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Andrew Roller Presents                               

NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS                                                  

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BABY PUSSY
                         
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Installment One

                                         
Chapter One
         
Christine was tall.  Her high heels made her look even taller.  She’d just turned 21 and she was proud to be 21, at last, but just a few weeks after her birthday, she found herself in something of a predicament.            

Her lover, a married man, had been found out.  Christine expected that he’d have to break off their affair.  But, surprisingly, his wife had, instead, asked to meet her.            

Christine met Janice at a coffee shop.  It was an inconspicuous meeting; just the two of them.          

“So, you’re the other woman in my husband’s life?” Janice asked.  She was calm, sophisticated even, as she asked the question.          

“Yes,” Christine answered.  She sensed that they both felt awkward.  Janice tossed back her head.  Her chestnut-brown hair was in an elegant, pinned-up coiffure, but she tossed her head back anyway, as if to compose herself.  Christine, her long blonde hair pinned up for work, imitatively did the same.            

They talked.  Gradually, they found that they didn’t hate each other as much as they’d imagined they would.  By the end of their conversation, Janice approved of Christine.  But then, Janice had complicated things a little, though it meant that Christine would still be able to love her husband.  Janice had invited Christine to “join their family”.            

Christine’s lover was 39.  His wife, Janice, was 29.  Though Janice still looked terrific, as did her husband, the couple had tried and failed for 10 years to have a baby.  So now they could have one, in a way, Janice said.  Provided Christine agreed to play their infant daughter.          

At first, as might be imagined, the proposition shocked Christine.  


She’d just become an adult.  Now she was being asked to regress, to go back!  Yet she was tall and classically beautiful and she knew, no matter how silly the bargain, that her adulthood was something her lover and his wife couldn’t take away from her.  It would all be pretend.  As Christine thought about it, the kinkiness of it began to provoke her curiosity.            

Christine had never tried anything different before, sexually, except falling in love with an older man.  A very handsome older man, she reminded herself, who also happened to be her boss at work.  She loved following his orders at work, and after hours too.  As she kept speculating on what it would be like, being his pretend baby daughter, she got more and more excited.  Finally she decided to try it.  After all, as the man’s wife had joked, upon their parting, at the coffee shop,”It will be great, Christine, as long as you don’t mind a sore bottom!”          

Christine had never been spanked by her lover.  The thought of being his daughter, and possibly having to be disciplined by him, gave her an unexpected thrill.  She was due back at work but, suddenly, since she was running late anyway, she decided to start being disobedient.  She went home instead, took her phone off the hook, and changed into her smallest bikini.  Then she spent the afternoon lying on her porch.  She tanned herself and sipped drinks she made for herself.  She read Cosmo and painted her nails.  Later, when she replaced her phone on the hook, it rang almost immediately.          

It was her boss.  She smiled at the sound of her calm voice, and steeled herself for one of his type-A tirades.  He rarely directed them at her, since she was always so helpful and obedient to him.  But, with others, she’d seen him be a... well, a royal pain in the ass.  He was a hard-driving, workaholic-type man.          

“Christine!” her boss shouted into the phone.          

“Yes, Mr. Hardman?” Christine answered.  She was standing in her bedroom wearing just her bikini, but she’d partly untied her top as she went for the phone.  Now she slipped a pair of fingers up under one of the cups of her bra.  She touched one of her nipples.  It was quite alert.          

“Christine, the Overland Report was due at five!” John Hardman, her boss, barked into the phone.
         
“I know,” Christine answered.            

“Well, fucking-A, it’s five thirty!” John shouted at the top of his lungs.  “I’m sitting here typing the damn thing myself!  You know I can’t type.  Where in God’s name are you?”          

“I’m sunning myself,” Christine answered.          

“You’re what?” John yelled.          

“And thinking of you,” Christine added.          

“Well you can think about me here in the OFFICE, where you belong!” John yelled.          

“I’m sorry Daddy, but I’d rather play,” Christine answered.  And then she hung up on him.  Wickedly, she took her phone off the hook again.          

Christine took a long bath.  Afterward she looked at her bare white bottom in the mirror.  Her ass, round and high, was perched atop what everyone admitted was a perfect pair of legs.  They were long, Barbie long, and men sighed when she walked by them on her way to work.            

Christine slapped her bottom, once.  She savored the sting.  She looked at her behind to see if she’d left a mark upon it.  She was so nicely formed in back.  She hated to think of her behind being punished and yet, after Janice had teased her about the possibility of it, she’d found herself mesmerized by the thought.  She still was mesmerized.  To be pampered, like a baby, and yet punished too!  Christine trembled as she thought about being a spoilt brat.  John’s spoilt brat.  She hoped he was still mad at her for missing work.          

Christine drew on a pair of panties.  She almost hated wearing them, she felt so buzzy and excited down where her legs met.  Her taut belly was filling with butterflies.  Christine’s fulsome bosoms were pointed.  She contemplated what it would be like to move in with John and his wife.  She assured herself that it would last for just a few days.  A weekend.  She was sure things wouldn’t work out beyond that.  After all, she was an adult, with her own life to lead.  She’d be back in her apartment at the weekend’s end, perhaps wiser for the experience.  But it was, she felt, worth trying once, especially with a man she loved.           

Christine called Janice and hoped, prayed even, that she’d answer.  She did.  For a moment they exchanged irrelevant small talk.  Then, drawing in her breath, Christine said, “I’m afraid I pissed off my boss... your husband.  I skipped work this afternoon and he’s very angry.”          

Janice sighed.  A trembling sigh, as about to say “no” to Christine’s coming.  Silence followed her sigh.

“Well,” Janice finally said.  “Since you’re his daughter, I think you’d better get right home and apologize to him, don’t you?”          

“Yes!” Christine breathlessly replied.            

“But,” Janice said, her voice sounding practical.  “Come tomorrow, on Friday.  Do you have plans for Friday?”          

“Not... not really,” Christine answered.  A hoped-for date with John, but things had changed so much since those plans were laid!          

“We’re having company tonight,” Janice said.  “I’m-- I’m not sure how I’d it explain you.  I mean, these aren’t really people I know, just some business associates of my husband’s.  I could call you our Swedish exchange student or something but —“          

Christine and Janice broke into nervous laughter.          

“It’s okay,” Christine said.  “I’ll wait ‘till tomorrow.  Tomorrow’s best.”          

“Yes,” Janice added.  “It will give me time to explain to my husband that we’re about to have a baby!”          

“I’m sorry if I’m keeping your husband late,” Christine added.  “At work, I mean.  I’m at home... by myself.”          

