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         Author's note:  This story continues Torrid Tweens, which
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                                        Andrew Roller Presents
                                   NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
                                                       in 
                                                Sex School


                                               Chapter One

         One of the benefits of being 40 was that Steven could see
things for what they were.  Not, perhaps, as well as a man of 80, but
better than a man of 25.  Better, even, than a month ago, when he'd
first met Laurie.  As they walked down the street together, he
considered his options.  He could take her back to his small apartment
and fuck her.  He'd entertained Brittney there and, while they didn't
actually have sex, he had brought her off with his hand.  But he
realized that his lust for Laurie might not serve her best interests; he
wanted to give her more than what a boy her own age could give her.  It
was almost his duty to, he told himself.
         "Laurie," Steve said, looking over at her.  Brittney had taken
the girl's hand.  It was the one that had been holding the Gummi Bears
and Steven vaguely recalled, as he had been walking and thinking,
Brittney saying, as she took hold of Laurie:  "Your hand is sticky."
         Laurie smiled up at Steven.  Her sparkling blue eyes caught the
waning afternoon light, seemed to amplify it, turning her baby blues to
gemstones.  He saw that her nipples had risen beneath her shirt; it was
stretched and straining even more than before.  Brittney saw the two of
them, Steven and Laurie, catching eyes.  In pleasant sympathy she
squeezed Laurie's hand; a gesture of confidence in her ability to do
what they were all planning.  Steven wondered what thoughts Brittney
had; did she realize that with Laurie being a virgin, she would be
assigned the role of domme?  It would be interesting, watching one tween
dominate another.  Steven hoped Brittney had received enough training to
take the job on and do it well.
         And that's when Steven realized how he wanted to have Laurie;
not quickly, not today in his apartment or, worse, in some quiet
backstreet doorway.  He wanted to plan this out and give both Laurie and
Brittney a chance to truly explore their sexual selves; with himself
participating, of course.  It was every man's erotic fantasy, played out
in Penthouse magazine every month, though obviously with older girls. 
Already he sensed a kind of passionate communion between Brittney and
Laurie.  Without speaking of it they both already seemed to realize that
they would be getting to know each other on much more intimate terms.
         "Laurie, I want to do this right.  To do right by you, and
Brittney too," Steven said.  He felt the shadows of the trees pass over
him and the girls as they cut off the sidewalk and into the park, the
very park where Steven had first stalked Laurie.  "Brittney has had some
training; I want her to get some more, and you of course have yet to
start.  If you can wait for about a week, maybe more, maybe less, and
save yourself and not speak of this and get me in trouble, I think I can
arrange something.  Something grand, as befits a new virgin choosing to
enter the world of sex.  A... school," Steven said, throwing the word
out, and then liking the ring of it.
         "And I could be the school mistress!" Brittney blurted.  Steven
looked quickly around.  Hopefully no one was in earshot of their
conversation.  It could get rather specific.  The last thing he wanted
was to have some woman walking her dog report him.  Steven saw nobody,
nobody near enough to hear, that is, and said to Brittney, "Not too
loud.  We are in a park, you know."
         "ooops," Brittney said, in a small quiet voice.
         "I won't tell anybody," Laurie said in a voice that was soft
and yet urgent, her nipples sweetly stemming in her too-tight shirt. 
Steven looked at her larger-than ever breasts.   They were not as big as
Brittney's but the girl was gaining on her; they were fine young things
that seemed to beg Steven, with their excited little nipples, to toss
her into a bush and get her out of her shirt and panties.  With an
effort he managed to restrain his cock; it was growing larger by the
second in his pants.  He thought of Mickey Mouse and Goofy for a moment,
then returned to the subject at hand.
         "I think I can get us someplace," Steven said to Laurie,
Brittney listening avidly.  "Someplace nice.  Of course you'll have to
skip out on your parents when the time comes.  Just leave, we'll think
up an excuse later."
         "That's what I did," Brittney told Laurie, still holding her
hand.  "I told my mom and dad that I'd run away because they were making
me do too much homework.  So now I have to do less; and I can watch more
T.V. too!"
         "Goodie!" Laurie said.
         They planned for the following Friday.  Steven called Janice
after they'd parted company and the woman seemed delighted to host their
soiree.
         "You will not be involved, however," Steven said to Janice,
remembering how she'd engineered his having a dildo stuck up his butt.
         "Of course, dear," Janice said.  "I can arrange for Bob and I
to take the weekend off if you'd like.  I've been trying to get some
vacation time for quite awhile; things have been so busy with the market
lately."
         They agreed that Steven and Brittney and Laurie would meet at
Janice's the following Friday.  Then Steven called Brittney, and told
her to meet him at the mall.  She assured him she would take care of
getting Laurie there; Steven was still superstitious about calling or
going to fetch the girl, remembering how he'd been stranded naked in her
back yard.
         The following Friday all went well.  Brittney told her parents
she was going to the mall; Laurie simply left home at 5.  Her mother
wasn't home from work yet.  
         Soon the threesome was at Janice's.  Steven had driven the
girls from the mall.  All the way they had played his radio loudly; a
station he didn't know existed, songs he was utterly unfamiliar with. 
But the girls knew all the words.  They sang along, making the din in
Steve's car even louder.  It was with some relief that he finally pulled
into Janice's driveway.  The girls grew sober as they got out of the
car.  Laurie knew it was her last hour as a virgin.  Brittney was about
to enter again into territory that had been, on her last visit, not only
pleasurable but painful too.
         Janice greeted them at the door.  Bob was nowhere in sight.  In
fact he was already in their garage, arranging their things for their
weekend getaway.  They would try camping; it would be a far cry from the
comforts of their mansion.  It would consist of a simple tent, a cooler
with ice and bottles of wine, sandwiches, and Bob's belt.  Janice
introduced the threesome to her bedroom; and told them all would be in
readiness downstairs when they chose to explore the more dangerous side
of their passions.
         "I have arranged a little school house downstairs," Janice said
to the three explorers, their excitement visible now, the nipples of the
girls and Steve's crotch risen with lust.  "There is a single student's
desk.  There are two chairs, one simple and straightforward and the
other of a more onerous design, for the pupil who is ready to accept a
challenge.  For the teacher there is a big desk, and a padded swivel
chair.  Then for the proctor there is a plush leather chair, as
comfortable as the ones in my living room.
         "It sounds great," Steve said.
         "And then in the room beyond, the basement proper as it existed
before I added the little schoolhouse, is everything else you'll need,"
Janice said.  She looked at Brittney, then let her eyes move to Laurie
and settle on her.  "I want you to be clear about what the other room
contains," Janice said to the 13-year-old girl.  "There are things there
to open you, to make you into a woman like Brittney.  She has already
experienced many of them.  It is not uncommon for a girl to feel quite
scared when she first sees them.  You must be brave; Steven and Brittney
are not going to hurt you.  Not in the conventional sense, I mean.  They
are going to train you.  Sometimes it might hurt a little but it will
never harm you.  Do you understand?"
         "I- I think so," Laurie said.  Brittney was holding her hand
and she squeezed the girl's palm more tightly in her own.  She flashed
her a reassuring smile; Janice looked at Steven and said,
         "I'm leaving you in charge.  I hope you will be responsible."
         "As responsible as any good pervert can be," Steven said. 
Janice lifted a hand and tapped his chest.  It was sculpted and hard,
under his shirt, and for a moment she wished she could stay and play
with them.
         "You must not speak of yourself as a pervert," Janice said to
Steve.  "It is time for Laurie to be opened and you are the ideal male
to do it.  You are mature, well-versed in these things, at least well
enough to accomplish things accurately on the novice level--"
         "Thanks," Steve said.
         "You yourself have much to learn but this will help," Janice
said to Steven.
         "If you're saying I need another dildo up my ass I'm not
interested," Steven said.
         "You have only had one.  And you resisted.  Someday you must
learn to accept and not resist.  A man must know both parts of
sexuality.  Penetrating others he learns as part of his nature, just as
a female learns receptivity.  But the man must learn to receive as well,
to be truly well-rounded in sex.  And the female must learn to
penetrate."
         "Uh-huh," Steve said, his eyes flashing a 'no' to the woman
even as his voice seemed to say yes.
         "Oh Goodie I want to fuck Steve!" Brittney said, her eyes
aglow.  Janice patted the top of the girl's head.
         "You see?  You are opening a Pandora's box and you cannot
escape the consequences," Janice said to Steve.
         "I thought you were going camping," Steve said to the woman.
         "Promise me that I can train your behind as a result of letting
you play here," Janice said to the man.  Steve gave an exasperated
sigh.  The woman was standing very close to him now.  Her perfume was
starting to drive him crazy.
         "Okay!  Okay!  Just go camping, would you?" Steven said to
Janice.
         "Of course dear.  And Bob will be with us when you are
trained," Janice said.
         "For Chrissakes!" Steven whined.  "Enough already!  Next you'll
be saying it's your husband who's going to wield the dildo!
         "Good.  Then we're agreed," Janice said.  She clasped Steve's
groin.  She felt its sizeable heft, too big for her fingers to
completely encompass.  She squeezed him.  The two girls squealed with
delight.  Then Janice kissed Steve, briefly but right on the lips.  "I
can't wait to see your big penis sticking out all hard and randy when I
shove something big and hard up your ass," Janice said to Steve.  Then
she turned and was gone, leaving the threesome alone in her bedroom. 
Steven looked at the two girls.  They were still giggling from what
Janice had said to him.
         "Let's get undressed," Steven said.  "And then we'll put on the
clothes Janice has arranged for us."  He pointed to the closet where the
woman had told them, as she brought them into her bedroom, that she had
"stored costumes" for them.  Brittney and Laurie nodded eagerly.  Then
Brittney, turning to Laurie, pulled up her shirt.
         It is a marvelous thing to see two 13-year-old girls
undressing.  Steve gaped at the girls as they, as if taking their
clothes off for swimming or gym, got out of their things.  They were
smashingly beautiful; Laurie with her big bare uptilted tits and
Brittney bigger still, the two girls gazing with wonder at Steven as he
released his own sizable appendage, the big penis between his legs.
