Message-ID: <34526asstr$1010365805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail X-Original-Message-ID: From: Andrew Roller Reply-To: roller666@earthlink.net MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 06 Jan 2002 05:58:38 PST X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Sun, 06 Jan 2002 13:58:38 GMT Subject: {ASSM} night games, chapter five Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2002 20:10:05 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw - NND --------------------------------------------------------- Visit my FTP site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Roller/ <--click Click, or put the address into your browser. All my stories are there. --------------------------------------------------------------- Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in Night Games Chapter Five "Don't feel sorry for me. I went there to be hurt," Sasha said to her daughter. They were home now, it was the next day. Sasha was lying in the sun in her back yard, in her bikini, hoping the welts on her body would blend in with her skin if she deepened her tan. Her daughter stood over her, briefly protecting her mother from the sun with her shadow, or part of her anyway, her small child's shadow falling across her mother's belly, where the second man to whip her had been particularly harsh with her. "He shouldn't have hit you so hard," Cindy told her mom. "I didn't like it." Sasha reached out and took her daughter's hand. "Pain can be a good teacher, honey," Sasha told Cindy. "I'm just learning that." She lifted her sunglasses, moving gingerly due to her welts. She looked at her daughter. The girl was dressed in a bikini like her mother. Except that her mother's bikini was decorated with flowers, while Cindy's was decorated with little bears. "Would you like to go to Gwen's next party?" Sasha asked her daughter. "You don't have to." Cindy wrinkled her nose. "I don't want to sit in a closet again," Cindy said. "I had to pee and I couldn't do it `cause I was wearing that stupid belt." "That was to protect your pussy," Sasha told her daughter. "Gwen was right in protecting you, though I don't think she has such protection in mind for her next party. Do you still want to feel a man inside you?" Cindy thought a moment, and finally licked her lips. "Yes! If it doesn't hurt too much," Cindy said. "It will hurt some," Sasha told her daughter. "And you might see me punished again." "I didn't like that," Cindy said. "I didn't like it either, but it's something my mistress required of me," Sasha said. "Gwen, I mean," "She was mean," Cindy said. "No, she was teaching me," Sasha told her daughter. "I was afraid for my breasts, I'd never felt a whip against them. She knew if she tied me up in a closet with my tits hanging out of a halter, and a whip available, men would find the lure irresistible. And I would learn to be touched there in ways I'd never felt before." Sasha moved slightly on the chaise lounge which was supporting her body. Her tits shifted under her bra. New tendrils of pain shot through her breasts right up to the tips of her nipples. "AH!" Sasha cried. She bit her lip. She touched her belly, absently, and the pressure of her fingers on a welt there caused her to jerk with yet more pain. "Mom! Are you okay?" Cindy asked, alarmed. Sasha bit her lip and nodded. "Yes. I'm still a mass of sensation," Sasha said. She breathed, gently, lest her breath cause her tits to wobble enough to create more pain in her tits. "It's like still being at the party," Sasha smiled. "Every little movement causes me to be aware of my body, to be thinking of the physical side of myself." Sasha's grin widened. "Just think, dear, I could be cooped up at the office worrying about getting out the boss's letters but instead I'm lying in the sun." "You're hurting!" Cindy told her mother, grasping her mother's hand and trying to comfort her. "I'm enjoying the sensuousness of my body," Sasha told her daughter. "Whip strokes last longer than kisses." "When's the next party, mom?" Cindy asked her mother. "Next Friday, dear," Sasha told the girl. "Gwen says she has something all picked out for you to wear, if you want to go. You don't have to, of course. But she promises me we'll be well paid if you do. But I don't want the money, dear." "I DO!" Cindy cried. Visions of new CD's and an endless supply of Hubba Bubba danced in her head. "The money's not important, dear," Sasha said to her daughter, now placing her hand over her daughter's despite the new sensations of pain which coursed through her belly and shifting tits as she did so. "I get you plenty," she told Cindy. "Go only if you want to. And realize that you might not come home a virgin." "I don't care about that," Cindy told her mom. "I want the money!" Sasha shook her head. "We'll see about that," Sasha said. "He's such a sweet bear," Cindy was saying the following Friday, as she admired the stuffed animal Gwen had sent over to go along with her costume. The girl wore pajamas, as if she were going to a little girl's sleepover, not a party for adults. The PJ's were flannel and they covered her from her neck all the way down to her toes. They were, in