“Don’t worry, I’ll get him home,” Janice said.  “That Overland Report is crap, anyway, from what I’ve heard of it.  Some company that will never get off the ground.  But do come by tomorrow, perhaps tomorrow afternoon?”          

“Well, I have to work but —“ Christine began.          

“No, never mind that,” Janice said.  “I’ll see you’re paid.  Just think about, well, you know... and plan to stay the weekend, would you?  Like... like a real daughter would.”          

“Of course,” Christine answered.  And then, afraid to say more, she said “goodbye” in a small, childlike voice, and hung up.


Chapter Two          

It was Friday afternoon.  Christine was at home.  She finished dressing for her new role as John’s baby daughter.  She wore a T-shirt.  On its front was an image of a big, juicy cherry.  She’d skipped putting a bra on.  Her nipples thrust provocatively into her shirt.  It was fun to tease, Christine reflected.  But she put a denim jacket on, over her T-shirt, so that only the man she loved would be teased.  And his wife, Christine reminded herself.  She put on short shorts, like a girl might wear after school.  Then she slipped on new sneakers, with heels, and walked out to her car.            

The couple lived in a big Tudor mansion in the suburbs.  John had made great strides in business.  He’d become quite wealthy.  His wife had a part-time job, as a legal secretary.  Christine parked in their driveway, just as their daughter might, if they had one.  Then she walked up to their door and rang the doorbell.  Janice answered it.          

“Hi mom.  I’m home,” Christine said with a smile.            

“Oh, hi!  Glad you made it,” Janice replied.  She let Christine inside and shut the door.  Christine hadn’t seen John’s car parked outside.  She guessed he wasn’t home yet.            

Janice gave Christine a big hug, just like a mother might.  Christine embraced Janice and felt an odd sense of love toward the woman.  But then, as they parted, their eyes met.  A seriousness obtained between them.  For a moment nothing was said.  Then, Janice reached out and, just as if Christine were her daughter, Janice took hold of her jacket.  She tugged on it, as if to straighten it.  Then, without asking permission, Janice took hold of the zipper on the jacket.  She unzipped it.  Christine caught her breath but said nothing.  Janice drew back the unzipped halves of Christine’s jacket.            

“I’ve always wanted a daughter,” Janice said.  She gazed at Christine’s large bosoms.  “You come quite well equipped.”          

Christine and Janice were both tall, both the same height.  But Christine’s bosoms were noticeably bigger.  Christine held her breath, wondering if Janice was feeling jealous.            

“This will be rather difficult at first,” Janice said to Christine.  “But I’ll try to be a good mother to you.”  She looked up from Christine’s breasts to her face.  “If nothing else, it will prepare me for when I finally, hopefully, get to have a real baby!” she said.          

“Yes,” Christine agreed.  Both women shared a sudden, nervous kiss.  When their lips parted, they gazed at each other again.  This was going to be kinky!          

“Let’s begin with you being as young as possible,” Janice said.  “That’s how real babies arrive.  I’ve drawn a bath for you.  I think we can squeeze it in, along with a nap, before John gets home.”  She smiled.  “He’s looking forward to meeting his new baby!”          

“Good!” Christine answered.  To her surprise, she realized she’d almost said “Goo!”          

They went upstairs.  Two adults, but with Christine letting Janice guide her.  Janice did so by holding Christine’s hand, as if Christine were her small daughter!          

Janice took Christine to the bathroom.  It was tiled in pink.  A warm bubble bath waited.  A rubber duck sailed innocently among the bubbles.  The duck was as yellow as the Teletubbies’ sun.  


A bottle of Mr. Bubble stood on the tub’s rim.  Just in case Christine wanted more bubbles.  There was a scrub brush.  Janice told Christine that she’d be washing her with it.          

“Baby might have some hard to reach places,” Janice said, of the brush.  It had stiff bristles.  Christine guessed it would make itself felt, in a most prickly way, if Janice decided to scrub her between her legs with it.            

Christine gazed at the tub, the brush, the duck.  She’d spent all day getting ready.  Getting her hair done, her nails, and of course taking a bath.  Now she was being asked to undress and bathe all over again, quite needlessly.  But she had agreed to be a daughter, a baby even, so she unbuttoned her short shorts and dropped them to the floor.  Underneath she wore white schoolgirl panties.          

Janice watched her.  Christine had just washed her hair at home and she asked Janice if she could pin it up, to keep it from getting wet, and Janice agreed.  Really, Christine thought, it was quite silly for her to take a bath.  But she couldn’t just barge in and steal this woman’s husband and dictate all the terms to her.  So she undressed.  She let Janice take her hand and she stepped into the tub.  It was marvelously warm and bubbly.  With a soft, quiet sigh, Christine settled down in the hot water.  She let the steam from the water caress her breasts and her face and she smiled at Janice.  The woman remained clothed, just like a mother would, perched by the side of the tub, gazing at her infant daughter.          

Wearing a casual blouse and skirt, getting them a little wet as Christine splashed around a bit, Janice scrubbed the young woman.  She soaped her whole body, even insisting on washing her face.  Christine got some soap in her mouth and Janice had to fetch a cup of water for her to rinse her mouth out.  Janice used the big brush on Christine’s long slender back.  She scrubbed her front, burnishing her bosoms with it and bringing both her risen nipples to a perfect perkiness.  She soaped and scrubbed Christine’s bare gleaming bottom.   She washed Christine all up and down her elegant legs.  Lastly, she applied the brush between Christine’s legs where, incongruously for a baby daughter, her pussy hairs grew.  They talked quietly and laughed over how much they both loved John, and how they were willing to go to such silly lengths to both enjoy him.  They discussed shaving Christine’s snatch.  They deferred on that, deciding to wait and see what John thought of it.           

John arrived home just as Christine was stepping from the tub.  He walked into the bathroom unexpectedly.  He was home early.            

“Hi, everyone!” he said with delighted male eyes.  If he still held a grudge against Christine for missing work, he didn’t show it.  He looked at both women, grinning broadly.  Janice seemed a bit irked.  Christine, standing naked before John, still had her hair pinned up.  She looked lovely and lean and elegant, not at all like a baby!            

Christine wanted to run to John and embrace him.  She wanted to wet his pants and his work shirt and his tie with her nude wet body.  But she knew she had to defer to Janice if the relationship between them was to work.  So she waited submissively on her ‘Mommy’.  She did not, however, unpin her hair, perhaps as a silent reminder to John that she was, indeed, a fully mature, 21-year-old female.            

Janice regained her composure.  She resumed her role as Christine’s mother.            