         "Gosh!  You are excellent!  I think I was so flakey and nervous
last time I hardly noticed," Laurie, with a new maturity in her voice,
told Steven.  He nodded.  He remembered her at her house; dressed in
Sunday School clothing, then goading him into an impromptu pillow fight
in her bedroom.  Now, here at Janice's where no one at all could disturb
them, locked away in her big mansion, they all had more time to
contemplate each other.  They did it with wide-eyed wonder; Steve as
impressed as the girls.  Several minutes passed as they simply stood and
stared; I'll show you mine if you show me yours, and we'll all admire
together.
         As he stood there gazing at the girls, Steve's mind conjured up
a party he'd had once with two 20-year-olds.  They had undressed and
gone about things with experienced vigor;  Steven had been sucked dry
and then the two girls had assigned themselves the task of opening each
other up for the day, one girl kneeling eagerly on the bed, in the nude,
while her naked partner shoved a store-bought dildo up into her pussy. 
After this tempting scene had played itself out both ways, each girl
doing the other, Steven was up and ready for action again.  He arranged
the two girls on their hands and knees, and as they knelt on the bed
kissing he attempted one girl's bottomhole, with mixed success, losing
himself as he entered, and then fingered the other one in the ass. 
There had been no complaints, other than those one always expects during
a good vigorous entry, and there had been no regrets.  They had fucked
each other to exhaustion, using each other like objects, each intent on
his or her own pleasure, but giving, as it happened, pleasure in the
process.  Afterwards they had bid each other goodbye.  They had never
met again.  It had been a wonderful wild weekend and everyone had gotten
what they came for.
         This would have to be a more delicately managed affair.  Laurie
was completely virgin; even now just emerging from the silliness of
childhood.  Brittney had been exposed to sex but was still, in the end,
just a seventh-grader.  Despite her adventures Steven had no doubt that
she was still tight as a drum.  If Steven wasn't careful he might become
too excited trying to have one or the other girl; he might spill himself
and spoil all the fun.  Of course he was up to more than one discharge;
but he was 40, not 18.  Too many "accidents", planned or unplanned, and
he might end their weekend early, at least as far as his own powers were
concerned.  He didn't want to do that.  He must extend the game as long
as possible, extending his own erection in the process; and yet he must,
most assuredly, as the weekend progressed, give each girl the benefit of
his cock.  They must always be aware of it and threatened by it, teased
by it, even poked by it, yet he must now allow them to exhaust him too
early.  The answer was clearly that fingers and dildos would have to be
employed, more than usual, and whips, and the slow hour-burning
passionate embrace of chains.  He could not simply expect the two
seventh-graders to embrace the idea of lesbian sex, as his two
20-year-old playmates had, certainly not right up to and including the
idea of female dildo-fucking.  There would not be a single hot
passionate endless orgy, as he'd experienced with the older girls.
Things would have to be paced, assignments made, introductions
fashioned.  As Steven thought about it all he realized what an amazing
amount of work it would be.  He hoped he was up to the task.
         "We must get dressed," Steven said at last to the girls.
         "Oh.  Yes!" Brittney said.  Laurie looked puzzled.
         "So soon?" she asked.  Obviously she somehow equated their nude
interlude with actual intercourse.  Fortunately Brittney enlightened her
by saying, 
         "In our sex clothes, silly.  The ones Janice said she bought
for us."
         "Oh," Laurie said.  Her hand had slipped between her legs, her
fingers momentarily contemplating diddling herself.  It was, Steven
realized, how she'd always ended thoughts of sex before, with her own
finger in her cunt.  Tonight things would be different.
         "Laurie, I forbid you to touch your pussy," Steven said to the
girl.  Laurie blushed.  Brittney, realizing what the girl had been
thinking of, said,
         "Yes!  You must not touch yourself, Laurie.  That is your first
order."
         "I have to follow orders?" Laurie asked in a high, whining
voice.
         "Yes you do, Laurie," Brittney said.  "I am the mistress and
you are my slave.  You will do just as I say-- or I'll spank you!"
         Steven barely suppressed a chuckle.  The blonde would be
spanked no matter what, he was sure of that.  But Laurie artlessly
clapped her hands to her thighs, to the outside of her thighs, suddenly
frightened into obedience.  Brittney grasped one of her hands off her
bare flank and took her to the closet.
         Just then there was a sound of footsteps in the hall.  Brittney
and Laurie looked up with terrified surprise; Steve could already guess
by the hard clacking sound of the shoes who it was, and was strangely
relieved when Janice re-entered the room.  Her husband Bob came with
her.  His crotch was risen and Steve didn't have to ask why.
         "What if we stayed and played with you?" Janice asked the
threesome.  "Would we be such a terrible bother?"
         "I thought you were going camping," Steve said.
         "We were...but my husband managed to buy a tent that didn't
include tent pegs," Janice said.  Her eyes fell to Steve's naked cock. 
He laughed a little and said,
         "It's our party.  But if you two promise to stay on the
sidelines perhaps the girls won't mind."  The daunting task of handling
two young girls was becoming more apparent to him.  Laurie was
trembling, her eyes wide as a kitten's faced with a dog.  He could
probably use the helping hand of a woman; provided she didn't stick
anything up his ass.
         "Oh Steven you must have something to keep you on pins and
needles," Janice chided the man, guessing his thoughts.
         "I already do.  Keeping myself fit and hard," Steven said.
         "But a little more tension wouldn't hurt.  It might even prove
exciting, as you stab yourself into a girl, knowing you must receive the
same before the weekend's over."  Janice looked at Steve's penis.  It
seemed to throb with a greater urgency.  Steve was aware of the effect
the woman's words were having.  There was a certain perverse thrill to
having his butthole threatened.  He would fuck the girls, but in the end
he himself would be fucked.  Not in the sense that society imagined,
perhaps, by going to prison, but at the hands of a woman.  If there was
any poetic justice needed for his sins, that would certainly be it.  And
to know of it in advance, to be complicit in it, seemed to heighten
Steve's sense of passion.  Mutely he gave his consent, nodding his head
a little.  He saw a grin spread across Bob's face.
         "But not by him!" Steve said to Janice, pointing at her
husband.
         "Of course not, dear," Janice answered.  Steve hoped her words
were genuine.
         "What's this?" Brittney asked.  She had rolled back the closet
door and had fetched out a tight-looking garment.  It had crisscrossing
laces in back.
         "That's a corset, dear.  Especially sewn to your size.  At
least, your size as near as I could remember it," Janice said.  "Here,
I'll help you put it on."
         And she did.  Meanwhile the others dressed to, in the uniforms
Janice had purchased for them.  Laurie was adorned with a small fur
cape.  It tied around her neck, over a leather collar that she was also
made to wear; a dog's collar mixed incongruously with the luxury of the
cape. The garment dropped down as far as the middle of her back.  It was
lined with silk.  Laurie could pull the ends of the cape forward to just
cover her tits.  Not the entire width of her breasts but as far as her
pointy nipples.  The center of her body, where her breasts met, remained
naked, as did her belly, her hips, and her legs.  Janice fitted boots to
her feet.  They were black leather boots that came up to her knees.
         "You are the pupil," Janice said to Laurie, smiling down at the
wide-eyed girl.  "I suppose I could have chosen a school girl outfit for
you, a little dress perhaps and an abbreviated blouse, but I wished to
drape you in fur, in honor of your soon to be surrendered virginity. 
You must be given the best of treatment, right up to the moment when
your instruction begins.  Go look at yourself in the mirror.  Look how
beautiful you are in your little cape and boots."
         Laurie did.  She spun about in front of a full length bedroom
mirror, watching as her fur cape opened and flew with her twirling
motion.  Beneath the fur tied around her neck a glimpse of the servile
collar could be seen; a promise of what was to come, when she would be
absolutely naked, and suffering.  But for the moment she was all smiles,
delighting in her little cape and her calf-clasping boots, feeling
wonderfully wrapped and yet unwrapped at the same time, nude beneath her
simple, half-covering garments.  She stopped in place and drew her cape
over her breasts.  The squeezing middle of her tits, where her ample
conical flesh met, remained uncovered, even as she stretched the cape's
sides to hide her nipples.  Down below her gently panting ribs her flat
belly lay, beneath that, below the perfect dimple of her navel, her
crotch hair grew.  It was thin and wispy, new-grown, barely hiding her
cuntlips.  Laurie let go of her cape and thrust her hands down over her
cunt.  The cape sprang back, revealing her nipples again, the peaks of
her tits bounding forward as the pressure of her hands was removed.
         "Laurie!  I told you not to touch yourself," Brittney called. 
Janice was tying the girl into the corset she had chosen for her.  It
humped up her very large breasts, making them even larger-looking and
more inviting than they already were.  Meanwhile Bob, having taken a
testicle ring from a bureau drawer, was helpfully fitting the thing to
Steven.
         "This will keep you from spilling too soon," Bob said to
Steven.  The man gasped as Bob tightened the leather strap round the
uppermost part of his balls.  He didn't like being handled by Bob, but
the man had moved on him so quickly that he hadn't had time to resist. 
Now he stood haplessly, his cock jutting forth as Bob openly admired it,
pulling the strap even tighter around Steve's family treasure.
         "That's enough!" Steve cried, feeling the mounting pressure of
the thong.  It felt like his balls were about to burst.
         "It takes several tugs.  Once you've gotten used to one notch,
the next can be pulled through, until you're quite unable to spill."
         "Unless I'm fucking a virgin, in which case none of the above
applies," Steven groaned.
         "All the more reason to wear one," Bob said.
         Adorned in luxury, Laurie was taken downstairs.  She was led by
Bob.  Steven and Brittney had been taken down a few minutes earlier by
Janice so the woman could explain to them the use of the rooms.  Steven
worried that Bob might take advantage of Laurie, she was indeed a
delightful treat, and quite defenseless.  Janice assured him her husband
would not do that.
         "He wants your ass," Janice said to Steven.
         "Dammit I said that's off limits to him," Steven said.  Janice
smiled.  The sounds of Laurie's boots and Bob's footsteps were heard on
the basement steps.
         "I'm scared," Laurie was heard to say, as Steven and Brittney
and Janice waited for her in the schoolroom.
         "It's alright to be a little scared," Bob said consolingly to
the girl.  "But you must have courage too.  It is all necessary, if
you're not to be mired forever in childhood."
         "I'm tired of everyone calling me a child," Laurie said.
         "Yes.  Very good," Bob agreed.  "You will do well tonight,
then."
