She left me to do, stroking my hair.
I whispered.
- You know you're a nice guy. My mother told me about you, but I did not believe were true -
- Even you are beautiful - full of longing whispered.
I put my hand on his knee and made up the skirt.
I bent down and saw panties that covered her sex.
She followed my gaze complacent.
- Want to see what I hide? - Said mischievous.
- Can I? - I asked hesitantly.
She struggled, laughing.
- A little at a time so you will suffer! -
He put the shirt in place and set off.
- Come on lazy, come on, there's a surprise! -
I followed her, hoping to change his mind.
We arrived in a valley where there were cows to graze. Sitting on a stone there was a girl with brown hair, reading a book.
- Youuuu - Joan cried - we are! -
And waved farewell to her sister said. She got up and I could see well.
I was stunned: it was a very nice girl.
She was taller than John, the long brown hair framed a face of the Virgin Mary.
He had a fabulous body: breasts erect pushed under her blouse open showing the beginning of two wonderful cups, two opulent hips and legs long and slender.
I was watching her in silence.
Joan saw the impression aroused by his sister and chuckled.
- Here is the surprise, beautiful right? -
She ran to her sister and kissed her on the mouth!
I had a shot to the heart: I had never seen two women kissing!
He took her hand and brought it to me.
- I said I'm beautiful. Now we feel if she told the truth. So who is fairest among us? -
The sister was embarrassed.
- From Joan stop it! see that you do not turn red! -
In fact I was embarrassed by such frankness, and despite myself I became crimson red.
- Do you know Veronica - continued John put a hand on her blouse - I showed my tits and liked them. Let's do the comparison! - He was about to open her blouse, but her sister stopped her.
- Joan, you're a ...
- Are you ashamed! Shame on you! - The teased his sister - are your bad! - Veronica sighed.
- Look, then was hurt -
- Brava! Brava! - Joan hopped.
He took the hem of his shirt and opened them. I was going to faint.
From the garment appeared in two big, beautiful breasts, turgid and firm. They were white and had two nipples that looked like two strawberries.
I was mesmerized. I even stopped breathing.
Could not be true. I was dreaming.
- Have you seen? - Veronica said closing the wonderful vision - you saw the face that he did? -
Suddenly gone mad.
- Can I? I can touch them? - I asked him foaming at the mouth.
Veronica smiled again and opened her blouse.
- Watch it! no touch! -
I turned red as a lobster.
- Look! - Joan said - looks like it has become hard! - Pointing to my pants.
I'd wanted to sink: I felt my pea press against her panties desperate, clamoring to get out.
- Enough - said Veronica - go home -
The two girls whistled and the cows began to head home.
They walked hand in hand, leaving me alone.
Some small steps em'invitarono turned to follow them.
As we descended toward the house I could not forget the beautiful boobs of Veronica, and compares them to those smaller but nastier Joan. It was to die for.
Meanwhile the two girls sway in front of me turned around and looked at me laughing.
We passed through a narrow pass-protected plants. I was not far from them and I was beandomi their bottoms that move when suddenly and together they lifted her skirt and showed me for a moment their fantastic asses.
I was amazed. They turned left and seeing as I was laughed again - to look and not touch it! - Began to hum continuing to decline.
We arrived as the group of houses.
While Veronica and John brought the animals in the barn I went in a trance in the kitchen.
My mother, seeing me was alarmed.
- My God what happened to you? You're so pale! -
- Cows - stammered - the cows! you know mom I'm scared! -
The mother of two girls laughed.
- Ah then this! A young big man like you! Afraid of cows! I can not believe! -
They entered the two sisters warmly embraced my mother.
She looked at her and clapped his hands.
- Veronica Mamma mia! But you've become a beautiful girl! -
I agreed in my underwear.
- But Easter - my mother went for Mother - who knows how many flies close to home! -
- Not at all! - Mrs. Easter said putting a pot on the fire - those two do not want it there! Send them away when they show up! Only look good together. For me it will be old maids!
- No way! I can not believe it! you'll see that when they find the proper type, but oh here Dionysius with freshly baked bread! Can I help you? -
- Be down - said the husband - you are guests and guests should be treated with kid gloves. Would you rather - continued aimed at daughters - after eating because they brought the boy to see where we found the ancient artifact ... Go and get even! -
Joan got up and took a piece of clay and exhibitions.
I studied archeology and recognized a fragment of a jar.
I took it in his hands.
- It 's wonderful! Mom did you see? Other than studying at the University on the books! . I'd be curious to see where you found it. There may be other fragments -
The two sisters looked at each other amused.
- Okay! after lunch we take you -
In the afternoon the heat was great and old sat in lounge chairs on the porch and fell asleep.
I raving by the desire to be alone with the two nymphs to see what would come up again. We waited a little calasse the temperature then we were off.
We arrived on the spot in no time.
It was a small ravine with soil clay, soft.
I bent down and began to move a little on the ground.
Emerged a small crock. With trembling hands I picked it up and wiped.
Then I showed the two girls-
- Look! is painted Venus, the goddess of love ... -
Joan intervened.
- That was a lesbian? -
- No! - Chided the - that was Sappho, the Greek poet, or so they say - That I like - Joan continued stroking her sister on the breast - is our god -
I saw them hugging and kissing each other hungrily.
- You're all right - he said Giovanna - because you are beautiful and fine, not as the beasts that live around here. You could ... - Stopped.
I looked and I could not understand ...
John realize my thoughts-
- Come with us, inside -
They walked.
After a few meters, we found ourselves in a kind of small room. On land there was a bed of dried leaves of maize.
Veronica is stripped completely naked while remaining silent. I looked and felt like I was dreaming.
He lay on the floor while he undressed her sister in turn.
They had fabulous bodies.
I stood still, appalled.
- Next! - I heard her say to John - stripped of it! -
- I? - I said shocked, turning red.
- Yes, you - Joan said - or walk away or you get like us. We are curious to see how the business of a city boy, clean and polite. Next or want me to do it? -
He was about to rise.
The anticipated. Embarrassed I took off my shirt and pants.
- Oh how many stories! - Joan said with a jerk and I took off my shirt and lowered his pants. Needless to say my penis was at its best - Cute! - Said Joan, took over - come here -
I laid her down on the ground, then began to stroke while Veronica was sitting and watching.
- Do you know Veronica - Joan continued - some take it in my mouth, want to try? -
I saw the beautiful girl approaching disbelief and pick it up.
I feel insane.
I felt that I was coming and tried in every way to help myself.
Veronica leaned down and put it in his mouth.
I could not help myself and all my liquid sprayed in the face of Veronica, who jumped back.
Joan laughed uncontrollably while her sister was cleaning the better.
- Have you seen what effect we have done? Poor boy was taken by surprise, but you'll find that will do better. We plan to participate you know? you are very beautiful so naked! you're just like us! . You see that beautiful nipples!
- So saying, he bent over and started sucking my nipples.
Meanwhile, Veronica had taken my hand and led her on her beautiful cups.
- Now you can touch, but soft! -
- And then I? - Said John takes his other hand and taking it on its roof.
I was in heaven. I prayed to die like this.
I did not want to return to business as usual.
Meanwhile, Veronica had turned and I had put her beautiful pussy in his face while his mouth was licking my testicles.
I dared not move his eyes in ecstasy and the large labia of that magnificent creature a few inches from my mouth seemed to pulse with desire.
- Next thing you waiting for! - Joan exclaimed - lick! or makes you sick? -
Approached his lips to those swollen bumps that hid the rosy vagina en'aspirai the smell: they knew of grass and sea ...
I opened it slightly to see beyond.
- The Grotto of Venus - declamai - with the canvas of the hymen that prevents access to mere mortals ... -
- Poet, too - admired Veronica said, stopping to lick my balls - I like you more! -
- Me too - broke Joan - you are so different from those rude neighbors that we must defend ourselves! and also in appearance, seems not to offend any of us. So kind and considerate. What about Veronica? entitled to a reward? -
- Sure! - Veronica said, sighing and groaning under the action of my tongue and my fingers - just finished it will be rewarding, but now continues! delicious! -
The beautiful body writhing under my caresses while his mouth continued to tickle my little globes.
Then I heard that Veronica was twisting and finally m'irrorò her face with her mood.
He fell back on the couch while Joan told me.
- Let's place and served! -
So saying, he leaned over the opening of sister wet mood and began to lick it gently.
Meanwhile, he raised his hips and gave me her gorgeous ass this clear.
- Be content of the second opening - said to me - you are the first to enjoy it! be gentle! -
I put my hands on the buttocks and discovering the little hole opened bright and ringing. I was ecstatic.
My powerful member stood up and politely introduced him in the gully. He slipped inside, wet cum ed'umore and felt the walls of his intestine closes round.
I took her tits with one hand and I placed another between his legs, looking for his trigger.
While she was licking her sister I penetrated several times to reach an orgasm ecstasy and sumptuous pouring my sperm in the duct.
- How hot! - Joan said with delight - you'll hear Veronica! -
I trembled.
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2010-12-23T03:38:00.000-08:00

Arianna was coming out of the shower for a moment before the mirror
to look. Her breasts were very firm and easily filled a
second measure bra, perky bob cut, hair
blonde hair and the eyes of a pale green. Her hand moves down the
flat belly and tanned to linger in the grove of her bush.
Through the short hair gets to find his lips
"Girlfriend", as it is called since childhood, and linger to caress
for a moment, smiling happy s the same when three shots
frantic at the door back to reality with a start.
"You still wake up ...... I need the bathroom ... what are you doing?"
Arianna just turned seventeen and attended the penultimate
year of high school, in a popular private school in his city
frequented by high society. To talented high school, in impeccable
behavior and envied for its beauty. Mates
class who murmur Arianna sa 'too good to be very beautiful and
snubbing peers waiting for some hunk who attends
nearby universities are aware of her charms and "seize" in all
senses. The father a respected lawyer in the public eye. A man
old, viscerally sexist and authoritarian which requires a
rigid discipline, of other times, as well as harboring the most sound of
paternal jealousy for what he believes, despite the curves have
note with disappointment for some time, always just a little girl. The mother
Arianna a housewife too dominated by the husband who has long
Delegate all tasks in the family to a constant turnover of domestic
Filipino and African (often strangely chosen by her husband and certainly not
for the talent in chores). The mother is confined to a few
generic speech Sunday moralizing about the dangers of the world
modern and depravity of modern youth.
Arianna has a brother of fifteen years. It can not stand him.
"I'll stay calm .... I leave in two minutes!"
It's called Christian has fifteen years and the opposite of Ariadne:
brazen, foul-mouthed, school disaster. Attends companies, for
fortune of coronary mother, parents are unaware. But "the little man
home "pap: everything is always forgiven him.
It has the typical exuberance of teenage girls, taken in their
"Hormone storms" and despite having just two years apart
Arianna sees him as a spoiled child, a boy who can not
understand it.
Then two more shots at the door, this time more powerful and, in some
way, more authoritative. E 'pap:
"Are you deaf? Open the bathroom door you're on for two hours"
"A moment pap - Cover with a towel - arrival."
Turn the key and open the door. In front of and behind his father's Christian
that can be slipped just inside the bathroom. Arianna embarrassed, hair
still wet, the towel just covers it up from the nipples
groin.
"You're always hours in the bathroom, what will you do?"
The look of her father always put at ease, always has the feeling
being naked in front of him, his eyes linger on the breast. Then as
realizing the embarrassment of her daughter throws a glance of
locked in the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Christian, who must take a shower, as usual without
any shame they removed his shirt and pants is declining
sfilarseli when bending down to see the panties on the floor of Ariadne.
The picks in the squeezing hand and says with a mocking tone:
"Always leaves all around ...."
The father turns to leave a grumbling:
'It is true Try not to leave underwear around "
And walk away. Arianna red with shame, we turn again to
Christian angry, but he promptly dropped his boxers and
Arianna's eyes can not but fall on his penis. It 's a moment,
Christian also looks down to his "friend joe" as the
calling since childhood. Then he looks straight into my eyes with her sister air
insolent and takes her panties to her face to smell them:
"What are you looking at bitch"
And he pulls her panties in his face.
Arianna blaze of shame and anger, turns abruptly and leaves
slamming the door.
She runs to her room, would scream with rage at the wickedness of
brother and his gesture with her panties scandalous, but
biting its tongue, studio c 'pap and if something comes just feels
here and, of course, Christian managed to convince him that
however, his fault.
Ariadne to help forget this anger on the day
Next comes a good news. Charles the most beautiful and scope
stem and the University wants to know why the calls through
tomorrow at a friend's birthday party. Under normal conditions
the very idea of going to a party with a boy was impossible
for her, but luck has it that his parents that weekend
would go to the beach with friends and then Arianna was only a
home with his brother.
E 'fate Arianna think you can go to the party with Charles. The only
obstacle remains Christian. The pap in fact never leaves home alone
Arianna if there 'at least his brother. Also because usually the
brother, the mere fact of being male, can go out at night in
Arianna weekend while almost never.
E 'Thursday evening, the parents leave early the next day and has little Arianna
time to convince his brother to cover it. Pap was partly because
clear to dinner:
"Christian see to keep an eye on your sister when we are away, should
study - and addressed to Ariadne - you do not even think about going out in the
evening, I recommend "
The humiliation for the usual strong machismo Arianna's father
that puts the power in the hands of his younger brother. But that's not
enough, there also puts the mother:
"The maid is not, then you have to keep everything in order, understand?"
Against this backdrop it was even more complicated affair and should Arianna
armed with a lot of courage to ask for the solidarity of his brother.
He decides to talk to him tonight after dinner and knocks on the
brother's room and enters.
He lay on the bed, uncovered, wearing only his boxers, watching
a film on the television which, incidentally, had been given to all
and two, but Christian had been placed in his room, backed
obviously from my dad.
"What are you doing here?"
The onset is not better, but it does courage and Arianna sits on
edge of the bed of his brother.
It is very hot but we still put on his pajamas because he is ashamed of
be seen by his brother in underpants and a shirt as it is usually
when in his room.
"No, I need a small favor from you"
Her brother as if he had not even heard what I said
team and ask:
"But with this heat, you go to bed with his pajamas?"
'S, why? "
She says.
"I thought I slept naked ......."
Arianna's cheeks become inflamed. But because I think at that time,
Last is fixed with these allusions?
Arianna tries to pretend not to hear and take the courage to
two hands:
"I need a favor from you, I have to go out Saturday night with a friend
but I will not say anything to mom and dad, but you should cover me. "
"And why should I?" Now the attention and curiosity of
Christian life once again.
"I do not ask anything, and above all stand you." Arianna notices
that his tone had become too appealing and he understands that he
placed in a location not too weak to stimulate the perfidy of
brother.
But with the liquid with a Christian indifference:
"I'll think, now go out of the balls that you made me lose half
film. "
But Arianna leaves not think he understands that too. It would be
even able to speak immediately to the parents of this attempt to
corruption. So he insists:
"..... And when you decide? "
realizing at the same time that says these words
get even more in a position of weakness.
Christian merely a terse:
"Later on, now go to bed"
The arrogant and peremptory tone, except that he so needs
this little nuisance would know well how to answer, but you must
limit to wish him good night, hopeful tone.
The brother did not even respond and Arianna and forced to go to
bed.
As she takes off her pajamas and remain in their undershirts and panties thinks,
between sex, that "more later", but then is distracted by studying a bit '
before falling asleep.
It 's midnight when it threatens to launch a scream with fright
waking with a start with his brother in his room. Luckily
Christian puts a hand over her mouth. Arianna gets to sit on
bed, his brother sits on the board:
"You're a liar is not true that you sleep with your pajamas"
and discovering it lifts the sheet to the foot. In the shadows
shining almost white panties. Arianna is covered now:
"What do you want?"
Both just whispering not to wake the parents who sleep
in the next room to that of Ariadne.
"I thought about it and I might even cover you for Saturday, but what you give me in
return? "
"We do that remains a favor?"
Arianna tries to avoid the real issue here, but he realizes
that his brother will not settle for so little.
"No, too easy: do it for two days, you are my orders
do everything that I say "
For Arianna seemed one of those games that made by children, a
whim. All in all, it could also accept.
"Ok: I do everything you want, so unfortunately this house
I always do. Then you're not the bastard? "
"I know you do not see with a friend, if you care so much out
Saturday, however, done deal! From tomorrow morning, you're my servant, as
when we were kids, remember? "
Arianna is heartening, actually has only Christian in a mind game
by children's absurd to think evil. Take it all day like
by children in their games when he was King and she always touched
the role of slave in the land of conquered Africa. Relieved and
anticipating the release on Saturday with Carlo Arianna, relax again
the pillows:
"Now back to your room, goodnight"
And the brother getting out of bed is bending over her and the subheading
leaves me with a disquieting
"Good night, rested, you'll need it for tomorrow."
And he goes "
The next morning the alarm clock rings at six for the parents who then
Arianna also wake up. And 'the mother to come into the room.
"Get up we're starting, your brother and half-hour alarm
preparagli breakfast and then go to school. Refrigerate c 'for all
eat for two days "
Arianna gets up and prepares breakfast while their parents go out among the
latest recommendations. Arianna took the opportunity to wear a skirt
short that the mother does not allow her to never wear a shirt and
member who brings her breast. When breakfast is ready to enter
brother's room to wake him. Asleep, completely
discovered and Arianna is affected by the erection involuntary morning
that brings out forcefully the tip of the penis by the boxer. After
watching him for a few moments, troubled by his own curiosity
covers it with a sheet and calling it opens the shutters to wake him.
"From the Christian is already 7.00 am, breakfast is ready, you have to go
school
Meanwhile, runs into the kitchen to remove from the heat the milk when they hear
from the bedroom with a Christian tone very hard:
"Bring me breakfast in bed, and close the shutters, idiot. I now
I have no intention of going to school. "
It takes a strong dose of self-control by not Arianna
to scream, but mindful of the covenant of the night before, do good
brave face and smiles showing off the best of the port
breakfast in bed with his brother:
"I'm sorry, I did not know that I do not want to go to school, we hope that
Mom and Dad are not aware of anything "
Meanwhile, back taxes and supports closing the tray with the
breakfast on the table.
"I go to school, what do you do?"
Question gentle sister.
"I do my cocks. Now go away I'll see you for lunch. Again
home immediately after school, you do not like to lose in talking
Your usual, you have to get me to eat "
Then throw a careless glance the leg:
"But how did you tanned, you look like a slut!"
Arianna biting his tongue and hold back her tears
deliberately aggressive and humiliating attitude of the brother goes out and
prepares to go to school.
The morning turns to school safely. Receives from her friend
confirmation of the appointment with Charles for the next evening.
"I just have to bear Christian until tomorrow night ..." thinks.
When the bell rings signaling the end of the lessons abort
take the bus and come home. The brother sprawled on the couch
and play video games, not even turn to say hello, we only
a
"You eat? I'm hungry!"
The sister who now understood the hint and resigned, answered by
Cuisine:
"Ten minutes, the time to prepare something"
But his brother replies:
"No darling, come here and ask me what I want to eat first."
Arianna, who has now figured out how to act in their interests, enter into
living room and asks his brother what he would like to eat. The brother
looks down and smilingly said:
"The terms were clear you should be my servant, as when we played
by children, I do not think you're respecting the pacts "
"Sorry Chris, tell me what to do." Sighed his sister.
"For example a child when I was the king, you kneel for
waiting for orders. It tries to use a more subdued tone when
talk to me "
Arianna kneels and searches her memory search words
fit between the desire to laugh at that scene where the forces
brother and a feeling of concern that something of
perverse c 'in the attitude of his brother.
"What would you like to eat Christian?"
His brother orders a pasta alla carbonara. The first sister to get up
asks:
"Want to eat here or at the table?"
The brother replied that manger at the table, to hurry, and meanwhile
bring him a coke.
Arianna gets up the door and prepares to eat coca. when ready
called his brother at the table. Pour the pasta into two plates and for
prove quite helpful expected to sit for her brother
Volume sit down and ask the most humble who can:
"Okay so?"
But Arianna had a clue what Christian would push
hand in this game and pointing to the flat of her sister replies
Dry:
"No, not good. Who told you that you can eat sitting at the table
with me? After you eat, standing, as she needs. "
Arianna is shocked by the treachery of his brother designed and
reluctantly, looking at his steaming bowl of pasta, gets up and puts
his plate on the sideboard.
"Start me up and get me the television remote control, then stay here
feet, as do the waitresses. "
The brother eats calmly, his eyes fixed on the television,
Arianna and must stand by his side. fills the
glass and wait. She hotly contested. now accepted
the game and decided to drink to the dregs the bitter cup, but there '
something odd about the situation: he feels his cheeks red and one
strange inexplicable feeling of sweet stunning. That same
sensation she felt as a child when he played with his brother.
When, very calmly, Christian got up and finished before
ricrollare on the couch without the latter provisions:
"Sprepara now, then you can eat, but do not you dare sit down. I
I go into the living room, when you ate prepare me coffee and then go to
tidying my room. "
Arianna responds mechanically like a robot "should be 'good' the sprepara
table. Then also, if you feel a bit 'stupid, despite brother
the can still see, eat up a few bites of pasta
now cold coffee then prepares for his brother.
The door in the living room, not even his brother has to say anything
before handing kneels.
The brother smiles and fun stroking her head:
"I see that you remember. Brava, but as you will see put to the test. Now
go to settle the room. "
Arianna was struck by his own submissive behavior and morbid
attitude of his brother. He lived with lightness that game, almost
happy to be back girl. But there was still something
understood. He could not focus on a strange sensation that he felt
the words and gestures of his brother. It takes up the empty cup
from the hands of his brother and brings it back into the kitchen. Then before going to
place the camera goes into the bathroom. You close the door to
shoulders, the heart beat faster, it feels strange. Must
check one thing. He reaches his hand under the short skirt and touches
panties. And 'as suspected: the elastic and the deviation index is
way through the fluff to find immediately the labia majora
completely wet. Incredible is excited. Arianna does not know what
thinking and seeking self-justifying:
"Maybe that has nothing to do with Christian nuisance. Sar a chance."
He lingers a bit, 'fondling. Breathing becomes labored. He feels warm.
Then he stops wondering what the hell he was doing. You rinse the
face with fresh water and leaves the bathroom. Enter the bedroom of
brother trying to dispel the thought of those moments and begins to
rearrange the disaster that has left Christian. Take away the remains
breakfast, the bed system, then it changes and the side of
bedside table is a pornographic magazine. The picks, below
boxers are Christian. The magazine full of women in
most indecent positions, but these things are to Ariadne only sadness. The
closes shaking his head and starts to bring the boxer's brother
laundry when you realize you feel a sensation in his fingers
humidity. In fact, looking with more attention to notice a large Arianna
slick in wet boxer who comes face to sniff wing. More
that strange sensation, yet the cheeks become inflamed. E 'sperm
Arianna does not have much experience in this regard, only a few breath
petting with a friend to the sea. The girl enters the room
Laundry by closing the door behind him, sniffs again and test with
fingertips to check their viscosity and texture. To disgust
combining curiosity: he had never thought his brother in that point
of view. Certainly she sometimes has lingered in bed with
a hand between her thighs, thinking of having some bold scene on TV is
often caressed, but you never looked at his brother as a
boy, now a teenager, with its desires, its secrets.
Throw in the laundry basket of dirty boxers Christian and washed
hands thoroughly. Then, for the second time in a few
Reach in tens of minutes to see how her panties
they are still wet.
'It's better that I jump on the risk of otherwise calm Charles
when I go out with him tomorrow night, "she thought to herself.
Then back in the room to finish dl brother reorder. The brother
absorbed while watching his video clips on television and
Ariadne, in the absence of other despotic orders takes refuge in her room
to study.
The calm did not last long, unfortunately, not even half an hour after her brother enters
Room:
"Oh you're here. And 'cos that meets the terms? Should not you be my
service? "
Arianna had tried to forget for a few hours and the tyrannical
capricious blackmailer and tries to calm him down:
"I'm sorry but I had given other orders, I also have to study. I, at
Unlike you I go to school! "
It 's a moment, Arianna did not even have time to understand what is
going on, his brother has already despatched a slap in the face of man
backhand that leaves a red mark on his right cheek of
girl.
"And 'cos you answer, bitch?"
Arianna's blue eyes fill with tears as he gets up in
feet, clenching his fists:
"Now bas ....."
It does not have time to finish the sentence that Christian has already raised his arm
and hits back to the face and suffered a tone that does not allow
Replies:
"Kneel down and apologize"
For Arianna like an electric shock, angry, but at the same time
confused and not even realize what he is doing and
mainly because of the slowly kneels down while drying the
tears. The brother's face is angry, in fact, it seems almost
amused while his sister with a last sigh and the rubbing
flushed cheek on her knees and whispered a:
"I'm sorry."
Christian sits on the edge of the bed, in front of sister
kneeling. Arianna between anger and shame for having once again
obeyed his brother keeps looking down. The brother caresses
one cheek and a voice almost soothing tells her:
"You must learn to be more subdued otherwise our shareholders should be
upstream
It 's a moment, as Arianna thought how strange that two
day is going and how strangely it actually is really
angry with his brother, Christian, and the hand moves down the neck
and slips into the breast. Thin t-shirt designs to perfection
Arianna's nipples, surprisingly sensitive. Arianna does not have the
time to understand nothing but the breathing is labored and
his brother has two fingers on his right nipple and tightens.
Arianna always looking down suddenly feels warm while
brother tighten the nipple, a murmur can:
"No, what do you do"
But an almost inaudible moan, mumbling, his brother immediately
said to be quiet:
"Shut up, do what I say and shut up."
Then he drops to his ear and whispers:
"I tell you to kneel when you open your legs, keep them
extended, see? we're not in church! "
Arianna is no longer able to ask any questions can only say:
"Is now"
With your hands up a bit 'narrow and short skirt and spreads
knees, then mechanically put her hands behind her back. The
continuing to talk to her brother in his ear:
"Going to stop the rebel or do I need to start thinking about what
tell dad? "
The nipple is so bad now the answer right away:
"I'm sorry Chris, I was a fool, do not you make more angry,
I promise. "
The brother lets go gets up abruptly and says to dry:
"Now go and wash my scooter that I have to leave."
Before leaving emphasizes the phrase with a slap behind the head.
Not strong, but loses his balance and falling on the Ariannna
bed where the first Christian who was sitting out, slamming the door.
Arianna remains firm in his knees so the legs outstretched, his face
collapsed into bed his eyes wet with tears, and can not do without
to stretch a hand between her legs and confirm: the
panties are all wet. She's very angry with
same but can not help but linger in the woods to stroke
thinking about the sweet humiliation that recent evidence of the submission
have caused. Just a minute with shortness of breath and then gets up,
to wash and change out the motor to his brother.
Christian comes out in the garden with a beer in hand and sits on a
sun shade to watch his sister, who, obedient, is lavandogli
scooter satisfied smile. Arianna tries not to cross the
look of shame, but also because I do not want to risk suffering
new humiliations and punishments. With a pump and a sponge with dedicated
attention to cleaning the motor. For her, not even a novelty
father orders her to wash the car frequently and its complaints to the
the fact that his brother can always find an excuse to never do
nothing, the father always responds not to break and leave in peace
"The little man of the house." And so, think Arianna, now wants to Christian
take all of the roles of the home owner. But, asked Arianna, the
I to go out tomorrow night with Charles or because on balance I
like, or worse, because now to obey a male in the house are
used. The girl placed all these questions without too much anxiety
all, because the situation in the end, whatever the reason, the
disturbed, but also lived with curiosity to see what would
success.
Meanwhile his brother had come to check the job well.
Arianna mechanically moves away, his hands behind his back and
looking down from his brother to await trial. Exactly how does
usually pap - noted. After a quick glance Christian tone
arrogant pointed to the wheels:
"Good clean the wheels, must seem stupid new, and
hurry up! "
Arianna motions of rebellion which now seemed only a distant
I remember mumbling "sorry" and starts to clean the wheels while the
brother into the house. Arianna finish the job but still awaits
few minutes because I do not want to offend his brother again
coming out at that moment, a look at the scooter, we then look at salt
sister smiling satisfied.
"I go out, have a few hours of freedom, but not leaving home. Then you
I call. "
While his brother goes back into the house Arianna breathing a sigh
of relief: finally a bit 'of peace. Trying to dispel the
thought of what happened on that day will be set to
study because they already are now five and the next day, Saturday, in addition
important event in the evening, the evening should also be
questioned Latin.
Around seven calls his brother:
"Arianna feel, I come home with friends, preparing for something
dinner. "
The tone was one of those which does not allow, but Arianna
allows, however, with the most respectful tone that manages to
object:
"Christian, you know that dad does not want to invite people at home ...."
But he can not finish the speech because his brother in a tone very
hard to stop:
"Do not you dare contradict me, stupid, I do what
I want to. "
And bit 'in a tone more fun:
"So then you put everything in order and even if they were to discover
you something you take the blame! Not real sister? "
Arianna remains silent for a moment and understand that better not
contradict:
"Okay, tell me what to do"
"Nothing, only prepares the table for four people in the dining room
of my friends are watching a movie and eat a paste. You see
acting like I taught you today. "
Arianna understands the danger of being ridiculed in front of
children of his brother and friends began to be really uncomfortable.
"But Chirstian, your friends are not part of our agreement
....... I'm ashamed You do not want to treat me as you treated me today
before them? "
"Arianna did not break! You behaved well be obedient and submissive,
Maybe they can not even notice it. After all you are a woman!
However, even if they know you and realize even then you do
what I say or I will put in a lot of trouble! Got it? "
Arianna responds to s, apologizes and hangs up again. Now the voltage
c 'really, but again also with the feeling of lightness
and disruption of strange that I feel every time the brother
These cos.
Arianna prepares all nervous, but at the same time tremendously
curious for all those weird tests to submit it to the brother. C '
still a bit 'of time and without much thought Arianna quits
bath for one thing that almost never does. She gets her skirt and pulls the
changing some, then sits on the toilet and he spreads her legs
arching his back. He closes his eyes and reaches out to
caressing: completely wet all day and practically
that in that state. Not ever. Arianna lets go
fantasy and imagine while on his knees before Charles opens
her blouse, then ... stops immediately, the heart beats at
thousand. The brother returned and is calling. Arianna is recomposed
frantically collect call if the panties, wash hands,
you take a look in the mirror: it has the red cheeks and forehead
slightly beaded with sweat. Open the bathroom door, his brother
just the front.
"You're always in the bathroom. What were you doing?"
Christian deliberately speaks loudly, in the meantime entered
three other boys, who presumably feel everything. Chirstian
obviously keen to show it to friends as his sister.
Then lowering his voice he says:
"Go to your room and wait."
The boy goes to make friends then come sit by her sister.
Arianna in her room waiting for him, and meanwhile changed
pulling off the short skirt wearing sweatpants.
Christian enters and stares into his eyes:
"We had better clear up soon, get on your knees!"
Arianna immediately kneels, opens her knees as I like to
brother, then lowers his head and puts his hands behind his back.
"Good cos I like it. Not user turns of words now you do what you
I say woe to you if you mess up even the most little thing. You have to do
literally the maid for me and my friends tonight, I want them
leave you speechless. "
Then he turns his gaze to the bed and notice a miniskirt.
"Why have you changed? Do not you want to show my legs to my friends?
You do not understand a shit, put that in fact put on the white one ....
do not place ever. "
Arianna blush immediately, the short skirt even more and,
especially pleated and wide. Not because it never puts any
movement is likely to show her panties. she is also
surprised that he remembered his brother. Arianna ventures
resistance:
"I put no one ever ..."
Also this time can not finish the sentence because he has a slap
already hit on the cheek.
Arianna apologizes rubbing his cheek while his brother ends
discussion, further worsening the situation of already
disorientated sister
"Take off your panties and so if you do have to show everyone the bitch
you're a bitch. Now get up, and come to the preparations to serve us. "

