We went into a living room, John leading the way, Pauline guiding me as I walked
with cuffed hands in front of her.  I still had a feeling of being protected,
despite her desire to see me flogged, for her hands were very gentle in handling
me.  The two young men whoíd met us at the front door to their house stood in the
living room.  Their loin cloths were gone.  However, they still wore their ëmale
chastity pins,í as I heard someone refer to them.  Big, emerald-tipped tweezers,
one end stuck up into their pee hole while the other clamped the underside of
their cockís head.  It was hoped, at least, that by being plugged up like that
the two boys would not spend.  I wondered, though, if they got excited enough, if
they couldnít manage somehow to shoot out their jism anyway.  Already I could see
pre-cum oozing out around the emerald stuck at the end of each boysí dick.  The
tweezers, I guessed, were more a device of torture, perhaps to discipline the
mind, than a device that could keep all their sperm in them if they suffered an
orgasm.  The pin in their penis was a way of telling them that they were not
permitted to cum. One of the young men set down a large silver bucket.  It was
packed with ice.  Inside it was a smaller bucket.  It had clear fluid in it. 
Pauline leaned over one of the sofas in the living room.  There were lace doilies
on the armrests of the sofas in the room.  She picked one up.  She walked me over
to the bucket.  She dipped the doily in the bucket.  She drew it up, dripping
with the clear fluid.  She put it to my face.  I smelled wine.  It was cold, from
being in the bucket packed with ice.  Pauline rubbed it all over my face,
cleaning it of the ice cream sheíd so rudely smooshed over my nose and eyes. 
Then she handed the lace doily to the nearest boy slave.  He took it, and left
the room. ìIím sorry,î Pauline said to me.  She kissed my wine-wettened cheek.  I
was thankful for her cleaning my face, but the rest of me she left untouched.  I
was still messy all down my front.  Food, syrup, melted ice cream decorated the
stiff stems of my nipples, the outswell of my breasts.  It ran down the flatness
of my tummy to moisten me in the inviting place between my legs.  However, the
rest of me was still clean.  Since Pauline had washed my face, it no longer had
ice cream on it.  As for the hair on my head, it was decorated only with small
bits of food.  They clung to loose strands, hanging down past my eyes, that had
been unfortunate enough to get caught in the corners of my mouth. My smooth back
and round little bottom had escaped entirely.  It was a strange sight; the front
of me splattered while the back of me was unblemished. ìI want a bath,î I said
frankly to Pauline. ìThen you shall have it,î she replied. ìIn the living room?î
I asked. ìYes,î Pauline said.  A smirk of a smile lifted up the ends of her lips.
 She kissed me.  ìYou are so sweet,î she murmured.  ìYouíre good for practising
having a baby, do you know that?î she asked me. ìNo,î I said.  ìI donít want to
be a baby.î ìSit down on the couch,î Pauline said.  I did, and at once she
scolded me.  ìNot like that,î she said.  ìSit on the edge of the couch, so that
only the back of your bottom is resting on it.  Sit with your legs splayed, so we
can all see your cunt.  Weíre going to have a bath, just as youíve requested.î I
complied.  Pauline told Rebecca and Chrissy, who were messy like me, though not
as badly, to sit as I was sitting.  The men also were made to sit with their legs
apart, showing us their equipment, their butts perched on the ends of the couches
where they sat. ìSteve, you must sit with Rebecca,î Pauline told Chrissyís
husband.  ìBrad, you sit with Chrissy.  Iíll handle Chloe.  John,î she said,
looking up at her husband, who still towered over us, ìYou may do as you please,
for you are master of all of us.î ìIndeed I am,î John answered, his big penis
hanging off the front of him.  He picked up a pair of black leather gloves off
the surface of a table holding a lamp.  He drew them on.  He flexed his fingers,
wearing them, and looked directly at me.  ìYou have a nice ass,î John told me.  I
swallowed hard.  The slave boy who had left with the soiled doily now returned
with a coiled black leather whip in his hands.  He gave it to John. ìKneel down,
white boy,î John said.  ìI need an ass to practise on.î The boy was
beautifully-formed.  His skin was golden from being naked on the island.  His
cock stuck out in front of him, competing in size with that of Johnís.  He
gulped. ìDonít hit my balls,î the boy said.  Then, with a quick glance at us, he
knelt down on the floor. ìLegs apart,î John told the boy. ìNo!î I shouted. 
Pauline put a stiff finger over my lips. ìShhhh,î she said.  ìHe is paid well to
be our slave.  John must have target practise on someone, if he is not to hurt
you.  He must limber up, you know.î ìOhhh, Iím frightened for him,î I said. ìIt
is not his first time,î Pauline told me. ìOh, please donít,î Rebecca murmured, in
a soft, quiet voice, watching from across the room. ìI want to see his ass glow,î
Chrissy said.  She grinned. John raised his big whip.  It had a very long tail. 
It had a big handle, made of black ivory, that he gripped in his gloved right
hand. ìI must kiss him first!  He is so brave!î I cried.  Still handcuffed, I
leaped out of Paulineís lap.  I ran over to where the boy was kneeling, in the
center of the room.  Oblivous to the danger of Johnís whip, which he now had
lifted in preparation to strike, I dropped to my knees.  I knelt behind the boy. 
I gazed with wonder at his big pair of balls between his legs.  I leaned forward.
 I kissed them, letting the hair growing on them tickle my nose.  Then I kissed
each of the cheeks of his ass. John reached down and grabbed one of my arms.  He
yanked me to my feet. ìGet out of my way,î John growled.  He pushed me aside.  I
stumbled back toward Pauline, who stood up and caught me before I could fall to
the floor.  She drew me back to the couch.  We sat down again. I was made to open
my legs, so that my cunt could be seen by all. TWAAACK!  The whip struck.  The
boy howled.  We all watched with mesmerized eyes.  I felt myself suddenly wishing
to cry.  Pauline held me close, kissed me on my cheek. ìDonít worry,î she said.