         As Laurie entered the room, Brittney seated herself in the big
swivel chair behind the teacher's desk.  Steve settled into the leather
proctor's chair.  The basement was a little chilly and he gasped as he
felt the coolness of the leather come into contact with his balls and
his ass.  Brittney, sitting down in the swivel chair bare-bottomed, had
a similar experience.  Its cool vinyl, touching against her ass and
cunt, made her give a small urgent sigh.
         But it was nothing to what Laurie had waiting for her.  Across
her simple metal school room chair, which was a folding chair, was a bag
of ice.  As she came into the room Janice picked up the bag; it wasn't
too heavy.  She walked to the back of the room and put the ice in a
cooler.  Poor Laurie!  By the time she'd taken in her surroundings the
ice was safely put away; she had not even noticed its presence on the
chair, or had not remembered it, which was just as bad.  Bob led her
mutely over to the metal chair assigned to her.  It was behind a wooden
school room desk, the old-fashioned kind that sits alone and by itself,
without having a chair physically attached to it.  Laurie, seeing the
old chipped wood, an ink well with a real bottle in it, and the studious
reassurance of an ancient feathered ink pen lying on the desk, breathed
a sigh of relief.  It was a school room of one's most childish
fantasies, a little one-room affair for personalized and individualized
instruction.  With a joyful spring in her steps Laurie broke away from
Bob and went to the desk.  Eagerly she sat down on the chair.
         For one second.  Then, feeling the cold contact of the
ice-frozen seat, Laurie bolted upright.
         "YO-HOOOOHOOOOO!" Laurie cried.
         "What's the matter?" Brittney, suppressing a giggle as she sat
behind the teacher's desk, asked.  Her voice was stern; Janice had
briefed her on how to conduct herself.
         "It's C-C-COLD!" Laurie cried, her eyes wide with discomfort. 
Her hands flew back to her bare behind and she rubbed it briskly.
         "Your bottom is cold?  We have an answer to that," Brittney
said.  Meaningfully she raised a whip that had been lying on her big
teacher's desk.
         "No the chair-- I mean my bottom too but--"  Laurie gasped. 
She looked at the whip Brittney was flourishing at her.
         "I see the young lady is complaining about the accommodations,"
Bob remarked to Janice.
         "She is spoiled, expects everything to be just right.  Look how
she dresses herself.  Does she think this is a fashion parade?  Doesn't
she know fur kills animals?" Janice answered.  The game had begun. 
Steve smiled happily, his cock stiff as a bone as he sat in the
comfortable chair, his balls uncomfortable but needfully tied; he might
have shot himself off just looking at how wonderfully frightened and
confused Laurie now was, still wearing her little fur cape, her big
bosoms wobbling lewdly in front of her, balloons looking for pins, her
hands briskly rubbing her bottom.
         "You will come lean over my desk and receive three strokes of
my whip.  That should warm you up sufficiently to sit in that chair,"
Brittney said to her companion in a high-pitched, child's voice.  To
Steve's surprise, Laurie stepped forward.
         "Very good," Janice complimented the blonde.  Steve watched as
Laurie stepped up to the desk.  Still holding her rear, she bent over
it.  She rested her cheek on the desk's hard surface.  Brittney came
around to the front of her desk, positioning herself at Laurie's back.
         "Take your hands away.  Or I'll hit them and the strokes won't
count," Brittney told the girl.
         Laurie let go of her rubbery cheeks.  She placed her palms on
the desk.  Bob, coming forward, gently took the girl's hands and pulled
them out in front of her and held them against the desk for her.  Still
wrapped in her soft-as-silk cape, which hung down to the middle of her
back, Laurie's bare bottom cheeks trembled.  Brittney drew back the whip
she held in her hand.  It had a thong of moderate width, not thin, for
that would have been quite painful, but not so thick as to uselessly
spread out the blow and lessen it to the point of play.  Brittney's hand
suddenly flashed forward.  The whip flew out; with a sharp crack,
echoing in the small confined schoolroom, it struck Laurie right on her
naked ass.  The blonde's head jerked up.  Her mouth opened in a
screaming howl.  At the same moment her hands tugged frantically in
Bob's grip.  She was suddenly desperate to cover her hiney again.  But
he held her firmly, which was quite easy.  She was only a frail
13-year-old, however wonderful her desk-pressing bosoms might be. 
Laurie was left to haplessly wriggle her bare injured ass, a red stripe
showing on it now, arcing across her white tenderness, Laurie's legs
stiffening with the pain and her feet rising up on tip toe.
         "HOOOOOOOOO!" Laurie cried, and you would have thought, hearing
it, that she'd sat on the cold chair again.
         "Bravo!" Bob said.  "Hit her again.  After she's felt the
fullness of the pain in her cheeks.  Let her have a moment to feel it,
to luxuriate in it."
         "Yes," Janice agreed, though she knew the new pupil was a long
way from learning to accept pain as a luxury.  It was so sharp, so
complete and unequivocally biting, so wonderfully able to drive out all
other thought.  But it would be years, perhaps, before the 13-year-old
understood the true benefits of a good whipping; how it could completely
erase all thoughts of a bad day at work.
         When an interval had transpired, an interval in which Laurie
kept crying out, jigging her bottom around as if she wanted more, though
in fact she was begging to be released, Brittney let her friend have the
whip again.  It licked across Laurie's seat.  Again it was a direct hit.
         "You are quite good with that thing," Janice complimented the
brunette.  Laurie did not appreciate Brittney's talent; her swooning cry
jolted upward in volume.  Her head snapped upward again, after falling
briefly to the desk.  Her ass danced a jig of wantonness that only the
best bar dancers could match.  Bob continued to hold the girl lightly
yet firmly, her small hands trapped by his grasp on her wrists, Laurie's
fingers wiggling helplessly, scratching at the surface of the teacher's
desk.
         "One more," Janice said to Brittney.  The brunette drew her
breath, held it, like a racer waiting for the starting gun.  As Laurie
volubly protested her entrapment, the whip fell a third time.  It struck
with considerable force; the 13-year-old whipmistress had determined to
make the third blow unforgettable.  Fortunately or unfortunately,
depending on one's view of things, it struck Laurie where it should, not
on her delicate arching back, where her spine lay, or on her thin-legged
thighs, so straight and vulnerably shoved against the desk.  It hit her
outjutting fat bottom, a ripe fat target seemingly hand-made for the
whip that struck a new line across it.
         "YEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!" Laurie shouted, her most desperate cry yet. 
Brittney walked forward to the desperately gyrating girl.  When her
motions had settled a little Brittney put a palm to her young friend's
bottom.
         "My, your seat is quite hot now, darling," Brittney said with
mock sympathy.
         "YEEEEEEK!  Ooooh!  Oooh!  Ooooh!" Laurie blubbered.  At the
touch of her friend's hand she had thought the whip was striking her
again, so jumpy was she in her emotions.  When she realized it was
something cool and soft she relaxed a little; as much as a hot-bottomed
victim could, her bottom still moving rapidly and with vigor, the cheeks
flexing in their redness, but no longer struggling so desperately
against Bob's grip.  That she did not now kick back at the girl who had
tormented her, with her long black boots so able to inflict damage if
she wished, was a good sign.  She was ready and eager to learn.  Not all
her screaming was as wilfully refusing as she would have had the others
belive.  She was not a truly unwilling captive.  She knew she had to
learn and minded only the intensity of the pain.  She enjoyed the
nakedness of her body, pressing against the hard desk.  She liked being
able to show off what for 13 years had remained hidden from all but her
mother's eyes.
         Bob let Laurie up from the desk.  He led her bottom-wobbling
back to the too cold chair.  He made her sit down.  Again she shouted at
the coldness of the seat but it was a relief now too, not just a
nuisance, with her bottom so ardently heated.  She sat upon it with
tears in her eyes.  Sniffling, she tried putting a hand to her cunt.
         "Do not touch yourself, Laurie," Janice admonished.
         "Have her sit with her legs apart so she cannot amuse her lips
with the pressure of her thighs," Bob advised.
         Brittney commanded it, in her high child's voice.  Laurie
obeyed.  She sat with legs apart, showing the lips of her tight little
virgin sex, as Janice told Brittney to discuss the subject of sexual
positions.  They were to be drawn in turn on the blackboard, and Laurie
questioned about each one.
         "Use the whip as an aid to memory," Janice told Brittney.  "If
your friend cannot correctly identify a given position, whip her
bottom.  One stroke for each mistake."
         "Ohhhh!" Laurie shouted, but Brittney was grinning, for as Bob
pointed out to her, in the drawer of the teacher's desk was a book full
of positions for intercourse, each one labelled in big letters so
Brittney could easily read it.
         Turning to the blackboard at the front of the room, Brittney,
who had done well in art class in her real school, sketched two
figures.  They were both lying down and the male figure was easily
indicated by the big appendage that Brittney drew coming straight from
his body, plunging into the figure beneath him.
         "What is this picture?"  Laurie, trembling with her legs apart,
using her hands to pull her cape forward to cover her nipples, stared at
it.  Then, after thinking hard a moment, shivering all the while, and
not just from the cold metal of her chair, she said,
         "The M position!"
         "What?" Brittney asked.
         "M...uh...um...Mission!" Laurie, who had secretly read one of
her mother's not-so-well-hidden books on the subject, announced.
         "Not right it's missionAIRY!" Brittney corrected, with an eager
swish of her whip, making the end of the word sound like something
involving birds.  But Janice said,
         "Close enough, Brittney.  You may stay in your seat, Laurie."
         "But it's cold," Laurie, whose bottom had cooled a little,
said.
         "Don't make any mistakes," Brittney warned.  She erased the
first two figures and drew two more, in pink chalk on the blackboard,
for there were a variety of colored chalks she could choose from.  When
she had finished her second artwork she said to Laurie,
         "What's this one?"  The blonde stared.  Her trembling
increased.  Her thighs drew closer.  Bob cleared his throat and Laurie
spread her legs wide again, showing her cunt, a frightened look coming
into her gaze.
         "People going to the bathroom in each other's faces... oh, I
don't know!" Laurie cried.
         "Give up?" Janice asked the shivering blonde.
         "NO!  I-- 88!" Laurie, gazing wildly about, shouted.  Brittney
let out a raucous, high laugh.
         "No silly!  69!" Brittney said.