Arianna can not, but maybe it begins to not want to oppose the
brother stands up. Christian but not of nod volersene
go. Arianna has a moment of the ban does not know what to do and
does not want to further upset her brother. Christian insists:
"Do you understand? Changed."
Arianna hands moving slowly putting his thumbs into the elastic
of sweat pants to take them off, but still has a moment
hesitation: you never undressed in front of any man, much less
in front of his brother. Then he saw that Christian does not mention exit
room, drops his trousers, removes them and throws them on the bed. Keeps
head down, would die of shame, but feels clear
feeling of being literally flooded between her legs, for
situation and the caresses rudely interrupted a few minutes
before. Then she turned to the drawer where it takes her skirt
white and fluttering her brother requires it to wear. Ariadne
wears on, always with his head down:
"I'm ready."
The brother with impatient tone:
"Are you stupid or do it on purpose?" I told you to remove your panties! "
"Please, Chris, I am ashamed too, this skirt and transparent
I move just might notice that I did not. Please not that "

At that time Christian does something that surprises her sister again.
Without going so much for the subtle approaches sister raises
the skirt and yanked down her panties. Arianna has no
rebellion, but merely to cover up their sex with one hand, the
increasingly low head and face red with shame. Then move your legs
to slide on the ground that his brother collects panties.
And yet, to increase his shame, the Christian approach to the face
and smell. Arianna wants to die, he realizes that his moods are
feels and the panties are obviously wet. His brother, this
sweet voice once more:
"At my sister starts to taste the true situation? So do not
Ambient do with me: I happen to you! Now we come to the
I present to my friends, be kind and let us see the fun. "
The brother gets in her pants pocket of her sister opened the door and
with mock gallantry makes the first move. Just to settle a
slap ass. For the first time the brother not to touch her
evil, as a state for the nipples. It 'a snap, Arianna
remains still while his brother in the village of Palpa a moment
ass shamelessly. It is impossible to say that remains still to leave
do, but even retracts, the tip of his brother's hand-dl
the lower part of the sinking of her sister sit up with ease
almost to touch her sex.
Arianna dazed, at the top but at the same time you hear a hum
this light, seems almost happy. Walking with small steps, holding the
hands on the front as if he feared that at any moment someone
could raise them to the short skirt and see her pussy that feels
completely wet. The brother in the living room door. There are three
kids, they all seem even more young Christian. The brother
sits on a chair so leaving it standing in front of the three
kids. Arianna feels in the show, the kids are eyeing
from head to toe. Then after a moment of silence that seems to Ariadne
eternal Christian finally speaks:
"My sister Arianna, they are my friends Nicholas, Henry and
Matt. "
Arianna has the look down and murmured a greeting.
I have three kids: Nicholas is 14, curly, thin, Enrico
15 years old, rather plump and looked a little 'too smart
just lingers on the legs of Arianna, Matthew has 15 years and a fine
boy but with the face of a child. Arianna realizes
be a "great" for them but at that moment evidently
embarrassment, standing as if on display for the eyes
are patrolling with curiosity. Then Chirstian with a dry tone:
"What do you do the impaled, vaccinations to get something to drink."
For Arianna as a whip, to furtively reads the surprised looks
and perhaps even embarrassed of three boys. Ariadne, which is struggling to
imbarazzantissima support the situation turns around to go to the kitchen.
E 'upset. Prepare a tray with glasses, coca cola, beer and
door in the living room. He puts the tray on the table in the living room where
meanwhile, dropped an awkward silence that his brother is enjoying
in every single second. Arianna glances with his brother that
a gesture aimed at his friends to understand that he wants to be served.
Arianna has the voice a whisper:
"What are you drinking?"
The boys obviously begin to overcome the initial embarrassment
order all of the beers, despite their young age. Arianna them
need one by one careful not to lower the bust ever for not uncovering
beyond that already shows generously. Henry for not even
hide too much down the skirt and Arianna lives unpleasant
feeling of being literally naked before the eyes of
boy. When he is done can not fail to notice the eyes of understanding
of the three boys and the satisfied smile of Christian. Arianna
to his feet, does not have the courage to open his mouth, luckily
brother turns on the TV and starts to zap a distracting
some 'friends, then turns to the sister who is waiting, with all
evidence, new orders:
"Go to your room, I'll call you when I need you"
The items are clearly designed to humiliate in every way
sister hurriedly leaving the room full of shame. In
room lies on the bed to try to reflect on his
situation and ask again, why we all agree.
The rest would be enough to give up going out with Charles to escape from
any blackmail, but not even so much interest that this
output. Apparently - she thinks - I want to try these
feelings. Why?
Arianna probably knows, there may be extending a hand again
under the short skirt, but do not want to do it, do not need it, it feels great
what their status. For a moment try to imagine what they are
thinking about the kids, what he's thinking his brother. E 'especially
he and the girl thinks. Until two days ago 'for she was only a
dull boy, now really beginning to look under a new
light: the subtle pleasure of exercising control almost
absently, quell'insistere on her panties, that way of
look at her. Arianna was wondering if once you got to go out with
Carlo, things would be back down to normal. If you would be able to
go see it simply as a nuisance brother .....
The girl has no more time for speculation from the living room he hears the voice of
Christian who calls. It still feels that sense of
lightness, of irresponsibility, as when she was a child.
Suddenly not interested in what most kids will think, wants to
only to complete the deal, to be free tomorrow night
out with the boy of her dreams. But Arianna does not hide that
also wants to find out what the reserve is still that weird brother.
Arianna gets up, a quick look in the mirror, the white blouse
tight enough to show her breasts are full and firm, high
even without a bra. It smooths the skirt with your hands, try, turning
the chest, also to look after him fully on display. pi
small movement discovers the hanging of the buttocks, tanned, firm,
perfect, almost with a smile of satisfaction that goes to Arianna
lounge. The climate warmed up quite clearly, Arianna distracts
now your eyes off the television: the guys on the
VCR and are watching a porn movie. Ariana lowers the
look. Christian has studied everything perfectly clearly wants
see how far they can push the game. Henry, the boy
chubby, looks as if he wanted to undress her. Moving as soon as
eyes, the girl realizes that in reality all are watching
while the TV is unequivocal sighs. Waiting also
this time long enough to make you feel uncomfortable sister
Christian finally broke the silence.
"Preparaci to eat and take other beers.
The sister talking softly calls for further measures, listening
s almost surprised to sound very clearly and
ricercatamente subject:
"Do you have any preferences? Would you like to eat here or prepare the dining
lunch? "
His brother smiled satisfied with the evidence offered by his sister,
still drives the game:
"Prepares the dining room, you idiot, we want a dinner gentlemen. E
hurry up. "
Arianna feeling the pinch: he believed that by using appropriate language
would have softened the situation, but evidently the brother wants
bring the situation completely out of control
sister. He wants to impress his friends.
Ariadne holds a tear and answered immediately:
"Okay."
At that time his brother turn up the volume on your TV. A girl
is having an orgasm and shouts. Arianna is still only a second to
look at the scene turns to go to the kitchen to get beers. He
hot, nearly naked, but still very hot. Open
fridge to get beer, stiffens when it changes ....
stifling a scream, a hand slipped between her legs from behind.
Once the eye: Christian.
Arianna is now a thing that will reflect much on the days
thereafter. Without his brother say anything the girl
a murmur:
"Ah you, sorry."
Turns his gaze to the fridge, unmoving widening, although
almost imperceptibly, her legs. It 'a matter of seconds,
while Arianna remains with the torso bent and his face almost in the
cold beer watching but without the courage to take them,
Christian arrives at her pussy, the middle finger makes its way through the
labia majora and the rest of the hand sinks the ass. The finger
Arianna enters almost entirely inside the mouth that mechanically opens
strong commitment from the nostrils, and aims not to pass up
not even a groan. Christian pulls out and comes close to the finger
nose. Arianna took three beers, her face distraught, her eyes
glued to the ground does not meet the eyes of his brother.
"Lick!"
Christian puts his finger under his nose. Arianna has never even
imagined such a scene paralyzed. But her brother and smiles
does not give up:
"Are you deaf?"
Arianna afraid to take another slap, but we also feel
dissolve between the legs, opens her lips just taking in the mouth
the first phalanx of the finger. With the language flows slowly skin
while his brother pushes the finger half hand thrust into his mouth.
Arianna looks up and just suck, it recognizes its own
taste, very excited by the situation, then he pulls back his head and
staring into the eyes of his brother. From the look of a Joint
excitement and resentment:
"What do I do?"
The question goes to the ignition, the sweet but mournful tone, but a
question of who actually does not want an answer. The brother is
near your ear and speaks as a child:
"Now the kitchen and prepares the table, then we serve. My friends are
upset, went crazy for my beautiful sister. Search
prove even more submissive and let sbircino your legs. If
do the maid and whore, as you do when you want, for you
evening will not last long and you do not do anything with them, otherwise ....."
Arianna was very hesitant, very afraid that his brother in
time and also feared what was happening to her. He feared his
same reactions. Fold the look and voice quivering
asked
"But how should I do? What you told me, of our shareholders"

Christian finds himself immediately hard and arrogant tone that
knew. Arianna noticed that he had once again put in a
bad situation: he had proved once again to be completely
under the thumb of his brother. And somehow, to be available yet
much to this game. And in fact:
"Listen bitch, you will do exactly what you say! Gi for
what happened I would have much to say to my dad. And 'You better put
in head and just obey. Tonight, if you have not yet understood, I
brought my friends here just for fun. I want to show you how
This is a sister, as it is a girl like you. Then put
show off her tits and legs and then the maid. Do not Try
contradict any order I give you. "
Arianna's nods his head and a bit surprising even 'the
unbuttons brother suffered the second button of her blouse leaving
a glimpse of her cleavage. But his brother is not happy and still open
the third button. He sticks a finger under the fabric touching the
nipple respond immediately, swelling. Arianna looks: now
Tits you can see almost to the nipple and, with any
movement, a closer look could see them all. The fingers of
linger a little brother 'by tightening the nipple hard.
Ariane indulges a whimper.
"So. I behave?"
Arianna still moving his head in assent and now the
the nipple is really bad. Christian lets go and snapping
fingers tells her to hurry up with those beers. He turns to leave, but
Arianna stopped him '
"You'll see it will be good, but promise that after tomorrow night will be free"
Christian turns to look at it seriously. And the liquid so contemptuous:
"Meanwhile, you did well, make me look good! Then the rest
I decider. "
Arianna is time to prepare the tray regretted the unnecessary attempt
to obtain assurances:
"You're right, I'm sorry, you do look good."
The girl starts to prepare dinner, the commitment to a bit distracted 'by
rapid succession of events of that day. Arianna starts
seriously try a strange pleasure to report that turbid
come to establish with his brother, although she always
This awareness of the nature of the covenant and blackmail
Christian will take advantage of the fact that in all ways. E 'in his
nature. When the dinner table and are ready with the heartbeat Arianna
Meanwhile, he went into the living room where the children are engaged in
watching a pornographic film. The high volume, two men are
fucking a woman, the guys commenting loudly, laughing. But when
Arianna comes, again, falls silent. Not for the silence
embarrassed the beginning because now clear to everyone the role of
girl and the subtle game of domination, humiliation, and
sexual innuendos between her and her brother. But most of all growing
Friends Christian kids should not miss an opportunity,
one, would like to take advantage. The boys have turned to look at and
now clearly appreciate the generous neckline which now offers.
From the tight blouse with three buttons you can admire the open
Her boobs almost to the areola of the nipples. Arianna hands
clasped nervously in her lap is the breath to announce, with the
more humble words he can find, that dinner is ready:
"It 's ready, if you want to sit in the dining room, I can serve."
Christian, sprawled on a chair, one leg resting on the
right arm and a beer in hand, looks satisfied. Then look
friends who are literally eating the eyes. The only
embarrassed Nicola, the youngest. Fourteen years only, even
Arianna he looks, but trying not meet other eyes, red
intimately in the face and envious of the safety and boldness of
Christian. Mattia as close to the girl, sitting on the couch
beside which stood Arianna stares intently as
Henry, who initially began to accept the situation, the
look at trying to meet the girl and her eyes lowered
glances of understanding with Christian. The boys did not rush to
stand up and Arianna, trying to maintain an attitude the more
natural as possible, try to break the tension by doing what
Christian would imagine: collect beer from the table offering
so further to the eyes of kids. The table rather
Enrico low, the safest of the group rests on the feet.
Arianna china on the table, fortunately has no one behind as
otherwise it could see everything under the short skirt. But bending
Matthew Henry is inevitably that can easily peek
inside her blouse coming to see her breasts completely.
Arianna knows, looks down toward his chest and saw her breasts
completely exposed, looks up and crosses that of the two
boys. She tries to be the fastest possible. Then
alongside his brother to collect the bottles from his side of the
table. for it must fall completely on its own legs
Henry once again offering a complete view of the breast
chubby kid enjoys also allows a little smile of
excitement. Even so Nicholas, Arianna which now co-located
can not not be impressed by the vision for a brief moment from behind
the girl's legs, up, up, towards the insertion of the buttocks.
The boy is just time to realize that Arianna does not bring the
Panties: an instant, the girl got up with the tray, the
eyes downcast, her cheeks flaming.
Christian once again manages to hit it with malice:
"Well after the little show offered by my dear sister, let's see if
also capable of doing something to eat! "
Making it more explicit. Arianna understand that the intent of the
brother and the pronounced sentence has provoked the laughter of Henry
Matthew and Christian. Nicola did not laugh, too embarrassed. Boys
get up and move to the nearby dining room. All note
just like Arianna has prepared for four people and
sit, but when it comes Arianna with a bowl of steaming pasta
Nicola suddenly turns gently to the girl:
"You do not eat with us?
The boy seems to demand a normal finding. Nicola
would break the unreal atmosphere that have happened in
that warm summer night. Arianna is disqualified, did not expect
that speaks to her, but most did not expect that type
application. He puts the bowl on the table and looks at his brother. With
eyes begs him to take it out of this situation, to give a way
output, but of course his brother has not any intention. Indeed.
"Answer, my friend made you a question!
Nicola realizes that it has obtained the exact opposite effect to
the desired one. He cursed mentally pouring a drink for
distract attention. Arianna completely in the ball: what
might say, indeed, something must be said - is uncertain. All eyes,
except those filled with guilt for Nicola, are on her.
Arianna stares at the tablecloth, the heart beats wildly.
Christian insists:
"Arianna, my friend made you a question. Answer me!"
The girl is torturing her hands, looking down, perceived
the exact feeling of having every inch of skin inflamed
shame. A long breath and unable to respond with meticulous
attention to every word.
"No, I can not eat with you, I just have to serve you. Christian wants
cos "
Nicola stutters a sentence of apology even while Henry and Matt
mutes and look Christian. They do not say anything, but their
Wonder is clearly adds an unpleasant sense of discomfort.
Christian takes this feeling, but has no intention of
play down: he wants to continue the fun. Moreover he is the only
among those present who can exercise such power and wants to prove it.
"Come on, serve the pasta, hurry up. And filled the glasses"
Moments of silence and Ariadne begins to pour into the dish.
Then, one by one the children are served by the girl who pays them
to drink. Finished Arianna is positioned to serve all standing between the
brother Henry and awaiting new orders. Christian now lives a
true megalomania and lift the cup in a toast:
"To my little sister Arianna, who has learned who is boss, and that tonight
to entertain us! "
Arianna remains motionless with his eyes firmly planted to observe its
same sweaty hands nervously before him belting, while
kids toast. Christian and Henry are now a well-matched pair,
laugh and watch it. The boy takes courage and lift the cup
again:
"To your health that you know how to deal with the Christian girls"
Ariana for a new boost, now his friends are starting to
press on the accelerator of the game. The girl without even receiving
new orders to refill the glasses of the boys and begins with
concern to note that there are now several beers already consumed.
When the time to fill the glass with his brother, Arianna feels
climbing them his hand between her legs and reaching under the skirt coming
just sex. The girl slowly poured carefully trying to
appear more normal as possible, but when the fingers of
insinuate themselves into her brother, has a small jolt that makes you
overthrow a bit 'of beer. The fact is inevitably seen by
Enrico grins shamelessly and whispers:
"Congratulations, you always do so the waiter?"
Arianna hear everything, but does not move with the breath.
Christian withdraws his hand, with studied slowness of the returns over the
table where you clean with a napkin under the gaze aghast
sister. But that's nothing. These are the words subsequent to freeze the
blood in the veins of the girl. Christian speaks specifically to voice
High:
'S, what is otherwise. Have a seat, too. "
And then with a harsh tone to her sister:
"Pours a drink to Henry"
Arianna picks up the bottle and, with heart in throat
close to the guy who literally open-mouthed wonder.
Just close the bottle to pour by the glass from behind
Christian friend whispers:
"Go quiet, stretch your hands well."
Henry if he does not say twice and reaches out through the legs
tanned girl from under her skirt. Arianna has a moment of
hesitation. All are watching and that we understand exactly
is happening. Remains stationary while the clammy hand of the boy
comes to her sex. But at that very moment can not do it more and
a step back is removed from the socket. So there's still doing
most out of his hand under her skirt and stay for a while
suspended general embarrassment. Henry turns to his friend a glance
question. Arianna smooths her skirt and remains silent, but
just a moment. Christian rises suddenly and heads toward the exit
the room:
"Arianna follow me!"
Henry looks surprised his friends, while she follows her brother
that goes into her room. Arianna understand that anger and
hastens to apologize for:
"You told me that I would have done nothing to do with them"
Christian starts a slap in the face that reddens the right cheek of
sister. But Arianna does not cry, do not complain, approaches to Christian
to seek some physical contact, take his hands, trying to
calm him down.
"You've ruined it, ruined any agreement, you're a bitch."
Arianna is forbidden at first, he believed that his brother
would react in another way, which forced her to some
punishment, which hit her more. Instead it seems more Christian
Another disappointment, it seems discouraged. For a moment he realizes Arianna
have the game in hand, probably because he realizes his brother
he had asked too much, that he had gone too l. Arianna calculates
that might escape the power of blackmail brother. Indeed, for
forget the whole story, however, could also come out with Carlo
tomorrow night and his brother could not ask for anything more in return for
his silence. Arianna thinks of everything but we do not have the courage to do
the necessary step, to rebel against what until two days before
was just a kid, troublesome little brother. What these
last two days had done and said things that had upset the
quiet life of all the days of Arianna, what had
imposed a new dimension of sexual play, that little brother, the
girl still wondered how he had subdued. Non-Christian
most talked about was furious, but quiet. Deviates with a sister
thrust and approaches the door saying:
"I send them away, you've ruined everything."
Sar was because they still feared the consequences of dell'arrabbiatura
brother, it will be because he feared having to give up the next day to go out
with Charles, it will be because in the eyes of the brother, who
however, did nothing to make nice, a disappointment
child, but sweet, it will be because he could not banish from his
mind those moments in which Christian had touched her by provoking a
disturbance who had never tried. Arianna never admit with s
same for what reason or what combination of reasons, but
ferm his brother's arm and said:
"Sorry"
Chris spun around, surprised. The fixed long in the eyes.
He was clearly happy and had suddenly taken over the whole fair
arrogance of a few minutes before. You do not need words Arianna
kneels before him, legs slightly apart, hands behind
his back, looking down:
"I'm sorry, will not be repeated more, I did not disobey ..... that
See, ...... I was not prepared. "
His brother was at that time one of those erections that narrow
in your pants, turn out to be painful and visible. The yield
apparently unconditional, not even he knew exactly what
chiamatala would do once in your room. For a moment, really
in him had taken over the disappointment and despair. Even a
bit 'of shame and concern about how he would be able to
then manage what had happened a vote back to normal
routine of family life. If your sister with that evaded
decision in the game as he would then run the embarrassment? In reality
Christian before that phrase and gesture of the sister did not
no idea how he would react. She did everything she was
apologized and kneeling at the very moment when he could really
throw off the yoke of his brother. It was an unconditional surrender - I think -
and all he could do except lose the opportunity.
Christian caresses the head of his sister kneeling and search
words and the tone more suited to reprise his role and clear
that moment of weakness.
"Do you apologize enough? Do you realize the bad impression that I have
did I do? "
Her sister does not move in silence, now it feels really ready to
pay the consequences of his brief rebellion. It 'just convinced
need to be punished, feels the need to resume the game with s
itself, wants to see where it can get with that game and then loses
Tomorrow's arms that Charles, unaware of everything because there.
The doors of a sexuality that her mother would certainly have defined
"Sick and depraved" were opening up in front of the girl. And the door
opened her little brother.
"You have to be punished and then you apologize to my friends, okay?"
That "agreement" was the last final of the moment very reminiscent of
weakness of his brother, the moment he believed he had lost
all those great powers, as if by magic, was able to
impose on the sister in those days. That "agreement" was also
the last question to her sister to have finally handed in
his hands all power. And in fact, Arianna, fearing all the while
consequences of this act, he replied:
"You're right, do what you want."
Alea IACT east, Julius Caesar, a poor consolation, but know Arianna
that can not go back now. Christian now takes full
the situation in hand: his sister should be punished.
"First you give a lesson on all fours and lift my skirt.

Christian was removing his belt. Arianna is back for a moment
two years ago when his father did exactly the same thing. Not
put her on all fours, of course, but the support had made the
his desk and had dropped his pants. He had struck with the
belt. Arianna had gone out that night without permission, with its
cousin, was then fifteen years. It was the first time in his life that
was such a thing, came back later and smelled super
alcohol: they had been drinking to celebrate the maturity of her cousin. I
parents had returned a day early from a trip and
had discovered. Also present at the scene that Christian pot
day. Arianna for the fact that her father beat her in that way and
before the brother was shocking. The father was so angry
who did not notice the thing, but Christian was the watch
sister with her hands resting on the desk, up his pants down
knee, panties small, which completely outside
buttocks. Christian feels a strange feeling that day. Today
remember perfectly that, a few minutes after that day in two years
first, locked in the bathroom to masturbate for the first time he did
thinking of his sister. Today the situation so different, but so
similar. Even Arianna is thinking about that day and, although it can not
know what were the reactions of his brother then, she thinks
to those same similarities. Today she has no panties, four
legs like a slut. Ariane comes to mind just this
term as a bitch, can not think of anything else and can not
do not think that sweet disturbance that causes this situation.
This time - she thinks - to beat her brother. The
guilt, then, incredible: you will not feel under her skirt made from a
boyfriend's brother while she was a waitress for them. Arianna
thinking of these things waiting for the shots. It 's beautiful. The hair on
face, the half-open blouse can be seen distinctly
tits, lifted her skirt and held her legs open and her ass just
up ready to receive the shots. From behind his back draws
a curve that drops down to go back to the rear
soar, tall and beautiful. Christian has an erection painful, without
be seen by her sister puts a hand in the jeans to settle
better that the bird would get rid of. He sticks his foot in the calves
her sister and moves with your foot to her right leg Arianna
open more of the legs. The girl opens her legs further, now
Christian can see her completely exposed refrains from sex
touch it. Roll the beginning of the belt around your hand and
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Isis stood before him, just as he remembered her in life. Her beautiful
breasts betrayed themselves beneath the folds of her flowing white garments.
He could make out the outline of every lovely curve. Her navel danced
seductively in the sea of her taught, flat stomach. Tightly muscled legs
seemed to stretch on forever from beneath her tiny white skirt. The golden
material of her boots raced up her calves, glimmering in the light.

"Adam," she whispered his name seductively.

"Isis, my love," he sighed, his voice cracked with emotion. "Oh, how I've
missed you."

Black Adam embraced her tightly. He could feel her soft, pliant breasts
flatten against his chest. His hand traveled down to feel the warmth of her
bare skin at the small of her back. He buried his head in her neck and
inhaled deeply, savoring the sweet scent of blue lotus in hair.

"I love you, Isis," he whispered in her ear. "You are my goddess."

"I know, Adam," she said in a troubled voice. "But we can't do this. We
can't be together."

Adam pulled his back from their embrace. He looked into her teary eyes.

"Why? What's troubling you, my love?"

"I'm dead, Adam."

Black Adam was taken aback. Horrifically, the flawless face of his one true
love grew old and gray. The flesh fell from her face and a creature of
putrified skin and bones stood before him.

"We're all dead," a chorus of voices called out from seemingly all around
him.

Suddenly, Osirus and Sobek, his beloved family were there with them looking
just as ghastly as Isis. Chunks of rotting flesh hung from their skeletal
bodies. Maggots writhed disgustingly in open sores.

"No!!! Nooooo!!!" Adam screamed out in horror. He was paralyzed, transfixed!
Unable to end this nightmare.