fact, pajamas made for a child smaller than herself, but in a size large enough to fit her growing body. The feet were connected to the leggings and the leggings to the part covering her hips and belly and breasts, right to the ends of her sleeves The whole pajama costume was made from a single piece of flannel. In back there was a flap, buttoned up at the moment, which, when released, would bare her bottom, that she might relieve herself if she had to pee. Except that another provision had been made, not for her to relieve herself but rather to excite the guests present. In front, where on a smaller child there would have been flannel covering her pubis, a square of it had been cut away, and there was no flap there. Cindy's bush showed, despite the fact that the rest of her was modestly concealed by the flannel. She would, of course, be unconscious of this, despite thinking of it every moment, pretending to be a girl too little to know that her pussy was on view for all the guests to see. Sasha bent and kissed her daughter's cheek. She took something plastic from the box that had held the girl's costume. "Gwen included one more thing for you," Sasha said. She draped a cord around the girl's neck. Hanging from it was a pacifier. Cindy looked down at the thing dangling between the jut of her breasts, lying against the flannel of her PJ's. "A pacifier?! I'm not a baby!" Cindy protested. "It's for the men, dear. To make you even sweeter-looking." Cindy fingered the item. She gave a loud sigh, like when she'd sucked the boy's cocks in the bathroom. "Oh, awright," Cindy said. "But can't I at least wear panties under these PJ's to hide my pussy? People will be able to see it!" "Yes. Your virgin pussy," Sasha said. She laughed. "You will drive the men crazy, dear. I wish I were you!" Cindy looked up at her mother. "I wish I was you," Cindy said truthfully. For her mother was a sight to behold. Her hair, unlike her daughter's which fell about her shoulders and halfway down her back, was pinned up into a bun. Her upper body was bare, save for a soft leather bra which attempted, and failed, to hold back her breasts. They bulged out beyond it, putting her nipples on display and offering them in an uplifted fashion to whomever might wish to partake of them. Below the woman's flat slender belly panties hugged her hips. But they rode low on her, so low her pubic hairs curled out the top of them, and if that were not enough of an invitation to her cunt the front of her panties bore a flap. Two ribbons held it up, but they were tiny and a gentle tug on them would cause the flap to fall. In back the woman's behind was split by a thong. The high cheeks of her bottom were bare. A short handled whip thrust through her panties' waistband left no doubt that her bare behind was ready for action. A heavy belt, made of leather, gripped Sasha's waist. It had no purpose other than to offer chrome rings through which ropes could be put. If that were not enough to beckon men to make use of her, or a woman for that matter, thick leather wrist cuffs with rings hung snugly from Sasha's wrists, and were matched by cuffs about her ankles. More cuffs held her tightly just above her pretty knees, and above her elbows as well. This was a woman ready for heavy bondage, though Cindy simply admired her mother for her seductive bikini. "Here are our guests of honor," Gwen said an hour later, when Brad escorted the mother and her daughter into the woman's apartment. People turned, watched with avid interest as Brad slipped a coat off Sasha's slender shoulders. A sigh of delight went up as Sasha's bikini was revealed, and all its accessories. Then it was Cindy's turn, and when Brad took her coat from her the sigh of delight was twice as loud. For Cindy, standing there with a pacifier around her neck and hugging a stuffed bear, seemed unconscious of the fact that her pussy was showing. She wasn't, of course. She could think of almost nothing else as she was introduced, along with her mother, to the guests present. The women wore black bikinis like her mother's, or leather halters, or, in some cases, steel rings around their nipples which served only to accentuate their nakedness. The men had their cocks hidden in black leather briefs but their little pouches bulged with promise. Cindy could hardly wait for the party to get going in earnest and the men to reveal themselves. All the while she played the sweet little girl, the girl too young to party and about to head off to bed. Her pussy proved the center of attention, there in that room with so much on offer, no doubt because it looked so innocent. "Oh my, isn't she sweet?" a woman gushed over Cindy, as her mother introduced her. "She is much too young for this event," a man said, though there was obvious joy in his voice at seeing her present. "She has just had her bath," Sasha said of her daughter. "She wanted to say goodnight to everybody before going to sleep." "Oh mommie, I'm not weally tired," Cindy protested. She put her thumb in her mouth. She sucked, and not merely for show. All these people, so daringly dressed, were a bit scary, especially in the way they all paid so much attention to her. "Perhaps