         With trembling footsteps and tears already running down her
cheeks, Laurie was brought up to the teacher's desk again.  She was made
to bend over it.  Brittney came round, took aim, and let fly the whip. 
Laurie screamed and did a desperate, hip-wriggling dance, a new red line
adorning her bottom.  She still wore the luxurious little fur cape, but
it was becoming a kind of mockery of her condition, for she was
otherwise bare and her ass was quite pink now, with two big red slash
marks where Brittney had struck her with extra vigor.  This new blow was
of the vigorous kind and Laurie was not modest in her protesting of it. 
She made such a furor that Janice came forward and said,
         "Someday you must learn to take your lessons in complete
silence, my dear.  I suggest you begin practising now or you may feel my
hand wielding the whip, and I can hit much harder than a child."
         After this second administration of justice, however, Laurie
was unwilling to go back to her chair.  Bob could have pulled her but
Janice, growing restless, had a better idea:  she would begin to break
down the others.  She ordered Brittney to seat herself on the big
teacher's desk.  The girl obeyed, curiosity written on her face.  Janice
had her spread her legs.  She took off a pearl necklace hanging from her
neck, adorning her large woman's bosoms.  She approached Brittney with
it and told her to spread her legs even wider.  The girl was visibly wet
in her slit with excitement and moaned when Janice touched her there. 
After several minutes of skillful rubbing, when the corset-bound girl
with seemed about to explode pussy juice from between her bare legs,
Janice suddenly inserted one of the pearls on her necklace inbetween the
lips of Brittney's cunt.
         "OH!" Brittney shouted, looking down at this unexpected
intrusion.
         "One of the benefits of not being a virgin is that you can have
pretty things put in you, like jewels," Janice smiled.  To Steve's
ball-busting amusement, and Brittney's open-mouthed surprise, her sweet
little cuntlips were stuffed full of the pearls on Janice's necklace. 
When all but the end of the strand was up in her, a bit being left
hanging out of her cunt so the whole thing might be easily pulled out,
Janice told Bob to go upstairs and fetch a small pair of black lace
panties.  The garment was fetched; Janice diddling Brittney the whole
time they waited, the girl shivering with desire as the bit of the
necklace hanging out of her did a lewd little swinging to-and-fro
dance.  The panties were put on Brittney; up her legs, over her long
black boots, and up round her hips, the girl sliding down from the
teacher's desk as the panties were fitted into place.  They were already
tied; bows at her hips held the panties closed.  Through the translucent
fabric her brown bush could be seen; in back, the line of her tight
bottomcrack.  Brittney swooned as she felt the full weight of the pearls
inside her.  The panties kept them in her; that and the virgin-like
tightness of her little cunt's lips.  When she moved, she could feel the
baby-like pearls jiggle in her womb.  Her tummy remained flat but
everyone in the room was trying to picture what so lewdly filled her,
and how it must feel.  Then Janice removed a second strand of pearls
from around her wrist, a whole looping necklace of them, that had bound
her wrist four times round, like a kind of endless gauntlet or
bracelet.  She turned to Steve.
         "I want you to know what Brittney is feeling," Janice said to
Steve.  "I want you to have these up your bottom."
         Ten minutes later, after leaning awkwardly over the teacher's
desk, his big hard cock pressed against the side of it, Bob knew what
Brittney must feel like.  He had Janice's pearl necklace, which she had
worn as a bracelet, up his ass.  So that it might be pulled out of him
when he had to relieve his bowels, the end of it hung out, an
advertisement to all the world that his ass was being violated.  Bob was
quite amused by Steve's new ornament.  Steve needed no underwear, as
Brittney did, for the bottom is tighter than a cunt, even tighter than a
near-virgin's.  Brittney, for her part, looked like she had a little
penis inside her panties, for the end of the necklace was not up her and
was visibly hanging from between her legs.  Laurie laughed and looked at
both her lovers-to-be and said,
         "I don't want to be a virgin anymore, if I can wear jewels!" 
The sight was, indeed, deliciously lewd, as if Brittney and Steve had
graduated from some lewd course of instruction, and were adorned with
pride.  Steve did not like the pearls in his ass but he loved seeing
Brittney loaded, the thing hanging out of her small and penis-like.  It
was special and exciting, and it took a force of will for him not to
test the ability of his leather testicle ring to hold back his seed.
         Things were beginning to move now, and Janice was pleased by
it.  She had one pearl necklace left, wrapped around her other wrist. 
She made it clear to Laurie that the girl would get it; up her bottom if
her cunt were still protected by her hymen.
         "Oh, put it in me, then!  I want one too!" Laurie begged.
         "It will mean your bottom will no longer be virgin," Janice
told the girl.
         "I don't care," Laurie said.  Being required to sit with her
legs apart and to take the whip on her ass had excited her greatly,
despite her tears.  She asked that they might go upstairs and all share
the bed together, she receiving first the pearls in her ass and then
somebody's (she did not bother to specify which) penis in her cunt.  
         Janice was impressed by the young pupil's enthusiasm.  She
declared her to be a graduate of the school.  
         "You shall learn the other sexual positions as you are put into
them by a lover," Janice told Laurie.
         "Oh good," Laurie answered, rubbing her still-red ass.
         The spartan room of the school was unsuitable for the
lovemaking now planned; the dungeon beyond, which Laurie had not yet
even seen, was made for other things altogether.  So they went back
upstairs, Brittney in her black panties feeling the fulness in her womb,
Steve agitated by the pearls shoved up his ass; Laurie wishing for both,
having neither, both her holes and even her mouth still virgin.
         In the bedroom again, the master bedroom that Janice shared
with her husband, the hosts undressed.  The girls, excited as they were,
didn't mind the addition of another implement of love.  Steve gazed
rapturously at Janice's pin-up body as she got out of her clothing. 
Everyone helped both persons; eyes flashed with eagerness, hands moved
with the swiftness of loving accomplices.  When everyone was nude hands
roamed with abandon; the girls felt Janice as eagerly as they felt Bob. 
When everyone had suffered a finger in a private place, Janice
laughingly told them to disburse.  After they had done so she handed out
black felt masks; they would make love with the anonymity of them, not
really unknowingly but with perhaps a greater gusto owing to the fact
that the masks made some attempt to conceal their identity; reducing
them to bodies without faces.  Steve felt his penis stem more ardently
as Janice tied a mask to his face.  Across from him, Brittney's breasts
seemed to loom larger than ever as Bob tied a mask on her.  Laurie had
to be told again not to play with herself.  A mask tied over her own
face, her fingers slid through her pubic hair anxiously.
         As if to inspire the group, Janice walked up to Bob and
embraced him.  It must have worked for, as they parted, a moment later,
Laurie, testing the limits of her virginity, reached out and grasped
Bob's penis. 
         "I think we should have a wienie roast," Laurie said.  The
thing that made Bob's cock flex with delight was the way the girl said
it.  Quite seriously, examining the big stiff pestle of flesh in her
hand as she said it, gazing at the end of him, at his pee hole, like a
rabbit staring into the barrel of a gun.  Steve, who had embraced
Brittney in the meanwhile, and made her shout when he reached back and
pinched her bare behind as he kissed her, now walked hand-in-hand with
the brunette over to her friend.  Seeing the second cock in the room
within reaching, Laurie stretched her hand out and took it, as best she
could, holding onto the pulsing first one at the same time.  She looked
first at the one, then at the other, drawing them closer together.  The
heads bumped.  Bob looked at Steve.
         "Hopefully you don't have anything I can catch," Bob said.
         "I don't," Steve said.
         Like a girl with two prize animals, Laurie began stroking the
two men's cocks, all the while keeping her small fists'  hold on them. 
The men groaned.  It was quite pleasurable to have themselves fondled in
any event, and having it done by a ripe cherry virgin was a rare
delight.  For Bob more than Steve, who arched forward as he was touched
and bumped against Steve again.
         "Sorry," Bob said.
         "It's alright," Steve answered.
         How strange and delicious it all was, Steven thought, as he
stood there being grasped and held and fondled by a 13-year-old girl,
another 13-year-old in his hand, his cock bumping against another man's
dick as Janice's necklace made its presence felt, jiggling a little as
it lodged in his anus.  Steve only needed someone to kiss him, and
Janice did that, stepping forward now that she was free of her husband's
embrace and taking him in turn.  Brittney, delighted by their kiss,
stroked Steven's behind.  She watched how the manipulation of Laurie
made Steven's bare ass jerk and move in her hand.  Steven was getting it
at both ends now, and more, a 13-year-old pleasuring his dick, another
one touching his ass, Janice's necklace shifting inside him whenever he
squeezed his butt and Janice herself kissing his mouth.  Meanwhile,
Bob's cockhead bumped provocatively against his again, letting them mix
and share spermy pre-cum even as Steve shared saliva with his wife's
mouth.
         It was a precious moment.  They all realized it.  None of them
wanted it to end, even if some of them were getting more than others. 
It promised well for the night.  If only they could keep something like
this going all night, Janice thought to herself, as she kissed
Brittney's boyfriend.  With one hand Janice reached out and touched
Brittney's right tit.  She pinched the girl's nipple provocatively,
making her shout as she had shouted just minutes before when Steve
pinched her rear.  With her free hand, the one that was not on Steve's
ass, Brittney responded.  She reached up and took the tip of the woman's
large breast in her hand, feeling its wonderful weight even as the woman
now massaged her own.  Brittney pinched Janice's left nipple.  Janice
gave a sigh, which exhaled into Steve's mouth.  Gradually the two then
began to milk each other's tits, Brittney doing Janice's left as the
woman did Brittney's right.  Back and forth, back and forth the
soon-established rhythm proceeded, two cows "doing" each other in their
two separate stalls.
         Steve's hands were busy too.  As Brittney, with her right hand,
retaliated against his earlier pinch by beginning to squeeze and then
pinch his hard manly ass, he reached out and stroked Janice's flat
belly.  He did that with his left hand, feeling its gentle inviting
swell, while with his right he now reached out and felt Laurie's.
         "If you two have skipped your birth control I'm going to have
you both pregnant by morning," Steve warned the two women.  Janice
giggled.  Laurie looked frightened.  As she kissed Steve, Janice assured
the girl that she'd give her a pill before the "festivities" began.
         "And you, Brittney?" Janice asked the brunette, when she came
up for air with Steve.  The brown-haired girl looked up at the woman.
         "I guess I'll need one too," Brittney said.