"SHAZAM!"

A lightning bolt crashed from the sky! Black Adam's hated successor, Captain
Marvel appeared with his family. Effortlessly, Captain Marvel, Captain
Marvel Jr. and Mary Marvel dispatched with the nightmarish zombies that were
once Isis, Osirus and Sobek.

As Black Adam watched, rage and hatred filled his heart. Why? Why was his
family dead? Why was the life of that buffoon, Captain Marvel so perfect?
Why was his family allowed to live.

He eyed the nimble, young body of Mary Marvel. Her white mini-skirt
fluttered in the wind, catching his gaze. It teased him with the promise
that the wind might lift the skirt just high enough to see her tight,
perfect ass. Smooth, gazelle-like legs stretched out from under that skirt,
fueling his lust. He could see her tiny, teenage breasts poking out from
under the fabric of her costume.

A hand reached from behind and clutched Black Adam's growing hardon. A
familiar voiced whispered seductively in his ear.

"You want her, don't you?" Isis whispered.

"Yes," Adam admitted.

"Then take her. Take her from him. Even the score with your hated pretender
and be happy once more," Isis said. "I am gone, my love, but I want you to
be happy and I want revenge against our enemies. You can have both with
her...."

Adam awoke with a start. His eyes adjusted slowly to the darkness. A thin
sheet covered his naked body. He was in his bed in the Kahndaq embassy in
Metropolis. Yes, yes, it was all starting to make sense now. It was a dream.

Adam clenched his fist and grit his teeth. That same damn dream again! Night
after night that same horrid dream! Tears filled his eyes as the sorrow
welled in his chest.

"Why, Isis?" he sobbed out loud. "If you must be gone, why can't you leave
me be? Why do you return to haunt me, night after night? I love you so
much...."

Restless, he got out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. He washed the
sleep from his face with cold water. He looked at himself in the mirror. The
visions of his dream still fresh in his mind. His beautiful Isis... and
someone else... there was someone else in his dream, it was already starting
to fade. Who was it?

Yes. That beautiful Mary Marvel. "Madness!" he thought to himself. She is
but a girl! While he... he was a hero and a warrior for more than two
thousand years. He was a king and now the ruler of a nation. Soon he would
rule the world, what cared he for some troublesome teenager?

Still, the image of Mary Marvel would not leave his head. Her shapely legs,
her tight ass, her pert breasts.... oh, how he longed to taste those
breasts, to suckle her nipples, to bury his head between her legs and taste
the sweetness of her juices. Had she been with a man before? Would he be her
first? He imagined how tight she would be. His heart raced. He looked at his
muscular form in the mirror. His cock was fully erect and eager. It stood
out like a steel rod, ready to plunge deep into the womb of Mary Marvel.
Ready to maker her his slave, his consort, his wife.

A pounding on the door disrupts his thinking. Adam quickly dons a robe and
answers it, angrily. "What is it!? At this hour?!"

"Sorry, to disturb you sir," one of the embassy staff members said meekly.
"Our intelligence office has been investigating that explosion over
Gotham..."

"You disturbed my sleep for that!!!" Adam said angrily. He clenched his fist
so tightly, his knuckles began to turn white. The arteries in neck began to
throb visibly.

"It's the wizard Shazam, sir!" The man said quickly, filled with fear. "He's
dead."

***

Adam hovered in the night sky. His mind was crowded with so many thoughts.
It had been a year since the old wizard died, yet he still couldn't stop
thinking about him. He would be long dead, his bones turned to dust
centuries ago, if Shazam hadn't granted him the stamina of Shu.

And what of his new charges -- Captain Marvel, Captain Marvel, Jr. and most
importantly, Mary. He had his Kahndaq intelligence agency working around the
clock to locate her. He finally found her, her body broken, her lovely form
marred by the garish mechanical whirring of life support machines. She had
been flying three miles in the air when the Rock of Eternity was destroyed,
killing Shazam. When he died, she lost her powers. Without the fleetness of
Zephyr to keep her aloft, she plummeted to her doom. He stopped caring after
he saw her like that.... weak, crippled. What was she to a man like him?

Piercing screams disturbed his deliberations. His senses sharpened millennia
ago through the strict training of an Egyptian warrior, Adam quickly located
the perpetrator. Some common street scum was chasing down a girl. With the
swiftness of Heru'ur, Black Adam descended from the night sky like a raptor
in search of prey. He quickly dispatched the thug, angered that he was no
match for the man-turned-god. The effortlessness of his rescue left him
unsatisfied, anger still boiled in his veins. He was angry at the world for
leaving him alone, apart from his love, Isis. He was angry at that old
bastard wizard Shazam for cursing him with eternal life. And he was angry
that the object of his lust, beautiful Mary Marvel was out of his grasp....

Or was she?

There, in the city street, sobbing before him, was Mary Batson. Young,
beautiful, petite and healthy. She had fought through hell and back and in a
year's time, she recovered from the devastating fall that left her body
shattered. But it wasn't enough. She wanted more. She wanted power. She
wanted the power of Shazam back more than anything. And here she was, this
pitiful wretched, begging him to share his power with her.

Black Adam reached out and held her face in his hand. She seemed so small,
so frail. It was almost impossible to believe that this tiny waif of a girl
once housed the power of Shazam. He remembered acutely the power she once
delivered with her fists. Yet, her face was so small, he could cup it almost
entirely in his hand. His thumb stroked her check and wiped away a stray
tear. Gently, he caressed her lips. They were blazing bright red with
lipstick. He pulled her close and inhaled. For an instant, his heart hoped
for the familiar fragrance of blue lotus.

Strawberries.

Of course. Mary Marvel would smell like strawberries. The scent jolted him
back to reality. This was not Isis.

"You want to feel powerful again?" he asked.

"Yes!" she cried. "More than anything!"

"To wield power, to wield *my* power, you have to know what it is to be
absolutely powerless. You have to know what it is like to be subject to that
power," he said. "Before you can become its master, first you must become
its slave. Are you willing to do this?"

She had no idea what he meant, but she did know one thing.

"I'm willing to do anything if it means I get my powers back," she
whimpered.

Adam smiled.

He lifted the girl's tiny body in his arms. She was so petite it was like
lifting a feather. He looked deep into her eyes, smiling. Without a word he
flew into the night sky. For once, the swiftness of Heru'ur could not carry
him quickly enough. He had flown around the world twice over with but a
thought. Tonight, he was only flying a few city blocks to the Kahndaq
embassy, but it seemed like an eternity.

Black Adam kicked open the double doors of the embassy. He wanted his staff
to know his intentions.

"Under no circumstances am I to be disturbed," he said. "I don't care if
it's World War III out there, *NO ONE* disturbs us."

"Yes, sir!" his staff said in unison as he marched down the hall, Mary
Batson in his arms.

She stroked his bulging biceps and lusted for their strength. They were like
wrought iron. She recalled all of their past battles and remembered what a
dangerous enemy he was. She thought of the sheer power he wielded. He was
mightier than even Superman. Centuries of training and discipline had made
him even more skilled and powerful than Captain Marvel. No one could match
him. No one.

Mary's heart raced. She licked her lips. His raw physical strength, his
commanding presence, they intoxicated her.

Black Adam barged through the doors of his bedroom, letting them slam shut
behind him. He set Mary down gently on the bed and eyed over her lithe,
supple body. He undid the sash at his waste and pulled off his shirt
revealing his finely sculpted muscles under bronze skin.

"Show me your body, Mary," he commanded in almost a whisper.

"Oh! Of course!" she said. The girl began to undo her top and pull of her
skirt, foolishly thinking he wanted to inspect her body for signs of
remaining injury from the fall. "You'll see, I've quite recovered. The
surgeons were very good. You can barely see the scars and many of them have
already faded. My X-rays..."

"The bra," Adam said, interrupting her blathering.

"What?" she said, taken aback.

"Take off the bra," Adam said.

Mary hesitated.

"You want my power? You must obey me. You must obey me to the letter without
hesitation, without question, understand?" Adam said.

"Y-y-yes," she stammered nervously.

"I will never again repeat a command to you," Adam said, calmly, patiently.
Then, his voice grew harsh. "Now, take off your bra."

Mary turned around modestly and undid the back strap. She let the garment
fall to the floor as she covered her small, pert breasts with her arms and
turned around. Her eyes focused on the floor, at Adam's golden boots, at the
sash and shirt at his feet. At anything, but his eyes.

"Now, the panties," he commanded.

Tears returned to Mary's face. She slowly moved her arms from her breasts.
She hooked her thumbs in between her panties and her hips and bent down to
give them a yank. Adam's cock leaped in his pants as she bent over and let
her breasts sway before him. Oh, how long had he wanted this and not even
known it? The sister of his old enemy, now stripped and displayed before
him, powerless and obedient, and the fun was only beginning.

"Come to me, Mary," he ordered.

She approached him meekly, ashamed of her naked body, so frail and small.
She thought of other women she knew, Power Girl, Wonder Woman, with their
voluptuous breasts and statuesque physiques, and here she was, tiny, small,
with small everything! Small breasts, no more than mosquito bites, skinny
arms and legs! And powerless, just an ordinary girl. Shame and embarrassment
welled inside her heart. Her emotions overwhelmed her, washed over her. They
pushed up from the heaviness in her heart, past the lump in her throat and
forced tears to stream uncontrollably from her eyes.

Adam embraced her. He pulled her naked body close to his. His every muscle
fueled by the power of Aton, the self-created sun god of the Egyptians.

Mary was so small, so petite, the top of her head only came to his chin. He
bent his head forward and inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with the
mixture of strawberry shampoo and her own unique womanly musk. The scent
traveled through his nostrils and straight down to his cock. It was the
scent of a woman who was ripe, fertile and ready for mating. His cock grew
unbelievably hard and threatened to tear through the thin fabric of his
uniform. He let his desire for her be known as he pressed his rock-hard
manhood against her perfect thighs.

If Mary had any doubts about what was going to happen to her, they were
erased.

"Have you ever kissed a man before?" Adam whispered to her.

"Yes! No...," she hesitated. "It depends on what you count as a kiss. Like,
little kisses... then, yes."

Adam gripped her chin gently and lifted her head up to face him. He brought
his face close to hers then kissed a tear on her cheek.

"Like this?" he teased her.

"Yes," she said weakly. Her knees began to wobble and shake.

He kissed her cheek again. Then again, closer to her lips this time. Then he
pressed his lips to hers.

"Like this?"

"Yes," she could barely get the word out.

Adam opened his mouth and let his tongue slide into hers. He savored the
sweet taste of her innocence. He could taste the hints of bubble gum and
toothpaste. He could feel her trying desperately to reciprocate and fail.
Adam was not gentle with this first kiss. He forced his tongue inside her,
took command of her, controlled her with his lust.

"Like that?" he said harshly in her ear.

"No," she answered.

"Would you like to get kissed again?" he asked.

"Oh, God, yes!" she said and opened her mouth to invite him in.

Adam couldn't resist. He kissed her again, firmly, forcefully. Mary learned
quickly and returned his kiss. It was a passionate embrace that only served
to fuel his hardon. His cock throbbed as his tongue penetrated moist, warm
depths of her mouth, as he slid himself ever deeper, past her teeth and to
her throat. He pressed his cock against her and he could feel her pushing
her leg against it, rubbing it until he couldn't stand it any longer.

He broke the kiss abruptly.

"Get on your knees," he ordered.

Mary almost questioned him when she remembered his warning from earlier. She
obeyed.

Adam kicked off his boots, walked up to her and pressed himself against her
face.

"Strip me," he said.

Mary obeyed, pulling down the thin fabric of his pants. His fully erect
penis jumped from their confines and slapped her in the face. She had never
seen a man naked before, not in person, let alone a fully erect cock. Adam
was, as you would expect of the most powerful man on earth, well endowed.
His cock was long, thick and uncircumcised (circumcision came into popular
practice centuries after he was born).

"Ever sucked a cock before?"

"No."

"Just open your mouth, I'll take care of the rest."

As soon as Mary obeyed, Black Adam drove his rigid manhood into her mouth.
He firmly held her head as he thrust himself inside her. Mary gagged at his
girth. With each thrust, he slammed into the back of her throat, causing her
to gag loudly. Saliva welled up in her mouth and dribbled from the corners
of her lips. Long strands of saliva hung down her face as Adam drove his
cock into her head again and again. He was merciless in his face fucking.

Then he forced his cock down her throat, her nose actually pressed against
his stomach. He held her head fast. Stronger than even Superman, he held her
firm. If Mary had her powers, she could fight him off with the strength of
Hippolyta or endure with the grace of Selena, but she was just a girl -- an
ordinary, powerless girl. Her face turned red as she gagged against Adam's
cock. Tears flowed from eyes.

Adam reveled in seeing this tiny girl take his massive cock down her throat.
His cock pulsed with each spasm of her throat as she gagged. Her face hugged
him tightly. Finally, he pulled out, his cock harder and more rigid than
ever. Mary coughed and gagged as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Is it too much for you?" he teased her. "If you want we can stop and you
can go back to your life."

"No." She gasped. "I want it." She lied. She wanted his power and she would
endure whatever it took to get it.

"Get on the bed and lie on your back, you worthless whore," Adam said.

Mary obeyed.

It was time for her to get fucked.

Adam slipped his arms under her legs and spread them wide as he mounted
her. He kissed her roughly
as he let his cock find her love hole. Then, without warning or mercy, he
plunged into her depths. Mary broke the kiss and screamed. Adam thrust a
second time, going deeper, tearing through her hymen. His blood-covered cock
rammed into her mercilessly, tearing wide her tight, teenage pussy.

"Can you feel me, Mary?" he said. "Can you feel my power as I fuck you with
the strength of the seven gods of Egypt?"

"Yes," she whimpered.

"That's 'Yes, sir!'" Adam corrected her.

"Yes, sir," she said, weakly.

Adam drove his cock in as deep as it would go. He continued to pump her with
the speed of Heru'ur. His body was a blur as he ravaged her virgin pussy.

"This is what you really came her for, isn't Mary?" he said. "To get fucked,
to get fucked by me."

"Yes, sir," she said. "Fuck me, sir.... Oh!"

Adam continued to fuck her brutally. He slammed his cock in up to the hilt,
pushing against her hips, trying in vain to go even deeper. Her pussy was so
tight, it squeezed his massive phallus like a clenching fist. He could feel
her vaginal walls tighten around him with each thrust of his cock. He needed
to fuck her deeper, harder. Drawing on the power of the gods, he fucked her
at a blinding speed.

"You love this don't you bitch?" He barked into her ear.

"Oh, God, yes! I love your cock!" she screamed. "God, you're tearing me
apart. I'm.. Oh! I'm splitting open!"

Her words fueled his hardon. Miraculously, he felt his cock grow even
harder. Then he lost it, cum erupted uncontrollably from his balls, surging
through his penis. He buried himself as deep inside her as he could and let
the cum pump deep into her womb.

"Oh, you bitch," he said, exhausted. "Oh, that's it. Let if flow deep into
your cunt."

"I can feel it," she said. "I love it. I can feel it filling me."

Adam pulled his cock out of her body. He directed it to her face.

"Clean it off, woman," he commanded.

Mary took his semi-hard phallus into her mouth and bathed it with her
tongue. She savored the sweet-salty mixture of cum, sweat and her own
vaginal juices. She pumped her head up and down the shaft and felt it begin
to harden again. Adam's cock swelled back to full rigidity. He was ready
again.

"Get on all fours," Adam ordered. "Like a bitch!"

Mary obeyed. She nervously got to her knees. She spread her legs and pushed
her ass in the air, her legs weak with anticipation. What would this be
like.

Adam got behind her mounted her doggy style, inserting his cock deep into
her throbbing fuck hole. She was well lubricated with cum and love juice.
Adam began a rhythmic assault on her pussy, shoving the length of his turgid
manhood in and out of her. His balls began to slap against her clit as his
thrusts became more violent. He reached around and squeezed one of her tiny
breasts in his hand. He savored the feeling as he drove his cock in deeper
and pounded her with no mercy.

Mary whimpered with each thrust, her cries fueled his hardness. Adam felt a
desperate need to fuck her harder, to thrust deeper. He leaned forward and
pushed into her. Mary's body quaked with each thrust. He began fucking her
faster, harder, more savagely. He summoned the endurance of Shu, god of the
air, as his hardon persisted. He fucked her with no thought to her pleasure
or pain, thinking of only his own satisfaction, his own lust. He thought of
his babies growing deep inside her womb as even now his sperm worked their
way to her eggs. The idea made him fuck even harder.

His mind wandered to the wizard Shazam.

"That stupid old man had no idea what to do with a useless cunt like you,
but I do," Adam barked at her
. "The only thing you're good for is fucking, you whore, Mary. You're a
stupid useless whore! Say it!"

"I'm a whore," she said without emotion. Adam pulled his cock out and
slammed it deep inside her. Mary yelped. She got the message.

"I'm a whore," she screamed. "I'm stupid, useless whore! Fuck me! Please
fuck me, sir! I love your cock!"

Mary felt Adam's cock swell inside her. His thrusts became more urgent, more
violent. He tightened his grip on her waist and pulled her body into him as
he thrust forward. Her pussy burned with the friction as he fucked her at
superhuman speeds. The he exploded. Cum burst from his cock like water
through a damn. He was a firehose sending burst after burst of thick, sticky
cum. It was like a jet of fire burning inside her.

Adam collapsed on top of Mary as she lay flat on the bed, exhausted. Adam's
cock remained hard as he pumped her at a snail's pace, still enjoying what
remained of her virginal tightness. They lay like that for what seemed
hours. His thrusts never ceasing, slow though they were. Finally, Adam
shifted positions and supported himself above her with his arms, as if
doing a push up. He began to pump her faster with eager determination. His
cock grew more rigid. An evil thought had entered his mind.

Mary spread her legs and moaned as she felt him fuck her with renewed vigor.

"Mary," he whispered into her ear. "I'm going to do something new to you.
I'm going to fuck your asshole."

Mary's eyes widened.

"This will be different," Adam said. "It won't be gentle like before."

"What was he talking about?" Mary thought. He nearly tore her in half with
that fucking! She'll be surprised if she can walk tomorrow!

"This could break you, Mary," he said. "I'm afraid your tiny little asshole
might not be able to handle me, but I can't resist it. You did this to me,
you little temptress. You teased me with that perfect little ass of yours
and now I'm going to take it!"

Adam pulled his rigid cock from her pussy. He spit on her asshole and worked
it with his fingers. Then he spit on his cock and poised the head at the
entrance to her forbidden backdoor. Mary closed her eyes and clenched the
bedsheets tightly in her fists.

Adam slowly worked his way into her ass. The entrance was so tiny! He pushed
and pushed with little thrusts until he broke through the first sphincter,
the head of his cock actually popped as it slid past. The feeling was
unbelievable. His cock was only in maybe an inch, yet he could feel her
gripping him so tightly. He could feel so much resistance to his probing,
yet he felt an undeniable urge to go deeper. He continued to push forward.
With each thrust, Mary let out a whimper. Soon her whimpers turned to
grunts. It wasn't long before Adam could no longer control himself and
thrust harder, letting his wrought iron shaft pierce its way into the
deepest depths of her filthy little ass. Mary was shrieking.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as he forced his way into her. Her sphincter
continued to squeeze him as he thrusted into her. It was a sensation like
nothing he'd felt before, not in two thousand years as the pharaoh of Egypt
with countess wives and concubines, not even his beloved Isis. The ass of
his enemy! He had plucked the innocence out of the sweet, beautiful Mary
Marvel! Adam pulled his cock out and then shoved it into her ass up to the
hilt, provoking another scream from her! Yes! He loved this feeling, this
matchless power over her. He had conquered her!

"Can you feel, me bitch?" he demanded of her.

"Yes, God yes, I feel you," she said.

"Who is your master now, woman?" he said.

"You, sir!" she answered. "You're my master! You're the master of my ass!"

With that he continued pounding. He pounded her ass deeper, deeper, harder.
He pounded her with the strength of Aton, as much as her frail, human body
could handle.

"I am your Master, Mary Marvel!" he screamed at her. He drove his cock in
deep. "I am your god!"

He drove his cock in up to the hilt, pushing it as deep as it could go, deep
into her ass and he came. He came and came. He let the cum flow through his
shaft and deep into her ass.

"That's it bitch!" he said. "Take me! Take my cum!"

"Yes, master," she answered through her tears. "Cum inside me. Cum in my
ass, master!"

And cum he did. He allowed himself to remain buried in her as his body
spasmed with each ejaculation. Finally satisfied, he pulled out, his cock
still semi-erect. He offered it to her face.

"Clean me," he ordered.

Mary almost hesitated. His cock was filthy. It glistened with cum and sweat
and the odor of ass was strong. She could make out disgusting brown flecks
under his cockhead and the cum on his shaft was discoloured with her own
shit. But she feared Adam. She feared his temper and his power. At the same
time, she loved him. She loved the power at his command and she would do
anything for it. She took the cock into her mouth and sucked it. She sucked
down her own juices off of it. She could taste the disgusting taste of her
own ass. She quickly swallowed the cum and whatever else might be on it and
licked him clean. She suppressed the urge to vomit.

Adam pulled his cock out of her mouth. He licked the tears off her face,
they were still streaming from her eyes. Cum oozed out of her pussy and ass
and a throbbing pain began setting in. What had she done?

Adam nuzzled her breasts and sucked them. His cock began to stir again. He
rolled over and laid on top of her enjoying her tiny little tits. She was
still a child in so many ways. As he suckled her, his cock grew harder. He
began to probe for the warm opening between her legs.

Mary felt his rigid phallus push against her vagina. Fear gripped her. He
was ready to go again?

"No!" She shouted. "You can't be ready to fuck again!"

"What did you say?" Adam quickly became angry. Mary's heart sank as she saw
his face turn red. A thick vein began to throb in his forehead. Adam thrust
his cock into her. "Did you just say no to me?" He impaled her again. "I'll
teach you what happens when useless, whiny cunts say no to their master!"

Adam grabbed Mary by the shoulders. She sobbed and shrieked as fucked her
mercilessly. His cock brought back to life by her resistance, he plunged it
into her again and again. His thrusts increased in speed becoming more and
more rapid. Soon he was fucking at breakneck speed.

He pulled his cock out and slammed it into her face. Seconds later, he began
to cum. Load after load of semen shot from his cock and filled Mary's mouth.
She swallowed as much as she could, but soon it began to overflow and
dribble out her mouth, mixing with her tears.

Adam stood over her, his passion finally spent.

"This is all you're good for now, Mary," he told her. "Your purpose from now
on is to pleasure me, to take my seed inside you. I'm going to own all three
of your holes. I'm going to fuck you morning noon and night for all
eternity." Adam smiled an evil grin. Mary sobbed when she saw the cruelty in
his eyes. "And you're going to love it."

"Yes, master...."

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2010-07-17T01:49:00.000-07:00

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2010-07-05T05:01:00.000-07:00

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2010-05-27T13:36:00.000-07:00

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2010-05-12T09:37:00.000-07:00

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2010-05-01T00:59:00.000-07:00

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2010-04-26T07:03:00.001-07:00

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2010-04-09T02:52:00.000-07:00

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2010-04-03T06:14:00.000-07:00

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2010-03-29T06:07:00.000-07:00

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2010-03-25T06:09:00.000-07:00

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2010-03-17T09:50:00.000-07:00

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2010-03-12T10:30:00.000-08:00

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2010-03-01T05:28:00.000-08:00

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2010-02-28T02:13:00.000-08:00

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2010-02-26T07:07:00.001-08:00

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2010-02-25T05:39:00.001-08:00

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2010-02-22T11:20:00.001-08:00

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2010-02-10T14:25:00.000-08:00

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2010-02-08T14:33:00.001-08:00

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2010-02-07T14:16:00.000-08:00