she can stay for just a little while?" Sasha asked Gwen, knowing full well what the answer would be. "Alright. But only if she's very good," Gwen answered. In the next room there was a dining table, and Gwen called her guests to dinner. This party would not proceed as quickly as the other had, she was determined of that. She wanted to draw things out more. The guests, as fetchingly attired as any dinner guests could ever be, but pretending now to ignore what they were so eagerly offering, allowed Gwen to lead them into the dining room. There they found chairs of most curious design. They were low to the floor; the table itself was low, like a Japanese table, and the chairs were open in the middle, like seats on a toilet. "Gwen! Are we to go to the bathroom while we eat?" a woman asked, alarmed. "No, my dears," Gwen said. "We are to be eaten while we eat. It is a new innovation of mine and I hope you will enjoy it." She turned to the men. "You will not wish to be constrained during our meal. Hang your briefs over the pegs along the wall there." "There are not enough chairs!" a guest, noting the number present, which was about two dozen, compared to the chairs, which were only twelve, said with some alarm. "That's because half of us are going to sit, and the other half are going to lie down," Gwen explained. The men quickly got off their briefs, hanging them up, showing for the first time now their cocks which, being stiff as boards, thrilled little Cindy right to the core of her nakedly exposed pussy. Gwen presented a fistful of straws. She urged the guests to draw them from her hand and those which got the short straws were to take pillows from a pile and lie under the chairs. "Then you may feast while we are feasting," Gwen said. To much excitement now, the guests divided into two groups. One sat in the chairs, to have dinner. The other got under the chairs to feed upon the genitals of those who were eating. Cindy, as luck would have it, along with her mother, drew long straws, and so they sat down side by side at the table, while two randy men put themselves under their chairs. Cindy looked down at the handsome fellow whose face showed under her open seat. "I might pee on you," Cindy told him, hugging her bear tightly, a little more fearful now that her pussy was about to be put to pillage. "If you do I'll unbutton that back flap of yours and spank you," the man answered. Cindy sat down. She felt the man's breath come up through her chair and tickle her pussy. She wiggled and laughed. She looked down at the man. "You seem well ventilated," the man said to Cindy. "Oh! I forgot to put on my panties," Cindy said. "It's too late now," the man answered. Cindy looked at her mother, who was having the front flap of her own panties untied by the man lying under her chair. "Mommie, there's a man under my chair," Cindy said. "Try to ignore him, dear," Cindy's mother answered, a knowing smile on her lips. "We must show good manners at dinner." "But he's breathing on me, mommie! On my pussy!" Cindy said, her voice drenched with truthful alarm now as she felt the man under her exhale hotly onto her pubis. "YEEEK! He's licking me!" Cindy suddenly shouted, and everyone at the table laughed, for even as the girl felt her own pussy assaulted they themselves were, or were about to, suffer similar fates. "The man under me is-- ah! -- licking me too, darling," Sasha told her daughter, grimacing as she did so. Gwen, who had not drawn a straw but who had taken the chair at the head of the table nonetheless, received a tongue in her own snatch, from a woman under her, and said, "Let us begin eating. Our friends already have." A maid served dinner, as the the crotches of those sitting at table were served up involuntarily to those under the chairs. Cindy squirmed under the assault on her virgin pussy. The man seemed to be trying to deflower her with his tongue! After making an attempt at her meal, all the while swooning at what was being done to her, Cindy complained, "Mommie! He's going too deep!" "Roger," Gwen called out to the man feasting on Cindy's cunt. "She is not to lose her cherry yet. Do not be too aggressive with her." The repast proved delirious, at least for those at the table. Soon women were shuddering in their chairs, brought to bliss and beyond. The men seated at table strove to hold themselves back. Some were successful. Others were grateful that a waiting mouth was there to receive what they embarrassingly offered. When dinner was over, Gwen had the guests switch places. The maid struggled to clear the table and provide new plates and food for the second set of guests, but by now few people were paying attention. Instead everything was happening down at the level of the chairs, those who had been eaten now doing the eating, the ones who had been so avid with their tongues now drenching the faces of those beneath them. Little Cindy was tasked with licking the balls of the man who had eaten her, a task she found enjoyable, until he put his penis into her mouth and shot himself off in her. "Ewww," Cindy said, when she had managed to break free of the man's cock. "God, such a sweet little mouth!" Roger exclaimed. "Mommie, he