         Reluctantly Janice left off her embrace with Steve.  Her tit
wiggled free of Brittney's still-pinching hand and she went to the
master bathroom where she and her husband had shared so many adventures,
and where she herself made sure she took her daily pill.  She returned
with two pills and two glasses of water.  Laurie was still examining the
twin penises, comparing their lengths and their girths (which were quite
similar), playing with them a little and teasing them to spill. 
Meanwhile Brittney, Janice's jewels still up her own cunt, the end of
them hanging out in a teasing strand, had taken to touching and wiggling
the strand that was sticking out of Steve's behind.  Up inside him the
little pearls rearranged themselves, due to the compression of his ass
and her playing.  It was a bizarre feeling, but one Steve would not have
surrendered just yet, still enjoying its strangeness.  He was stiff in
front, yet opened behind, stuffed and yet waiting to stuff.
         "Here, girls, each of you take one," Janice said, holding out
her hand with the two pills as she balanced the two glasses in her other
hand.  Laurie let go of the men's dicks.  She wiped her hands on her
belly (for their sweat and some of their pre-cum had gotten on her
hands).  Then she reached out and plucked a pill from Janice's hand. 
Looking up at the woman with her big blue eyes, she put the pill on her
tongue, which she extended in an exploring, tentative way from her
mouth, as if testing a Sweet and Sour candy.  When she had accepted the
pill on her tongue, putting it there herself, Janice gave her one of the
glasses.  Laurie took it with both hands.  Childlike she drank, as the
two men watched her gulping delicate throat, her quivering breasts, and
(most of all) her gently undulating flat little belly.  Brittney was
next.  She too drank with both hands holding the glass, and looked up at
Janice as she drank.  When she was finished she repeated something
Laurie had just done:  she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
         "Ahhhh!  I was thoisty!" Laurie announced.
         "It's probably silly to ask, but do either of you know of any
diseases you might have picked up?" Janice asked the two girls.
         "Nope," Laurie said, with the self-assurance of a complete
virgin.
         "Um, I don't THINK so," Brittney said in a high-pitched voice.
         "Well then we're ready to proceed," Janice said.  "And what a
wonderful time we shall have!  No need for condoms then, unless they're
for the sake of pleasure.  I have a special delight for you
girls--constructed like the school room downstairs when I heard you both
were coming.  We have a handyman.  It is so nice-- he can build whatever
perversions I conceive.  Come with me!"
         Janice's friendly, beckoning voice lured the two girls.  They
let her take their hands.  She walked them from the room into a second
room, just down the hall.  The men followed, and as they walked Bob,
with a friendly smile, took Steve's hand.
         "I really hope you're not gay," Steve said as the man grasped
him.
         "Hey-- you're the one with something stuck up your ass," Bob
answered.
         In the other room a surprise waited for all of them.  Except
for Bob, who had helped the handyman install it.  In the middle of the
room was a partition.  It was made of wood.  From a nearby couch Janice
picked up two throw pillows.  She dropped them in front of the wall. 
There were two holes in the wall, down low.  The holes had been
thoughtfully lined with felt.
         "I would like to know if you men can figure out which girl is
which, when they have their heads through that wall," Janice said to her
husband and Steve, as they came into the room.  "A bit of brown dye in
Laurie's pubic hair will, I think, make her match her friend.  Then it
will be up to you men to decide which ass belongs to which girl." 
Janice looked at the two young females.  "Are you game?" she asked the
girls.  Brittney reached out and took Laurie's hand and squeezed it.  
         "Yes!" Brittney said, for both of them.  At the same time she
squeezed her bottomcheeks, flexing them inwards.  Laurie was a total
virgin, but Brittney had gone on adventures that had required her to
force things up her ass.  Would her bottom hole give her away?  Was it,
perhaps, now bigger than Laurie's?  Or was it simply more receptive,
more willing to open?  Brittney hoped she was as snug as before, and
squeezing herself, felt reassured.  She certainly felt tight back
there.  But at the same time there was, she sensed, a kind of
willingness she had not had before.  A desire to be tested there in a
way that a virgin wouldn't understand.
         "Who will have us?" Laurie, wondering who her soon-to-be lost
cherry would go to.  Her eyes searched between the two penis-hard men.
         "Do you have a preference?" Janice asked the girl.
         "I do!" Steve said.
         "You must choose, and choose correctly," Janice said, turning
and addressing the 40-year-old man.
         "He wants me, naturally," Brittney, realizing she was no longer
preferred to the virgin Laurie, said with a kind of wry smile.
         "You will both have plenty of penis by morning," Janice said. 
She grinned at the girls.  "And not just from the men, if I have my
way."
         "What do you mean?" Laurie asked.  Puzzlement showed on her
face, as well as on Brittney's.
         "Have you girls ever heard of a strap-on dildo?" Janice asked. 
Her face was a picture of sweetness and light, like a mother asking two
girls if they'd heard of the Cookie Monster.
         "Noooo," Laurie and Brittney both said.
         "Well perhaps you will become acquainted with the device before
the night is out," Janice said.  "Now Laurie, let's get you into the
guest room bathroom and put a little dye in your pubic hair, seeing if
we can match it to Brittney's.  Then we'll see how well these two men,
Steve especially, know their girls."
         "Yes but which will you choose, Steven?" Laurie asked the man,
in all honesty and with childishly sincere interest.
         "Why you, of course, silly.  You're the virgin," Brittney said.
         "I'd like to have you both," Steve said.
         "We must get you dyed first, down here, or there'll be no game
at all," Janice said.
         "If you weren't here I could have them both," Steve said to
Bob.
         "Relax," Bob said.  "I think my wife is a fair trade for a stab
at one of your little girlfriends."
         Steve turned and looked at the woman as she led the two girls
into an adjoining bathroom.  He gazed at the mouthwatering roll of her
hips, saw a flicker of flesh through her cascading dark hair as her
breasts bounced on her chest.
         "She is quite a prize," Steve said.
         "So it's a trade?" Bob asked.  His penis quivered in
expectation.
         "Sure," Steve said.  "But I want first crack at trying to pick
Laurie."
         "Be my guest," Bob said.  He looked at the two girls, who, in
all honesty, with their child-wide hips wiggling as they now went
giggling into the bathroom, looked almost like sisters.  Both were about
the same height, they were of course the same age and in the same
grade.  They liked similar tween girl things, as best Bob could guess,
and they spoke in similar child-squeaky voices.  Only their hair gave
them away, and the relative size of their breasts.  Laurie was
brilliantly golden brown, Brittney a demure brunette.  While Brittney
had the larger breasts, Laurie seemed to be catching up fast, or so
Steve told Bob when the girls were ensconced behind a closed door in the
bathroom with Janice.
         "Mmmm.  Two growing girls," Bob said, nodding when Steve told
him about Laurie's wonderfully blossoming breasts.
         "It makes me want to rub myself, thinking of how her tits have
grown," Steve said.  He reached out and took hold of himself.  Bob felt
a similar need.
         "Allow me," Bob said.  He reached for Steve's dick.  They were
standing just close together enough that he managed to grab hold of it,
even with Steve's hand on it, before Steve could jerk back his hips.
         "Hey!" Steve said.
         "You want to rub yours, I want to rub mine.  Why don't we, just
this once, trade and rub each others?" Bob asked.
         "Because it's gAY!" Steve said.  His voice rose to a high
pitch, girl-like, as he felt Bob manipulate him in an unexpected and
extremely pleasurable way.  "Don't make me cum!" Steve gasped.  He
relented, saying that.  It was just too enjoyable, he realized, to
protest now.  He watched himself as Bob rubbed him with the expertise of
one who had, in fact, felt other men's cocks.
         "Feels good, doesn't it?" Bob said.
         "Where did you learn to--?" Steve gasped, now almost on the
brink of cumming.
         "From my wife," Bob said.  But he smiled, inwardly.  To himself
he said the real answer, "Oh, from our yard boy, and from our handy man,
and from the lifeguard at the pool who wanted a little 'extra income.'" 
Looking at Steve, Bob said, "It's not really gay if you've never done it
before.  It's just experimentation.  Everyone's allowed to experiment."
         Steve groaned with desire.  He clamped his butt, feeling
Janice's jewels pleasuring his rectum with their little pearl-round
movements.  
         "H- Have you ever done it before?" Steve gasped.
         "No," Bob lied.
         "Then  I guess it's okay," Steve said.
         "Feel mine," Bob said.  "I want to know what it feels like."
         "Okay," Steve said.  His balls were roiling.  In retaliation
now, he began to massage Bob.  If he was going to cum, Bob had better
cum too.  Janice's husband smiled and groaned.  Steve had no skills, but
the pure innocence of his touch was enough to send Bob ballistic.  He
felt his own eggs begin to boil.  If they didn't stop, they would spoil
what Janice had in store for them.
         As Bob's hand stroked outward to the end of Steve's dick, the
40-year-old man put a gift of pre-cum into his hand.
         "Nice," the older man said to Steve.
         "Thanks," Steve answered, his voice very awkward now, his balls
right on the brink of spending.
         "What if I don't let go of you and you shoot yourself in my
hand?" Bob asked Steve.  "Can you come up again?"
         "I-- maybe when I was younger," Steve said.
         "Not even for a virgin?" Bob asked.
         "I-- God!" Steve gasped.  "Don't say that.  I'm so close now. 
Even the word makes me want to cum!"
         "So if I don't let go of you, then it's all over for you," Bob
said.  Steve rubbed the man more briskly.
         "And for you too, 'cause I'll yank you off if you make me
spill!" Steve said.
         "I love having someone pull hard on my dick," Bob said.
         "Sure.  Well try this," Steve said.  But the tug he gave Bob
was only a gentle one, for just then, despite his best efforts, he
suddenly jerked and exploded into an orgasm.
         "Gentlemen!  Gentlemen!" Janice said, opening the bathroom door
to giggles from the girls as Steve lost himself.  
         "Ooooh!  He's doing it!" Laurie, clapping her hands to her
face, announced.
         "No, he's masturbating himself on my clean carpet," Janice
corrected.  Steve blushed.  Abjectly he looked at the two girls and the
woman standing in the doorway of the bathroom, the bright bathroom
lights illuminating the girls like princesses, Janice standing between
them like Diana herself, huddling two virgins.