I got my very own card to the health club on my fifteenth birthday. It was a relief to me. Lots of cute guys went there, but I couldnÕt go, because if you werenÕt fifteen you were considered too young. Maybe they were afraid IÕd meet somebody. Well, I did meet someone. But it wasnÕt a pervert. It was a woman. I still remember my first day, marching in there, presenting my card, proud at last not to be stuck in day care while my dad worked out. He didnÕt go much anymore, which I was quite thankful for. ItÕs no fun having your dad looking over your shoulder, ÒmonitoringÓ everyone you talk to. HeÕd gone when I was younger; eight, nine, leaving me with the kids and the fat woman in the back, playing Candyland. Then heÕd gotten busy at work, and divorced my mom. I hardly ever saw him anymore. It was fine with me. I think he was, at the moment, having an affair with one of his secretaries. I surveyed the vast assembly of machines. So many! And lots of sweaty guys pouring over their workout. I decided to begin with the stair-stepper machine. I got up on it. There was a woman beside me, blonde, with long tresses down to her waist. I tried to get my machine started. I couldnÕt make it go. ÒWould you like some help?Ó the blonde beside me asked. I blushed. ÒI guess so,Ó I replied. I realized as she bent close to help that she was younger than IÕd thought, perhaps only a few years older than me! But her demeanor was one of utter assurance, complete sophistication. She had a light Swedish accent. I smelled her perfume. It was delicious, like crushed rose petals; light, airy, yet with just a scent of menace, as if any man who let himself slip into her grasp would never escape her long, fine fingers. With her polished nails she deftly entered the needed codes for my machine. She asked if I were a beginner. I nodded, embarrassed to admit that I was so new at this. ÒItÕs okay,Ó she smiled. A radiant, sunshiny smile. Her eyes smouldered. Distant thunderclouds hovered beyond her pupils. ÒI just joined last month. It took me awhile to learn all this myself. There! Five minutes. That should do you. IÕll bet youÕll be winded after that, but donÕt worry, youÕll build up your endurance as time goes by.Ó ÒThanks,Ó I said. There was nothing in her eyes but female companionship, I decided. IÕd found a new friend. We worked out together, and sure enough, after five minutes I was pooped. ÒToo many afternoons at home watching GullibleÕs Island,Ó my new friend smiled at me. I nodded my agreement, my breath gasping. ÒThere are other things you can try,Ó she smiled, her eyes glancing toward the guys in the free weight room. I shook my head Ôno.Õ ÒShy?Ó she asked. ÒYeah,Ó I replied. ÒIÕm Kali,Ó she told me. Her voice was sweet. Her eyes beckoned me to cast away my fears. ÒIÕm Melody," I replied. I walked away. I put a finger to my mouth, contemplating. I think she watched me, going. I wanted her to watch. With her eyes behind me I went where IÕd said I wouldnÕt, to the free weight room. I guy said hello to me. He helped me lift up a barbell and do curls with it. I met Kali a lot at the gym, in the ensuing days. I met some guys too. They were mostly older. They helped me, but seemed afraid to ask me out. Jailbait, you know. But I enjoyed their attention. Kali and I were on the stair-steppers together about two weeks later. It was early evening, a Saturday. There was a World Series Playoff going on at the time, so only a few people were at the gym. Kali and I had the entire row of stairsteppers to ourselves. ÒDo you go to college?Ó I asked her. ÒNope,Ó she replied. There was a smile on her face that hid a secret. ÒYou work?Ó I asked. She always had very cool gym clothes. ÒHmm,Ó she said, half-nodding, dropping her eyes to her stair-stepper, as if to study the codes entered there. ÒWhat do you do?Ó I asked. ÒIÕm a sexual torturess,Ó she replied. Her eyes met mine, blazed a moment, held me. I was unmoved at first, then the words sank in. A little gasp slipped out of my throat. I did not know if IÕd heard her right. Had I? ÒA what?Ó I asked. She could see my cheeks had acquired a flush. ÒA sexual torturess,Ó she said again, firmly. ÒWhatÕs that?Ó I murmured, mouthed, afraid, tantalized. ÒPeople pay me to torment them,Ó Kali replied. Her words were graceful, smooth. ÒTheir genitals, you know, naked and all that.Ó She gave the seat of her bottom a little slap. ÒLike-like a whore?Ó I asked. I was somewhere between Never-Never Land and the Twilight Zone, my mind drifting, my spine tingling. ÒA trollop,Ó she smiled. It sounded Ôlollipop.Õ ÒBut with special powers,Ó she added. ÒLike...Ó my voice trailed off. IÕd heard stories, rumors at school, about people...what they did...what adults did. ÒYes,Ó she laughed. Her voice was high, childish. ÒBut--How old are you?Ó I asked. ÒSeventeen,Ó she said. Yes, sheÕd told me that yesterday. ÒYouÕre too young to be a prostitute!Ó I blurted. ÒShhh!Ó A finger to her lips. ÒNobody is too young or too old to be a prostitute, dear. ItÕs illegal, donÕcha know. Anyway, thatÕs the customerÕs problem, not mine.Ó ÒYes, I guess it is,Ó I breathed. I did not know whether to keep stair-stepping or go running out the door. Only two years older than me, and she was an accomplished whore! ÒIÕm flying to Europe next week,Ó Kali said softly. ÒWould you like to cum?Ó I swear thatÕs exactly how she said it. ÒI-I donÕt know,Ó I replied. But I already did. My mind swirled. In my head I said Ôno,Õ but my conscience must have been speaking very softly. ÒYes,Ó came out. At least I think it did. Thinking back, I might have actually said Ôno.Õ But that wouldnÕt have mattered. Not to someone like Kali.*** We stood before a large wooden door. We were in Belgium. ÒThe cherry of Europe,Ó Kali had told me it was called. Belgium, that is. Well, it had one more cherry now. Me. Not my cunt, though. IÕd lost that cherry a year ago, with an ambitious boy in junior high. But my virgin butt, as Kali was quick to teach me, counted as a cherry too. And my mouth. ÒTwo out of three isnÕt bad,Ó sheÕd smiled at me on the plane. ÒTwo more than I have.Ó I liked her. She was frank, yet elegant. I could discuss the most intimate things with her without feeling dirty. Naughty, maybe, but not dirty. IÕd asked her a lot on the plane. SheÕd told me incredible things, said that was just a little of what IÕd know if I stuck with her. Well, I was stuck with her now, at least for this trip. She was totally paying my way, from an advance, she said, from the customer we were to meet. I gulped. The front door of the house we were waiting in front of opened. It creaked. A lady greeted us and let us in. She was older, a maid. ÒHelp,Ó as they are called. I wanted her to help me out of my predicament but knew it was too late. We were led into a study. A young man sat writing at a desk. He looked up, startled. Then he smiled. Kali smiled back. I forced a smile from my lips. He was quite handsome, but I was nervous. Kali was pert, chic. The man stood and walked out from behind his desk. He was taller than either of us. I looked up at him, scared. Kali was forthright. Her eyes gazed into his, her pug nose upturned, her lips sweet and hiding nothing. ÒIÕm Alex,Ó he said. He extended his hand in greeting. Kali nodded, took it, felt it, examined it. As if looking for signs of his life force in the lines of his palm. She passed his hand to me. Anxiously I shook it, my fingers limp. He squeezed my hand. It hurt a little. ÒI am under stress,Ó he said, turning again to Kali. ÒI have inherited a great deal of money. My father died recently, leaving me all his businesses. A Robert Maxwell type, with as many debts as assets. I have had to make many decisions. I need...Ó His eyes wavered. He seemed afraid to ask. ÒWhy donÕt you visit a dungeon?Ó Kali asked. Her voice was smug, diffident. As if she didnÕt care. As a six-year-old IÕd said that to a nerd once. He had no girlfriend. ÒGo to a singles bar,Ó IÕd snapped, playing with my Play-Doh. When I turned eight I started making penises out of my Play-Doh, but then I was too young to know. Kali sat on the corner of AlexÕs desk. Her skirt was short. Her thighs showed, right to the tops of her stockings. You could see her garter snaps where they held her stockings up. They were frilly, soft. Her legs were like sheathed cinnamon, well-tanned. I guessed she had tan lines underneath her clothes, where her shifting breasts and hidden cunny waited. Kali flipped through a phone book. Alex stood, watching. I drew close to him, clasped his hand. It was moist. He looked down at me. His eyes caught mine, then dipped lower. My jacket was half-unbuttoned. I wore no blouse underneath, just a corset. It did not cover my breasts. He contemplated me. I knew I should leave at once. I was no whore, no tart! But instead I caught sight of his bulge, his cockstand, buried in his pants, rising up, a lump in his trousers. I gazed at his bulge as he gazed at my curves. ÒCome here, you naughty girl! Dial this number for me!Ó Kali beckoned. With a blushing face I dropped AlexÕs hand and wandered over to her. To maintain my innocence I let my finger rise to my mouth, catch in the corner of my lips. Kali was not fooled. She reached down behind me, in back of me. She yanked up the back of my miniskirt. ÒSee? She wears no panties,Ó Kali said to Alex. I reddened. I turned my head and regarded my bare tushy over my shoulder. AlexÕs eyes settled on my snowy globes and he smiled a manÕs smile. ÒYou made me,Ó I said accusingly to Kali. In hunching over to lift my skirt sheÕd let her own slide up farther. Her legs were spread and you could see her crotch between her thighs. Pink translucent panties, cupping a quim I guessed was already wet. I knew I was. I was trembling with my excitement. There was an ache in my belly now, not butterflies. My dress hiked up, my cheeks huddled, cleft and softly naked, Alex unzipped his trousers and pulled himself out. I emitted a little scream. It was of fear, but of admiration too. He was massive! His thing pronged out at me, manly, eager, throbbing with lifeblood and dripping already at the tip. ÒPut yourself away, sir!Ó Kali scolded. SheÕd let him take it out, though, perhaps to size him up, to see what we were in for. I did not like at all what I was in for. SheÕd told me IÕd have to lose my cherry on this trip, my butthole cherry. ÒNot with him,Ó I whispered to Kali. My eyes were pleading. She smiled. Alex, stuffing himself back into his trousers with much difficulty, overheard. ÒWhat? You will damn well screw with me!Ó Alex blurted. He was the manager again, the CEO. ÒShe means her ass, Alex,Ó Kali said soothingly. ÒSheÕs an anal virgin. DonÕt you think youÕre too big to pop her? YouÕre a monster!Ó She grinned. There was wickedness in her grin. ÒI didnÕt mean to yell,Ó Alex said. ÒI need to get away from that. My employees all hate me, right now.Ó ÒDonÕt worry, I can help,Ó Kali replied. She purred like a cat. ÒI can see I have my work cut out for me, with Hercules here, and Sleeping Beauty.Ó She gave my bare bottom a slap. ÒCall this number!Ó Kali ordered. I looked down at the phone book. ÒAuthentic London Dungeons, in Holland!Ó it read. There was a merriness in its tone. Carefully I looked at the number and punched it into the phone on AlexÕs desk.*** We rode in a limo. It travelled fast. We drove at Autobahn speeds. In back we sat quietly together, the three of us, watching a tv screen. There was a game show on, where young female contestants were relieved of their clothing. It was from Italy. Alex wanted to fuck but Kali told him he must wait. ÒYou must learn to conserve your strength sir, not always popping off at every moment,Ó she consoled him. Her hand massaged his lap, his lump. Alex groaned and seemed to want to do something very bad in his pants. I sat with my bare hiney on the leather, my pussy hidden by the crease of my rucked up skirt. Kali, her own dress hiked up in back, sat with her pink panties pressing into the seat. Alex seemed to like this, though we gave him no more favors, saving ourselves for later. Our dresses neatly restored, if only for a moment, we knocked at the given address. It was a modest house, decent and law-abiding by all outward appearances. A woman greeted us, let us in. She had raven black hair and sultry eyes. She was dressed in jeans, torn at the knees. She wore a midriff, too short. Underneath its ragged hem the undersides of her breasts showed, bare and free. They jiggled. I caught sight of her areolaes, the lower part. Just above her nipples indented the fabric. Her hair was swept up, elegantly, in sharp contrast to her informal duds. I guessed sheÕd just slipped them on, to answer our knock. ÒHi!Ó she said. Her voice was bright. She brushed a strand of ebony hair from her eyes. She looked as if sheÕd just come from the gym, was still winded. ÒIÕm Kali,Ó my blonde friend greeted her. Gracefully she handed the woman AlexÕs American Express card. ÒOh yes,Ó the gypsy girl, gypsy woman replied. She seemed almost as young as Kali, now that I could see her more closely. We shuffled inside the house. She closed the front door behind us. She was 22, 23 I guessed. She ran the card quickly, handed it back with a receipt. She was efficient. Business should not interfere too long with pleasure. ÒIÕm Cybil,Ó she added. Only her first name. Kali introduced myself and Alex. ÒI can lock up your valuables for you,Ó Cybil told us. We gave her our important things and she wrote them neatly out on a receipt. Then she opened a small safe sitting in the corner of the room. Inside there were separate drawers. She placed our things in one, together with our receipt. I wished I could check myself inside, knew it was impossible. Only the front door could offer escape now. Cybil had locked it when she shut it. The safe shut with a bang. Cybil twirled the combination lock. She turned to us. Her breasts brimmed underneath her shorn-off tee. I looked apprehensive. ÒYouÕre new?Ó Cybil asked me. She could tell Kali was experienced. They were sisters in crime, the two of them, even though theyÕd never met before. I nodded. ÒDonÕt worry, pain can be a great release,Ó Cybil said to me. ÒShe has the ass for it,Ó Kali smiled. Cybil walked partway behind me, admired my seat. ÒOh, yeah!Ó Cybil said. ÒRound as an apple. IÕd love to polish that!Ó She hooked her thumbs in the worn waistline of her jeans. They were unbelted. I wondered where her belt was, if someone was using it. On someone like me. Cybil tossed her head, clearing her eyes. Her hair was loosely piled. ÒCome, IÕll serve you tea before you get started. It will heat you up,Ó she smiled. We passed down a hall to a sitting room. A fire crackled in one corner, tossing out shadows. There were three chairs, overstuffed, one too few for me. At CybilÕs urging I knelt on the floor, beside Kali. Rice cakes were brought by a maid. Kali took mine and made me nibble it from her palm. ÒShe feeds well,Ó Cybil said of me, observing. Tea was served. The cups were delicate, lavender-colored. ÒThey are from before the war,Ó Cybil said. ÒI use only the finest. DonÕt drop them, handle them carefully. I would have to bill you a lot if you broke one.Ó I didnÕt have to worry. Kali had me sip from her cup. We shared. She held the cup and I drank, savoring the brew. The steam, curling up, tickled my nose. Alex, seated behind my back, bent down and lifted up my skirt. Carefully he tucked its tail under the edge of my corset, to keep it up. My bottom reared, naked and exposed, a big bulb, cloven. It shone whitely in the firelight. I saw a many-thonged whip lying atop the mantelpiece. Its thongs hung down, web-like, the flicking fire arching up behind them. ÒShe will make a delicious pet,Ó Cybil observed, gazing at me, as if I were nothing but a kitty in a store window. ÒYes,Ó Kali murmured, sipping her tea. ÒAre you ready?Ó Cybil asked at length. Kali, Alex nodded. I kept my chin still. My consent was not needed, perhaps not even wanted. Cybil rose and led us down a hall. As we walked, a couple passed us. They looked newly-dressed. Their clothes were slightly rumpled. ÒBye,Ó they said to Cybil. ÒBye,Ó she replied. I passed them red-faced, my bottom bare, not allowed to restore my dress. The man commented to his wife that I had a Òwonderful arse.Ó I thought then that we might be escorted into some kind of Dungeon of Doom, Doom IV perhaps, complete with monsters wielding whips and truncheons. Instead Cybil took us out back, into a leafy yard shaded from the surrounding houses by big maples. Under the canopied spread of the trees I saw you could do most anything you wanted, provided you didnÕt play to loudly. I saw a cloth lying in the close-clipped grass, stepped over it. A gag. Yes, thatÕs what it was. Cybil, following me, bent and picked it up and slipped it quietly into the back pocket of her jeans. Perhaps she expected to use it later. Or maybe she was just picking up. I felt the self-conscious roll of my nude bottom cheeks as she guided us over to three lawn chairs. Again, there was one too few for me. ÒDown, Melody,Ó Cybil commanded. She pointed to a cushion on the grass, beside a chair. Kali plopped into the chair, not bothering to tuck her short skirt under her before sitting down. Her pantied ass rested on the plastic strips of the chairÕs seat. Her panties were so small that they could only keep the lower halves of her cheeks covered; though her skirt, settling in folds over her crotch and rear, kept AlexÕs prying eyes from discerning more. Obediently I knelt on my cushion. I liked obeying, did not know why. Alex seemed discomfited as he dropped into a chair near Kali. His pants bulged more than ever. Cybil sat in a chair right next to his, placing him very favorably between two females, with me at his knees. I was wedged between his chair and KaliÕs, as if I were an afterthought. The sun, though, just now settling into the treetops, lit me with its rays as well as my Ôbetters,Õ illuminating most remarkably my bare bottom. I wished it would hurry up and set, to hide my naughtiness in the oncoming night. Cybil gazed up at the back of her house, as if beckoning our eyes to follow. There were windows, some with curtains drawn, others with their shades or blinds open. Hers was an old house, unique in its characteristics, well-lived in. I imagined all the faces that had peered out of those windows over the years. Even now some of CybilÕs other guests might be looking out, watching us. Did they like my bottom? What would they think of me if Alex put me over his knee and spanked me? Or Kali? I shivered despite the warmth of the sunshine. Birds flitted in the trees, calling, mating. ÒNow Alex,Ó Cybil said, turning her eyes to him, stretched out in the chair beside him. ÒAs a little boy, have you ever wanted to pull your thing out and show it to people? To strangers?Ó Alex cleared his throat. He seemed about to answer when, as if on cue, a maid came out, bringing us lemonade. She was nine, no older. Alex pondered CybilÕs question as the maid served us. She seemed as submissive as I. Quiet as a stealthy nymph she brought three glasses on a tray, none for me. I was forgotten. She did not remark on my presence. She was well-trained. Alex admired her in her short little maidÕs dress. She returned to the house, her bottom cheeks wiggling excessively, deliberately, flipping the tail of her skirt around. ÒHmmm?Ó Cybil asked Alex. Her eyes gazed meaningfully at his tented crotch. ÒWell...Ó Alex began. His hands clutched his chilly glass. I wanted some lemonade, had no glass of my own. I tilted his glass to my lips and sipped from his. The kitchen windows at the back of the house gazed at us. I thought I saw a little head bob in one of them. Was it giggling? ÒDonÕt worry,Ó Kali said, speaking over my head. ÒYou do not need to take your penis out. It would be most improper.Ó Her words seemed to contradict Cybil, to clash with her over control of this handsome male in our midst. ÒIf you do, though,Ó Kali continued, Òyou cannot put it back in. And I assure you that I will have to punish it.Ó ÒThatÕs right,Ó Cybil said, piggybacking onto KaliÕs lewdness. They were shrewd mistresses of this man in our midst; creative, impromptu in their control. ÒAlex, youÕd best keep it tucked in where it belongs. Because once you take your penis out, if you do, we will have to tell you what to do with it. Have you ever been to a little girlÕs tea party, Alex? Well, youÕre at one now, because there are three of us girls and only one of you. None of us have penises, Alex, so please donÕt embarrass us by taking out your thing. And especially donÕt take it out when my maid is serving us. You would be very evil indeed to let a little girl see your big bad penis.Ó Alex harumphed. ÒWho is she, anyway? And what is she doing here?Ó ÒSheÕs my niece,Ó Cybil replied. ÒSheÕs only visiting for a day or two. IÕve told everyone to be on their best behavior. That includes you, Alex.Ó I did not know whether to belive Cybil. A nose pressed itself to the glass of the kitchen window. How long had such a little waif lived here? Alex seemed in turmoil. All his beliefs, all his morals, were on the line now. Had Cybil planned this? Had Kali known? How could she? They had just met. Yet their minds had woven together quickly, torturing Alex, just as Kali had promised him, just as he had asked. Every chance event was brought into play, used to mount his tension up higher. ÒAh, youÕre nothing but cunts, all of you,Ó Alex said, and promptly unzipped himself. ÒAlex! Please donÕt be rude at our little party by showing us your thing!Ó Cybil scolded. AlexÕs underpants bulged through the opening created in his trousers. ÒThere are people watching, Alex,Ó Kali warned. ÒNot just women, but undoubtedly men too. Do you want them comparing themselves with you? Do you want the females looking at your thing and sizing it up against that of their own lover?Ó ÒAlex, I expect you to behave properly at my little bed and breakfast,Ó Cybil chimed in. ÒEspecially with my little niece present. It would be very offensive for you to take out your manhood and show it off in front of everybody.Ó I looked up. I thought I saw a pair of eyes staring from an upstairs window. Two more seemed to join them. The light was still bright outside and I could not be sure... There were many watching perhaps, eyes in each window, if they werenÕt busy. Resting between bouts of love they gazed down upon us, remembering perhaps their own presentation in the yard. Pop! Alex opened his underpants and released himself. Like children, Cybil and Kali emitted short screams. I joined them, relishing a loud ÒEeek!Ó even as I marveled at the spectacle of AlexÕs throbbing cock. ÒGod, thereÕs so much of it! It may take me hours to punish a big piece of meat like that,Ó Kali swooned. I sipped again from AlexÕs glass, raising my eyes to him as I received the lemony fluid on my tongue. It was fresh, newly-squeezed. Cybil took AlexÕs cock twixt her fingers, admired it in the sunlight. She took his lemonade glass and smiled at him. Gently she thrust his big manhood directly into the glass, letting the stinging, cold lemonade wash over it. Alex grimaced, savoring the feeling even as it distressed him. ÒNow drink it,Ó Cybil told me, taking out AlexÕs cock and passing the lemonade glass over to me. I took it, feeling the wetness of the glass in my palms. ÒDrink it all,Ó Cybil commanded. Working my throat, I gulped it down. Alex gazed bemused at his cock. It was wet, dripping. Cybil let it stem freely in the air once more. I passed the empty lemonade glass to her and she set it aside on the grass. The maid returned. Alex stared in horror as she walked out, silent but precociously wriggling, and bent over and picked up the glass. When she stooped down I could see her undies. They were soft, cottony white. I saw the inrolling of her little bottom cheeks, knew Alex did to. ÒWhy do you allow her to be here?Ó Alex asked. ÒShe is properly dressed sir. You are the one who is not,Ó Cybil replied. ÒDonÕt worry, I learned all about penises in elementary school,Ó the maid replied. She presented herself to Alex, as if addressing Santa at Christmas. Alex seemed to stiffen even more at the thought that she might want to sit in his lap. ÒWhatÕs your name?Ó the maid asked. ÒMineÕs Becky.Ó ÒAl-Ó he could not say more. ÒAl Bundy? You sell shoes?Ó Becky giggled. She turned to Cybil. ÒYour shirt looks like a bib,Ó she remarked. ÒYes, dear, to catch sperm spills,Ó Cybil replied. ÒOh, yes. I learned about that too,Ó Becky said, returning her eyes to Alex. ÒPlease donÕt play with yourself, Al, because I learned that when men play with themselves all this yucky white stuff shoots out!Ó ÒDo you ever play with yourself, Becky?Ó Alex asked. His voice trembled a little. It was a forbidden conversation. Janet Reno would not have hesitated to arrest him. ÒA little,Ó Becky said. Inspired, she put a hand between her legs and rubbed herself. ÒEven though IÕm not supposed to.Ó She flashed a glance at Cybil. Our hostess, however, had lifted up her top and was struggling to free herself from it. Her breasts, unprotected now, jiggled softly on her chest. Her nipples were as hard as my own. ÒItÕs alright, dear,Ó Cybil said. She got off her shirt, tossed her mane twice. It was lovely vampire hair, her breasts like Vampirella. ÒWhy did you take off your bib, mommie?Ó Becky asked. ÒSheÕs your daughter?Ó Alex groaned. ÒNo, but I let her call me that,Ó Cybil replied. ÒMy mommieÕs divorced,Ó Becky explained to Alex. Even as she spoke she kept fondling herself. AlexÕs cock stuck up stiffly. Cybil shook her breasts. ÒI just wanted my top off so I could enjoy the last rays of the sun,Ó she said. Her breasts were snow white, they had not been tanned at all, so far as I could see, though the rest of her was lightly tanned. Perhaps she wanted to catch up on the places the sun had missed. It was too late, though, I thought. The sun was shafting through the trees now, its rays distinct sunbeams, glancing off the birds as they passed through them, darting from tree to tree. ÒHow are your new underpants fitting?Ó Cybil asked Becky. She took hold of the girlÕs dress and lifted it up. CybilÕs panties had little flowers printed on them. ÒFine,Ó Cybil answered. She kept her hand within her thighs, enjoying the brush of her fingers against her twat. Becky turned to me. ÒWhy is your bottom bare?Ó she asked. I blushed. I had forgotten my nudity. The caress of the early evening, late afternoon air upon it had become an accustomed luxury. ÒShe doesnÕt have any panties,Ó Cybil explained. ÒWould you let her try yours on?Ó ÒSure,Ó Becky replied frankly. With artless grace she ceased her masturbating and pulled down her undies. ÒNo,Ó Alex groaned. His hands flirted with the stem of his cock. ÒKeep your hands away from that,Ó Kali warned him. ÒItÕs bad enough that you display your rude thing to little girls, right out here where everyone can see you. Please donÕt jerk off in front of us!Ó Alex obeyed. He was given options as much as orders. Would anyone have stopped him if he beat his meat in front of little wide-eyed Becky? She handed me her underpants. I took them. They were small, for junior girlÕs bottoms. I could hardly fit into them, though my hips were still narrow, immature, but with a gentle, swelling grace to them, promising future developments. My bottom stuck out round and full. BeckyÕs was as pert as mine, though little still, the cheeks sweetly swelling, ripe for picking. ÒTry them on,Ó Kali told me. ÒYou must, since she was nice enough to offer them. Becky looked at me expectantly, her hands pressed to her hips. Silently Cybil unzipped the girlÕs raised skirt and drew the garment off her. Becky did not notice, so pleased with herself was she that her new panties were the center of attention. All eyes were upon me as I stood, Kali neatly unzipping my own dress even as I stood. With my heeled shoes I stepped first into one little leghole, then the other. I drew the flower-print panties up my slim calves, over my knees. They stopped halfway up my thighs. ÒOh! They are too small!Ó Becky said sadly. I blushed, my naked dell visible to all who might be watching, my bottom equally naughty. ÒI bet youÕd like them, if you could get them on!Ó Becky assured me. ÒThey are very pretty, donÕt you think?Ó ÒYes,Ó I breathed. ÒMaybe Alex can help,Ó Kali offered. She took me lightly by my hips and turned my bottom to AlexÕs stiff upstanding prong. He seized my hips and drew me back. I felt his pestle come against my rose. ÒGod, you are one hell of a tight cherry!Ó Alex announced. He pulled my butthole deeper into his pronging stiff knob. I felt my O hard-pressed. I did not like the feeling of imminent intrusion. It was harsh, unyielding. I felt like a post was being stuck up against my hole. He yanked me back by my thighs. I gasped. My bottomhole yielded just enough to let his purplish knob butt half-way into it. ÒEeek!Ó Becky screamed. She seemed genuinely concerned for my fate. Her hairless slit slumbered between her carelessly open legs. She showed her puss without knowing it. Cybil put a hand to her bottom and caressed it gently. ÒItÕs alright, darling. These are adult games,Ó Cybil assured little Becky. ÒWould you like to run upstairs and take your bath now?Ó ÒN-Nooo,Ó Becky replied, not taking her eyes off my fate, AlexÕs prong deep-pressing into my wanton hole. Alex reached up. Satisfied for the moment with his achievement, he undid the remaining buttons on my jacket. He pulled it open, showed my breasts. They joggled with unexpected delight into the open air. My nipples were as erect as his cock. Kali slipped off her skirt. She undid her top, freed herself from her bra. Were were getting naked now, no doubt about it. The time for pleasantries and feigned innocence had passed. Cybil, not wanting to be left behind, unzipped her jeans and stood up and shimmied out of them. Becky, still in her flaring maidÕs top, her hips and legs bare, looked like some denizen of a childrenÕs book, dressed only from the neck to her navel. She lifted up her top then, exposing her belly-button. She was eager, excited. I felt a new nudge against my ass. Alex was in to his flange now, his leaking penis tip well within me, lubricating my heinieÕs channel. ÒWhat? What is he doing to her?Ó Becky asked Cybil. Her mouth was open. Her eyes were bright. I wanted to gloss her little nine-year-old lips with my favorite lipstick. ÒHe is sperming her, dear,Ó Cybil replied. She sat down again, bare-bottomed on the lawn chair. She drew Becky closer and palmed her heinie. Stealthily her other hand slipped up BeckyÕs leg to massage her cunt. ÒOh! Please!