put sperm in my mouth!" Cindy complained to her mother, who lay beside her, sucking the man who had delved into her. But at that moment Sasha could not answer. She was receiving the man's tribute in much the same manner as her daughter just had. Roger reached down and patted the little girl's head. "Perhaps when I recover I can show you what other places I can fill," Roger said to Cindy. The partiers regrouped in the living room, and Cindy looked as darling as ever, though perhaps slightly less innocent owing to the sperm staining her lips. "Are you ready for bed yet?" a man asked Cindy, admiring, once again, the way her little bush showed through her flannel P.J.'s. "Almost," Cindy answered, teasingly. "Would you like me to read you a story?" the man asked. "Yes!" Cindy exclaimed. Her eyes glowed with genuine interest. "Perhaps your mother would like to come along. To chaperone?" the man asked, turning to Sasha. "How sweet of you to ask," Sasha smiled. She liked the man's demeanor, and the fact that his cock had survived the feasting at the table impressed her. He was impressed by the way her little flap hung down in front, revealing her pussy with the same innocent abandon as her daughter's own cunt. The man, who was about 20 and whose name was Mark, turned back to Cindy. "I must warn you," he told the girl. "If I'm to read you a story you must promise to behave. No squirming, no wiggling, and no complaining when I put you to bed. Otherwise I will have to spank you." Cindy's eyes widened. Was the man serious? She looked at her mother. Sasha grinned, showing her pretty white teeth. She liked the man even more now. "I'm sure she will be good. Won't you, dear?" Sasha asked Cindy. "I'll twy," Cindy said, mangling the word `try', knowing it would make her look even more innocent than she already was. "Very good," Sasha said to Mark. "Lead the way, sir." Gwen watched as the trio headed off to a bedroom. Mark was a handsome young fellow. She wished she could have him for herself. But Sasha had snared him. She decided, at least for awhile, not to interfere. "Now remember. You must be very good, or I'm going to take that flap over your bottom down and slap your ass very hard," Mark told Cindy, when she and her mother and he had gained the privacy of a bedroom. Mark winked at Sasha. It was understood, at such a party, that threats like the one he was giving now always came to pass. Cindy wiggled her ass, admiring Mark's rampant cock as she hugged her teddy bear. "I'll be good," she breathed, although the offer of feeling his big hands slam down on her little bottom, however painful it would prove, was beginning to tempt her. Mark escorted the girl in the flannel pajamas, with her pussy so coyly showing, over to the bed. He pulled back the covers, his cock quivering over them, and he told her to climb up and get in. Cindy obeyed. "What story will you be reading me?" Cindy asked. "I'm not sure. Let's see if they have any books in here," Mark said. He looked around. "Here's one!" Sasha cried. She had found one lying on a bureau and the fact that it was an erotic novel mattered little to her now, the state of the party having advanced to a point where she wanted to get things going. "Ah. Your mother's here," Mark said to Cindy, as if he had not known the woman was present. "Your daughter looks hot," he said to Sasha. "With your permission I would like to have her top off. Her breasts are so big for such a young girl. Perhaps they would like some air." Sasha smiled. "It is all of one piece, sir," she said of her daughter's P.J.'s. "You would need scissors." "Then I shall find some," Mark answered. He turned and looked at Cindy, who was lying in seeming innocence upon the bed, her legs apart (she remembered how Jason had wanted her), her pussy showing. "It looks as if someone has already taken a scissors to her lower part," Mark said. "Her little pussy didn't want to get hot," Sasha replied. Mark rummaged in several drawers. He let out a shout of delight when he found a big pair of scissors, metal with plastic orange handles. "What are you going to do to me?" Cindy cried, when Mark brought the scissors to her. She was not sure she wanted to go along with this. One snip in the wrong place and she could lose her nipples! "Hold still," Mark said. He hovered over the girl, squeezed her right tit and pulled up the fabric over it. "NO!" Cindy said suddenly, for both her nipples were rigid, standing up like stiff little peaks, and an errant slice of the blades would cut them right off her. "I told you to be good!" Mark said. He grabbed the girl and forced her, after a bit of a struggle, to roll over on her belly. The relief that Cindy felt at lying on her tits, and protecting them, was short-lived. Mark went for the buttons of her back flap, with his fingers. The girl squirmed and tried to bat his hands away but he undid them, and a moment later her white bottom cheeks were bulging up through the back of her PJ's. "She needs a good spanking if she's to behave," Mark said to Sasha. Cindy tried cover herself but the man easily moved her hands away. His palm came blasting down, and the girl writhed as she received him, hard on her softness, the