         "Oh, Steve!  How could you?" Brittney asked.  As if in silent
admission that things would now be different, she let one of her hands,
which had jumped to her mouth when she saw him, drop down past her belly
and fondle her pubic hair.  There was one less cock now, no matter how
you sliced it:  Steven would not be ready again for awhile.
         Angrily Steve yanked on Bob, even as he continued to lose
himself on the carpet.  Bob smiled; liking the punishment.  He arched
himself out more toward the young man.  
         "I know just how to get rid of that thing," Steve said.  He
dropped to his knees, putting his knees into the puddle of sperm he was,
even now, still making on the floor.  With himself mired in himself, he
popped Bob's big thing in his mouth.  Bob was so shocked by this that a
moment later he was cumming:  being sucked by Steven was one of the
things he'd wanted from the young man all along, but he'd never expected
to get it.  Certainly not this early in the evening. The thought that
Steve might bite into him heightened his sense of the unexpected and,
consequently, his enjoyment.  But Steve was not that cruel.  He simply
wanted to make sure, by fair means or foul, that Bob did not have the
strength he now lacked.  As soon as Bob began cumming, Steve pulled the
man out of his mouth.  He did not want him to experience the pleasure of
Steve's wet mouth, cumming into it, but he did still want to make sure
Bob lost himself as completely as Steven had.  So, oblivious to the fact
that Bob was getting all over his face and chest, he pumped him with his
hand, until Bob was as visibly exhausted as Steve had become.
         "So that's how you do it!" Laurie gasped.
         Janice and Brittney laughed.  
         "No dear that's just a blow job," Janice told the girl.
         "And a hand job," Brittney added.
         "Oh," Laurie said.
         "Well.  We're even now," Steve said, rising up out of the
puddle he'd made, which Bob had now added to.
         "What about us?" Brittney asked plaintively.
         Janice patted Brittney and Laurie's heads.  If anyone else had
done that, anywhere else, the young tweens might have been offended, but
they had begun to feel a certain erotic bond with Janice and so they
didn't complain.  
         "There's still me, and I can be as hard and penetrating as any
man with my strap-on," Janice said.  The two girls looked up at her.
         "No, I don't think so," Brittney said.  Laurie simply stared,
artlessly innocent of what was being offered, even to the point of
understanding it.
         "How about if I use a small one, and do your bottoms?" Janice
asked.  She looked at Laurie.  "That way you would still be a virgin."
         "Do it!" Bob said.
         "I don't think you've exactly got standing to decide this,"
Steve said in a slightly disgusted voice to the other man.
         "It will help the men come up, if they see me fucking you,"
Janice said to Brittney.  Laurie gasped, innocent as ever, as Brittney
considered the matter and then, silently and half-heartedly, nodded a
'yes.'
         "The cruelty of the thing is that you will get no pleasure from
it," Janice smiled, speaking to the girls now as one might over tea. 
"Brittney I want my jewels back from you first.  There is not going to
be a lot of room and I don't know if you're ready for having yourself
plugged in both places at once.  We'll start small, and see what we can
work up to."
         "Oh, I've already done things like this a little," Brittney
said.  She put a hand to her belly.  "Please can I keep your necklace?"
         "Oh.  So you have had your bottom penetrated before?  But that
was just on Elaine's see-saw, with a toy, wasn't it?"
         "No, I've had it elsewhere since," Brittney said.
         "Oh alright," Janice answered, patting the girl on her head
again, which would have upset Brittney, had she not just agreed to let
this same woman give her a fake penis up her behind.  "I want both of
you on your hands and knees.  Put your heads through the holes," Janice
said.  "I'm going into the bathroom again, to put on my dildo.  I want
to try to figure out which of you is which."  Janice looked at Bob and
Steve.  "You two supervise."
         "Don't take Laurie's virginity," Steve warned.
         "Of course not, dear.  Not her precious hymen," Janice said. 
"I would never take what you men so value."
         Janice disappeared.  The men led the girls over to the two
holes.  They let them decide which of them would go in which hole,
though in truth the holes were identical.  When the girls were settled,
their rumps sticking lewdly out the backs of the holes, their heads
hidden on the other side of the wall, along with their arms and their
breasts, Bob unlatched a section of wall.  He lowered it.  It was light,
easily moved by someone grasping it.  It slid down close to each girl's
back, fitting snugly, so that she could no longer withdraw her head from
hole in the wall through which she had so recently crawled. 
         "Hey!" Brittney cried, realizing she was was now held round her
waist by the wall.
         "Oook!  Let me up!" Laurie shouted.  Bob and Steve laughed.
         "It's not time to walk the dog yet," Bob said with a sly grin.
         "Settle down, puppies," Steve laughed.  The girls didn't take
kindly to the men's brutish sense of humor, but what could they do? 
Their efforts to crawl forward, or backward for that matter, simply
caused their young bottoms to wiggle, further delighting the men. 
Steve, still laughing, went and got Janice from the bathroom.  
         Bob's wife emerged from the bathroom with a hard rubber penis
wiggling stiffly between her legs, which was more than either of the men
could boast, despite their lusty sense of humor.  And it was a big one,
too.  At the last minute she was unable to resist putting on the largest
of her selection, even if it meant giving the girls much more than they,
or even she, had bargained for.
         The two men whistled when they saw the size of Janice's penis. 
It was enough to make a stud horse proud.  But unfortunately for the two
girls, who knelt poised with their heads on the other side of the
partition, neither man offered his admiration in words.  The girls,
thinking the men were simply teasing Janice, were clueless about the
size of the thing that awaited them.   
         "Eeeney meeney miney moe," Janice smiled, walking up behind the
girls, trying to decide which of their wiggling bottoms to try first. 
Suddenly the girl on the left let out a squeal.  Janice guessed it must
be the virgin Laurie.  She knelt down on a pillow which Bob presented to
her, from the couch.  Of course the carpet was probably sufficient
protection, but Bob, and Janice, revelled in doing nasty things in
complete luxury.
         "The point of all this is lost a little, since I can't lose
myself in mid-stream and miss out on fucking the other girl," Janice
commented to Bob and Steve.  "Oh you should have seen once when I had
the gardener in here doing two neighborhood girls.  He wanted both-- how
he labored in the first, trying to hold himself back so he could have
the second too!  Then to all our surprise, including his, when he came
in the first he remained hard.  That's what life's like for a
16-year-old boy, I guess."
         There was another virginal squeak, again from the bent-over
girl on the left.
         "Laurie.  I'm coming in now," Janice said.
         "Oh I'm Brittney!" came the voice on the left, and the girl on
the right, previously silent, suddenly exploded in half-terrified
giggles.
         "Brittney!  Well I've guessed wrong then," Janice reproved
herself.  "There must be some punishment for me guessing wrong."
         "No, give me the punishment!" Brittney squealed.  She bent
lower in her hole, arching her bottom more.  Though Janice could not see
it, the girl bit her lip.  Unfortunately for Brittney, despite trying to
mentally prepare herself, she did not know just how big the object was
that was now poised at her rear.
         "Really?" Janice asked, hoping for permission to penetrate the
young girl with such a big thing.  
         "Yes!" Brittney cried.
         "Oh do me too!" Laurie gasped, wiggling her behind in
invitation, like a little sister eager to keep up.
         Janice reached out and stroked the proffered bottoms, arching
her hips forward, pressing her cock menacingly to Brittney's rump,
indenting the girl's right cheek, forcing her to squeal again.  For the
first time Brittney began to sense the size of the thing pressing
against her, but still thinking Janice was keeping her word to do her
with a small cock, Brittney told herself it was just her imagination.
         "Mmmm.  Please punish me," Brittney gasped.
         "Me too!" Laurie pleaded.
         "Well if you insist, but I warn you-- this penis can't be
exhausted like a man's can.  If I wish I can keep doing you all night!"
         "Oh God!" Brittney cried.
         "Ooook!  I don't think I want that much punishment," the
copy-cat Laurie suddenly cried.  But Janice was now in love with the
idea.  She ordered the two men to bring her lubricant from the
bathroom.  With their own cocks still dangling uselessly between their
legs, she ordered them to "grease her up," using a butch-like voice. 
When the men were finished, the two girls squealing and wiggling their
bottoms all the while, Janice reached out and stilled the girls, as best
she could, and had each man take one bottom and lubricate its hole with
his finger.
         "At least your fingers are still stiff!" Janice laughed,
looking at the two men's dicks.
         "When we're up again, you're going to get the fucking of your
life," Bob assured Janice.
         "Not with two little girls begging for it I'm not," Janice
said.  "I know you men.  I know how you think.  You can't threaten me,
especially not with those limp things."
         But strangely, Janice's words were now beginning to work magic
on the men.  Both men's cocks began to rise, as they  reamed the
wiggling bottoms of the girls.  In deference to Steve, Bob had let him
have the virgin Laurie's behind.  But then after lubricating Brittney,
Bob insisted they switch girls.  
         "To get their asses really good," Bob said.
         "Not that you would know anything about fucking assholes,"
Steve said.
         "Only my wife's," Bob said.  
         When the men were done with the girls they couldn't help
themselves; they pushed Janice over, forcing her head to the carpet, and
insisted on oiling her bottom hole too.
         "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Stop!" Janice cried, but in the hands of two
determined men she could do nothing but accept, opening herself to their
intrusion.  Each man did her in turn, both helping the other in holding
her down.  When she was well-oiled they let her up again.
         "Let that remind you of our power as men," Bob said.
         "Oh you're both hard again!" Janice cried.  And they were. 
Both pulsed with life, their strong hard penises a picture of their
former selves.  "You must have the girls," Janice insisted.  "Steve,
pick first.  No, wait.  Both of you into the bathroom.  I want the girls
to have a chance at rearranging themselves.  If anything else it will
keep either one from being jealous at who you pick first, Steve.  And
don't say which you prefer.  Let it forever be a mystery to the girls
who, at the last minute, you might have liked to have as your first fuck
of the night.  And who knows?  You may pick wrong."
         When the men had left, the girls whispered at what they should
do.  But Janice, overhearing them, said,
         "Don't move, girls.  He might expect me to switch you and I
think it will be easier if I just leave you as you are.  I know how to
outwit men."
         "Oh but what if he picks Brittney first?" Laurie whined,
clearly intent now on outdoing her "sister".
         "So what if he does?" Brittney answered, frowning at her
friend.