“Dear, this is our new daughter, Krissy,” Janice told John.  “She has to brush her teeth before she can kiss you, and welcome you home.”  John was so happy to have both women in his presence at the same time that he didn’t interfere.  He took a seat on the toilet, the lid down, his pants still on, but sporting an erection no daughter should ever see!          

Janice guided Krissy to the sink.  They’d both agreed, as Janice washed her, that Christine must be called that.  For she was just a girl now, a baby, and babies had little names, not big grown up names like Christine.  Janice gave Krissy an adult-sized toothbrush.  Some things couldn’t be changed.  But from the bathroom cabinet she took out a tube of Sesame Street toothpaste.          

“Dear, Mommy will put the toothpaste on your toothbrush, so you don’t squirt it all over the floor, or get it on Daddy’s suit,” Janice told Krissy.  She smiled.  Christine assented to this.  She waited while her new Mommy squeezed toothpaste onto her toothbrush.  She was still nude, still wet from her bath.  Her Mommy had a wet blouse from her splashing.  John, still on the toilet, watched the women with avid eyes.  His dick flexed in his pants.          

Krissy’s toothbrush was made ready for her.  She put it into her mouth.            

“Yuck!” Krissy exclaimed, as she tasted the children’s toothpaste.  It tasted awful, like some sickly orange form of bubblegum.          

“Brush!” Mommy instructed Krissy.  She slapped her bare bottom and Krissy flinched.  The woman had warned her she’d have a sore bottom if she stayed with them as their daughter.  Well, she’d just gotten her first spank, and from Janice, no less!  With a bit of a grimace, Krissy forced herself to brush her teeth, while keeping a wary eye on Janice’s proximity to her bottom.  
         
“Not like that,” Janice whispered.  “Baby girls brush their teeth recklessly.  Make the toothpaste foam in your mouth.”          

“Okay,” Krissy replied.  She brushed like she remembered doing as a little girl, lickety-split, as if she might miss her cartoons.  But she pretended to like the taste of the toothpaste, and the fun of using her new toothbrush.  Soon, she’d succeeded in getting toothpaste suds all over her lips.  The suds ran down her chin and dripped from her chin onto her bare tits.  Krissy felt quite silly but, looking in the mirror, she had to agree that she looked quite childish too!          

Suddenly there was another slap on her bare bottom.  “You’re making a mess with the toothpaste!” Janice scolded.  “Mommy just bathed you.”  She gave Krissy’s derriere yet another slap and the 21-year-old flinched and wished she’d not taken her toothbrushing quite so much to heart.  “Rinse your mouth out,” Janice told Krissy.  The tall blonde leaned over the sink and spit childishly into it, then let Janice, who placed a hand under the running tap water, splash handfuls of water up into her face.          

“There, that’s better,” Janice said.  Krissy straightened up.  “Let Mommy inspect,” Janice told her.  Janice pried apart Krissy’s lips.  She looked at her teeth.  “Why, you have enough fillings for a 21 year old,” Janice laughed.  “You must have been getting into the candy.”          

Krissy was told to sit on her “Daddy’s” lap.  She obeyed, loving the chance to finally be close to John.  She smiled at him, not sure whether she had permission to kiss him or not.  She squirmed on his risen crotch.  Spreading her legs, and adjusting herself a little, she touched John’s crotch with her finger.  She poked naughtily at it.          

“Daddy, what’s that?” Krissy asked.  She felt wicked doing this, but couldn’t help herself.  Janice frowned.            

“A baby isn’t supposed to play with her Daddy’s penis,” Janice said to Krissy.          

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” Krissy answered.          

“We’re going to have an excellent weekend together,” John said to Krissy.  His grin disappeared.  His voice was suddenly low and serious.  He stroked Krissy’s back but he looked at her bosoms.  Then he lifted his face to regard her eyes.  She gazed up at him, her eyes liquid, waiting, wanting, just like a daughter might be with her daddy.  But she sensed these words were for her adult self.  “A couple will be joining us,” he said.  Christine flinched.  She’d never done anything group-wise before.  John placed a hand on her taut tummy as if to console her.  He watched as her breasts rose and fell with her breathing.  She was naked, still wet from the bath, he wore his suit from work.  “The man is 25, the girl 19.  They’re newly married.  The man’s a Marine but his wife wants to see him play baby for the weekend.  He’s agreed.  His name is Tim.  You’ll like him.”          

“And the girl too,” Janice added.  “She’ll be a mother, like me.”  

Janice pinned up strands of Christine’s hair that had fallen free.  “Oshio will be a teen Mom,” Janice said.  “At the end of the weekend Tim will…”          

“Yes,” John said to Christine.  “With regard to you, I had to make an agreement with my wife.”  He cupped Christine’s heavy breasts.  John massagingly hefted them high.  He squeezed them.  Christine yelped.  


John continued:  “At the end of the weekend, Tim, who’s spent time in Singapore, will demonstrate his skill with a rattan.”  


Christine gasped louder.  Still gripped by John, she was all too aware of her naked ass in his lap.  His crotch-tented lap!


“You see,” John told Christine.  “I’m with my wife, and he’ll be with his wife.  But you, Christine, you’ll be committing adultery.  And for that, at the end of the weekend, after you’ve been spoilt and pampered, you must be punished.”          

Tears wet Christine’s eyes, luminously.          

“Don’t worry,” John told her.  “I’ll let you get off— off of work on Monday.  Tuesday too, if necessary.”  Christine’s naked bottom squirmed on John’s lap.  Getting time off from work wasn’t uppermost in her mind.  Taking a caning was!  But then, if she was caned, she might hurt too much to sit down…!          

Janice stooped to Christine.  She tweaked one of Christine’s erect nipples.  “You don’t think you can play with my husband for free, do you?” Janice asked.          

Christine’s mind reeled.  She didn’t know whether to insist right now on dressing and leaving, or not.  John still gripped her breasts.  Janice was tweaking both of her nipples.  Christine spread her thighs.  She wanted... well... she didn’t know what she wanted.  Finally she just nodded, silently.  When she did, Janice kissed her.          

Together, Janice and John dried Christine.  The heat of the moment had almost done this, but the couple insisted on having Christine stand and rubbing a big fluffy towel all over her nude body.  John lingered with the towel between Christine’s legs.  When he finally took the towel away, she was more wet there than when he started!          

Christine was permitted heels.  Her long hair, however, was tied into pigtails.  Then a bib was tied around her neck.  She would wear it at dinner.  Her bib had a grinning teddy bear on it.  Around her waist, just below her navel, a yellow frill was tied.  It was merely an ornamentation, a frou-frou dress that wasn’t a dress, for it was too short to cover her pussy, let alone her bottom.  It was bowtied in back with a showy ribbon.  