pain making her achingly aware of her bottom's nudity. "There," Mark said, when he had turned the girl's ass red and big tears were rolling down her cheeks into her pillow. He admired his handiwork for a moment, keeping Cindy's hands back so she could not cover it, and then he rolled her back over. "Now. We'll try this again," Mark said, picking up the scissors. This time he was successful; he cut big holes in the front of Cindy's PJ's and her tits came tumbling out of them. Mark bent and briefly sucked upon them, to screams of protest from the girl, tasting her sweet erect little buds, finding them as tasty as Roger had found her cunt. Then he went over to Sasha and fetched the erotic novel from her. When he returned to Cindy the girl was clutching her bear, seemingly afraid of him but, with eyes fastened on his cock, obviously thinking of more than her wet tits and hot bottom. Mark red to her. Now and then he stopped to stroke her blonde hair and explain parts of the story to her that she didn't quite understand. It was a bondage story, and the heroine suffered much more in it than merely a spanked behind. Cindy listened avidly. Now and then she sucked her thumb and once she made Mark pause so she could reassure her teddy bear that such things didn't happen to stuffed animals. Finally, when Mark had driven himself to the point of nearly spending on the sheets with arousal, and had sent Cindy and her mother into spirals of gleeful bliss that beckoned their fingers close to their pussies, he put the book down. "What are you going to do now?" Cindy asked, stroking her pussy hairs with one hand and clutching her bear with the other. "I want to show off what I did to your PJ's to the guests. And what I did to your bottom," Mark told Cindy. "Oooh! NO!" Cindy said. "In fact, I want all the guests to have a chance to suck your tits and spank your bottom," Mark said. He grabbed hold of her. He rolled her over, despite her protests. He applied his hand to her bottom again, loving the feel of her rubbery young cheeks, enjoying the way they grew hot again under his palm. When he had satisfied himself that they were sufficiently red, and aware that he was impressing her mother with the way he didn't simply ask to fuck the young girl, he made Cindy get off the bed and stand up. "Show me your bottom," Mark said. "NO!" Cindy cried, put out that she should give him another view of what he had just so recently admired, and treated so badly. Nonetheless at his insistence she turned, and she let him look at him, at her little red seat, and when he had her standing with her back to him he for the first time clasped his penis with his hand and gave himself some relief. "Stop doing that!" Cindy said, looking over her shoulder and seeing him masturbating. "You might spurt on me." "What? On your red little ass?" Mark asked, teasing her. He aimed at her. She shivered but, though she wished to, she did not put her hands over her butt, keeping them instead at her side, letting her tits show in a mirror in front of her, that he might admire her both from the front and back at the same time. She found she loved his attention, though she didn't like how much it was hurting her bottom. "Now let's march you out to meet the other guests again," Mark said to Cindy when he had pulled on his cock a few times. Cindy declined again but not with much actual resistance; a minute later Mark had her back in the living room, showing her around to the guests and asking them if they thought she needed any further lessons in good behavior. "Perhaps her tits do," a man offered, and bent and sucked on Cindy's breasts, making the girl squeal. A woman followed, startling Cindy, but she soon found she liked the feel of the woman's tongue tickling her nipples, especially when the woman added to the tonguing by placing a finger down between her legs. "Oooh! Stop!" Cindy cried, but quickly wet the woman's finger, as the woman wet her breasts, showing that her words weren't as insistent as they seemed. "I think her little behind needs some more training," a man said, contemplating Cindy's red little ass. "Be my guest," Mark said. "Ah, you are the gatekeeper now?" the man asked Mark. "I read her a story," Mark answered. "He's a wonderful gatekeeper," Sasha said. She hugged Mark, startling him, and he was even more surprised when she wrapped her palm gently around the shaft of his cock. "I'd like you to take my daughter's cherry," Sasha whispered to Mark. "Your offer is tempting," Mark answered, as the woman licking Cindy's tits made her cry out more passionately still, inserting her finger in her all-too available cunt. "But I want something else from your daughter. And from you as well." "What's that?" Sasha asked. "I want to take you both up the behind," Mark said. After showing Cindy to the guests, the trio retreated to the bedroom. Sasha, acceding to Mark's demand, slipped out of her thong panties and got on the bed. She arranged herself bottom-up, and put her daughter beside her, her little behind sticking out of her flannel PJ's. Mark greased himself and got behind the two females. Sasha grasped one of her daughter's hands. "It's going to hurt, honey," Sasha