Ó Becky said. She hunched forward, squeezed her thighs together. Her hands raised her shirt and she toyed with her nipples. They were pretty, nickel-sized. Already they had formed into swelling peaks. The Mayo Clinic would drug her to make her flat chested again. Psychiatrists would interrogate her. The state would put her in an orphanage because she knew too much. Kali pulled her panties down off the outcurved swell of her bottom. She got them down in front just enough to easily slip her hand in. Playing with her cunt, she reached out and brushed mine with her fingertips. Alex pulled harder on my thighs, gripping them. With a gasp I felt his cockhead embed itself in me fully. ÒYou are popped,Ó he said to me. There was mastery, satisfaction in his voice. ÒYes,Ó I breathed. ÒNot until you open her fully, all the way up,Ó Kali corrected him, me. Becky squeaked as Cybil deftly inserted a fingertip into her bottom. ÒDo not flinch, dear,Ó Cybil cooed to Becky. Her words soothed me also. ÒReceive, let yourself enjoy it.Ó ÒItÕs big,Ó I gasped. I felt as if a huge cork had been stuffed in my asshole. I wanted it out. ÒPlease mommie!Ó Becky whined. ÒWill you go take your bath now?Ó Cybil asked. ÒI canÕt,Ó Becky admitted frankly. She was too excited now. ÒAlex will pee on you then, and that will have to be your bath,Ó Cybil replied. ÒEeek!Ó A little girlÕs favorite expression. Becky leapt up, hands at her cheeks. Cybil let her unplug herself from her finger, draw back from her cunt-seeking hand. Becky turned and dashed for the house, her legs flashing, bottom rearing at us as her cheeks bounced with the pounding of her little feet. ÒSuch a sweet thing,Ó Cybil said. She rose from her chair. Naked as a jaybird she walked over to Kali and lifted her up from her chair. As if to enforce some code of politeness for guests, she straightened KaliÕs panties a bit, tugging at the bows that decorated the vee of her crotch. But she did not bother to pull KaliÕs panties back up over her butt. It stuck out bare and inviting. It was a pumpkin waiting to be slipped into with a knife. The girls advanced on Alex. ÒDo you think your pleasure can come so soon?Ó Cybil asked Alex. Kali seemed to agree that this must not be so. Together they grabbed me by my slim arms and yanked me off his prodder. I felt a withdrawn plug, then a pop, then air replacing what had been so enormously full just a second before. My O thankfully shrank back to its normal size. Blushing, I rubbed my bottomcheeks as soon as the girls let me go. Alex stared up at me, wishing his big thing was back inside me, where no doubt he thought it belonged. Kali took hold of AlexÕs cock. He alone was dressed, amongst us. She yanked on his pecker. ÒCome, sir,Ó she admonished, though I knew her not to be commanding what he wanted so badly. He stood, his big form replying to the yank of her small hand upon his dick. Engorged, trembling with desire, Alex stood. His thing stuck out as Cybil and Kali set about making the rest of him as naked as it was. They tore off his clothes, politely, but with firm resolution. Discarded, his clothes hit the grass, perhaps to be trampled upon later by Becky, playing in the yard. ÒWe shall go to a proper dungeon now,Ó Kali whispered into AlexÕs ear. ÒYou must be trained, sir, and your penis whipped, your balls lashed.Ó ÒI-I wish only to fuck now,Ó Alex replied. He seemed dazed. His hunger overpowered him, made him strangely docile. Did he want this? I mused. Guessing, I realized he must be new to sex, or able to get it whenever he wished. Either way, he wanted someone else to take charge this time. He wanted to be relieved of the responsibility. I had no responsibilities. He was the boytoy and I was the pet. Together we would mate in the barn, rut in the stables. We would have nice children who would never disobey and would always vote Republican. ÒLetÕs go!Ó Kali said. She slapped my ass. In my musings IÕd not realized they were moving toward the house. Cybil walked ahead, lockstep with Alex, admiring his cock as he pointed the way to wherever she might go. Kali urged me forward, pushed me. In my high heels I stepped, stumbled across the grass, she following. She gave my ass another playful slap and said I would make a good victim. Unclothed, naked as the day we were born, we entered into the still coolness of the house. Cybil unlocked a door along the hall. She saw to it that we passed into the room beyond. It was dark inside, cold. I shivered. I drew my arms about my chest in the darkness. Only my bottom, so recently warmed by KaliÕs hand, did not at once feel chilly. The door to the room closed. The sound of its closing was loud. It echoed off stone walls. The lights were flicked on. I let out a little scream. We were not alone. Couples gazed out at us, lost in sexual bliss. Males rodded females, who came upon seeing us. Girls crouched in cages, sipping wine from upraised dog dishes, their bodies white, marked here and there with red stripes, evidence of discipline imposed and well-received. Against one wall a girl stood, clad in nothing but a corset, her stockings pulled down, her garters swinging free, identical to me save that my stockings were still up. Behind her a woman, her titties and pussy showing, a strange uniform crisscrossing her figure but hiding nothing, lashed into the girl with a whip. The girl yelped, begged. The woman cared not to hear, laid on more strokes. The girlÕs bottom was lovely, white where she usually wore her swimsuit, tanned where the swimsuit did not cover. SheÕd worn a kind of thong swimsuit, I saw, though not as narrow in back, letting the outside curves of her now-indrawn ass bounce freely under the summer sun. She was paying for letting her ass cheeks hang out like that now: the woman beat her again and again, laying bright bruising strokes upon her tender flesh wherever she struck. Instinctively I reached out, grabbed the nearest hand. It was AlexÕs. My eyes continued to drink in the scene before us. I saw a girl bound to a rape rack, standing but not standing, her knees long since bowed, exhausted. Her cunt was rent open and there was sperm dripping very obviously from it. Her entire body, in fact, was splattered with male reproductive fluid, as if a hundred Indians had mauled and raped her and left her dying in the desert heat. Her boobs, sticking out firmly despite the mistreatment, jiggled softly with her every quiet moan. Her mouth was forced open with a spring-jaw and I saw that she had been fucked deeply in it, sperm smearing her cheeks and matting her hair, drying as it trickled down her lips and neck. She had practically drowned in the stuff! I guessed. And then I saw the Indians, white-men actually, lying in satisfied contentment at her feet. Were they her masters or her slaves? She breathed quietly, seemingly the sole survivor of the orgy, her males all asleep, as exhausted as she. ÒThis is Hell,Ó Cybil announced to us proudly. ÒMy favorite room, where you can always count on something going on. You can even flick off the lights from a hidden switch in the kitchen, and they wonÕt mind a bit. TheyÕre too busy, you see.Ó Groans assailed our ears. Sperm odors and cunt juice mingled on the air. ÒHow-how long have they been here?Ó Kali asked. ÒSome stay for days. Others just a while, though I daresay you can get locked in in a place like this. I let people out once a day, or more often if I wish. ItÕs a great room if you donÕt have much money but want to stay for awhile. In here you could, I suppose, stay forever. Once in a while I have the place hosed down. I just gave them dinner a little while ago. It must have refreshed them, for they are at it again. Sometimes Becky lets people in and out. Only IÕm supposed to know where the key is, but she discovered it.Ó I had not seen her take up the key, guessed sheÕd done it passing through the kitchen, as Kali hurried me toward the house. Perhaps sheÕd made Alex close his eyes so he would not see. She held it now, a big iron ring with one long key dangling from it. A dungeon key, a prison key from an old west movie. Except this was the 20th century and I was as imprisoned as the rest of them now. There was a knock at the door. Cybil turned, unlocked it, lovely in her nakedness, her long mane swaying as she worked the key in the door, thrusting it in, twisting it. She pulled open the door and a man and a woman came in, fully dressed, a naked girl between them. She was blonde, blindfolded, skinny and leggy, but with wonderful big boobs and an ample bottom. ÒYou look dressed for church!Ó Cybil chided the couple. ÒWe tied her up while we made love,Ó the woman replied, caressing the girlÕs fanny. ÒShe watched, listened, but could do nothing. It was lovely seeing her yearning figure in the corner, her nipples stiff, her cunt wanting. Then we showered and dressed. Now itÕs her turn, but sheÕll be lucky to get anything out of my husbandÕs cock. I pumped him dry.Ó The womanÕs eyes glanced at her hubby. ÒUnless, that is, heÕs inspired by whipping a maidenÕs ass.Ó ÒI might be. ItÕs lovely enough,Ó the man replied. ÒItÕs his secretary. From work. I caught them exchanging love notes,Ó the woman replied. ÒItÕs her fault,Ó the man said, nudging the girlÕs ass with his thumb, tracing the furrow there. ÒGo forward and grab your ankles, you cunt!Ó Trembling, blind in her blindfold, the girl stumbled forward a few steps. Her mouth was open, her lips wet, seeking. She wore spiked heels that made her steps unsteady. Then, perhaps sensing she had best obey quickly, the girl bent right over and took hold of legs. ÒLower,Ó the woman admonished. The girl, holding her calves, slid her hands down to her ankles. Her ass, desirable and round, presented itself to us, all white and unblemished. The man drew off his belt and I knew she would not remain unflawed for long. ÒWiden your stance,Ó the woman ordered. The girl hesitantly drew apart her legs, showing us the fig of her cunny. In front her breasts hung down, gourds ripe for milking. Her lovely hair fell forward. It brushed the stone floor. All quiveringly she was then, bare-bottomed, awaiting her fate. I could almost hear her little gulps, anxious, her teats quiveringly heavily. I wanted to run to her, to put my small hand over her bumptious bottom, to protect it from the heavy belt that dangled in her masterÕs hand. Yet my excitement stayed me. I was as eager as the man himself, I think, to see this darling girl brought butt-wriggling to the heights of torment, and of inevitable passion. He would fuck her, I knew, when her bottom was red and her cries howling, indriving he would pierce her, spike her with his tool. Holding her to him he would pump out his spermy essence. Did I wish the same for myself? I felt suddenly as tremulous as this girl, my own breasts moving up, down, up again with my every halting, uncertain breath. In my cunny I felt a new wetness, so exquisite. I felt empty, desperately empty, and wanted to be filled. The man, so near to me, his cock was out, Alex. Out and rearing. Holding AlexÕs hand I turned to him. Our palms were wet with sweat. The room was muggy. ÒOh, Alex, would you do that to me?Ó I saw Kali glance at Cybil. I did not know myself whether I was asking Alex if he would be so evil, or so good to me.Ó Fascinated we watched hand in hand as the deliciously bent over girl stood with hovering bottom, with hanging breasts and fallen mane, before her master. My nipples were erect, my clitty fully budded, my pubic hair stood revealed to wandering eyes. And Alex too, beside me, stood nude as Adam. We were Adam and Eve, come with Virgil to visit Hell, to see the penitents at their work. The belt was drawn back. The girl must have heard its slither, snake-like for her legs stiffened. Her knees grew taut. THWACK! Across her bottom the belt was sweetly laid, a full, juicy stroke, catching both her darling hemispheres, making her cry out at its stinging touch. She bit her lip, she did not cry out as I thought she might. Good girls must be quiet. Mommie must not hear. Sister must not be awakened. Brother must never know (though he be, in fact, lying with his Newton under the bedcovers, reading of such things on iNet even now). Manfully ÒMasterÓ (I knew not what else to call him) drew back his belt. He was a fisherman, reeling in his rod for the next fling. SWAAACK! A harder stroke. Deeply it impressed itself into the girlÕs cheeks. She wiggled, her perturbation increasing now. ÒKeep still, your legs wide!Ó the woman instructed. Her words were toneless, words of impeccable command. They neither chastised nor reproved. They merely expected. She would behave. She would do as she was told. She would receive her punishment, which I knew to be richly UNdeserved. ÒOhhh, it hurts!Ó my heroine, my young companion, fellow-traveler in love whined. ÒOf course it does, darling, as it should. Thou shalt not commit adultery.Ó WHACKCK! A double salute flamed across the girlÕs upturned ass then, cheek juddering. Zeus blinding a slim, full-bottomed Earth with his bolts. ÒWhooo-ooooh!Ó the girl cried out. Her bottom rolled, gyrated. She could not still its motions now. Round and round she ground it, reminding me of little Becky in the yard, wilfully moving her little ass so sexily. ÒTell me that you will never try to have my husband again,Ó the woman called out to the girl. There was silence, despite the girlÕs obvious agony. She coughed, she bit her lip, she sobbed out little sobs. But she did not say should would not tempt the very man who now reproved her. ÒYou may have others,Ó the woman said to the girl. ÒWhy do you think we brought you here? Do you think I want a sex-starved slut inhabiting my husbandÕs office? Do not worry, my dear, I will see that you get your fill of cock, just not my husbandÕs that is all. Is that agreeable to you?Ó ÒNoooo,Ó the girl sighed, sobbed. ÒGive her harder blows,Ó the woman told her husband. ÒShe is utterly wilful. She would destroy our marriage and run off with you and make you her very own. Show me your love by whipping this girlÕs bottom properly!Ó ÒYes,Ó the man agreed. But there was a smile on his face, and his wifeÕs. They were co-conspirators, I thought, playing out an elaborate game. I could see that the man was delighted at the girlÕs faithfulness to him. If anything, her suffering for him was making their bond stronger. He measured out his belt again, weighed it in his palm. Then he drew back and fired in a ghastly blow, making me lift my hand in fright. The belt swung in, fast. It caught the poor girl on the undersides of her quivering hinds. It lifted her up on her toes even as it thundered with a clap across her tenderest portions. ÒAaaaaaa!Ó the girl screamed. Her voice echoed throughout Hell, rousing even the slumbering Indians, staying the hand of the butt-whipping domme in the far distance, her own victim weeping. Up leapt our own pretty girl, dancing on her tip-toes now, forgetting her posture. I clapped my free hand to my cunt and squeezed it, wondering if a ripple in the belt had stung her pouch. Alex grabbed his cock and frigged himself freely, desperately. The girl herself clapped her hands to her ripe bottom. Briskly she rubbed it, trying to ease the sting. Her titties wobbled on her chest, stiff-nippled. Her skinny legs hopped about, knees bending, lovely thighs arching, calves stomping the floor with her pretty spiked feet. I watched her ribs as they indented themselves into her skin. She was lovely as a model, and suffering so sweetly. I did not know I had such thoughts in me. Perhaps it was my surroundings. ÒHell does that to you, dear,Ó Cybil might tell me. I found my cunny moist and fingered myself shamefacedly. Beside me Alex spouted a tribute to the delicious maidenÕs torment. She turned. She made to take off her blindfold but the woman was upon her, bending her over again, facing her away from us once more. I looked at Alex, down at the floor. There, spilt on the stone, was his manhood. A small white puddle, all goopy, lost sons, daughters. ÒAlex!Ó I heard Cybil cry. Kali was upon him. I took my hand from my dell and stared at him. We were peevish. He had spoilt our fun. ÒIt was only the first load,Ó Alex explained. His cock lost its iron firmness as his words came out, softened. His testicles, so balled-up and tight moments before, now sagged, drooped. ÒYou are not here to enjoy yourself, Alex,Ó Kali scolded him. ÒAt least, not until you earn that right.Ó She took him by his cock. Scornfully she pulled at it, bringing a yelp from Alex. Cybil opened the dungeon door for us and we went out, me following, unknowing, stealing a glance over my shoulder, seeing the players in Hell return to their tasks. The girl was bent over again, her sobs open and free now, still resisting, still certain of her heretical love. The girl with the Indian lovers was being raped again, the domme with the gartered beauty was once more at work. Cybil shut the door. I glanced away. I was not to look anymore. I would be like JobÕs wife if I lingered, turned to look again. Cybil would lock me in with them and I would toil the night away, fucked and raped and beaten too, all with love, no doubt, but relentlessly, unceasingly. They would delight in having such a new, innocent virgin in their midst. I would have no protection, no master. I would be alone, naked, my cunny wet, my nipples rigid. Truly it was Hell, entering in bare-skinned, seeing those couples at their unholy work. Worship of the flesh it was, where high-born and low-born mingled like farm animals, peeing, farting, mating and pooping. All together, without regulation, arms and limbs and necks and bottoms all rubbing freely, exploring, seizing, thrusting. And receiving. Most of all, for me, receiving. In all my private places. I would be pillaged by morning, Troy after the sack, my hair disheveled, my makeup trashed, my arms and legs aching, my cunny sore. My nipples would perk painfully, hating their stiffness. My mouth would be filled with drying cum. My bottomhole would bubble like some gurgling hot spring at Yellowstone. My hands would be sleek with caked sperm. Ah, how I shivered, walking away from all that. Cybil treaded softly behind me, seeing my hips sway, knowing my wants, my wretched needs. Here in this amazing place new thoughts came to me, unbidden. Thoughts from girlhood dreams, but more vivid, of hunters on the chase, of little fawns running, of Paul Bunyan stooping down and grabbing me up from my woodland rabbithole. His cock bulged in his trousers. His axe threatened to rend me if I did not obey. I would be his bedmate, or his dinner. It was my decision, yes. Either way I would have to spread. To be stuffed in bed, or in the kitchen, turkey-like, for his evening meal. ÒCome, such fine equipment must not go to waste,Ó Kali teasingly told Alex. He was limp now. I saw his genitals as he passed a hallway mirror. KaliÕs voice was sardonic. Yet I knew her words to be truthful, for in his hardness he was amazing indeed. A cockstand fit for a champion, I thought. He had eaten Wheaties as a boy and they had grown him up tall as the wheatfields of Kansas. Where it counted. The third leg. A leg of lamb, or of cock, my dear. We shall stuff it up your turkey-twat. Instinctively I touched myself. Cybil, behind me, saw my squeezing, noted the pressing juncture of my thighs. ÒDo you have to pee?Ó she asked. ÒA little,Ó I answered. We both knew, though, that it was passion that had impelled my hand. Our eyes met. I thought her pretty then, her full gypsy figure, bosoming into my bosoms, her hips wider than mine, full-formed. I felt a yearning as I had not ever before. A woman? Was I, a female myself, so impressed with a fellow female that I would...? God, love is strange. It was the environment, I know. The big house, the echoing halls. From the outside it looked unimpressive but once within its walls new expanses seemed to appear. Dr. Who in his phone booth, traveling the lanes of love. Yes, I was the Good Doctoress, wasnÕt I? Exploring in the name of science. Kali looked over her shoulder. There was a grin on her face. She squeezed AlexÕs behind reassuringly, impelling him forward. Lost in his loss he did not know of my imminent departure. ÒI had a pet dog once,Ó Cybil began, gazing into my eyes. ÒA little dog. I lived in an apartment then. When it wanted to pee I took it outside for a little walk. The gentlemen admired me. And my little dog too.Ó Did I hear the voice of the Wicked Witch of the West? Was I in Oz now, threatened, or loved? Cybil turned me about. ÒIt frames your ass beautifully, but really, doggies do not need such things,Ó she said of my corset. She unlaced me. I stood quietly. I liked having the corset off. Why wear it, when I was otherwise naked? It seemed unfair. A kind of last remnant of civilization, of morality, in a world, a displaced place, that had freed itself of such cumbersome things. Cybil eased the corset off my figure. I breathed easily. I found new freedom in the sleek hefting of my ribs beneath my breasts, expanding as I breathed. Cybil stroked my mane of blonde hair. Her hands flitted over my bottom. She turned me round. I faced her. My cunny tingling, my breasts thorn-like at their peaks, I let my eyes gaze into hers. They were mysterious, plotting. ÒThe shoes are perfect,Ó she said. ÒBut you need a collar, a leash.Ó I let her fingers play over my hips, trace their outlines. I wanted to explore new frontiers with her. To go where no girl had gone before. We would go to places John Luc Picard never dreamed of. Cybil took me into the kitchen. She opened a drawer. She took out a collar. It was made of rough leather. She buckled it on me. ÒToo tight?Ó she asked. I nodded. She loosened it a notch. I felt the leather against my skin. The inside of it had been softened somehow. It was not uncomfortable. She attached a leash to me from behind. I wore the collar backwards. The leash ran down my back and its tip settled in my bottomcrack. I felt as if I were being silently invaded by it. When I shifted my weight it moved, rustled. ÒSo pretty,Ó Cybil said, admiring me. ÒCome upstairs with me. I must dress. We must take a walk in the park so you can pee. Do you have to poop? Here, have these granola bars. Munch on them while you await me.Ó I looked at the bars. I could not believe her wickedness. ÒYou could not,Ó I breathed. I wanted to obey, to be her friend, but it was so strange, so bizarre. It was the kind of thing you read about on a.s.s., saying to yourself, ÔOh sure, sure this would happen. Sure they would do this. Exon should ban stuff like this, it is so silly.Õ But, perhaps because of the impossibility of it in my mind, the utter nonsensicalness of it, I lifted the granola bar to my lips and bit into it. ÒMmmm, roasted chestnuts,Ó I admitted, smiling at the taste. ÒWith a mild laxative,Ó she replied. They were medicinal bars, but they tasted good. ÒEat your fill, I want you to make a nice poop in the park, in front of all the gentlemen. I have a pooper-scooper, donÕt worry. If youÕre too runny afterward I can give you something to stop you up again. But there shouldnÕt be any problem. ItÕs mostly just wholesome food. Fill up your tummy. I may lock you in the dungeon afterward and mightnÕt get anything more for days.Ó I bit again. I felt like a fish. I was hooked. She had me, my cunny wet and tingling, my nipples poking up at her, my breasts uptilted in their fulsomeness. She watched me eat a moment, then turned, beckoned me to follow. Upstairs we went together. We held hands on the stairsteps and mounted them together. In the distance I heard a man groan and the cracking of a leather whip. Alex. Kali. I knew he was getting punished for spilling his seed. ÒHe deserves it,Ó I said smugly to Cybil. She smiled, said nothing. Despite her arousal, Cybil encumbered herself with clothes. She put on panties first. Then stockings, drawing them tight, hooking them with the garters of a corset she made me tie her into. Then came a hooped skirt, eighteenth-century style. Lastly a bonnet, and a parasol. She repaired her makeup, then mine. ÒCome, dear, we must have your walk now,Ó she said to me. I felt shiveringly vulnerable in my nakedness. At the door she donned gloves. A final touch of civility. Then we left her bedroom behind. Did I envy her her clothes? I did not know. Surely I would soon. It depended on where we went, didnÕt it? Were we leaving the house? Surely we could not! Downstairs we went. Near the front door she stopped. She turned into a small bathroom. She took a towel from the towel bar there. She brought it to me folded over her arm. ÒHere, put this on,Ó she said. I took it from her. It smelled fresh. It was soft. Carefully I wrapped it around myself. It barely fit. I saw how it indented my breasts, leaving them bulging out, just covering the nipples. Below it just stretched far enough to hide my pubis. ÒThey will think we are going to a public bath,Ó Cybil smiled. She took my hand. ÒWhat about Kali?Ó I asked. ÒNo matter,Ó Cybil replied. Alex has his hands full with her. He doesnÕt need another tormentress. He will wish soon he hadnÕt paid for her services, let alone yours.Ó We approached the front door together, hand-holding, girls going to nursery school together. Leaning against the front door I saw it. A pooper-scooper. Who had placed it there? Becky? Did she know of my fate? I blushed deeply, thinking she might. That such a little urchin should know... We stepped outside. It was dark. Somberly the street lights lit the pavement with little pools of light. A police car slipped past, unseeing. We stood on CybilÕs porch, bathed in shadow. A limo pulled up. It was rented, I saw. The driver! He at least would see me! I could not bear the thought. Cybil pressed my hand firmly, drew me forward. I stumbled down the front porch steps. My heels were spiky, showy. They were not good for walking in. Tucking a finger into the top of my towel to keep it up, I walked down the frontyard walkway with Cybil beside me. I dared not glance to the left or the right. My hair hung alongside my eyes, hiding my face a little, disguising me. I thought I heard laughter in the distance, voices. Were people sitting out on their front porch? It was warm out. I prayed they were inside, their voices drifting out through open windows. The limo driver got out, awaited us. He opened the limo door. Cybil made me get in first, followed. I smelled fresh leather, clean, newly polished. I was glad of it. My bare bottom made contact with it. I held the towel to me, clinging to it like some stricken passenger might hold a life preserver on the drowning Titanic. We sped away from CybilÕs house, from Hell. But where were we going? Cybil took out a blindfold from some hidden place in her bodice. ÒYou must not know, dear, it is the rules,Ó she said. Quietly she tied the blindfold over my eyes. I sat still, feeling the soft swathing fabric bind me. I was blind now, a young Oedipus. When she was done Cybil stroked my nearest thigh. Shiveringly I sat beside her, anxious, uncertain. I was a fawn. I had submitted to the huntress. I did not have to be shot. We rode. We arrived. I was taken from the limo. I was brought inside, still blindfolded, unknowing. I heard voices. We walked, me unsteady in my heels, Cybil firmly striding, guiding me. My blindfold was unfurled. I blinked. I was in a backyard garden. My breath caught in my throat. My titties bobbed on my chest in surprise. I saw gentlemen, suavely dressed, women too, some attired like Cybil. ÒWhat a pleasant surprise,Ó a woman said, coming forward. She had red hair. It was piled atop her head. She wore a formal gown, all frilly, sequined. Without any introduction she took my chin, kissed me on my mouth. Her tongue drove into me and stabbed within my mouth. She released me. She drew back. She smiled. ÒMay I walk my doggie?Ó Cybil asked. Her voice was sweet, plaintive. ÒYes, please do,Ó the woman answered. Cybil took me by my leash. She lifted it off my back, out of the slumbering crease of my bottom. ÒDown, doggie,Ó Cybil told me. She brushed my long hair with her hand as she spoke. Feeling awkward, almost wanting to laugh, yet mortified, I knelt onto the ground. It was soft grass, Japanese grass. It would not hurt me. ÒUp with your bottom,Ó Cybil said. She lifted her open-toed shoe, pressed her toes to my belly. I leaned forward and arched my butt up. I did not want to, knew I had to. ÒWiggle it, show it off,Ó Cybil urged. I waggled my butt like a dog, feeling ludicrous, blushing deeply. Right down to my toes. ÒAh, delightful creature,Ó I heard a woman sigh. ÒShe is not house-broken, though,Ó Cybil replied. ÒI must use your yard.Ó ÒGo ahead,Ó the red-haired woman answered. She seemed eager to see my display. I felt my need then, knew I had suppressed it on the ride over. But no. I would not do it. I would not embarrass myself in front of these strangers by doing such horrid things. Peeing? Pooping? It was awful, truly! Cybil toed my bottom. ÒGo,Ó she said. I hoped she meant to move, to crawl, for I pawed my way forward across the grass in response. ÒOh! She IS a doggie!