         "I deserve to be first.  I'm a virgin!" Laurie told Brittney. 
The brunette stuck her tongue out at her.
         "I'm a virgin!" Brittney said in a derisory voice.  "Not for
long you aren't!"
         "Girls!  Girls!" Janice said, walking around to the other side
of the partition.  The girls looked up and gasped.  For the first time
they saw what had awaited them.  A cock that would make a donkey proud. 
The girls shouted with gasping admiration and fear.  It looked lovely,
this big thing between the utterly feminine Janice's legs, and yet
deadly too.  But Janice had other things on her mind at this point. 
"Kiss and make up," she told the girls.  "I don't want you quarrelling. 
You're here to learn about love, not how to misbehave on the
playground."  The girls blinked and nodded.  They realized they were
close enough to obey.  In their kneeling positions they now arched
towards each other, stretching out their necks, and kissed.
         "Mmmm.  Ooooh.  I'm sowwy," Brittney told Laurie, amidst their
kissing lips.
         "I'm sorry took," Laurie said, mangling the word 'too' as she
said it, for Brittney's tongue popped into her mouth.  
         "Yes.  Kissing is nice, isn't it?  Especially when one is hot
with desire," Janice said.  Her big rubber cock wobbled above the girls
as they continued to kiss.  The girls' kiss lasted and deepened, tongue
to tongue, the two of them mewling happily, their pendant breasts
wiggling, until the men opened the bathroom door.
         "We're done peeing.  Are they done switching?" Bob asked.
         "All done," Janice grinned, and came out from behind the
partition.  Amidst sighs of lips parting from the girls, Steve asked,
         "What were those two girls doing?"
         "Kissing, dear.  They were mean to each other and they had to
kiss and make up," Janice said.  Embarrassed laughter sounded from
beyond the partition as the girls realized what they had done, and how
much they'd enjoyed it.  But Janice's mind was already elsewhere again
and she said to the men, "Now pick which bottom you prefer."  She looked
at the men's penises.  "Ah I see you're both lubed, very good."
         "We did each other," Bob said.
         "Yeah," Steve confessed with a blush.
         "But not to the point of spending this time.  Good," Janice
said.  She turned, as if presenting the two bent-over girls as gifts. 
"Pick which little ass you want and give her your best!"
         "I'm not a little ass!" Laurie said loudly.  It was followed by
an immediate "Ooops!"
         "Back into the bathroom men," Janice said.  "The girls must
switch again!"
         "Damn!  Now I'm totally confused," Steve remarked, when the men
again came from the bathroom, staring at the two young children's
bottoms.  But in truth Janice had kept the girls right where they were,
just as before, like two little heifers all penned in and ready for
impregnation.
         "Good!  I'm glad you're confused.  Now take one, and Bob, you
take the other after Steve chooses.  If you both hold out like fine
young 16-year-olds you can switch after you've given each girl you're
best."
         "Don't count on it," Bob said, with the wisdom of someone who
was 45.
         "I wish," Steve agreed.
         "Down you go!  Kneel and fuck!" Janice ordered the men.
         "Ooooh no!" a voice piped up, and Steve, having taken the
bottom on the right, suddenly realized it was Laurie's.
         "Laurie!" Steve said, grinning.
         "Oh god!" Brittney, realizing she would get Bob, gasped.  She
sensed a certain roughness in Bob that she wasn't sure of-- that and a
certain masculine gayness.  It frightened her and she bucked as Janice's
husband grasped her behind.
         "Easy, easy," Bob said.  "I'm only doing your twat right now. 
Let me pull out Janice's necklace."
         Steve, grabbing holding of Laurie's wiggling behind, to a
gasping scream from the girl, looked up at Janice.
         "Which hole?" Bob asked.
         "Whichever you prefer, although you might find you're too big
for her back hole.  She's virgin all round.  You have quite a job ahead
of you."
         "Mmm," Steve said with a delighted grin.  But it was mixed with
a little fear.  If Bob could make him cum so quickly, surely Laurie
might finish him off before he intended.  Could he even fit himself up
such a tight untried little twat?  It had been awhile since he'd had
anything this young, despite all his efforts.  Now that it was in his
hands, albeit bucking and pleading now for mercy, he was a little afraid
of how well (or poorly) he might perform.
         "With a virgin there's not a lot of pleasure involved, dear,"
Janice told the man.  "Just do her. She'll learn to take pleasure from
it later."
         "Oh I twink I haf to go hooome now!" Laurie squealed, as she
felt Steve's penis jab into her little ass crack.
         "Just as soon as I do this.  Ooops, I'm too high," Steve said,
and corrected his aim, jutting into her little lips.
         "YEEEEEEK!" Laurie shouted responsively.
         "Ohhhh GOD!" Brittney cried, as Bob, preferring the back route,
stabbed into Brittney's shit hole.  "No not there!" Brittney gasped, but
Bob jutted deeper.
         "Hurry!  He's getting ahead of you!" Janice urged Steven.
         "Oh Gawd my HYMEN!" Laurie shouted, feeling Steve press against
her maidenhead up within her tight-parting lips.
         "Amen to your hymen," Steve growled.  And that was it.  A
moment later, despite Laurie's protestations, he was through her tender
little covering, which she had loosened with her passion for riding
horses.  Brittney screamed in accompaniment to Laurie's cries, feeling
Bob stuff himself up her shithole with his gay cock.  Janice, meanwhile,
fondled her pussy with her strap-on's strap, rubbing it between her legs
until it was wet.
         Kneeling beside Steven, probing deeper and deeper now in
Brittney's cunt, Bob grunted,
         "'Nother day, 'nother ass."  Brittney, hearing it, cried, from
the other side of the wall,
         "Oooh!  YOu are a faggot!" her voice uneven, her eyes squinting
now under the pressure in her rear, Laurie gaping at her in abject
sympathy as she felt her cunt violated by Steve.  "Get out of my ass you
fag!" Brittney shouted, for the man was deep in her now, and reaming her
with a previously unfelt depth and determination.
         "Are you a fag?" Steve asked, looking over at the man as he
struggled to go deeper in Laurie, even as he tried to hang on to his
sperm until he was fully up her.
         "Yes and I'm going to give your little girlfriend here a really
good faggot-type reaming, not what you limp-dicked straight guys give."
         "OOOOH!  AHHHHH!  ACK!" Brittney cried, in obvious agreement
that what she was getting now was something utterly beyond what she'd
had before.  The strands of pearls in her cunt weren't helping, using up
what little room this young child had.  Janice, sensing that Brittney
might be split if she wasn't able to offer more space in herself, bent
down and slowly drew out her pearls.  In the process she tickled the
girl's cunny, her special spot, sending Brittney into screaming
transports of pleasure.
         "Ooooh!  Pwease!  Enuf!" Laurie, without any such manipulation
of her little spot, yelled as she suffered the deeper intrusion of
Steve's cock.  She knew nothing of what to expect, unlike Brittney who,
though taken to new heights, had at least felt a penis before.  As
Laurie gasped for mercy and Brittney begged Bob not to push himself so
deep, the two men came, both of them cumming in sympathy with the
realization that the man beside him was cumming.  The girls were so
tight that the men were milked fully; even moreso than they had managed
to do to each other on the carpet.  When at last they pulled from their
fillies there was no hope at all of them giving either one sloppy
seconds, not even of Brittney's still to be tried cunt, or Laurie's
ass.  However, there was one other combatant who had yet to enter the
fray.
         "My turn," Janice said.
         "Oh let me upppp!" Brittney gasped, as the woman knelt down
behind her.  Janice probed Brittney between her legs with the hard
rubber phallus.  The dick pressed into Brittney's lips.  "YEEEEEK!" 
Brittney cried, feeling its pressure against her cunt, its imperative,
its implacability which would never lessen no matter how much she worked
herself on it.  Janice gave a jerk, then another, then a third, each
with man-like vigor.  Suddenly the rubber thing went up into Brittney. 
Her cunt, despite it's tightness, had just been freed from the strand of
pearls.  It was wet with desire.  Her hunger made the entry of the
monster just possible without wrecking her.
         "Oh I don't want anything in my BOTTOM!" Laurie meanwhile
cried.  But Bob and Steve, eager to see the deed done, even if they
themselves couldn't accomplish it, held the girl down by her hips.  They
kept her from crawling out of her hole as Janice gave Brittney the ride
of her life on the big horse-sized dildo.  It would be a cruel thing,
putting such a large phallus up Laurie's utterly virgin behind, but the
men were too far-gone in their heads with lust to care.  As for Janice,
she was utterly entranced with the idea of fucking Brittney.  Would she
regain her senses in time to avoid splitting Laurie? 
         Now a certain intimacy prevailed between Janice and Brittney,
unfelt before by the girl, despite her previous adventures.  The woman
with her phallus, still wearing her mask and quite unable to see the
girl, except for her rump, was as hard and rude as any man.  She sluiced
in and out of Brittney, oblivious to the girl's tightness, except for
the effort it required on the part of her back-and-forth thrusting
hips.  There was nothing to feel as a result of Brittney gripping the
shaft, for it was rubber, though Brittney was without the luxury of not
feeling anything, having the big rubber thing deep up inside her.
         "Ah yes, I could do this all night," Janice sighed.
         "I couldn't!" Brittney said truthfully, for even now the thing
felt like it was going to burst her.  She could feel Bob's sperm leaking
out of her butthole.  She felt dirty and depraved, little Laurie howling
beside her about the sanctity of her ass.
         "Get me a smaller one for the virgin's bottom," Janice
instructed the men, her voice calm and without emotion as she shafted
Brittney.
         "Oh I don't want anything!" Laurie, on her hands and knees
beside Brittney and looking over at her friend, cried aloud, as if she
were at a take-out window and could refuse what her friend was having. 
But Brittney was close to another orgasm.  Janice might not be able to
feel anything, except the excitement of her quivering body in her hands,
and the bumping of her soft ass against her pelvis, but Brittney was
pierced now right up to her womb.  Her mouth let out cry after cry, her
eyes alternately bulged and fluttered closed.
         "Mmmm.  I wish I could do it again," Laurie gasped, suddenly
changing her tune, seeing how much her friend was now enjoying the act.
         "Would you like to be fucked in your puss again?" Janice,
hearing, asked from the other side.
         "Oh yes please.  But I'm a little sore," Laurie said.