warned her daughter. But she did not ask her if she wished to back out. Let her have some cock now, it was time for her to know what a cock was really like. It wasn't just something to be toyed with. Cindy looked into her mother's eyes and nodded, feeling the weight of Mark kneeling behind her. She felt she was ready. Still, the girl had no expectation of the driving force that would plunge into her, and her innocence showed in her eyes. Mark spread Cindy's bottom cheeks. He wished she was out of the flannel PJ's but, opening her behind, he had no trouble finding her little hiney hole. It puckered sweetly at him, unknowing of the pain it would soon suffer, the awful urgency of his male intrusion. Mark greased a finger. "OOOH! Don't!" Cindy cried, when Mark touched her bottom hole "I have to get you ready," Mark said. Slowly he managed to work a finger into Cindy's behind. The girl squirmed, she bleated, a piglet afraid of the butcher. Mark took his time, let her grow used to him. Then he took his hand away, lifted his cock, and put it between her young cheeks. "Oh! Not your penis!" Cindy said, alarmed, as if completely unaware of what his fingering had meant. "Quiet!" Mark said. He was tired of hearing this little girl protest everything he did. He shoved. Cindy lurched forward. He grabbed her hips, felt their softness, ignored her urgent cries for him to stop and gave another thrust. "NO! PWEASE!" Cindy cried, feeling her rosehole spread under the pressure of his dick. Mark grunted. The girl was tight, like a fleshy little vise, but that made the prospect of conquering her all the more enjoyable. He shoved again. Cindy let out a scream. He felt his cock plunge into her little shit chute. "Take him, dear. Don't fight him," Sasha urged, kneeling beside her daughter, waiting for her own turn. "Bear down," Mark said to Cindy. The girl tried desperately to pull away, to dislodge this new intruder, but Mark held her hips tightly. He pushed again and his knob was swallowed up by her tightness. He stared down at himself, penetrating her chubby little cheeks, most of his shaft still poised in the air but the head of him now caught in her succulent nether channel. She was delicious, more so than he could have imagined. She broke into tears but that did not stop him. He pushed again and part of his greased shaft plunged in. "Need any help?" Gwen asked, and was suddenly at the bedroom door, peering in as if at guests who were enjoying tea. "No," Mark said, looking at the woman. She was as lovely as ever, and her naked body, clad temptingly in a leather halter, inspired him to shove again, driving deeper into little Cindy's bottom. The girl could hardly breathe now, he could hear her air gasping from her mouth. He ignored the discomfort he was causing her and thrust again, and felt himself split her tightness even more deeply. "YEEEK! NOOO!" Cindy blathered, when she was not screaming. But Gwen merely looked on, as did Sasha. Nobody tried to help the 12-year-old girl, aside from Sasha holding her hand. Mark pushed again and to his delight found he had nearly buried himself to the root in the child's behind. He paused, savoring her delectable virgin tightness. Then he drew back, exposing part of his shaft, and after a moment, cruelly, he pushed himself back in again. "YOOOOOOO!" Cindy cried, in a wail that must have been heard throughout the apartment. More people appeared in the doorway to the bedroom. They saw the daughter, and the mother waiting patiently beside her, her own ass upturned to receive what her daughter was now getting. Nobody interfered; they watched with glee as Mark used the little girl to pleasure his cock, working himself back and forth in her now, oblivious to her howls. When he was satisfied that he had enjoyed a sufficient measure of delight, he spent in little Cindy's bottom, making her take all of him. Then he withdrew, and the girl collapsed on the bed. She was crying, but her mother consoled her by stroking her long blonde hair, all the while still waiting with her own bottom poised for the young man to recover and put himself in her own ass. And soon Mark did, with the guests still watching, for the sight of the little virgin, even though she was sobbing now, lying in her flannel PJ's with her bottom upturned was stimulating in the extreme. That his sperm was trickling out of her backside, evidence of his conquest, was even more exciting. And that she was still a virgin was enough to get even the most flaccid man in the room hard. Mark took the mother then, her daughter lying beside her still weeping, her tears slowing as her mother began to moan. "Oh, mommie! My bottom hoits!" Cindy managed to get out, finally daring to reach back and feel herself, just as her mother was brought to climax. For Mark, unlike with the little girl, was fondling Sasha's cunt even as he fucked her ass. He did not have to hold this mature woman by her hips. She drove back to meet his thrusts once she had gotten used to him. "Shhh, dear," Sasha managed to grunt to her daughter. Cindy, feeling her behind, took one hand from her bottom and put her thumb in her mouth. "Ah, God!" 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