Ó Cybil, evidently surprised, cried out. She followed. I pulled on my leash like an eager puppy. The yard was bright as day. Overhead lamps lit my bottom-rolling four-legged crawl across the grass. I found a bed of flowers. Daffodils. Delicately I sniffed them. I liked their fresh scent. I kneed on. I met a man. He gazed down at me, quite pleased with my demeanor. I wagged my tail at him. I could not help it. I felt a fullness in my bladder, in my nether tube. I realized I had to go pretty badly. Could I hold it? Would they let me prance around a bit and then let me get up, like a dignified young lady, and go use the toilet? As I watched the man unzipped himself. His cock stemmed out. The garden party was sprouting new growth. A dozen penises soon burst forth from flies and stood quavering in the air, fully erect, all deliciously over-sized, long and wiggly, with perfect heads. I lost my head, my manners. I squatted as neatly as I could and let my bottom hang behind my heels. I was grateful for their height, now. They would keep me aloft, above the impending puddle. Looking up at the man, I peed into the grass. ÒAh, not housebroken indeed,Ó a woman said behind me. I shivered. It was the redhead. Lightly she caressed my back. When I was finished I stood. The game was over, wasnÕt it? I was heel deep in a puddle. I could not crawl out of it without splashing myself. ÒCome here,Ó the redhead said. She took my hand. I thought she would lead me to the privacy of a bathroom for my number two. Instead she took me out to the daffodils. She turned me around. There was a whiff of lilacs in the air, from nearby bushes. ÒPlease fertilize my plants,Ó she said. She pushed my head down, a hand under my belly. Like a mechanism she bent me forward. I grabbed my knees. She pushed against my back and I let my hands slide farther down my legs in response. My long hair hung down. It wavered softly in the air. The redhead separated my legs. I adjusted, letting her part me, knowing I could not do otherwise. Cybil appeared beside me, her pooper-scooper in her hand, but I guessed she would not get to use it. My shit was needed, according to the redhead. ÒPoop,Ó the redhead commanded. I felt my titties flinch at that. My bottom quavered. I did not want to. I felt the enema at work, the laced granola bars. Their remains slid down my chute. I drew in my cheeks, trying to stop them. I felt fullness. ÒBear down, child,Ó the redhead said, stroking my hinds with swirling fingertips. In a moment I would be dirty. I gritted my teeth. I flexed my cheeks, feeling a sliding within me. And then, then I knew. Something big was nosing its way out of my hiney. My virgin hole. Nothing had ever gone up it. But this one was big, coming down. Would it prepare me? A plop. I looked between my slim, spread legs. At my heels, just beyond the spikes, a big turd lay upon the daffodils. It would nourish them. I felt another one coming. ÒAh, a perfect stool,Ó the redhead announced. People gathered round me. There was a murmuring. Cocks were fondled. Dresses were upraised and pussies sought. ÒGood, good,Ó the redhead told me. I heard a snip. A branch was passed to her from a nearby tree. It was a birch branch, newly budded. I did not like that. It scared me. I urged my bowels to expel the turds faster. Plop! Plop! Two more. I felt grateful. I thanked myself for eating just the right amount of granolas. Enough to actually go, when needed, here in the garden; not so many as to embarrass myself. I had not planned it. I had prayed. God had answered. Hoping to avoid the birch, I knelt again. I felt a last tardy turd make its way down my passage. I spread my knees on the grass. I forced it out. Then, lickety-split, I headed across the grass. My leash trailed out behind me and dragged along, loosely. I was a loose doggie. Someone would have to catch me. I spied a sprinkler. Yes! God was with me tonight, despite my immense sinfulness. I drew the leash into a coil in front of me. I turned around. I backed into the sprinkler. I felt a rush of terrible excitement as I gasped at the icy sprinkler water spritzing onto my behind. I was douching myself, right here, at the garden party! In front of two dozen people, elegant strangers. I giggled. It was too silly to be true. Yet I was doing it! I wagged my hiney in the cooling chill of the prickling sprinkler. My lovely hair tumbled over my face, still dry, my boobies hanging dry and bare beneath me. Only my bottom was wet. I kept my legs apart, trying to aim the spray just where it was needed. I was fortunate. It was reasonably well-directed. ÒShe is beautiful beyond belief,Ó a woman said of me, coming up. They all gathered around me. A few stole away, in the distance, to undress more fully. They were unable to wait any longer. Could I wait? I gazed up at the gorgeous cocks arrayed over my head. I licked my lips. Instantly I knew it was a mistake, for they all interpreted it as an invitation. The birch was passed forward. The woman took it, the one who had so recently complimented me. She had long blonde hair pinned up in a bun, a few strands hanging down. She was still in her fancy gown, a true Lady welcome at any ball. ÒBad dog!Ó she said. She brought the birch firmly down on my rump. I cried out. I did not want this! I looked up at Cybil pleadingly. My bottom, bitter-stung, bounced behind me. My mouth hung open, agape. My bosoms bounced their nipples above the grass. ÒIt must be so,Ó Cybil said sweetly, courteously. ÒThe price must be paid.Ó ÒBad doggie!Ó the blonde said again. Her hair was whitish-blonde. Her face was delicate. Her tits bulged out above the confines of her low cut gown. Swiftly she brought the birch down again. I yelped. Like a doggie I yelped. My bottom stung all over. I felt as if IÕd backed into a rosebush. Tears brimmed in my eyes. I had backed into a beeÕs nest, thatÕs what! A whole swarm of them! A few extra strands were free now of the blondeÕs pinned-up bun. A nipple popped free of her dress, stiff from her exertions. My eyes met hers. We were two blondes together. Gentlemen prefer blondes, donÕt they? She preferred me with a sore hiney. ÒBad, bad, doggie!Ó the blonde admonished again, giving me a third. I bolted under the blow. I ran, crawling, dashing on my knees across the grass. The people laughed. They made way for me with my swinging tits. My ass churned through the cool night air, red-speckled from the birch. I heard someone shout that I should be greased down and made into a pig. My leash was caught. Alas, the curse of every household pet! The blonde came forward. I cowered. I could not take any more. She smiled at me. There was a communion between us. I realized she might have played this game, months before, last summer perhaps. ÒOne more,Ó she said to me. Her eyes were bright. She reminded me of a blonde on MTV, a game show host. I saw her naughtiness. Her silken hair was tousled. Strands hung freely down around her eyes, her ears. Her nipples had wiggled free of her dress, both of them, though her bosoms were still firmly gripped by the dress farther down. They looked like half-birthed babies. Twins. ÒThatÕs it,Ó the blonde said to me. With awful fright I raised my bottom up for her. My legs shook. I knew this one would be the worst. I could guess it in her eyes. ÒYes,Ó she breathed. She waited, savoring the wicked blow. ÒOh, please get it over with!Ó I begged. My hiney was high, too high, high as the clouds, scorched by the sun, though it had long since set. The yardlights illuminated my distress. My bosoms quavered beneath me, full and round and pendant. I sank forward on my shoulders. I could not bear it, no! But I kept my bottom high. My breasts touched, pressed into the grass. WHACK! Deep-impressing the birch came then. I felt it swoop under me, scooping me up, lifting my hiney high as the moon. ÒAughgghgh!Ó I cried out like a banshee. The buds had bitten me, my poor soft hiney, even my cunt! I wailed out my unbelievable, unending pain. Oscillating, grinding, my cheeks clenching for dear life, desperate, I worked my ass. The people laughed. They did not care. They enjoyed my display. And then I felt it. A dozen pricks spouted right onto my burning bottom. It was like the sprinkler again, except the seed was hot, blazing, like my beet-red ass. Suddenly I pressed my face to the grass and abandoned all my principles. I knew what Cybil meant, suddenly, thrusting my hands back. I found my cunt, fingered it. In between the burning pricks where the birch had struck I found my clit. It was unharmed. The blonde was either a very good aim, or I was very lucky, for I had been fully budded when she struck. Gently I massaged my spot, but with passion, yes, feeling it upon my seeking fingertips, loving it. My bottom ground on, spermed, wet, flaming flames of strawberries and cream. Never would I have done this, never! Upreared, my face and shoulders thrust into the padded grass, I rubbed myself to orgasm. Two dozen eyes watched, four dozen! I could not keep track of my surroundings anymore. Crying out my pain, my pleasure, I worked myself to bliss, again! Again! And yet again, in throes of untold dreams and nightmares on the dewy grass. At last I was finished. I was a mess. There was no question. My bottom burned, my cunt was bitten, my breasts had ground their nipples into the earth. My hair and makeup were beyond repair. Quietly, almost as an afterthought, I peed out a new tribute on the earth. I felt Cybil nudging me with her toe. ÒGet up, darling,Ó she said. I turned my face to her. I had grass stains on my cheeks. She saw me wide-mouthed, my tongue lolling on my lower lip, smiled. ÒYou are virgin yet. I have hardly begun with you,Ó she said. I gulped. I could take no more of this. ÒCome, we must treat your bottom,Ó she said to me. ÒAll play and no rest would make for a very worn out wench indeed.Ó Unsteadily I rose. She bent, lifted me. Amidst my bedraggled hair I surveyed the scene around me now. Couples sprawled upon the grass, or on blankets hastily thrown down, imitating me in my so-recent cries. Men fucked women deeply, women worked their bottoms, elevated their cunts in quick successions. All was as if in Hell, except there were no tortures. Just wild, unceasing fucking. The tribute that the men had paid had not finalized the night. In my wild buckings they had gained new strength, watching me. With cries and grunts echoing in my ears Cybil took my hand, led me away. In the distance I saw the blonde, receiving her due. Ah, yes! The redhead had the birch now, it looked worn down. Valiantly she struck the blonde with it, besmirching her bottom, making her sob, as the blonde herself sucked greedily on a manÕs cock. So she received her due also. Good. I found myself impulsive, suddenly. I broke from Cybil and ran to where the redhead stood. I grabbed the branch from her. And then, seeing how hurt the blonde already was, I could not strike her. No, there were too many red lines already, crisscrossing her, too many little bruises marring those lovely, creamy, shuddering round hinds. I dropped to my knees. Feeling absolutely unimpeded by any remaining morality, I laved my hot tongue over the poor blondeÕs bottom. My own knees pressed into the grass. I lost my footing on my heels and knelt like a bitch in heat, bottom upreared once more. The redhead dove down behind me. Immediately she began giving me the same tongue bath I was treating my blonde tormentress to. And Cybil, somewhere back behind it all, took up the birch and raised the redheadÕs skirts. Uncaring, I heard a howl as that well-used birch rod made a new acquaintance. Above us, the moon raced through the clouds. We were werewolves, members of the werewolf club. We had each in turn howled out to the mistress moon and she had shone down upon us, tut-tutting at us. New wonders seized me. The redhead found my clit with her delicate tongue even as Cybil lashed her. I prayed the redhead would not bite me there. Licking, licking, licking she brought me to orgasm. I could not hold it, I groaned and moaned and bucked. I forgot about my chastised bottom. I lived in a world of bliss, eternal, licking the ass in front of me and being licked in turn in back. Rearing we formed a kind of female daisy chain. I think I peed again, doing it there, on the grass. I think the redhead drank my pee. Later, it became obvious we were finished. The game had been completely played out. Mouths separated slowly from cunts. Final kisses were exchanged, in the most intimate places. I arose. I felt abashed. Teetering on my heels I made for the back door of the house. I had not seen it earlier. I had been blindfolded before. I was in a new landscape. Cybil bobbed up beside me, pulling up her dress, her titties hanging free. I saw others, gathering their clothes. People dressed quickly, hastily now, as if not wanting to be the last to be seen in embarrassing nakedness. I had nothing to wear. Cybil passed me a dress, said the wearer was inside somewhere. I heard a shriek. Someone played still. There was the swift unmistakable crack of leather. But the rest were done. I dropped the dress to the grass and stepped into it. I pulled it up. She was slim, whoever she was, now receiving her torments upstairs. I got it up, Cybil slipped the straps up onto my shoulders. They were spaghetti thin. I heard soft moans, a command. Another, quieter slap of the leather. And then then creaking. A bed on springs. They would be done soon too now, unless the male still had much strength left. Perhaps it was a nightcap. ÔOne for the road,Õ for lovers of discipline. I was not one of them. I had cum, yes, but I was going now. I would go home and go back to the health club and get my ass back in shape. I hoped never to have it Ôshaped upÕ again. I would ship out. I would leave all this behind. They would be dreams, memories. Cybil guided me by my shoulder. We passed a gentleman, a lady. She said goodbye to them. I bowed my head, too embarrassed to say goodbye myself. I was submissive again. I was with Cybil. She would take me home. We went out the front door. Cybil took out the blindfold. I looked at her. She tied it gently over my eyes. I must not see, must I? The police would come. They would ruin it. All must be kept anonymous. Except my bottom. Flaming brightly, it knew what had happened. It would be introduced into evidence. The prosecutor would introduce it to the jury. ÒThis is her ass, let me see, mmmm, it is a virgin ass, isnÕt it? IÕd better check, to verify the authenticity of our evidence. She SAYS she has a virgin ass, but we must be sure.Õ He would jab me. The observer would change the observed. The limo came. We got in. I could not sit in it. Cybil had my lie sprawled over her knees, my bottom up. She raised my dress and squirted cold cream on my sore hinds. I shivered. She rubbed, but lightly, gently. I cried softly then. ÒDonÕt worry, you have a healthy bottom,Ó Cybil assured me. ÒIt will be back to normal in just a few days.Ó She grinned. ÒProvided, that is, you stay out of the dungeon.Ó ÒIÕm already in Hell,Ó I groaned. ÒYour bottom will have a sweet sting to it after awhile,Ó she said. ÒA kind of flush. It will present a blushing brideÕs pair of cheeks to all who see it. You must show it off, show what a good girl youÕve been.Ó I bit my lip. A virgin showing off her cherry, blushing hiney. Yes, what a capital idea. Perfect. If you wanted your bum speared by the passing gentry in the hall. ÒNow dear, do not be at all upset about this,Ó Cybil urged me, squirting cream directly on my still injured cunt. ÒDo not let it dampen your enthusiasm. She was a little rough with you, I admit.Ó Cybil eased her fingers over, into my cleft. ÒBut nothing too terrible. I will see to it that you are better treated in the future. The moon was full, you might say, and she got carried away. But a girl must feel it at least once, donÕt you think? That biting, right where it really makes an impression. I think so, anyway. Then you know you are truly female. It is our lot in life, you know, despite the best efforts of NOW and Hillary Clinton. We must receive if the race is to continue. This is but practise. Wait until you have a babyÕs head bulging out between your cuntlips. Then you will REALLY feel something, I can assure you.Ó ÒHave you ever had a baby?Ó I asked. I was pouty now, sulky. My bottom jerked as Cybil touched my sore spots. ÒNot yet,Ó Cybil sighed. ÒBut I will soon. I want to feel it, you know. I want to feel my belly swell with some manÕs seed. The perfect father, of course. He has to be Mr. Right, not just some boytoy. But when I find him IÕll let him rut in me until IÕm quite well pregnant, I assure you. We will do it every night. And when IÕm pregnant too, to make sure I stay that way.Ó ÒIÕve never given birth,Ó I said moodily. ÒI didnÕt think so, dear,Ó Cybil replied. I felt immature then. I wanted to be older. Yes. And she would certainly make me older, wouldnÕt she, if I let her? Still 15, maybe, but Ôroadtested.Õ ÒModel drives well, men find,Ó the headline would read. ÒItÕs our newest,Ó the proprietress told the press Friday. ÒA fine specimen of American engineering.Ó Lee Iacocca would be pleased. America had triumphed again. Except I might be a little sore, after all that test-driving. Ah, well, kick my tires, why donÕcha. Take her for a spin. Well creamed, I got out of the limo. Cybil urged me forward, back to her house, back to new mysteries. I would go exploring once again, I knew. I loved, dreaded it. Betsy met us as we entered. She had on pajamas, clutched a teddy bear. Her thumb was in her mouth. She seemed to have been roused from a late night movie. A cartoon Bugs Bunny squawked in the next room in Dutch. ÒWhere have you been?Ó she asked. Her eyes met mine. I looked a wreck, I could not hide it. I smelled very feminine, too feminine. I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me. A smack. The back of BetsyÕs drop seat pants were open. Her little bottom stuck out. Cybil spanked her hand across it. ÒOw!Ó Betsy cried. ÒFasten up your seat,Ó Cybil told her. ÒDon wanna,Ó Betsy replied. But she set her teddy down and lifted up the flap, struggled with the buttons. Her teats budded into the front of her tight-stretched pajamas, forming twin tents. I loved her then. I bent, kissed her lips. ÒYou taste funny,Ó Betsy said. She wiped a hand across her mouth. ÒThen donÕt ask where IÕve been,Ó I replied. I stood. I made to leave. Unknown to me, as I turned, the well-slit evening dress I wore billowed out. ÒYou got a spanking!Ó Betsy cried. She glimpsed my streaked ass, the nearest hind. I, of course, was completely without panties, lucky to have the dress. ÒYes, she went to get a spanking, and now sheÕs back,Ó Cybil told Becky. Without even asking me she pulled up my dress in back and let the poor innocent see my flinching, reddened bottom. ÒW-Why?Ó Becky asked. ÒBecause she wanted one,Ó Cybil lied. At least I hoped it was a lie. ÒItÕs what big girls do sometimes. They get spanked, because they want it.Ó ÒOhhh! I donÕt care how big I get, IÕll never want a spanking!Ó Betsy cried. I loved her self-assurance. For her, the world was determined fact. It would remain so until she was twelve. Then, somehow, it would begin to change. ÒWell, youÕd better not stay up past your bedtime, then!Ó Cybil continued, as I stood with indrawn cheeks, wishing I were someplace else. ÒBut Bugs the Bonker only comes on after midnight,Ó Becky replied. Her eyes were wide. In the next room I thought I heard a pig getting porked with a carrot. ÒWhat?Ó Cybil dropped my dress. The lesson on the bare essential meaning of life was over. ÒWhat are you watching in here?Ó Cybil asked. Traipsing into the room with the television, her hair as mussed as mine, her perfume almost as thoroughly natural, she let out a little howl. ÒGood heavens! This is pornography!Ó she cried. I heard a click. Silence followed. A scampering of footsteps. The teddy was gone, picked up again. ÒWho ever told you you could watch such trash?Ó Cybil scolded Betsy. ÒNobody,Ó Betsy replied, wan-eyed. ÒSkkeeeat!Ó Cybil cried, thrusting out her palms. ÒUpstairs with you, or youÕll look just like Melody there!Ó Betsy scurried past me. Her drop seat pants remained half-unbuttoned, her bottom showing. She dashed up the stairs and was gone. ÒShe can be such a little dickens sometimes,Ó Cybil told me. ÒWell,Ó I answered. My eyes were loving, reproving. ÒAh, yes, I guess IÕm not the best example either,Ó Cybil sighed. ÒBut itÕs all natural, with me. She likes playing maid. Who cares if she sees a boyÕs cock, or a manÕs? TheyÕre all born with them, you know. A boy sees his penis from birth. Does that rob him of his childhood? I think not. ItÕs those T.V. shows that bother me, all artificial, lowest-common denominator. And that SimpsonÕs program. Making fun of cartoons that saw people in half and squirt blood all over the place. ThatÕs the problem in the world, Bosnia, Rwanda, Pol Pot, still at large, I might add, and supported now and then with United Nations funds, IÕll bet.Ó ÒWell, my ass is sore,Ó I said, cutting her off. I felt quite in need of a bath. ÒYes, itÕs your bedtime too, isnÕt it?Ó she smiled. She took my hand. Wriggling still with my soreness, I proceeded up the stairs with her. We bathed together, tenderly, and then shared her bed.*** ÒWake up, silly!Ó Cybil said to me the next morning. I opened my eyes. At first I did not know who she was. ÒI licked you to sleep last night, donÕt you remember?Ó Cybil asked. I blushed. I flexed my thighs. ÒOuch!Ó I said. I remembered my bottom. The rest flooded back. ÒItÕs almost noon,Ó Cybil chided. ÒBetsy canÕt keep breakfast warm forever.Ó ÒUm, no thanks,Ó I replied. Breakfast at TiffanyÕs that wasnÕt, I was sure. I rolled back over on my side to go to sleep. ÒIÕd swat your bottom, but-Ó Cybil said to me. ÒDonÕt you dare!Ó I shrieked. ÒIt will be all better soon,Ó she said, lifting the sheet. ÒYou licked it enough last night,Ó I replied. ÒI was trying to heal it,Ó Cybil said primly. She laughed. ÒSleep if you want to. For all I know youÕll wind up in the dungeon by nightfall, and be kept awake in there for days.Ó ÒNo way!Ó I replied. I stuck my thumb in my mouth. I had seen the outer levels of Hell. I did not need to meet Satan himself. For all I knew the place did go down, down all the way, concentric walled circles spiraling in and down. It had been muggy in there, hadnÕt it? Stephen King would be at the bottom. ÔAnd the scariest thing is, my childhood was perfectly normal!Õ he would grin at me. Anne Rice would be his bride. Hades and Persephone. Ray Bradbury would be their chronicler. I Sing the Body, never mind the Electric. ÔWe have fire down here, sir, hotter than rockets. We are well lit, I can assure you.Õ ÒYou have the cutest dimpled bottom,Ó Cybil remarked. ÒNo thanks to you,Ó I replied. ÒGet up, I insist,Ó she said. She threw the sheets off me, leaving me a naked babe, huddling, fetal-like. ÒOh, you are the winner again,Ó I replied, testily. I had to go to the bathroom. She watched me walk into the toilet, my ass waggling. I had to go worse than IÕd let myself believe. I shut the door behind me, to give me a little privacy. It had no lock. Oh, great. Locks on Hell, but no lock here, where you needed it. I vowed if she opened the door I would spit in her face. She did not. She let me have my little moment. When I came back into the bedroom she was there. She sat at a mirror, a summer dress on. She was brushing her hair. ÒDo you have any panties?Ó I asked. I opened a chest of drawers. It seemed a ridiculous question, but I was literally without clothes. Whatever IÕd come in was long gone, I was sure, made into rag dolls by Betsy if nothing else. ÒYou wonÕt be wearing any,Ó Cybil replied. Her voice was casual, self-assured. ÒWhat?!Ó I asked. I lifted a hand to my bosoms, realized I needed more than panties. ÒExcuse me?Ó ÒYou are not going to hide that lovely whipping you got,Ó Cybil replied. ÒA good girl always shows off a good whipping. It wonÕt last long. Enjoy the admiration of your fellow guests while you can.Ó She turned to me. Her eyes met mine. ÒIt certainly hurt enough getting it, didnÕt it?Ó ÒI should say so!Ó I replied. My hands flew to my ass on a sudden impulse and I rubbed it. My titties wiggled. ÒThink of all those silly girls who get their bottoms tattooed,Ó Cybil said. ÒAnd then theyÕre stuck with the thing for life. ÔDebbie loves Robert.Õ You enjoyed more pain, yet in a little while your fanny will be as white and smooth as it ever was. I wish all girls were as bright as you about such things. ÒI didnÕt exactly choose it,Ó I replied, hopefully. ÒWere you ever naughty, just so your daddy would spank you?Ó she asked. Her knees were apart. Indecently, I thought. Spread for someone to enjoy himself between them. I saw she wore panties, though. ÒOnce or twice I might have been,Ó I answered. Why not tell the truth for once, even to myself? ÒIt was fun getting Daddy all steamed up. Knowing heÕd soon tear his attention completely away from my mom, if I kept up my antics. And sure enough...Ó ÒSure enough, youÕd go to bed red-bottomed, and be proud of yourself, wouldnÕt you?Ó she asked. ÒSo itÕs all my fatherÕs fault?Ó I asked. My eyes were wide. My hands massaged my still-aching tushy. ÒEverything is menÕs fault, nowadays,Ó Cybil grinned at me. ÒGet a clue.Ó ÒDinner!!!!!Ó I heard beyond the door. There was a clanging of a bell, childlike. ÒYou wouldnÕt,Ó I said. I gripped my cheeks, despite the pain. I did not want that little rugrat to see my condition again. ÒA little humiliation is good for the soul,Ó Cybil answered. ÒCome, itÕs warm out. You havenÕt need of clothes. Besides, youÕll look sweet at breakfast, eating your cereal with your tits swinging above your bowl.Ó ÒI donÕt want to,Ó I said, but it was no use. Cybil was at my arm, escorting me. I came down the stairs less dress than IÕd ascended them the night before. We went to the kitchen. ÒOh!Ó Becky turned, saw us. She was standing on a chair, mixing something awful-looking in a bowl. ÒAre you going swimming naked?Ó she asked. She wore a swimsuit herself, wet, no top, just the panties. I saw that her nipples were fuller than ever, little mounds. Had someone stolen into her room and sucked on them during the night? ÒYes, she might swim naked later,Ó Cybil answered, all propriety. ÒHere, dear, sit.Ó She went to the breakfast table and pulled out a chair. ÒThere is a cushion for you.Ó I looked down. A plump pillow lay upon the chairseat. Under it the chair was woven fiber. ÒOkay,Ó I said, relenting. In nothing but the heels IÕd slipped to in the bedroom, I sat down. I still had my shoes, at least. ThatÕs all a girl apparently needed around here. At least if she were a new girl, I mused. Cybil sat down across the corner from me. Table-mates, we were, with a little swimsuited, half-naked nine-year-old mermaid as our waitress. ÒIÕd really prefer lunch,Ó I said. ÒI thought you would,Ó Cybil smiled. ÒI think I got cancer from the bacon this morning.Ó ÒI didnÕt burn it THAT badly, mommie,Ó Betsy answered. She seemed crestfallen. ÒOf course you didnÕt dear. Get the sandwiches out of the fridge that the deli man brought.Ó ÒHe was nice,Ó Betsy said. ÒHe rubbed me to make me feel real good inside.Ó ÒOh, God!Ó Cybil said. She dropped her face into her hands. ÒThatÕs the third deli guy this week! Is she too pretty, or what?Ó ÒShe is pretty,Ó I answered, considering. Betsy came to us, her face radiant, her long hair flowing out behind her. I realized suddenly that she was a junior version of myself. Her belly bulged out at me as she carefully laid a sandwich down for me upon the table. She had an innie. I had an innie. I wondered if Cybil had an innie or an outie. ÒThere you go!Ó Betsy cried. She was happy. ÒIÕve got to get the sharks out of the pool now, bye!Ó ÒWait!Ó Cybil called after her. ÒI should see whether the sharks are real or not,Ó she said to me. ÒHmmm?Ó I asked. I picked up my sandwich, bit into it. A club, with bacon (unburnt), lettuce, tomatoes... The deli man made good sandwiches, even if he was a bit forward with the help. ÒThe other day, a man was swimming around just underneath the surface,Ó Cybil sighed. ÒHe had his cock sticking up. Told Betsy he was a shark, and that was his fin.Ó ÒDum dum dum dum dum dum,Ó I smiled. ÒA nice guy, great build,Ó Cybil sighed. ÒShould I just give up, or what?Ó ÒDid you ever even try?Ó I asked. ÒI canÕt help it,Ó she said. ÒI make great money doing this. Sure, last night was just us, no charging anybody, but I thought you needed it. Or I just got carried away. Sometimes its fun not to charge.Ó ÒI think Betsy knows how to keep the men in line,Ó I mused. I remembered my own childhood. Nine-years-old, dashing around the neighborhood. Not always with the purest of intentions, either. Spin the bottle was popular that year. And that pointing bottle neck, well, it made a girl think of other things. Things that also pointed, but were made of fleshier stuff. ÒAs long as she doesnÕt try to ride the sharkÕs fin, right?Ó Cybil asked me. ÒRight,Ó I replied. I moved uncomfortably on my pillow. ÒEspecially with her bottom.Ó ÒWell, dear, youÕre older,Ó Cybil smiled wickedly. She had mischief in her eyes. We heard a scream from the pool. I judged it, guessed it playful. Cybil, inured already to such cries, ignored it. Nine-year-olds were happiest when they were screaming, and they loved doing it, I remembered. ÒDo you think you might like to ride a sharkÕs fin?Ó ÒUmmm,Ó I answered. I honestly did not know what to say. I munched quietly on my sandwich.Ó ÒAll girls must eventually, you know,Ó Cybil said. I knew she would just love to see me bent over, grunting, goggle-eyed, a man thrusting himself up me, breaking forever into my virginity. After all, she wasnÕt virgin anymore, was she? She had made the passage. ÒTime enough for love,Ó I replied. ÒWhoÕs talking about love?Ó she said in a low whisper. ÒOh, I canÕt stand you!Ó I cried. I jumped up. My chair fell back. My pillow fell off the upturned seat. ÒIt would be best to do it while your bottomÕs still warm,Ó Cybil cooed to me. I turned. I stomped out of the room. My titties bounced on my chest as I walked. I was aware of their lewdness. My bottom rolled, felt wanton, brazen. I went into the parlor. There was a big beanbag chair in the middle, for Becky to play in. I flopped down into it. Inevitably my legs opened wide. I did not bother to close them. My cunt, my thatch showed. My breasts lolled heavily on my chest. Adipose tissue. Wobbling, quivering. The nipples stiff. I felt a sense of abandon. My long hair streamed down alongside my face. My lips were parted. ÒWell, the very picture of ladyhood,Ó Cybil said. She sauntered up to me, following me. ÒShall I get you a cucumber, miss?Ó ÒNo,Ó I replied, sulky. ÒAnswer the door for me if it rings,Ó she said. ÒCan you do that, at least? I have to go downtown.Ó ÒWho watches for you when IÕm not here?Ó ÒWhy, some other girl, of course. But today youÕre around, so you can do it, hmmm?Ó ÒOh, alright,Ó I answered. ÒTry to look presentable if its somebody on business,Ó Cybil told me. I laughed. ÒDonÕt they want to see something like this?Ó I pressed my knees farther apart. I arched my pussy at her. ÒDonÕt be crass, dear,Ó she answered. ÒSomeone on regular business. You know, like the deli man.Ó ÒOh, of course. IÕd be too old for him,Ó I said. ÒNot that, I mean, well, you KNOW what I mean, donÕt you? Someone who has to check the water meter, or whatever. Or deliver something.Ó ÒCucumbers?Ó I asked. I still lay with my legs indescribably wide. ÒYou are too naughty,Ó she replied. There was a smile on her lips. She turned and left then. SheÕd had enough of me, for now. I dozed. I heard her go out a little later. I did not hear much. An occasional scream from the pool, giddy. Perhaps Becky had found another shark to scare her. I guessed the dungeon was locked. Well, they would have to wait for Cybil. I wasnÕt going to check up on them, whoever was in there, that was for sure. I listened and heard creaking sounds upstairs. Somebody was doing it. Somebody was always doing it here. Did I want to join them? No... I might quickly wind up with the creaking being made by me, with somebody I didnÕt fancy. And where was Alex? I felt like leaping up then, but a lethargy had possessed me. I was still sleepy from last nightÕs late night party. I drew my arms around my ribs. I felt their smallness, the flesh drawn smooth-tight over them. The undersides of my boobies rested with weighty significance on my indrawn arms. My period was still two weeks away. Lucky me. I still had plenty of time to play. I was like Becky. I didnÕt need anything. No clothes, just a snack now and then. I could dance around out back by the pool, if I wished. And then I felt a quiet, gentle yearning. I wasnÕt quite like Becky, was I? No, not quite. I needed cucumbers. There was a ringing sound. The doorbell! I jumped up. I realized I was naked. Quite naked, in fact, unless you counted shoes. I glanced about. I ran into the hall. I spied folded laundry in the T.V. room. I rushed in. The T.V. was off. It wasnÕt time for Bugs Bonker yet. Atop the pile there was a little undershirt. It was tiny, sleeveless. I struggled into it. The neck was scooped out, with only frilly delicate straps going over my shoulders. The tight shirt hugged my breasts. I looked down and saw the shirt was too short to cover my navel. Oh well, it would have to do. CybilÕs customers paid well. I didnÕt want her to lose the account. She might have to cut back on cucumbers. Titties bulging, my flaring hips as bare as my twat and my bottom, I strode with all the elegance I could manage to the front door. I must admit I felt a certain wickedness doing it. Wait till I turned around! They would find out what went on here, that was for sure, when they saw my ass. With delicate fingertips I unbolted the door, edged it open. I peeked out. A drop-dead hunk waited there, with two women. One looked wifely, the other submissive. ÒMay I help you?