         "That's alright.  I can easily take you both.  And then it's
your bottom, my dear," Janice said.
         "Oh!  Not that part of me!" Laurie said.
         "Yes, dear.  And before the night is through I'm going to clean
off the bottom-hole cock and teach you how to give blow jobs on it. 
Both of you," Janice said.
         "Oh no!" Brittney cried, and Laurie as well, for the thought of
licking a cock after it had been up somebody's ass, even their own, was
awful.
         "Yes, dears," Janice grunted, giving Brittney a last thrust. 
"Our little school will remain open all night, even if we're not
downstairs in it.  And I think you both need lessons, in quite a few
things."  She looked round at the two men.  "Is my little bottom hole
cock ready?  I'm going to do Laurie's ass now."
         "Yeah," Bob said.  Steve grunted in agreement, and to Janice's
surprise, and despite all their expectations, both men were growing hard
again.
         "My, I think these two girls are going to have a longer night
then they expected," Janice smiled.
         "Perhaps," Bob said.  "But don't forget yourself.  We didn't
oil your ass for nothing.  Did we, Steve?"
         "No," Steve agreed.  The two men lunged at Janice.  She learned
first-hand the lesson she'd been taught so many times before:  she might
play the dominatrix, but it was only with the men's permission, unless
she had them in handcuffs.  They got her free of Brittney and unfastened
her dildo harness.  Then Steve took her in her cunt while Bob did his
wife his favorite way, from behind.  Both men did it together, at the
same time.  As Janice suffered their assault she knew Bob was taking as
much pleasure in feeling and seeing Steve in the throes of orgasm as in
seeing his wife that way.  
         When the men had spent they had nothing left to give, and they
knew it.  They retired to two chairs in the room.  Brittney and Laurie
still were kneeling, unable to free themselves from the wall, required
to remain in this subservient posture during the entire time the men had
been taking Janice, listening to all of it.
         "Well, girls, I hope you learned something," Janice groaned. 
Whining cries from the other side of the wall indicated that the girls
had.  Janice picked up her small dildo, the one intended for opening
Laurie's virgin bottom.  She re-attached her harness, the leather of it,
passing between her legs, making her chaste, covering her cum-dripping
pussy.  She tossed back her blonde hair and knelt down behind Laurie. 
The girl shrieked when she felt the woman's pint-sized dildo nudge her
bare ass.  A bottle of oil was within reach and Janice picked it up off
the floor, where it lay, and sprinkled her fake cock.  Then she oiled a
finger, which happened to have some of Steve's cum smeared on it, and
inserted it deftly inbetween the cheeks of Laurie's young ass.
         "Oooh!  What are you DOING?!" Laurie cried, the 'doing' coming
out at much greater volume for it was at that moment that Janice's
finger managed to press hard enough within her cheeks to push inside her
tight anal ring.  Then it was Janice's turn to cry out, for little
Laurie's behind, so sweetly virgin, contracted hard against Janice's
finger, squeezing it as if it were something caught in a vise.
         "Oh God, you're tight!" Janice told the child.  Bob and Steve
couldn't decide which side of the event they wished to partake of, the
bottom-side or the face-side.  Rising excitedly from their chairs,
despite their spent cocks, they moved in for a closer view.
         "Back so soon?" Janice smiled, looking up at the men as she
managed to yank her finger free of Laurie.
         "Just looking," Bob said.
         "But wishing," Janice added.  Her eyes glanced at Steve. 
Laurie's bottom cherry had once been his for the taking, but now he was
about to see it lost to another, and a woman at that!
         "Go ahead," Steve told Janice.  "It excites me to see a woman
taking Laurie this way.
         "Now we know what you two will be doing nights if you ever get
married," Janice told Steve.  He raised an eyebrow.  "Inviting the
neighbor lady over," Janice said.
         "The neighbor daughter, more likely," Steve said.
         "Oh, little Brittney doing it to Laurie!  That would be
choice," Janice said, to a renewed wail from the owner of the ass on the
other side of the wall.  It was accompanied by mewling protests from
Brittney.  Janice thrust her hips forward.  The prong mounted on the
front of her dell pushed against Laurie's ass, right up inbetween the
so-tight cheeks.  Like a rubber ball, the little blonde pushed back,
with her ass, the two of them, prong and bare bottom, jousting like two
contestants at a Medieval tournament.  But the odds were stacked against
the child; her bottomhole was wet with the oil Janice had smoothed into
it and the dildo was slick with the same substance.  Suddenly Laurie let
out a Tarzan yell.  Or perhaps it was a yell like Jane might make,
finding herself put upon by a giant ape.  The result was the same; the
more powerful of the two won.  With an anguished howl, Laurie announced
the entrance of the little dildo into her tight-pressed cheeks, into her
nether hole, its forced entry pushing all the air out of her lungs with
her shout.  
         Janice grasped the girl's behind with her hands.  She eased
back slightly, then shoved her hips forward again.  Once more Laurie
gave a wild cry.  Janice gave a wry smile; she had felt the girl's
bottom move backward with her as she pulled back.  When she withdrew
again, not all the way but almost from Laurie's clutching behind, the
girl again followed her, with her bottom, arching it toward her as she
pulled back.
         "I think she likes it," Janice told Bob.  Steve hurried round
to the girl's front, on the other side of the wall.  There Brittney
gazed up at him, alternately looking at him and at the young victim
beside her.  She liked her lips.  Once, twice, again, as Laurie received
another eye-popping thrust from behind.  When Janice drew back, Steve
could tell, for the girl moved with her, as if not wanting to let her
go.
         "She does like it," Janice could be heard saying on the other
side of the wall.  For the first time since she'd been invaded, Laurie
found her voice.  
         "No I DON'T like--" the girl began to say, but the invader
returned, from the edge of her clinging sphincter, driving into her
again like a well-greased piston.  Despite Laurie's fierce anguished cry
Steve had to admit there was something about the girl's movements that
seemed to invite the assault.  When Janice pulled back again, the girl
strained backwards, her mouth gaping and her eyes wide as she sought to
preserve the contact.
         "That is enough," Janice said, and Laurie's face took on a
suddenly abject look.  A moment later her eyes rolled up and she
squealed.  Janice, though taking the dildo from her, was applying her
fingertips to her cunt.
         "There.  A little pet for a good girl.  You did very well for a
beginner, especially with such a tight ass," Janice could be heard
saying, from the other side.  On Steve's side Laurie was now in the
throes of bliss.  Deftly she was massaged to orgasm, so that she would,
as Janice explained, learn to love butt-fucking.  When Janice was done
with the girl Steve knelt down and put his cock gently between her
lips.  He was still soft, but with hungry eager strokes she managed to
bring him up.
         "She gives pretty good head, too," Steve remarked, as Janice
and Bob came round the wall to see what was up.
         "Good.  You teach her.  I'll wipe this off and teach Brittney,"
Janice said of her junior-sized dildo.  Despite Brittney's protests,
that's just what happened.  Steve taught Laurie to suck while Janice
taught Brittney.  The only exception between the two was that, at the
end of it, Steve sprayed his young pupil with a faceful of cum.      

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                                   NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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                                                Sex School

                                               Chapter Two

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

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                                              Chapter Three

         "You are coming along quite well in your sexual development,"
Janice told the two girls the next day at brunch.  Brittney and Laurie
sat with Steve and Jeb.  The rest of the guests had left, but Jeb had
stayed on, for it had been his job during the night to tend to Laurie's
bottom.  It was feeling slightly better now, the mucosa already healing,
the whip marks receding, the place where her skin had torn closing over,
leaving only a small line of beaded scabs.
         "I must leave in an hour or so," Jeb told Janice, glancing at
Laurie.  "I have an appointment.  But I would like to call again in a
few days.  Tuesday, perhaps.  I have a villa where Laurie could be
trained in earnest."  Steve blinked.  He still thought of Laurie as his
own, along with Brittney.  Certainly he had allowed Brittney to see
other men, and he was not above sharing Laurie either.  But he would
have preferred, as they sat there at the table, if Jeb had directed his
question to him, instead of to Janice.
         "Really?  You feel you could train Laurie?" Janice asked,
spearing a piece of egg and lifting it to her mouth.  She was cloaked in
a bathrobe.  It was open in front, revealing the swell of her breasts. 
The two girls were charmingly naked, wearing only their lovely long
hair, blonde and brunette, for it was a warm day and Janice had the
window open, letting in the hot summer air.  The men wore towels around
their waists, which did little to hide their now stiff erections, up
like the girls with the eagerness of a new day.
         "I don't need to be trained," Laurie piped up, cutting a slice
of bread on her plate with a knife and fork.  Her pretty bare breasts
wiggled as she worked.  She cast a rueful glance at Steve but Janice
interrupted whatever else she was planning to say, telling her,
         "Be quiet, child.  You are too young to know what is good for
you."
         Jeb put a hand on Laurie's bare, lightly tanned shoulder.  He
brushed away strands of her hair that had fallen there.
         "I don't want you to think I love you," Jeb said to the girl. 
"I'm already married.  But I would like to train you."  Laurie looked
up, surprised.  Everyone was mildly shocked; Jeb didn't look like the
sort of man who would be married, with the wild gaze in his eyes, and
his predatory bearing.  He squeezed Laurie's shoulder and the girl tried
to wiggle out of his grip.  It was impossible.  Her long hair shook with
the effort.
         "I think it's a reasonable offer," Janice said.
         "No!  I don't like it," Laurie said.  But she was still in love
with the man, for he was quite handsome, and when he squeezed her
shoulder harder, to the point of hurting her, she stopped wiggling and
let out a pretty sigh.
         "Yes.  You may call in several days and pick her up," Janice
told Jeb.
         "Good," Jeb said.  "I will need a few days to get my place
ready."
         "What do you plan to do with her?" Steve asked.  But Janice
scowled at him, and said,
         "Have you had enough to eat, Steven?  Perhaps you and Brittney
would like to go lie in the yard."
         "I was just asking," Steve said.
         "Wear swimsuits, both of you," Janice continued, as if Steve
had said nothing at all.  "I have a fondness for white loins and white
bottoms.  I want you both to report to my bedroom this evening.  After
dinner."
         "Waht for?" Brittney asked, food in her mouth, obscuring her
speech.  Janice smiled.
         "If you have to ask then you're certainly in need of more
training," Janice told her.

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