The doorbell to the couple’s home rang.  Janice sent Christine, in her heels and puerile accessories, to answer it.          

“Hi!  Are you here for supper?” Christine asked when she’d opened the door.  A man and his young wife looked startled at first, then smiled.          

“Yes we are, little girl,” a sable-maned Asian replied.  She was slightly shorter than Christine.  “What’s your name?” she asked.          

Christine was about to answer with her real name but then she remembered the new name Janice had given her.  “Krissy,” she answered.  She looked at the man.  He was a hunk, broad-shouldered.  Looking at him, Christine knew why the Marines called themselves “the few and the proud”.  He was tall, with a soldierly bearing, and a massive chest and arms.  She shivered as she realized what such a powerful figure would be able to do to her bottom with a rattan.            

“Are you John and Janice’s new baby?” the Asian asked.          

“Yes,” Christine answered.  She put a finger to her mouth and crossed her feet, tried to be in character, to not think about how Janice had promised to end their weekend.  Perhaps Tim would like her so much as a little girl that he wouldn’t want to give her a caning as an adulteress.          

“My name’s Oshio,” the Asian said.  She moved in a way that drew Christine’s gaze back to herself, away from her husband.          

“Hi, Oshio,” Christine answered.  She sucked on her finger as she addressed the woman.  This distorted her speech, but found solace in it.  Babies didn’t get judicial canings for adultery.          

“Good heavens, Krissy!  Don’t leave them standing at the door, especially in your altogether!” Janice called from the hall.  She came running into the foyer.  Christine realized she’d been so mesmerized by the situation that she’d allowed herself to linger in front of the open door, in the nude, the guests not entirely blocking the view of her from the street.  Janice pulled Christine back from the open door.  She invited Oshio and Tim inside.          

“She can be such a bad girl,” Janice said to the newlywed couple.  “Already she’s been playing with her Daddy’s penis.”  Janice gave Christine a slap on her bare bottom.  Christine blushed fiercely.  It was one thing to be slapped by Janice in front of John.  It was another thing to be slapped in front of this visiting couple, whom she’d just met!          

The dinner table lay in readiness.  The plates were made of fine china and Janice had gotten her best silverware out.  However, Oshio would provide some entertainment first, as their cocktail waitress.            

John came into the dining room.  He was dressed in a new suit.  He shook Tim’s hand.  Tim also was dressed in a suit.            

“Smoke?” John asked.  He pulled a cigar from his coat pocket.            

“Sure,” Tim answered.            

Oshio tapped her husband’s shoulder.  “Dear, babies don’t smoke,” she said.            

“Just one,” Tim replied.  “Before we get started.”  He and John lit their cigars.  They stood smoking.          

“Let’s have cocktails,” Janice said.  She looked at Oshio.  “You can serve us in the sitting room.”          

“Okay,” Oshio answered.           

They began drifting toward the sitting room, all five of them.  


Janice touched Oshio’s arm.            

“Serve us nude,” Janice told Oshio.  The Asian blanched.  She looked at her husband.  Then she looked at Janice’s husband.  Then she looked at Tim again.  Neither man gave her a reprieve from Janice’s request.          

“Alright,” Oshio relented.  With Christine naked ( and dressed like a baby! ) she could hardly refuse to be nude.  The men grinned.  Oshio reached behind herself.  She unzipped her miniskirt.  She let it fall to the floor.  She looked again, pleadingly, at her husband.  But Tim only smiled.  A male smile; wicked, expectant.            

Oshio put her hands on her panties.  They were red thong panties.  She slipped them down off of her hips.  However, the center strip of her thong was caught in her pussy lips.  As Oshio slipped down her panties, the strip held out a moment, not wishing to leave her slit.  Finally, it popped from within her vulva.  It shivered between her tense legs.  Oshio slid her panties all the way down her legs and stepped out of them.            

Oshio lifted her panties up from her feet.  Holding them in her hand, she wondered what to do with them.  Then she saw that John wanted them.  Reluctantly, she handed her panties to him.  He grinned at her husband.  John, holding Oshio’s panties, stabbed them with his cigar.  He stabbed their crotch.


Oshio gave a startled shriek.  So did Christine.          

“I’ve always liked crotchless panties best,” John remarked.          

“Oh!  Those are my best panties!” Oshio cried.          

“You should know better than to wear your best panties here,” Janice said to the girl.  Kim watched, with a chagrined look, as John’s cigar burned a hole through her panties.  John attacked her panties’ crotch, the very part that had held out the longest when she’d pulled her panties down.  When he was finished, her panties would never again offer such resistance.  There was a gaping hole burnt through her panties’ crotch!          

“Your blouse, darling, and your bra,” Janice reminded Oshio.  The girl woke as from a daze, still staring at her panties, and put her hands to the buttons of her blouse.  She unbuttoned all three buttons in front, then lifted the opened garment over her head.  Finally, reaching back, she unsnapped her bra.  Its cups popped from her breasts.  She drew the bra off completely.  Her bosoms, stiff nippled, wiggled before the men and their cigars.            

“Your bra,” John ordered.  He made Oshio give him her bra.  It was made of a light, chiffon fabric.  This was semi-sheer.  John attacked Oshio’s bra with his cigar.  He burnt holes in it right where her nipples pressed against the cups when she wore it.  To her gasping dismay, Oshio saw that, with this bra, she would never again hide her nipples.  


John returned Oshio’s bra and panties to her.  But Janice, intervening, plucked the garments from the girl’s hand.  She threw them on the floor.


“You won’t be needing those for the next several days,” Janice said to Oshio.  The Asian was left standing before everyone in just her stockings.  These rose up her long legs to her upper thighs.  They framed her pussy.          

The men went to a sofa, taking Christine with them.  They sat her on John’s lap.  Her legs were arranged so that they lay across Tim’s lap.  Janice, meanwhile, took Oshio to the room’s wet bar.  There, she helped Oshio mix drinks.  These were put on a serving tray.            

Janice joined the men on the couch.  She sat next to Tim.  Oshio, bearing cocktails, approached the four.  She offered them drinks.  She did so with her pussy exposed.  The dark curls of her vulva matched the color of her stockings.  


Oshio stooped to John to hand him a drink.  Christine leaned toward Oshio.  She impulsively licked Oshio’s slit.          

“Oh!” Oshio cried.  She almost spilled John’s drink on him.            

“Mmmm, you taste sweet,” Christine said, in a babyish voice.  She didn’t know why she’d licked this girl’s pussy, except that her own felt wet and excited.  Also, she didn’t want John paying attention to someone else.  Christine was greedy for Tim’s attention too.          