Ó I asked. I brushed a strand of hair from my eyes. ÒWe have come....Ó ÒTo...Ó I paused. ÒCum?Ó I licked my lips. I wanted to tempt him. ÒYes,Ó he replied, smiling. I beckoned and eased back the door. They stepped within. The girl looked startled at my nakedness. The man merely smiled, as if he had guessed such a treat might await him here. The woman seemed unmoved. ÒYou have to sign in first,Ó I said, trying to act as best I could like the proprietress. ÒAnd, um, there is a charge card thingy around here someplace.Ó Trying to keep my hair back from my eyes I glanced around the room, looked into drawers. ÒOh, yes! Here it is,Ó I said. I found a big American Express charge plate in one of the drawers. I got it out. The woman handed me a card. I looked at it. She was paying. Too bad. The dreamboat was obviously going to be kept busy tonight. I felt a little freer though, knowing I could tease without consequences. I looked at him. ÒYes, this will do. Is the lady paying, sir?Ó he gulped. The woman looked a bit peeved. ÒJust run the damn thing,Ó she said. I saw the girl was wiggling, as if unsure should remain. The man gripped her arm firmly. The woman stood opposite, her hand firmly pressed into the small of the girlÕs back. She wasnÕt going anywhere without them, I could see. In fact, I guessed she was going straight to bed. Or someplace worse... I couldnÕt get the charge plate to move. ÒAllow me,Ó the man said. He let go of the girl. She quietened a bit, then. I saw she was just being wilful. She did not try to run away. The man pushed the plate over the card and then gave it back to the lady. I had her sign the slip. ÒThis way, please,Ó I said, turning. We walked down a hall. I let them admire my rolling derriere, so newly scored with lines, fading now a bit, but still quite visible. The girl seemed to watch my rear cleavage with a kind of morbid fascination. I showed them the yard in back, pointed out the pool. ÒJust a room, please,Ó the woman said, as if certain that I was just trying to tempt her man, steal him away. I led them up the back stairs. My bottom moved its big, fleshy round cheeks as I mounted each step. I savored my whipmarks now, how they shocked, aroused. I moved with a kind of sweet slowness. I savored each mooning step of the stairs. My cunny felt moist. Down a second hall we went. I opened a bedroom door at random, found it was empty. Someone had made it up for the next guest. Well, here they were. ÒWill this do?Ó I asked, turning. The man entered, the girl, the woman. ÒAnything with a bed,Ó the woman replied. ÒAnd amenities...Ó ÒAll in the armoire,Ó I replied. Which was true. Condoms, towels, washcloths, whips. ÒVery well,Ó she said. She saw the room key on the dresser and picked it up herself. ÒIs there room service?Ó ÒIÕm the room service,Ó I replied, with a meaningful glance at the man. He gazed back at me with his dark eyes. He was tall, broad-shouldered. ÒWe may order some later,Ó the woman said. ÒThank you.Ó Her eyes bade me to leave. I turned, wanting to stay. I flounced out. He at least would see what he was missing. Quickly the woman closed the door behind me when IÕd made my exit. Dolefully I walked back down the hall. I thought of checking in on Alex, Kali, but I didnÕt know which room they had. Feeling a bit empty somehow, I walked bare-legged back down the stairs. I decided to keep the shirt on. I returned to the parlor and flopped down again in the beanbag chair. I closed my eyes. In a minute I was asleep, not knowing, still exhausted from the day before. I would wait for the deli man.*** Several days passed. I played at giving room service. I got to serve the dreamboat and his ladies breakfast. They let me get in bed with them. I sucked the man. He had awakened with a big tent pole. I helped him keep it nice and stiff. The woman wanted to whip me. I left before she could. I found Kali and Alex. He was tied up, his cock and balls held by a little pouch and teased with a soft leather teasewhip. She danced the tails over his awesome genitals. He begged her for release. I didnÕt dare try blowing him. He would have cum instantly. I left them to their games. I did not wish to see a male so abject, so desperate. I served others also. I brought what they asked, stayed a bit sometimes, but never quite allowed myself to fuck. Just a kiss here, a quick blow, something fun and easy. I wanted to screw, I guess, but couldnÕt allow myself to. I was scared, maybe. I was only 15. I was Betsy with breasts. My marks went away. I had a flawless ass again. I played with Becky in the pool. And thatÕs where I met my next mistress. Funny, isnÕt it? I always shrank away from engaging a man directly. I mean, I might give him a little suck, but then IÕd flit away. It was as if I needed a firm hand to guide me. It could be a manÕs hand, I guess, but the men were always so nice, so concerned for my age, perhaps. They didnÕt want to rob me of my so-called innocence. My so-called innocent life. But a woman wouldnÕt hesitate to. There is always a little jealousy between women. If she is roadtested, her thinking goes, why arenÕt I? At first, when youÕre just a little girl, they persist in keeping you innocent. Then you get older, you grow breasts, your bottom fills out, your long legs stand in sharper contrast to your other assets. And suddenly the other, older women of the world say to themselves, I think, ÒOkay, cunt. You want to compete with me? Alright. We shall both be sexy, then. I will let you into the world of adults. In fact, IÕll help you, so you arenÕt just Ôlegging around,Õ showing off to any man you please. And they bring you into society. They make you a debutante. They hold proms for you, coming out balls. And then youÕre in their world. Their hope, I guess, is to marry you off to someone, to get you to join Concerned Women for America. Yes, it neutralizes you. You start to worry about whether Tide or Wisk gets your clothes whiter. Should I use liquid detergent, or powdered? I lay face down on a chaise lounge, my chin in my hands, my legs bent up, kicking lazily at the sky. I was reading Cosmopolitan. Something about 101 ways to Bed a Man. I had on a little pair of bikini panties. My bra was lying on the cement. She sat down beside me. I ignored her a moment, then looked up. She had raven-black hair, like Cybil. Gypsie eyes. She looked about 30, looked as if she could read my palm and tell me my fortune. Her bust was impressive. I imagined her at my age, wowing the men with her overgrown breasts as she walked off to school. She was dressed in chic business attire. A small coat, upturned collar. Her blouse had to struggle to contain her bosoms. It was tight, perhaps purposely a size too small. She wore pants that tucked into knee-high leather boots. Running a hand through her deliciously curly hair she said, ÒHi, IÕm Laurie.Ó ÒHi,Ó I replied. There was almost a lisp in my voice, submissive. I felt naked before this woman. Well, I was naked, almost, but, I mean... I could not express it. Her eyes burned into me. I knew she had cucumbers somewhere, lots of them, attached to dreamboat men. ÒIÕm Melody,Ó I answered. For a moment neither of us said anything. We just gazed. My eyes drifted to her bosoms. You could hardly ignore them, so the were so fascinatingly big. Her own eyes absorbed the sweet hanging of my tits. She watched as my nipples stiffened. Cybil appeared. ÒHi!Ó she said brightly. ÒMelody, this is Laurie.Ó ÒWeÕve already introduced,Ó Laurie replied. I nodded, smiled. I wiggled my tushy. My panties barely contained the cheeks. ÒSheÕs a world famous dominatrix, IÕll have you know,Ó Cybil told me. ÒSo donÕt cross her, okay?Ó She smiled. I shivered, nodded. ÒShe hasnÕt told me to do anything yet,Ó I replied. My face blushed. I looked guilty. ÒWould you like me to?Ó she asked. ÒWould you like to?Ó I answered. ÒItÕs not nice to answer a question with a question,Ó she said. ÒLaurie runs a big fashion magazine in Paris,Ó Cybil chimed in. ÒA French version of GQ.Ó ÒThat sounds cool,Ó I replied. ÒPut your shoes on,Ó Laurie said. ÒShe keeps her men in line, I can assure you,Ó Cybil said, winking at Laurie. ÒAnd how are things here? Do you have any discipline problems?Ó Laurie asked Cybil. She turned from me. I sat up. I dropped my feet to the pavement. I slipped them into my heels. My mules were my sole companions. Nothing else belonged to me, except my body. Did I wish to lose that too? I flicked the waistband of my panties open, let it snap shut against my skin. This was a loaned bikini. From Cybil. Other than that I had just my shoes. I bent and wrapped the little ankle straps around my ankles, buckled them closed. My breasts swung as I worked. I sat up. My breasts bounced like jello on my chest, subsided. Laurie turned to me. She stood. ÒI need you,Ó she said, and reached out her hand, took mine. In her eyes I saw magazine covers, layouts, cameramen with cameras and me posing for them, a GQ guy on my arm. I stepped forward. I bent to get my bra from the walk. ÒNever mind that,Ó she said. She pulled me. I turned to Cybil, hapless. She smiled. ÒHave fun!Ó she urged. Tits bouncing, leggy and awkward, I let Laurie lead me across the well-clipped lawn. ÒDo you need me for a model?Ó I asked. ÒOf course, dear,Ó she said, half turning, smug. ÒBut not nude modeling. So we can play, too.Ó I wondered at her words. So we can play... Did she mean? We reached the house. She took me inside, down the hall, around a corner. We exited through the front door. Down the front walk we went, me all naked, save for my swim panties. I put my arm up, tried to hide my jostling tits. A limo waited out front. Had it been there since sheÕd arrived? The engine was running. We got in. Laurie poured me a drink in the back seat of the limo. I sat on the leather bench beside her, comfortable in my new surroundings, but curious, tentative. She was clothed, I was bare-legged, topless. My hair was flowing and free, hers was precisely curled, permed. We did not drive far. We got out. She took me up a walk into her house. Again I had to raise my arm to keep from showing my boobs to passersby, neighbors. I clutched at my breasts with my hand, did a poor job of hiding them. I saw no one, but there could be eyes, watching. From windows, perhaps. We went inside and I saw that my attempts at modesty had been futile. There was a party in progress. Guests turned, stared at me, turned away. It was not a pool party. Everyone was in formalwear, though it was quite fashionable, trendy. Laurie guided me through the guests, wordlessly. They seemed not overly concerned with my appearance, my plight, only looked to admire my nudity. She took me to a room just beyond the festivities. It was small. I gasped when I saw it. It looked like a cell. The floor was tiled, some tiles were cracked. The walls were bare. In a corner stood an old-fashioned toilet, the tank overhead, a chain hanging down. A roll of perfumed toilet paper, however, waited. At least that was a luxury. There was a small sink beside the commode, a mirror for a girl to fix her makeup in. And then there was a bed. It was just a cot, actually, like a prisoner might sleep on. It had an iron frame. There was just a sheet covering the mattress. There was no second sheet, no blanket. A pillow waited at one end. And tied to each of the four iron posts of the bed was a black cloth strip, knotted loosely, needing only an arm and a tug on the cloth to be fully secure. Scariest of all, there was a stout pegboard on the wall. From it hung a variety of whips, straps, and paddles. I nearly fainted. Laurie pushed me into the room, closed the door behind us. ÒSit on the bed,Ó she told me. I turned, abashed, afraid. I sat my bottom neatly on the edge of the mattress. Quickly she undressed, taking off everything except her boots. Then she put her jacket back on, left it open. Her bosoms thrust out from between its halves, impressive as ever, their cherry tips hard and wobbly, the nipples as big as dollar coins. I watched her, feeling like a hunted fawn. She had found me. She had brought me to her lair. Nude and beautiful, if utterly deadly, she drew a small phone from her coat pocket. She unfolded it. She punched a button, spoke. ÒThere is no cane,Ó she said. ÒBring me my cane.Ó A moment later the door opened. A middle-aged woman came in. Not a partier, but a kind of washer-woman. She had big arms, wet, looked as if she had just come from scrubbing floors. I looked down at the tiled floor. It was sparkling clean, polished, despite its age. Perhaps she had scrubbed it this morning. ÒHereÕs your cane, maÕam,Ó the washer-woman said, handing it to Laurie. ÒI had to give Tommy what for this morning. Sorry I forgot to return it. He was in the apple orchard again, picking them apples. I got him right across his arse -- oh, my what have we here? Oh, youÕre going to get it! I see youÕre stripped down for action, maÕam, yes indeed. Has she been naughty, then?Ó the washer-woman spoke in a kind of lilting cockney, never quite finishing a sentence or pausing before she ambled right on to the next. ÒThank you, Hilda. SheÕs one of my new models. I just discovered her. IÕm going to give her a few pointers, thatÕs all,Ó Laurie said. She eased the old washer-woman back out and shut the door behind her. She turned to me. ÒDo you remember when you answered my question with a question?Ó she asked. ÒYes,Ó I gulped. I wanted to run, to hide. I wanted to shrink into my panties, but they were too small. ÒThatÕs one of the things you mustnÕt do when you work for me,Ó she said. She flexed her cane. ÒStand up, please.Ó Her voice was kind, courteous. I stood. I was all trembly, like a newborn calf. She saw my anxiousness. ÒTurn around,Ó she ordered. Still her voice was soft, gentle. I turned my back to her, knew where her eyes went when I did. ÒYes, take them right down, get them right off,Ó she said to me, knowingly. I hooked my thumbs reluctantly in the waistband of my panties. ÒMy heels too?Ó I asked. ÒNo, of course not, dear. The panties, that is all. Pull them down. I wonÕt do it for you.Ó I hesitated. Oh, why was I even here? Why was I even in Amsterdam? This was so silly, so crazy... ÒThe longer you wait the harder it will be,Ó she warned me. I tugged on my panties remorsefully, drew them down, felt my bottomcheeks spring out, into the air. It felt cool, caressing. ÒAll the way down,Ó she said. Anxiously I stooped lower, pulled the panties down my thighs, over my small round knees, down my calves. I let go of them at my ankles. They hung there, forlorn. ÒTake hold of yourself,Ó she said. I grabbed my ankles. I felt my breasts swinging gently beneath my chest, saw the nipples wiggling, the plump gourds hanging like ripe apples. ÒStraighten your legs,Ó she said. ÒPosture is important. Surely you know that, as a young lady, donÕt you?Ó I raised my bottom higher, felt my knees lock. I strained to keep hold of my far-distant ankles. ÒNow we shall conduct the job interview,Ó Laurie said matter-of-factly. ÒWhat is your name?Ó ÒMelody,Ó I answered. WHICK! The cane sliced into my bottom, catching me just below the tender inward curving of my cheeks. ÒOW!Ó I cried. My hinds wobbled, my tits bounced. ÒThatÕs just your first name,Ó Laurie told me. ÒI need your full name, please.Ó She flexed her cane, as if in readiness for the omission of my middle name. ÒMelody Emily Carr,Ó I said. I felt a tear in the corner of my right eye. ÒAnd your age, Melody?Ó Ò15,Ó I answered. WHICK! Another wicked cut. ÒYeow!Ó I cried. My nipples danced, my bottom bucked and reared. I had trouble holding on to my ankles. Ò15, maÕam, is how you should answer, Melody,Ó Laurie told me. I sniffled. Ò15, maÕam,Ó I choked out. ÒDonÕt worry, youÕll learn it all. YouÕve quite an incentive, donÕt you think?Ó she asked. ÒYes, maÕam,Ó I answered. ÒSee? YouÕre learning already. Did I have to remind you that time?Ó ÒNo, maÕam,Ó I answered. ÒWould you like to pull your panties up, Melody?Ó she asked. ÒYes!Ó I cried. SNICKCK! A double-salute! I almost bounded right up then, losing my grip entirely on my ankles. ÒOh, Boo! Hoo!Ó I sobbed out. I did not like this whipping, not at all, though the thought of being a GQ model girl had me tingling in inappropriate places. ÒYes, maÕam,Ó Laurie reminded me. ÒYes, maÕam,Ó I said, and reached for my panties. WHACK! ÒNot yet!Ó she told me. ÒI merely asked.Ó ÒOh! I canÕt stand this!Ó I cried. ÒYou are the chosen,Ó she said. ÒLook how sparkling clean this room is! Do you think youÕd ever be made to scrub it down, except for the pleasure of some gentleman? Of course not! Only for erotic reasons would I ever give you a scrub brush and bucket, or anyone else, for that matter. Look how slim and lovely you are! Surely a few disciplinary strokes of the cane are not too much to ask. Afterward we shall dine together, you and I, at a fine restaurant somewhere. And I will introduce you to my male models. But first I must establish who is boss. IÕll have no Beckys here. You are too old to act like that, though youÕd try to get away with it if you could. ÒOh, please hurry!Ó I said. Whatever she needed to do, I wanted her to get it over with. ÒAh, sweet dear, wait for it,Ó she said. ÒThere is no rush. You are young, I am young. Show me how you can take it, be patient. Ask for the next stroke.Ó ÒPlease, then -- but not too hard!Ó I still wanted her to hurry up. WHACK! ÒOoooch!Ó I danced about. I weaved, waved my hips. I lurched. I almost fell on the bed. My boobies bounced like they were spring-loaded, under the blow. ÒSee? You keep your posture well. You are more well-behaved than you think, precious. I like that in a girl. Tell me what kind of modeling youÕd like to do.Ó Laurie whisked her cane through the air, testing it, keeping me on edge. ÒUh,Ó I gulped. ÒNot bare-bottomed modeling, thatÕs for sure,Ó I answered. WHACK! Again the awful cane. I jumped up this time, I could not bear it. My hands flew to my ass and I rubbed it. ÒMy, my, if youÕve had enough, why didnÕt you just say so?Ó Laurie asked me. ÒI-I Oh, you wicked woman!Ó I cried. My bottom was seared. It was not its flawless white anymore. ÒGet your panties up, we shall go to lunch,Ó she said then. ÒWhat about you?Ó I asked. ÒAh, I am not dressed. I had forgotten,Ó she smiled. ÒDo you have to pee? I have to,Ó she said. She walked to the toilet, sat down gracefully. I watched her bosoms jostle one another as she settled onto the ceramic seat. ÒI have to go too,Ó I said, walking towards her, pulling my panties up. ÒThen youÕll just have to take these down again,Ó she smiled, putting a hand out, catching my half-raised panties by the crotch. My bottom wiggled excessively from my caning. I heard her piss into the toilet. She pushed my panties down my calves again. I did not know what to say. I felt we might not make lunch, after all. I heard her pee stop. ÒSit it my lap and weÕll do it together,Ó she husked. I straddled her. Still wriggling from the searing strokes across my ass, I got down on her open thighs, rested my bottom between them, facing her. She took my hair, drew me forward. We kissed. ÒPiss now!Ó she breathed. Together we released our streams into the bowl. We wiped each other. It was a moment of sharing, helpfulness. It felt unique. She eased me off her legs and we both stood up. The door opened again. It was the washerwoman. She had a little rack of clothes. Just filmy panties, sheer nothing nighties, an insubstantial bra or two. ÒIÕm sorry, maÕam. I forgot to return the clothing,Ó she said. ÒIÕm lucky wasnÕt a man with her in here. He might have wanted her to dress up for him.Ó ÒJust put the clothes against the wall,Ó Laurie said dismissively. She had me by the arm. My panties ringed my ankles, impeding me. We drifted even now toward the roomÕs far end, toward the bed. ÒAh, now she has a nice dell, doesnÕt she?Ó the washer-woman said. Her eyes admired my pussy greedily. ÒWill you be needing a hand-towel, maÕam? I see there isnÕt any in here.Ó ÒNo, not right now,Ó Laurie answered. ÒJust privacy, please.Ó ÒYes, maÕam,Ó the washer-woman replied. Giving me a knowing wink she turned, trundled out, shut the door. ÒGet out of those panties and kneel up on the bed,Ó Laurie instructed me. ÒOh, not another spanking!Ó I pleaded. I knew there were still quite a few implements hanging on the wall, all of them as yet untried. ÒJust do as I say, or I will spank you indeed,Ó Laurie answered. I bent, sniffled, untangled my panties from the spikes of my heels and tossed them towards the door. ÒDo you want someone to trip over them when they come in again?Ó Laurie asked me, seeing where IÕd thrown my undies. ÒI wouldnÕt mind,Ó I replied. I hated that washer-woman. So ridiculous. Big and fat and admiring me like I was some thoughtless object. ÒGet on the bed,Ó Laurie told me. ÒFace on your pillow, bottom high, kneeling.Ó I dropped my knees onto the cot and kneed my way forward on it. I bent my head, my back down, pressed my cheek to my pillow. It smelled fresh. Laurie admired my rearing ass. Clean, neat strokes of the cane made searing red lines across it, keeping me perpetually jiggling it even as I waited for her next move. ÒDo you know what drew me to come see you this morning, to meet you?Ó Laurie asked me. ÒNo,Ó I breathed into my pillow. ÒBecause I hear youÕre an anal virgin,Ó she answered. Her words were frank, scary. ÒI-I-Ó I wanted to deny it. She took a vial of oil from one of her coat pockets. She uncorked it. She sprinkled some on her finger. ÒNoooo,Ó I gasped. Yet I did not flinch, save for the gentle weaving undulations of my ass. ÒYesssss,Ó she replied. She drew close to me, bent, her bosoms full, nipples stiff. She parted my cheeks with a thumb and forefinger, found them tight, springy, clenching. She put a finger to my rosette. ÒDo not tighten yourself, Melody,Ó she urged. I tried to relax. I knew I had come for this. I knew, yet I did not know. She pushed her finger within my sphincter. I stiffened, jerked. She prodded me. I blubbered into my pillow. She burrowed deeper still. ÒHave you ever had anyone up this far?Ó she asked. Her voice was casual, polite. We were at a garden party. ÒNot-not,Ó I gasped. ÒWell, now you have,Ó she replied. She thrust in more, I felt my cheeks flex reflexively wide, then tighten again. ÒTry to relax,Ó she said. I felt my breath huff and puff up from my throat, past my teeth. She drew back a little. ÒIn and out, in and out now, just like a penis,Ó she said. I felt her surge back and forth, croaked. It was an utterly new sensation. I was sure I didnÕt like it. ÒYou will have a penis in here soon, I can assure you,Ó she said. ÒYesssss,Ó I breathed, gasped. Did I want that? I did not know what I wanted. My panties were on the floor on the other side of the room. ÒIn and out, in and out,Ó she said. I felt slimness. I wanted something bigger, fuller, deep down inside me there. ÒNow, letÕs take this little finger of mine out and see what else we can teach you with,Ó Laurie said. I heard a pop. Her finger was withdrawn. She went to the sink and washed it. She drew and linen handkerchief from her coat pocket and wiped her fingers. I remained quivering on the bed. I was afraid to move, like a patient after surgery. Laurie reached into her coat. It looked to me like she was reaching for a gun, except she pulled out something worse. A dildo. Fine and big and looking like it had been carved from ivory. She walked over to me again. **** We sat at dinner. We were elegant. It was the next evening. The previous night, as promised, we had eaten at a restaurant. Then today she introduced me to her GQ men. I was shy, blushing. Afterward, when they were gone, she made me choose amongst them, telling her which I preferred. It was a private reception, a private dinner. There were about a dozen people present. The hostess had received me warmly, taken my coat, admired me. All present knew why I was here. The GQ men IÕd favored were here too, deferential, letting the women lead. Letting Laurie make all the decisions for them. They were loyal to her. I admired her management skills. Some of the men were massive, power lifters, though not too heavy, they had to still look tall and fine in a business suit for her fashion magazine. I ate quietly. I was urged to eat. All eyes flitted to me, away, then back again. Dessert was served. Cherry pie. I knew the significance. And so did all the guests. I blushed as my piece was served to me. I nibbled at it, popped a cherry in my mouth, could not eat the rest. ÒAnd in regards to your orientation,Ó Laurie said at last, clearing her throat a little before she began. She looked directly at me. I gazed back, then had to lower my eyes. I could not hold her. They blazed like the sun. Gypsie eyes, with dark fire, as if from some deep shadowland fueled by volcanoes. ÒPermit me to be explicit, if you will,Ó Laurie said to the host, who smiled back at her. Explicitness was permitted. ÒYou, Laurie, do look at me when IÕm speaking to you, darling.Ó I tried to raise my eyes, did a little. ÒYou must be whipped first. It is necessary. Nothing too severe. Your bottom must be warmed for it. It will make it easier for you when it comes. It will make you more receptive. And the male (she cleared her throat softly again) the males will stem all the more eagerly to you, feeling your hot bottom grinding up against them.Ó I sipped a sip of milk. I said nothing. ÒLet us have her clothes off then,Ó Laurie said. Two females rose, two who had sat on either side of me. They urged me up from my chair. I flinched a little as they pulled my clothes off me. There was not much ceremony about it. Just pull up the blouse, unzip the skirt, unsnap the bra, and (alas!) down with my panties. They took everything right off, cooing a little, perhaps to make me feel better, perhaps because they liked my beauty, but they were mostly workmanlike, quick, women with a job to do and doing it. At last I stood like Venus, unclothed, my hair pretty. My new girlfriends unpinned it so that it hung free. My tits wobbled on my chest. My nipples were harder than I could ever remember them being. I felt moist between my legs. Laurie stood. She cast her eyes approvingly over my figure. ÒYou look like youÕre about to have a bath,Ó she laughed. The men rose. I saw their trousers, bulging, eager to spurt out their treasures. The hostess rose. Laurie turned me. The rest of the female guests got up. All were young, though not as young as myself. Laurie pointed ahead of me and told me I must lead the way. ÒGo through that door, dear, and walk gracefully, or I will switch you before we even arrive. Be on your best behavior now, go!Ó I turned. I walked on my spiked heels, my hips swaying. My glorious nude bottom cheeks rolled with my every step. Beyond the door was a stone passage. We were in an old part of town, an old house with mysteries. I tread down the passageway with fearful footsteps. Behind me the others followed. My bottom felt huge. I felt intense embarrassment at mooning everyone with it. But then, thatÕs what I was here for, wasnÕt it? My bottom. My virgin anus. Now was the night I was truly to receive. A man up me. All my life IÕd wondered, waited. Now, within the hour, it was to be done. All that remained now was for the preliminary whipping. I did not like the thought of that. I reached back, unconsciously caressed my bottom cheeks as I thought of it. ÔNecessary,Õ she had called it. Was it really? She said it would make the men even bigger. Did I want that? I realized I had already chosen the GQ guys I thought would be biggest where it counted. I felt chilly, even though I knew the stone hallway was not cold. There were steps at the end. I mounted them, carefully, unsteady in my heels. Beyond the passage turned. And then curtains, a curtain of beads that hung down. I passed within them. They tinkled. Ah, no! A huge round dais waited. And atop it, almost as an afterthought, a trestle. The bar betwixt its vertical supports was padded. For the comfort of my tummy, no doubt. I wished I could sit my bottom upon it. ThatÕs where I would need comforting. The others entering, the tinkling of the beads announcing their arrival behind me. I continued to gaze at the dais. There was a bucket next to the trestle, I saw a sponge. ÒWe use it all the time,Ó Laurie whispered to me. ÒSometimes we bathe the girl first, if sheÕs fresh from the pool, or the beach, or hot from the summer heat. But you are perfect, darling. Just mount the steps.Ó Her fingers grazed my arms, ran down my back, sought even lower still. Flinching from her I approached the raised platform. I slurred my feet up the steps, knowing I should pay much greater care to where I was headed. I would not come down from this platform the same girl. I would be hot, bothered, blubbering. I would most certainly need a bath then, at least in my hindquarters. I turned at the top step, considering. My eyes widened. Everyone was undressing. ÒI-I donÕt want to,Ó I said. A man laughed. ÒYou cannot back down,Ó he replied. ÒBe a good girl and go to the trestle like youÕre supposed to,Ó the hostess said to me. I knew the implication of her words. I would go in any event, dragged or willingly, but if dragged I would need more ÔwarmingÕ on my ass before the men were put to me. Stepping distinctly now, sure of each step that it would be my very last, hoping God would take me up at every second, I approached the bar. Yes, I had been good, hadnÕt I? I used to go to Christian Sunday School. They said if you were good Jesus would make you disappear in the days just before his Second Cuming. I said the word wrong in my mind, felt immensely guilty. I needed Jesus now. Cum, Lord Jesus. Oops! I knew I was doomed then. He would not zap me up to heaven, like in the Late Great Planet Earth. He would leave me with all the wicked people. I turned again, saw my captors were pleasantly naked now, all the important parts displayed. Cocks, cunts, breasts. Some wore clothes still, jackets or stockings or boots. But all showed what they had come to give. Themselves. Their privates. And I was to inspire their evening of pleasure with my virgin contribution. I walked up to the bar. I spied a cane standing against a low table on the dais. Atop the table were vials of oil, condoms, and a pretty vase of flowers. I turned, walked to the flowers. Delicately I sniffed them. They were lilies. For my (soon to be gone) purity. ÒTo the trestle, Melody!