“Yes, baby, have a treat before dinner!” Janice said to Christine.  The 21-year-old’s initiative pleased her.  “Have some honey!  Lick it out of Oshio!”          

Christine’s maneuver was a success.  It enthralled John and Tim.  The men grabbed Oshio.  Holding her, they ordered Christine to lick her slit.  Christine pried wide Oshio’s cunt with her fingers.  She licked in Oshio’s sex.  She became anxious, however, as she did this.  She didn’t want the men to think that she was a lezzie!  A penis was what she craved, not another girl’s cunt!          

With her long hair tumbling over her shoulders, Oshio watched as Christine fed in her twat.  Christine’s fingers kept Oshio’s dell open.  Her tongue slurped deeply in the Asian.   


Pleasure tore through Oshio.  She gave a loud gasp.  Christine’s tongue had captured her.  She humped the “baby”, unwilling to escape her, even if she could have!            

“Yes!  Yes!  Oh, my God!” Oshio cried.  Still standing, she blushed.  It embarrassed her to be eaten out before everyone.  Nonetheless, she kept working her hips to Christine’s clutching fingers, and to her licking mouth.  


Oshio squeezed her upturned tits.  She yanked at her stiff teats.  Christine, down below, plunged repeatedly into her with her tongue.          

The “baby”, meanwhile, began masturbating.  Her legs split wide as she did.  John, however, caught Christine’s cunt-diddling hand by the wrist.  He pulled her fingers from herself.  


“Don’t cum,” John told Christine.  He wished to savor his “daughter’s” need.  Christine, denied pleasure, attacked Oshio’s sex more viciously.  She did so with mindless heat.  


The raven-maned Asian wobbled on her heels.  She leaned back against her husband’s legs.  Tim held her to keep her from toppling over.  


Christine fed hungrily within Oshio’s sex.  The teen wife moaned.  All this time, she was still holding the tray with the cocktails.  The glasses shivered and shook.   


A scream tore from Oshio.  Her naked breasts wobblingly bounced.  The drinks on her tray spilled.  Oshio’s smooth belly flexed.  Her hips proffered, she let her sex be ravaged by Christine’s mouth.  


The blonde fed deeply in Oshio’s sex with her tongue.  She was a ravenous cat.  Oshio, standing wide-legged, spent repeatedly on Christine’s face.

One of Christine’s hands remained captured by John.  The blonde still strove to frig herself.  John, however, denied her.  Christine’s other hand held Oshio’s cunt open.  Her tongue continued its assault there.  


Oshio humped her way through a final orgasm.  She lost her tray, with the spilled drinks, to the floor.  John let Christine lift her face from the Asian’s muff.  The “baby’s” face was smeared with the Asian’s intimate juice.


Oshio stood up straight with Tim’s help.  She looked down at Christine.          

“I hope that satisfied your sweet tooth,” Oshio said to Christine.  The Asian brushed her lank black locks back from her face.  Her eyes were wet with tears of uncontrolled joy.  Her cunt was wetter.  She licked her lips.  Christine, looking up at her, licked her own lips.          

“You have a tasty slit,” Christine said in a babyish voice to Oshio.  The Asian’s cunt juice glistened on Christine’s cheeks.          

“Thanks,” Oshio replied.  “Call me anytime you miss dessert.”


“I’ll call you Miss Dessert,” Christine said.  She laughed.  Then, sitting up, she said to John, “But I like dinner better.  Especially a sausage!”  Her smile included Tim.


“You’re going to be well fed this weekend,” John assured Christine.            

Janice took Oshio back to the wet bar.  The pair prepared a fresh tray of drinks.  Janice sat again on the sofa.  She sat beside Tim.  


Oshio, walking about in her black stockings, served drinks to everyone.  Then she sat down beside John.  Christine was once more sitting sideways in John’s lap.  Her cleft rear was pointed toward Oshio.  The Asian regarded it.          

“Christine has a very spankable bottom,” Oshio said.  The “baby’s” cleft rear bulged back at Oshio.  The Asian, sipping her drink, caressed Christine’s ass.  The “baby” gasped.  Oshio pressed her finger between the cheeks of Christine’s ass.  The “baby” gasped louder.  Christine, with her finger, traced the furrow of Christine’s ass.          

Christine nearly spilled her cocktail.  “Hey!  Get your finger out of my bottom!” Christine objected.  The others laughed.            

“I hardly think *you* have any right to complain,” Oshio answered.


“I’m not a lezzie,” Christine said.  Oshio gave her plump bottom a slap.


“OW!” Christine yelped.


“Tim will teach you not that I’m not a lezzie,” Oshio told the “baby”.  Christine shivered.  She looked at Tim.  He gave her a predator’s grin.  So did her “daddy”.          

A pair of tall highchairs flanked the dining room table.  They were unusual, for each was made to hold an adult.  Also, the chairs were equipped with leather manacles and shackles!

Christine had tried her best to not look at the highchairs.  However, as the couples finished their drinks, it was obvious that the time for dinner had come.  Aperitifs had been enjoyed.  Even Oshio’s cunny had been enjoyed, by Christine.  The men rose.  In their rising they took Christine with them.  She stood, her bottomcheeks huddling, for Oshio was still poking at them with her finger.            

“You have a nice ass,” Oshio complimented Christine.  The Asian remained seated.            

“Thanks,” Christine said.  Then, emboldened by the men’s attention on her, she made a disgusting sound.  It was the sound of a fart.  Her mouth made it as she stuck her ass out at Oshio.  The Asian gave Christine’s bottom a slap.            

“I’ll enjoy seeing my husband cane you,” Oshio said.            

“Come, you naughty baby,” Janice said to Christine.  “It’s time for your din-din.”  She said this as she rose from the couch.  Janice went to Christine.  She drew the girl away from Oshio.  The bare-assed blonde was glad to be taken out of range of the Asian.  Christine let herself be drawn to the dining room table.            

Fine china and silverware waited for the guests who would sit at the table.  But Christine, who was to sit in one of the highchairs, saw that her place, on the chair’s tray, was set with small, baby things.  There was a plastic spoon ( no knife or fork ), and a small plastic plate and bowl.  A cup, also made of plastic, sported a painting of Tweety-Bird.          

Christine’s bib already had come in handy.  It was stained with Oshio’s juices.  Not bothering to change it, Janice readied Christine’s highchair so the girl could seat herself.  Janice did this by swiveling aside the chair’s feeding tray.          