Ó Laurie called. She did not want me to see what was in the drawer slung from the underside of the table. I felt mischievous. I reached down, pulled it open. Oh! My eyes nearly popped out of my head. There were AWFUL things! Tit clamps! A speculum! A ball gag! A blood pressure cuff. A needle! Beside the needle something labelled Solumedrol. An enema, more anal suppositories, tubing, with a tag attached saying it was for a personÕs pee hole! I slammed the drawer. I turned, frightened. My GQ men advanced, climbing the dais steps. The females were gathered close. ÒIt is not all for you, dear, at least I hope it isnÕt,Ó Laurie reassured me, then turned and winked at the hostess with a laugh. Scared, but still willing, I turned to face the trestle. I pressed my upper thighs to the bar. I bent forward, found a lower bar beneath, gripped it momentarily, feeling the feel of my openness in back. Then I popped erect again, lest I be restrained that way. I turned. I pushed my bottom up against the comforting leather. ÒI donÕt think I want to go through with this anymore,Ó I breathed. My eyes were frightened rabbitÕs eyes. With my every pulsebeat my resolution not to continue grew. ÒIt is too late, darling,Ó the hostess said. She and two men came up to me, spun me about again. I squawked as they pressed me down. ÒIt is time, dear, you cannot delay it any longer,Ó Laurie said somewhere behind me. Roughly she parted my thighs. I felt loops of leather attach themselves to my ankles. Someone missed his cue, for I wriggled and found myself suddenly upright again. My ankles were bound, my legs three feet apart or more, but the rest of me had got free of them. The two men looked startled, recovered, laughed at their mistake. Each had deferred to the other in tying down my wrists, both had missed a beat and lost his hold on me. Perhaps each was hoping the other would tie me while he prepared to be the first to get up my ass. Let the other tie her, I will fuck her! Yes, that was it. The hostess had long since let go, thinking to leave the matter to the men. I stood there a moment, unmolested. They realized I couldnÕt go anywhere. My tits heavy on my chest, my legs apart beneath my rolling, flexing bottom cheeks, I gazed behind myself. All was being made ready. A line of GQ men stood with cocks displayed. Laurie was passing in front of them, greasing and oiling each manÕs shaft for the job ahead. A female rolled out a rack of punishment implements from some hidden closet. Whips, crops, paddles, unimaginable in their variety and ingenuity. Some had holes, others not, still others had awful-looking brass studs on them. My white bottom gleamed, the target of whichever or however many of those horrid things they wished to spank me with. ÒOver, darling,Ó the hostess said to me. She put her hand to the back of my head. I felt her bend me again, felt my upward-yielding bottom cheeks disclose their inner secrets, felt my pouch displayed in its soft furrowness to all who stood behind me. Gourd-like my tits hung again. She pulled my wrists down, bound them tightly with leather and affixed them with loops of leather to the bar below. I coughed a little cough. I felt cool air upon my hiney. I wanted to cry but didnÕt have the willpower to do it. Soon they would help me in that department, I feared.**** And they did. I remember it as a kind of liberation. The men entered me gently, but remorselessly, each in turn. The hostess had to stop the proceedings a few times, to let me catch my breath. And then it continued. Always it continued. A birching at first, then the loving thrusts, finally the long, hard-won spurts. After holding himself back for so long, each man gritted out his release with a kind of great, heartfelt agony. For none wanted the punishment. A brand on the hiney, administered by the hostess, if he failed to drive into me at least 20 times before he came. The brand was kept close, so he could feel the heat of it lying across the brazier, the red hot coals sunburning his arse. I was not as tight in behind when I left as I had been when I entered. At least, there was no longer that absolutely girlish, virginal resistance. I suppose I was just as tight, physically so, but that clenching, sucking absolute GRIPPING of the hiney cheeks would never be quite so fey again. The childish fright was gone. Still there a little, maybe, but not in such absolute terms as it had been on that first night. That night was the first that I ever felt a long, living male organ slide into me...pump me with the sperm from its balls...and then withdraw, like something out of Alien. It was a rite of passage, a door through which one consciously went through, and which closed forever behind.**** Was I feeling morbid? I spent days afterward languishing. I spent them back at the ÒLondon Dungeon,Ó again playing the nun, Betsy my best companion. And then one day it got chilly. Summer was passing. Surprisingly, this renewed me. I felt a new sense of wonder at my growing body. The world might be passing into autumn, but I felt Spring welling up within me. I went shopping downtown. For clothes. Kali had given me some money, and Cybil too. ÒFor services rendered,Ó Cybil said, telling me that her business had increased since men had reported seeing a lanky, lissome 15-year-old ÒalmostÓ virgin lounging about the place. But I stuck with Becky, enjoying the deprivation that I was inflicting on the males that came by now and then, hoping for my favor. So close they were, and yet so far. Cybil kept them in line. They could not have me unless I said Ôyes.Õ And I eliminated that word from my vocabulary. At least for a little while. Until I regrouped. And then, when I had, I wanted to go deeper still. Into sin. I met them downtown. We chatted outside a store window displaying Moslem fundamentalist literature. A mannikin in a chador stared down on us. She was blonde, long hair, just like me, except her hair was longer. And the male with her, an older guy, was just introduced to me as ÒSir Litchfield.Ó He had a British accent. The blonde told me her name was Juliette. She hinted ÒSir LitchfieldÓ was just a made-up name. Gazing into their eyes, I felt a welcoming, a beckoning. But I knew they were playing Pied Piper for a world I had so far resisted entering. ÒYou wouldnÕt, of course, be able to stay,Ó Juliette was saying to me when my mind re-connected to what she was saying. She had a slim, elvish beauty, a tall princess from the tall ships of Numenor. ÒIt would just be for the evening.Ó ÒThatÕs alright,Ó I heard myself reply. What was she saying? Yes. That I must come with them. Or cum... I glanced again at Sir L. Was the L for love? Such magnetic eyes. No, something else. Something about a field. Plowing my field, hoeing it. He would sow a good harvest there. A bountiful harvest. Juliette took my hand. She smiled brightly at me. Her eyes were expectant. We got into their car as the mannikin watched. Seeing, yet sightless. All but her eyes out of sight behind the all-cloaking chador. I would not be cloaked, no. Just the opposite. They took me home, showed me around their house. I nodded, gazed at their handsome, antique furniture. Their art, 19th Century, their kitchen, brass pots hanging in good business-like order from the ceiling. Polished, handles erect, suspended. ÒLetÕs undress,Ó Juliette said to me casually. It was as if we were going for a swim, except we were still indoors, and they had no pool. Following her lead, I began to shed my clothes. Slowly, easily. She undressing and I also, Sir L watching, undoing his trousers slowly, unhurriedly. Offering a rod of unprecedented proportions to both our eyes when he finally lowered his underpants. And I, stripping off my panties, watched it with awed eyes. Juliette, kicking her own panties off, took my chin. She brought my mouth to hers, averting my gaze from her lover, and kissed me sweetly, lightly, on my lips. An exchange of lipstick. A little smearing. My boobies, with their wiggly nipples, shaking tremulously close to her own. ÒCome,Ó Juliette said. She turned, led me into the bathroom. Her long, wavy blonde hair swayed with her every step as she walked. Her bottom was generous. A ripe pumpkin waiting for a boy to come and take it from the garden, spear it with his knife. Sir L followed, his penis hard, uncompromising. We entered a dazzling marble bathroom. The walls and floor were made of marble. The tub, huge, was inlaid with marble. There was no water in it. Champagne waited in a chilled bucket by the unfilled tub. A servant, seeing us come home, had placed it here, disappeared. And there was something else. A bucket. And old-time, wooden pail. It was filled with brine. And sticking up from it, long and slender, were several birch branches. They were tied off at the end with a kind of little flag, a pink bow. Juliette lifted the birch from the bucket, then laid it crosswise over the bucket so that the excess brine would drip off. She wanted it wet, but not drippy wet. I admired her lovely naked body as she moved, her bare breasts swaying, her nipples risen, her legs long and sleek. Abundant towels waited in folded bliss to be used. Juliette unfurled one, plush and blue, and laid it by the side of the tub for us to rest our bottoms on. Then, as Sir L and I sat down, dangling our feet into the vacant tub, Juliette unfolded a second towel. Or, rather, she simply tossed it, letting it unfurl itself as it fell haphazardly onto the marble floor. It fell near a vase of pretty flowers. For a moment I thought it might hit the flowers. They were roses, mixed with poinsettias, held in a fragile carnelian vase. ÒFor you, when weÕre ready,Ó Juliette said simply to me, meaning the towel next to the vase. ÒYes,Ó I replied. She got Sir L and I drinks. I sipped mine, she swallowed hers. ÒYou might wish to be drunk,Ó Juliette said meaningfully to me. She sat down next to me, refilled her glass, passed the bottle to Sir L, who had downed his own in one gulp. ÒHow do you feel?Ó Sir L asked me. My thigh just touched his. I glanced at his rod, straining in its excitement between his hairy thighs, a projectile at least 10 inches in length. ÒFine, right now,Ó I replied. I tried to drink my champagne a little more boldly. ÒThat is good,Ó he said. ÒYou feel no pain?Ó ÒNo,Ó I replied. I felt young, like a newborn foal, awkward and yet alive, so alive. Always before a storm the air is at its freshest, cleanest. The wind picks up and blows through your hair and you know the lightning will strike soon. ÒDo you wish to be cuffed? Gagged?Ó Juliette asked me. Her eyes looked so innocent, her words so smoothly delivered. ÒWe have those here.Ó ÒNo,Ó I replied. ÒYou wish to play with yourself while it happens?Ó Sir L asked me. ÒIt is easier for a girl that way sometimes,Ó Juliette said. ÒMaybe,Ó I said. ÒI do not really know. I have not...Ó ÒIt is wise of you to do it,Ó Sir L replied. ÒIt will give you a new sense of yourself.Ó ÒYes,Ó I said. ÒLike Spring Break, the first time. You party, you get drunk, stoned. You canÕt exactly remember the boy you slept with the next day, but you know it was wonderful.Ó ÒMmmm, if he wore a condom,Ó Juliette said, with a smirk. ÒWell, then I suppose you simply wouldnÕt remember his NAME, but you mightnÕt have known that in the first place,Ó I said. I was fantasizing a little, embroidering my thoughts with stories other, more experienced girls had told me back home. ÒHad enough?Ó Juliette asked. She reached out, took hold of my glass. I relinquished it. I could see she was eager to begin. She was not as hesitant about her sexuality as I was. Neither was Sir L. ÒMelody, this is going to be quite painful,Ó Sir L said to me. His voice was frank, bold. He made to stand, rose with his cock waggling its majestic beauty before my eyes. I remained sitting. Juliette took me under my arm and lifted me slowly, awkwardly to my feet. We were all barefoot. The bathroom walls muffled the sound of our speaking. Echoed it within, but beyond, beyond the door Sir L had locked, I knew nothing could be heard. It was the ultimate privacy. Just us, our nudity. Even the servant would be unaware of our games. Unheard I would scream within these four walls. There would be, I guessed, no mercy. No witnesses. Did I want that? I wanted someone else to decide, that I knew. I shivered. I faced Sir L. Juliette hovered behind me, admiring my ass. ÒIt will be a challenge,Ó Sir L said to me. I nodded. Silently, submissively I nodded. Juliette quietly took to pinning up my hair. ÒMost challenges in life involve studying, like in school, and certainly require the wearing of clothes. Even the proper wearing of clothes.Ó His eyes savored my nudity as he spoke. My breasts rose and fell softly on my chest with each of my childish breaths. I was breathy, excited. I could feel a swirling in my belly. My nipples were as hard as I could ever have imagined them to be. Sir LÕs cock stood out just as forcefully, quivering at the brink of some deep need, some intense pleasure. ÒHere, of course, no clothes are required,Ó Juliette said behind me. ÒThey are not allowed. Your parents would never approve, Melody,Ó Juliette said to me. ÒI know,Ó I gulped. ÒWould you like another glass of champagne before we begin?Ó Sir L said. ÒIt is not too much to ask.Ó He spoke as if his doing of a favor for me was a great privilege that he was conferring upon me. An honor. ÒOkay,Ó I said. My voice was lispy. He got the champagne, filled my glass, gave it to me. He held on to it as I sipped, then drank more, Sir L forcing me to take it at an ever increasing rate, tilting the glass farther and farther. My throat worked as I tried to get it all. Some spilled, splattered to the floor. ÒTsk,Ó Juliette said. ÒIt is not good to waste such expensive champagne,Ó Sir L told me. The game had begun. I was a victim now. It was my role, my duty. ÒGo to the towel,Ó Juliette said. She spoke from behind me. My bottom cheeks clenched, drew in as her words washed over me. With wobbling, fearful cheeks I walked to the towel. My special towel, next to the flowers. I knelt down upon it. ÒAll fours, face on the towel,Ó Sir L told me. I bent over, my knees on the towel, my back bending until my face pressed to the floor. Right on the edge of the towel my face was, just my cheek touching it, my forehead over the hard, glassy marble. My hands gripped the towel, my arms drew in, squeezing my sides. My wrists pressed against my hanging bosoms. My nipples sprouted into the towel, felt comfort there. I would sew new designs on the towel with my nipples. Juliette picked up the birch rod. She whisked it through the air, testing it. Her eyes gazed at me, challenging eyes, her lips smiled a rueful smile. Did she wish to be in my place? I was a rabbit. I was, indeed, the center of attention. Sir L watched me, not her. I sensed jealously in her movements. She would control mine now, make me respond to her. For Sir L. For his pleasure. I crossed one of my ankles over the other, trying to hide my cunt. It stared back at them, I knew, tucked just under my bottom, tempting Sir L to cease my punishment before its time, plunge himself in, forget Juliette. ÒOpen your legs, you slut!Ó Juliette barked at me. She swung the birch, glided it menacingly over my arse, just missing. I uncrossed my ankles. Tentatively I opened my thighs. ÒWhat makes you think youÕre so special, hiding yourself like that?Ó Juliette asked me. She had not forgotten my haphazard disobedience. ÒCanÕt you see my cunt?Ó I could. Between her legs it lay, sweetly, she arched her hips forward for me to see it better. ÒAnd Sir L?Ó Well, he was obvious, as all men are. ÒWider! Let us really see your private. This is a bathroom, god-dammit! Do you think this is the sanctuary of a church? Do you think youÕre on an alter before God? Get those legs really WELL open, bitch! Just like you want them to be. Just like you know they have to be for Sir L to fuck you properly!Ó As she swung the birch ever closer, sending shivers up my spine, I spread my legs as far as I could. I was trembling with fear. I could not believe I was doing this. Juliette whisked her birch up over my curving hiney, touching it now, just barely. I quivered as the little buds pricked at my soft cheeks. I was bare, so bare, before these naked little buds. They would hurt so badly. I sucked in my breath. It was my last moments, free of pain, free of anything except an immense longing. ÒThis will hurt like the dickens, Melody,Ó Juliette said to me, suddenly compassionate. I gazed up at her tall, nude figure, all curves and slimness, her boobs sticking out like twin melons, her legs open to display her lovely bush. Nothing was hidden between us. And nothing would be, either, once that awful birch rod started in on its task. I would be but blubbering flesh before her then, crying, pleading. In my humbleness I would ask for forgiveness. Sir L passed something to Juliette. A mouth guard. ÒSuch pretty teeth,Ó she said. She bent low, her breasts swinging. She inserted it into my hesitant lips. ÒBite down,Ó she said. ÒOffer your bottom now, up, show me how wanton and bad it is. Tsk, tsk. Something must be done about your attitude, girl.Ó In the distance Sir L began stroking himself. He was pleased by my posture, but would not say so. It might reduce my punishment. Juliette took up position behind me. She gave one final slash at the air with her birch. Then, gazing wilfully at me, she aimed. She struck. I glimpsed it gliding in, as if in slow motion. And then it seared across my hiney. I lurched forward. I thought for a second that a horde of bees had come zinging into the lavatory. I bucked forward, my bottom reared up like a mare in heat. Bounding back down again, I received another. Wicked stings, all over my ass. The flight of the bumblebees, without the music. ÒHow do you feel now? Does it hurt?Ó Sir L asked me. I looked up at him in my nakedness, tears in my eyes. I gagged, murmured over the bit in my mouth. It was there for my protection. It kept me silent. ÒGive her another,Ó Sir L said. ÒShe will ask forgiveness soon enough.Ó WHACK! I bounced, my fanny cheeks flexed, contracted, bulged out. My eyes squeezed shut. I felt flaring bites all over my precocious rump. I sobbed, spit out my bit. ÒNo more!Ó I cried. ÒSix at least,Ó Juliette replied, and told me to ask for the next. I shook, I sobbed. Valiantly I tried to maintain my posture. Bent, submissive, the perfect pose for deep fucking. Sir L gently replaced my bit in my mouth. ÒAsk,Ó he said. ÒSay it. I can hear you.Ó Finally, squeezing my cheeks, releasing them, squeezing again in self-protection, I asked for the next. A murmur, that was all. But he understood. ÒGo,Ó Sir L told his lover. She swung in and cracked me hard against my hiney. ÒOh, woh!Ó I gasped. It stung beyond belief. I scampered off my towel, howling, my bottom waggling like a newly branded heiferÕs. Juliette ran after me. Barefoot she ran, her mane flying. Her arms were slim, elegant. She came upon me cowering in a corner. There was nothing but stern marble walls around, behind me, Juliette in front. ÒGet back to your towel,Ó she ordered. ÒNo, thatÕs all!Ó I cried. My mouth guard lay out beyond me, dropped. My hair tumbled in strands down over my eyes. I wished to hide within it. Juliette reached down, caught me by my hair. She pulled on it. ÒOwwww!Ó I cried. Like a dog she dragged me back to the towel. She made me reposition myself. I sobbed the whole time, pleading. My breasts shook like ripe gourds about to fall from the vine. In the storm. In the wind of the storm. SWAAACK! She did not wait for the perfect pose. Unpoised, bawling, she gave me my next stroke. I was a baby now. A baby in the delivery room. Getting my bottom smacked. A new life in a new world. WHAAAAACK! A final tribute across my ass. A loving swipe, coming up underneath me, lifting me by my tenderest portions up into the air, hitting me right where my ass liked to crease into my thighs. Where my cunt lay. Nipping just the outermost bit of my fig. I shrieked. I leapt up. My hands flew to my ass. Running barefoot across the floor I ran to my corner again, huddled in it. I glanced back over my shoulder, saw them gazing at me, laughing. I rubbed my heinie with brisk hands, tears streaming. I danced from foot to foot upon the cold marble floor, wishing. Wishing the paint would go away, please go away, it hurt so much. ÒWhen youÕre done fooling around, its your turn to do me,Ó Juliette smiled. She tossed the battered birch rod at my feet. It slid on the marble floor. I flinched, drew away from it, deeper into my corner. Sir L took Juliette into his arms. They kissed. They looked like Adam and Eve. Was I the snake? Sir L had the snake, pressed up against JulietteÕs belly. For a long while they kissed, me their naughty child, standing in the corner, weeping over my scorched ass. Did some parents punish their children this way? I wondered. It was erotic, wholesome somehow. Everyone naked as jaybirds, punishing each other for made-up sins in the privacy of the bath. Juliette knelt, brushed back her hair. She bent over the gold faucet on the tub and got it running. She sprinkled in bubble bath. Sir L came, got me, guided me over to the towel where I had so recently paid my penance. Still rubbing my bottom, I bent and picked up the birch. Juliette rose from the faucet and walked over to me. She was chic, graceful. She smiled at me, a bit uppity. Then she got down on the towel, and offered me an elegant pose. Her ass spread before me. Her face dropped onto the towel, wet with my tears. She reached back and pulled her fanny cheeks apart. She smiled at me, then stunned me by letting out a little fart. I was shocked. Sir L laughed. ÒYouÕd better punish her for that,Ó he advised me. Fumbling with the rod, I swished it in against her bottom. Juliette squirmed a little, stilled. ÒYouÕll have to hit a lot harder to get anywhere with her,Ó Sir L laughed. ÒIt isnÕt her first time.Ó ÒI know,Ó I said. I drew back the rod again, feeling my naked breasts rolling on my chest as I drew my hand up, skyward, my heavy jello-like mounds pointing their nipples up, offering themselves to Sir LÕs avid eyes. Down came my arm and I tried to give my wrist the necessary suppleness IÕd heard about. The switch caught JulietteÕs fanny more firmly and she let out a little howl. ÒVery good,Ó Sir L said. ÒYou learn quickly.Ó ÒI try,Ó I smiled. With my other hand I continued to rub my bottom. I think it wished I would learn not to play these games, but I was still curious. Naked as Eve herself I drew the birch skyward again and then sliced it down across JulietteÕs hinds. ÒYeeeeoooch!Ó Juliette gasped. She lifted her head, shook it. Her blonde mane flew in tousled disarray. ÒThere, thatÕs it. Now give her another. Harder,Ó Sir L told me. Obediently I drew back the switch and lofted it over my head and then swung it in again. It connected with JulietteÕs fanny and she screamed. ÒYes, youÕve given her a good one that time,Ó Sir L complimented me. He walked round behind his love and gazed at her seat. A strong red line crossed her lovely white cheeks, parallelled by two pinkish ones where IÕd struck her before. He bent and, his penis sticking out like a tent pole between his legs, he traced the brightest line with his finger. I longed to swish his bottom with my birch. He noticed. ÒGo ahead,Ó he encouraged. ÒI must have a turn also.Ó ÒOkay,Ó I smiled. I got behind him and, as he soothed his finger across his wifeÕs wounded bottom, I gave him a sizzler with my ever more supple wrist right across his hairy ass. ÒYow!Ó He bolted upright. He clapped his hands to his seat. ÒYouÕre getting good at that,Ó he said. ÒI know,Ó I replied. ÒTake your hands away from your bottom.Ó ÒReally, one is quite enough for now,Ó he assured me. You must finish Juliette first.Ó ÒAWAY from your bottom!Ó I annouced. I wasnÕt about to let this dark-haired dreamboat escape with his ass intact now that IÕd witnessed how sweet it was to punish it. ÒDo me while she does you,Ó Juliette breathed to Sir L. Still hiding his little tush behind his hands, he went to the bucket and drew out a birch for himself. He came back to where heÕd been standing. I was waiting for him. My eyes were bright and mischievous. I rubbed my own bottom with one hand even while I waited for him to take his free hand away from his. ÒHumpty Dumpty had a big fall, right on his hairy ass,Ó I sang to him. Reluctantly he removed his hand so I could get a clear shot. At the same time, he whisked his own birch teasingly across his wifeÕs pumpkin. She offered it more boldly to him, hiding her face in the soft folds of the towel. Her hands were balled into tense fists beside her face. WHICK! I gave Sir L a very nice cut right across his gorgeous hairy tush. ÒYeeeow! Damn you, I wonÕt be able to sit for a week!Ó Sir L cursed me. He shook his head. His ass did a little dance. Then, remembering Juliette, he gave her a good one for letting me have my way with him. We traded cuts in the bathroom until our bottoms were all beet red and we could stand no more of it. Then we soaked in the bathwater, adding more water to warm it, for the bath had grown cold waiting for us to enter it. I left the next morning carrying Sir LÕs sperm in my belly and smiling happily. Both of them kissed me goodbye, waved to me as I got into a cab. ÒWhere to?Ó the driver asked. I gave him the address. ÒIs there something wrong with my seat?Ó he asked. He craned his neck back, afraid the back seat of his cab was somehow injuring me. ÒNo,Ó I assured him. I smiled to myself. My bottom hurt, but giving Sir L his due had been a glorious treat. When I arrived back at CybilÕs, Kali was gone. ÒSheÕs gone back to America,Ó Cybil said. ÒA spat with one of her customers.Ó Becky tugged at my arm, eager for me to go swimming with her. ÒDid you get a spanking again?Ó Becky inquired. She clapped her hand to the back of my skirt. ÒYes,Ó I hissed, for the slightest touch hurt my raw bottom. ÒOooo, can I see it?Ó she asked. ÒNo, you may not,Ó Cybil told her. ÒGo watch cartoons.Ó ÒBugs Bonker isnÕt on,Ó Becky whined. ÒOf course not! I hope they donÕt show that trash at noon!Ó Cybil said. ÒWhy does he always stick his thing in Porky?Ó Becky asked. ÒHe never puts in it La Pew, only in Porky, and Elmer, and Tweetie! I like Tweetie. Except Tweetie always says Bugs is too big for him.Ó ÒGod! The things they show on T.V. these days!Ó Cybil cried. ÒBecky, I donÕt want you ever watching that show again, okay?Ó ÒOkay,Ó Becky replied, but as I turned to go up the stairs I saw she had her fingers crossed behind her back. She was curious, just like me. Walking up the front stairs, feeling my bottom tingle painfully in my soft panties with every step, I knew I wished to go on one more mission of love. One more, before I joined Kali back in America, on the stair-steppers that went nowhere. I played by the pool. I waited for the days to pass and my bottom to heal. I endured Becky, who pulled the seat of my swimsuit down every day and insisted looking at the progress of my receeding marks. ÒOooo, you must have been quite naughty,Ó Becky said, exploring my soft uprisen fanny. Her Play-Doh-covered fingers delved between my cheeks. She was making penises with her Play-Doh, setting them up like missiles to dry in the sun beside the glittering pool. ÒBecky, not THERE!Ó I protested. I tried to roll my bottom out of harmÕs way. Her finger burrowed into my little hole. Cybil appeared, carrying a portable phone. ÒCall for you,Ó she smiled. ÒYes?Ó I asked. ÒBecky, donÕt stick your finger up MelodyÕs bottom,Ó Cybil said. She slapped the girlÕs hand lightly but then turned away. I wondered at that. Was she training her daughter to play with girls, for the enjoyment of men? Or simply allowing her daughter to train herself? The result would be the same. I wished Bugs Bonker was on. ÒOoooh, IÕm going to do you just like Bugs does to Porky,Ó Becky announced behind me. I let out a yelp as her finger went deeper. ÒI wish I had a penis,Ó Becky said. ÒYes, I can meet you this Friday, if youÕre a friend of Sir LÕs,Ó I said to the voice on the phone. It was a man. He and his wife had called Cybil, requesting me. My bottom would be all better by then. ÒYes, my ass is fine, or it will be,Ó I said. ÒIÕve just got a little girlÕs finger up it right now, thatÕs all.Ó ÒGood, for I, well, I may want to train it a little,Ó the husky voice said to me. ÒMy wife and I,Ó that is. ÒYou sound very handsome, sir,Ó I said. I blushed and wriggled my hips, glad he couldnÕt see me. Becky giggled. I felt a desire to have something in my other hole, the one Becky wasnÕt playing in. ÒYes, IÕm handsome, donÕt worry,Ó he replied. ÒI wouldnÕt bother you otherwise. But my wife insists on being present. We have a close marriage. You donÕt mind?Ó ÒNo, wives donÕt bother me... too much,Ó I answered. ÒBecky, get your hand OUT of my bottom!Ó I scolded. I rolled on my hip and tried to swat her away. Gleefully she forced her Play-DohÕed finger deeper inside me. ÒOh, goody! YouÕre just like Tweetie Bird!Ó Becky cried. A womanÕs voice came on the phone and the man, who sounded so excellent, was gone. She gave me their address. I tried to write it down but I had no pencil. I felt a drool of spittle drop onto my heinie. ÒCall Cybil back and tell her,Ó I said to the woman. ÒAnd...Ó I felt bold. ÒYour husband sounds gorgeous but I expect to be compensated.Ó ÒOf couse,Ó the woman answered. I clicked off the phone. I hated to charge for my body but I wanted to go home soon. I didnÕt want to have to ask Cybil for more money. I would earn it myself, and if I was lucky, sheÕd make sure I got a nice packet from them for my efforts. ÒBecky, this is my bottom, not yours,Ó I said. I reached back behind myself and clutched at her wrist and drew her Play-DohÕed finger, now coated with a bit more than Play-Doh, out of my bottom. ÒOh, it was fun,Ó Becky said. She gave me a big 9-year-old grin. ÒI know, Becky. I know,Ó I replied. ÒBut youÕre a girl. YouÕre not Bugs Bonker.Ó ÒBut I WANNA be Bugs Bonker!Ó Becky offered, her eyes bright. ÒBut youÕre not,Ó I said. And I turned her around and, as she squirmed in my grip, I yanked down her swimsuit in back and gave her little white bottom a slap. ÒBe good, or IÕll spank you.Ó I said. ÒOook, you already have,Ó Becky said. She darted away from me, escaping me somehow. ÒThatÕs not a spanking. ThatÕs one slap,Ó I told her. ÒItÕs enough for me!Ó Becky cried. And she dove into the pool like a fish, escaping the hook of the fisherman.