Christine looked down at the chair.  Though it resembled a chair for a baby, it was big enough for an adult.  The chair’s seat was unusual.  It had a fairly sharp ridge in its center.  This extended from its rear to its front.  There was a large, slot-like hole in part of the ridge.  Otherwise, it was solid.  Christine blushed.  The seat had a wedgie built into it!  


The whole seat was angled forward.  Its back was higher than its front.  It was as if she was meant to sit, only to slide out of it!


Yet, something protruded at front of the seat.  It was in the center of the seat’s front.  It stuck toward the seat’s rear at an angle.  The protuberance was a small penis-like knob.  Christine gave a tit-wiggly gasp.  She saw that the dick-like knob was meant to invade her pudenda.  Plugged into her cunt, it would keep her from sliding out of the chair!          

“Sit down,” Janice said to Christine.  “What are you waiting for?  This is a perfect chair for a naughty baby like you.”          

“I-- I can see that,” Christine said, in a faltering voice.  


“It lacks a plug for her butthole,” Oshio observed.  “To make her keep her farts to herself.”


Christine tongue-farted the Asian.


The tall chair had obviously been made by a pervert, with an eye for torturing females.  Nonetheless, Christine mounted the step between the chair’s forward legs.  She settled her shapely rear into its seat.  “Into” would not have been the right word, with this seat, for as soon as Christine sat she let out a woeful cry.  The ridge jammed itself into the crack of her bottom.  She felt herself slide slightly forward.  But the knob at the seat’s forward edge poked into her slit!  By prying into her, it kept her in the chair.  

Christine looked down at herself.  Her pussy was plugged, but the rest of her vulva remained visible.  Her violated vulva could be easily seen by the dinner guests.  This was so because the height of the chair’s seat was above that of the table’s top.  Christine closed her legs against the staring eyes of the others.          

John seated himself at the adults’ table.  Oshio and Tim stood near it.  Janice swiveled the feeding tray for Christine’s chair into place.


“Honey,” Janice cooed to Christine.  “A bad baby like you mustn’t sit with her legs together.  Especially at dinner, with everyone eager for dessert.”  Christine’s slender throat swallowed.  John, whom she loved, was gazing right at her cunt!  But she kept her legs closed.  


Janice went behind Christine.  She stroked the girls arms.  Then she drew them sharply back.  Christine gasped as this forced her outthrust breasts to jut out more.


Janice put Christine’s arms behind the back of her highchair.  She attached to them to the leather manacles there. 


“Don’t worry, Mommy will feed you,” Janice told Christine.           

Tim came to Christine.  Taking hold of her legs, he drew them apart.  Gasping, she showed her slit more fully to him.  He enjoyed eyeing it.  But he had more in mind.  Leather shackles hung from the highchair’s front legs.  Tim buckled Christine’s ankles into the shackles.  This forced her to display her pussy to all the guests.  She realized she’d be sitting this way throughout dinner.  Since her highchair’s seat was above the top of the table, its diners, at least those on the table’s far side, would be able to stare at her sex while they ate.  They’d doubtless hatch carnal plans for her cunt.          

However, Janice had one more surprise in store for Christine.  This involved the hole in Christine’s chair.  The 21-year-old had been grateful for the hole.  Since it was centered below her anus, it spared her the ridge’s pressure there.  Now, however, a sense of horror ran through Christine.  She realized that the hole wasn’t meant to ease her ability to sit on the ridge, which split her bottom’s furrow.  Rather, its purpose was to put her poop hole in a worse position than the rest of her bottomcrack!            

Janice produced a dildo.  She showed it to Christine.  Doing so, John’s wife squirted liberal amounts of vaseline over the dildo.          

“You’re going to have a friend at dinner,” Janice told Christine.  The older woman laughed, as did Oshio.  John and Tim laughed.  Christine was not amused.  Yet, looking at John, she realized that she loved him enough to at least try this perversion, if only to please him.            

Janice leaned forward.  She slipped her hand underneath the seat of Christine’s highchair.  “Have you ever been fucked up the butt?” Janice asked Christine.          

“Once— by your husband —“ Christine breathed.            

“Well!” Janice snapped, obviously offended.  With a vigorous push she shoved the dildo up through the hole in the chair.  It met Christine’s anus.          

“Noooooo!” Christine yelped.  Her cry quickly turned to a wail as, with her arms firmly bound behind her, she felt her anus yielding to the big dildo.  She was stretched by it.  


“Ackcckchhh!” Christine cried.  “No!  Please don’t!  We only fucked once —“ she begged.  But Janice, who would have introduced her to the dildo even if she were a virgin, rammed the big thing up her ass.          

“Ohhhh, please!” Christine begged.  The dildo made her roll her eyes and puff out her cheeks.  She threw her chest forward, hoping somehow to squirm off of the big faux cock.  Yet Janice pushed it deeper in her.  The big mock cock burned and itched as it drove up in Christine.  It pushed all the air from her lungs, just as John’s cock had once done to her.  “Stopppp!” Christine yelled.  “It’s - it’s going too far up!”            

There was laughter.  “You’ve only got three inches in you, girl.  Four to go,” Janice said.  Christine’s eyes rolled.  Her lashes batted.  She licked her lips.  She bit her lower lip.  Tim took hold of her face and pried her teeth off of her lip so she wouldn’t cut herself there.  He forced open her jaw.  He drove his tongue into her mouth even as she struggled upon the rising prong in her ass.  She tasted of Tim’s wife, from her licking of Oshio.  Tim probed deep in Christine’s mouth.  Christine’s own tongue, dueling with his, failed to dislodge him.  She was invaded at both ends!  She could do nothing to stop either trespasser.  The knob at the front of the chair poked insistently within her pussy.          

Janice pushed the dildo fully into Christine.  Only its flared end remained out of her butt.  Indeed, this stuck out of Christine’s ass like a half-delivered turd.  A small shelf was under the bottom of the chair.  Janice swiveled this under the dildo.  She locked it in place.  The result was that the shelf was below the dildo.  It pressed against the dildo’s base.  Christine, flexing her bottom, tried to eject the dildo.  But the shelf under the dildo kept it from being pooped out of Christine.


“There, all ready for dinner, Janice said to Christine.  “You’ll be a very good girl now, won’t you?” The 21-year-old groaned on Tim’s tongue.          

Tim remained to be seated in a highchair of his own.  He would sit across the table from Christine, facing her directly.  Janice planned to eat at the table’s head.  There, if she stood, she’d be able to feed either of her babies.  


John was sitting next to Christine.  From his chair at the table, he could toy with her naked charms.  Meanwhile, Oshio would sit next to her husband.  There, she’d find his cock within easy reach.          

Janice strolled up to Tim.  She told him to undress.  The Marine was accustomed to being burdened with responsibilities to his service.  Now, he was happy to surrender himself to the responsibility of another.  With his wife’s help, as John and Christine looked on, Tim took off his clothes.          

“Everything,” Janice reminded him, seeing him linger over his briefs.  “Everything but your socks.”  Tim obeyed.  


As he did, he eyed a large, sharp knife lying at Janice’s place on the table.  


“Oh, my!  You’re much too large for a baby.  And so hairy!” Janice exclaimed to him, as Tim pulled down his briefs.  His huge, snakelike cock popped from his briefs.  Around its base was a wealth of blonde pubic hair.  His big scrotum also bore hair.            

Oshio had been clued in by Janice, regarding the knife.  “You should have shaved before dinner!” she told her husband.  


“We’ll have to do it for him,” Janice said.          

Tim shivered.  His shiver ran along the length of his big erection.  “Go easy on me with that knife, girls!” he begged.            

“Sit down, dear.  Mommy will take care of everything,” Janice replied.  She took him by his big arm.  Together with Oshio, she led Tim to his highchair.  The big man was made to sit on the chair’s wicked, ass-splitting seat.          

“Damn!  This ridge hurts!” he exclaimed.  No knob was at the front of Tim’s seat.  However, the ridge ran the entire length of Tim’s chair.  At its front, it forcibly parted his ballsack.  Tim’s testicles were split from one another by the ridge.  


Above Tim’s scrotum, his cock stuck up at an angle.  It pointed lewdly at Christine!  The 21-year-old, her cunt and ass plugged, squirmed.  But squirming only made the big dildo in her guts more discomfiting!


“Unhh,” Tim groaned.  “I feel like I’m going to cum, with this damn ridge forcing itself up into my balls.”           

“You’d better not!”  Janice scolded him.  “Not yet, anyway.  We’re saving your sperm for dessert.”  She teasingly stroked his penis.  Tim groaned.  Christine, watching, whimpered.            

“Ohhh, God!” Tim begged.  “Please make me cum.  I can’t have my balls be this full with that damn ridge under them!”  Masturbating would soon be out of the question.  That’s because his wife was pulling his arms behind him.  She meant to manacle them to the back of his chair.  Oshio reminded her husband that he was now a baby.  A baby who was too small and weak to resist her.  ( Albeit, a baby with a very large cock!  Tim gritted his teeth.  He opened himself to the experience of being a baby by letting Oshio restrain his hands.  Janice proceeded to pull his legs wide.  She shackled his ankles to the front legs of his chair.          

Christine looked at Tim.  He gazed back at her.  


“I like your penis,” Christine confessed to Tim.  His big cock throbbed.  It aimed spear-like at Christine.  Specifically, it aimed at her sex.          

“I like your pussy,” Tim answered.  “But I’m still going to whip your ass at the end of the weekend.”          

Christine shivered.  She didn’t like being reminded of that.  As if to take her mind off of it, John reached over her thigh.  He began fondling her cunt.  Christine responsively squirmed.  At once, she wished she hadn’t!  Her movements made the dildo in her hurt more.  Christine yelped.  John, wickedly, kept at her sex.  Fresh yelps burst from Christine as his teasing made her squirm more.  Her poor butt suffered as the dildo kept her anus stretched, and her guts full!          

Janice got a can of whipped cream.  Christine thought it must be for their dessert.  Yet she wondered at it being brought out so early.  Then she saw that, along with the whipped cream, Janice had a shaving brush.          

John’s wife dipped the brush into the cream.  “Mmmm.  Sweet!” she said, tasting the cream on the brush.  


Oshio gave Tim a cat-like grin.  Kissing his bare, chiseled chest, she stroked his very stiff penis.


“Don’t shoot your cream as we cream your dick,” Oshio told her husband.


Janice put the shaving brush to work.  With it, she spread the cream all over Tim’s pubic hair.  She did this to the hair around his big cock.  Then, she delivered more cream to his ridge-parted balls.  Janice considered Tim’s penis.  Remarking that a hairy baby like Tim might grow hair on his dick, she spread whipped cream all over it too.


“Don’t you need a straight edge razor to shave me?” Tim asked.  To his surprise, the big Marine was starting to feel scared.          

“I’ll do my best with this knife,” Janice answered.  “Don’t move too much, dear.  I’d hate for you to become the first woman Marine!”


Janice proceed to show that she wasn’t afraid of the knife.  Using it, she sliced open the front of her evening gown.  It split wide.  She wore no bra or panties.  Her bare, shapely body was revealed. 


Like Oshio, Janice was wearing long black stockings.  She relieved herself of her ruined gown.  It fell in a pool at her feet.  Then, she applied herself to Tim.  She stooped before him.  Her large breasts, going pendant, knocked against his well-creamed cock.  This contact left blobs of cream on her bosoms.  Oblivious to this, Janice began, very carefully, to draw the sharp edge of her knife along Tim’s big penis.          

“No!” Christine breathed.  She couldn’t bear to think of the harm Tim might suffer, if Janice cut him.  


John’s wife began to scrape the whipped cream off of Tim’s wiener.  To show the man she wasn’t afraid of her blade, she ran her tongue down its flat side after each stroke.  She did this to clean excess cream from it.  Then she was back to work with the knife, slowly removing, with slicing motions, the cream from Tim’s penis.  Janice succeed in this.  Tim, somehow, retained his seed as she handled his erection.  


Janice then shaved, as best as she could, his pubic hair.  She took off what she could of the hair surrounding his dick.  Next, Janice went for the hair on his bulging scrotum.  The effect of this was less than a barber’s.  Janice mostly just removed the cream.  Tim’s hair, like his sperm in his scrotum, remained.  Janice became excited as she worked.  At times, even as she put the knife to Tim’s privates, she masturbated.  Some of her cunt juice, which got on her fingers, was transferred to the knife.  This made the creamed blade more slick. 


Oshio was also moved to masturbate.  She did so while kissing her husband.  Tim, beset by the frigging females, yearned to shoot his cumload.    


All this affected John.  He released his penis from his pants.  Rubbing it, he wondered if Janice would shave him next.


Cunt-plugged Christine let out a whimper.  She tried humping the stopper in her pussy, but that made her dildo-stuffed ass hurt!  John saved her from part of this suffering.  He stood.  He pulled her highchair back from the table.  He applied himself to the plug in her sex.


It turned out that the plug could be removed from the chair.  John, freeing Christine’s sex of it, set the plug on the table.  He kissed Christine.  Then, as she sat ass-plugged in her chair, he began to shove his penis in her!


Christine screamed.  John fucked her.  His movements, and her squirming responses, proved to be hell on her poor butt-stuffed behind.  But she was, at the same time, hopelessly hungry to get boned in her cunt.  The joined pair climaxed together.  John shot his load deep into Christine.  


John took off his clothes.  He sat again beside Christine.  With a view to future conquests, the man began to masturbate.  He smeared the last drops of his cum over his penis.  He also gathered his cum from Christine.  He used it to further slicken his dick.


Christine was obliged to remain in her highchair.  The butt-stuffed woman would spend dinner oozing John’s cum from her cunt.          

Janice finished with Tim.  His big dick had survived her knife.  So, in fact, had most of his pubic hair.  Janice sat down to eat.  Oshio, however, went to the kitchen.  She soon returned.  Playing at being a server, brought out the food.  Tim’s wife didn’t confine herself only to serving the others.  She served herself too, by pausing to masturbate.  She did this at the table in front of the others.  They cheered her on.  Except that is, for Christine.  The dick in her butt continued to limit her movements.  Even speaking might cause her rear to shift on the dildo stuffed in her!


Oshio didn’t neglect Christine.  She served food to her as well as to the others.           

Dinner was now underway.  Oshio took her seat at the table.  She proceeded to eat with the others.  Janice stood.  She set about cutting Christine’s food for her.  Then, she fed Christine with her fingers.  Janice’s fingers were wet from her sex.  Christine tried not to think of that as she was fed.  Janice, however, wouldn’t let her off so easy.  When she’d fed Christine, she made Christine lick her fingers.


Janice returned to her seat.  She enjoyed her own meal.  John stood up next.  He proceeded to feed Christine with his fingers.  His fingers tasted of his cum.  Christine accepted his food-laden fingers in her mouth.  She had no reservations about licking his fingers!          

Oshio was the next person to feed Christine.  The 21-year-old “baby” could taste Oshio’s cunt on her fingers.  But, having earlier eaten her pussy, Christine could hardly object now!


Oshio hadn’t forgotten Christine’s carnal assault.  She pretended to fuck Christine as she fed her.  The Asian did this by jabbing her fingers into Christine’s mouth.  All the while, Christine remained seated on the awful gut-splitting dildo.  Her resisting squirms made the mock cock hurt more!          

But Christine didn’t just endure being butt-fucked.  She and Tim made no secret, during the meal, of their pleasure at staring at each other’s sexes.  All through the meal, Christine gazed at Tim’s big unspent cock.  Tim looked with avid eyes at Christine’s pussy.  One man had used it.  Her cunt remained available for another!          

“Honey, do you like Christine’s cunt?” Oshio asked her husband.  She said this as Janice, now playing at being the table’s server, delivered dessert.


“Yeah,” Tim acknowledged.  His eyes remained on Christine as he answered his wife.          

“That’s good, honey,” Oshio said.  “Because I have a present for you.”  She produced something that Janice had slipped to her, along with her dessert.  It was a dildo.          

“What?  No!  I’m — I’m a boy!” Tim protested.  He had, of course, seen the hole in his chair.  But he’d never imagined it being put to use with regard to himself.


“I guess you will be the first girl Marine, after all!” Janice told Tim.


“Yes!” Oshio enthused.  She wagged the big dildo before Tim’s face.  “Maybe with this in your ass,” she told him, you’ll remember to admire my pussy!”


John offered no aid to Tim.  The Marine wondered aloud if he might get AIDS from being ass fucked.


“Not by a dildo,” Janice assured him.  She and Oshio worked the big faux cock into Tim.  They pushed it in all the way, except for its flared base.  As with Christine, a shelf was used to hold it in place.


Dessert was fed to Tim and Christine.  Though each was discomfortingly stuffed up the butt, they continued to look at each other’s bared privates.


Relief came at last to the two “babies”.  It was at dinner’s end that Janice removed their dildos.  Christine, who’d held hers longest, got to go first.  Janice, extracting the dildo from Christine’s butt, told her to move her bowels.  “That’ll help it come out,” Janice said.  This was true.  However, it required Christine to, in effect, poop in front of the others.  She blushed as she did so.


Tim, watching this, strained to rid himself of the mock cock in his ass.  Janice soon attended to him.  


As the “babies” cleared their bowels, Oshio cleared the table.          

Christine and Tim were helped down from their chairs.  Tim’s big penis was unspent.  Christine had, of course, orgasmed.  But, being female, she could cum as much as she pleased.  Spilling within her nest moistened her for a man’s entry.  She didn’t need to pump into others.  She just needed to receive.          

Tim walked over to Christine.  His penis was as stiff as a flagpole.  He embraced John’s young lover.  She squealed as he showered her with kisses.  The two had suffered together as “babies”.  Christine returned Tim’s kisses.  She did so with her plump tits squashed to him, and his penis pressed hard to her belly.  


Tim reminded Christine that he’d cane her at the weekend’s end.  The thought made her nearly faint.  Would Tim really do that?  she wondered.  His words made her kiss him more, as if to win his mercy.          

Janice suggested that they all adjourn to the master bedroom.  The five agreed.  Tim and Christine rubbed their bottoms, for both were sore from being wedged wide and stuffed deep.  Christine untied her bib and frill and let them fall to the floor.          

“Christine!  That’s no way to treat the clothes Mommy’s bought you!” Janice said.  She bent and picked up Christine’s bib and frill.          

“I’m sorry, Mommy,” Christine said.  


“You’re a naughty baby,” Tim told the 21-year-old.  She, perhaps stupidly, after trying to gain his reprieve, tongue-farted him.          

The master bedroom was upstairs.  The lights in the room were already on, but dimmed, giving the room a romantic appeal.  A tube of K-Y waited on the nightstand, plus condoms, for any who wished them.          

“I need to pee,” Oshio said.  


“I think we all do,” John answered.


“Some of us need to cum too,” Tim said.          

“We’ll all pee together,” Janice said.  “It’s fun to watch.”  She hooked her arm through Oshio’s.  Janice led the girl into the room’s ensuite bath.  The room was mirrored.  Oshio peed before the others, and her mirrored reflection.  Christine went next, followed by Janice.  Each man then urinated in turn.  The spectacle of John’s peeing cock, and Tim’s, made the women hungry to see them shoot sperm.


The five returned to the bedroom.  John, his cock hard again, pointed their way.  So did Tim.  Both men’s dicks flexed in anticipation of the night’s carnal work.            

“Well, let’s get better acquainted then, shall we?” Janice asked.  The five of them tumbled into bed. 


The End of “Baby Pussy” Installment One.


The Installment Number bears no relation to the story’s chapter numbers.


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