ìBut what if he hits his balls?î I gasped. ìHe is not a novice,î Pauline
answered.  I didnít know who she spoke of; the boy?  Her husband?  I was too
scared to ask. The whip struck again.  It made the boy gasp.  He lurched forward.
 Yet he did not try to rise.  He remained kneeling, taking each lash bravely.
ìThat is good,î John said, after striking the boy again. ìYou!î he called to the
other.  ìKneel in his place.  It is your turn.î The one boy rose, the other knelt
down.  The boy whoíd just been whipped clutched the cheeks of his bottom.  He
massaged them fiercely.  He sniffled a little.  But, thankfully, despite his
scorched bottom, I guessed that his balls had been spared.  As for his penis, it
was as stiffly beautiful as ever.  It stuck out in front of him like some lewd
ornament.  The emerald was still poked in his pee hole. We watched, fascinated
and appaled, as the other slave boy received a whipping from John.  Each stroke
of the awful whip caused the boy to lurch forward on his knees.  He cried a
little.  His dick swung forward and back, like a pendulum, under the force of the
blows. When John was finished he told the boy to stand.  He did.  He rubbed his
ass, smarting at the hurt.  John laughed. ìGet what we need for our bath,î John
told the boys. Obediently, the boys left the room.  A minute later one of them
returned.  He was carrying a tray.  He brought it over to Pauline.  On the tray
were several plastic teddy bears.  Pauline picked up one of the bears. ìSteve, do
you know what this is?î Pauline asked Chrissyís husband. ìSure,î Steve answered,
sitting across from us on a couch with Rebecca.  ìItís a fucking teddy bear.î
ìVery good,î Pauline smiled.  ìAnd where might you see a teddy bear like this?î
Steve furrowed his brows. ìI dunno,î he said finally.  ìBut Iíve seen them
before.î ìI know!î I said suddenly.  ìYou buy them at the grocery.  They come
with honey in them.  Clover honey!î ìVery good,î Pauline said to me.  She
unscrewed the cap off the bear.  She dipped him down into the bucket with the
chilled wine in it. She filled him with wine.  There was a small folded towel on
the tray the boy had brought her and she used it to dry off the bear when she had
filled him with wine.  Then, setting him back on the tray, she proceeded to
submerge each of the other bears in the wine, filling up each one. She dried them
all off when she was through. I looked at the tray the boy had brought out.  It
now had a half-dozen plastic bears on it, each of them filled with wine. ìPass
them out,î Pauline said to the boy.  She took one of the bears for herself.  The
boy walked round with the tray and made everyone else in the room take one. ìNow,
we are going to use these to bathe,î Pauline said. ìHowever, as you can see, our
water supply,î she giggled.  ìI mean, our wine supply, is limited.  So only the
most important parts can be washed on everyoneís bodies.  On the men, the penis. 
On the women, the tits and,î she glanced at my open legs.  ìThe cunt.î  She
looked up at John. ìDear, would you please supervise us?  If any of us disobeys,
and starts squirting his or her partner indiscriminitely, please order us to be
punished.  Just like you punished the two boys.î ìSure,î John said.  He turned
the teddy-bear bottle he was holding upside down.  He squirted his penis with it.
 ìAhh, that feels good,î John said.  In his other hand he still held his whip. 
ìDo as my wife says,î he told us.  ìOtherwise youíll find yourself on your knees
in the middle of the room, with my whip to answer to.î Pauline smiled.  She took
the honey bottle she held and aimed it between my legs. ìLetís get you cleaned up
a little, hmmm?î Pauline asked me. ìOh, not like that!î I gasped.  I watched as
her delicate fingers squeezed the honey bottle.  A shot of wine suddenly squirted
out of the bottle and hit me between my legs. ìKeep them apart!î Pauline warned
me. ìOhhh!  The wine is so cold!î I gasped.  It struck my cunt.  I wanted to
squeeze my legs shut but I feared Johnís whip.  Pauline grinned and squeezed her
bottle again.  Another spurt of wine fired into my cunt. ìEeeeek!î I heard
Rebecca cry, across the room.  Steve was firing champagne up into her cunt. 
Chrissy, too, let out a screamy gasp as Brad bathed her cunny with shots of cold
wine. ìAnd now your nipples,î Pauline said to me.  Deftly she raised the bottle
and, squeezing it anew, fired squirts of cold wine over my cherry-tipped tits.
ìOh!  I canít stand it!î I pleaded.  The wine was so cold!  All the rest of me
she left untouched, just squirting my tits, and then down between my legs again,
where my cunny lay in soft withdrawn folds between my legs. ìYes, you must take
the whole bottle,î Pauline smirked.  She kept squirting me.  At last every drop
of wine from the bottle she held had been squirted over my tits or into my cunt.
ìThere,î Pauline said.  ìNow, girls and boys, itís time to switch.î  She looked
round at the others.  But, as it turned out, there was no need to instruct them. 
Already, they were taking turns anointing each otherís privates with the wine. 
Steve would shoot a long squirt up between Rebeccaís legs.  Then, with her own
bottle, she would squirt his penis.  Each couple, squirting the other, remained
relentlessly focused on the otherís sexiest parts.  No wine was wasted on faces,
or bellies, or arms.  All of it, every last ice-cold drop, was used to torment
the other where it would be felt most.  On the nipples, and down between the
legs. ìLetís use up all the wine,î Pauline suggested.  She requested keys for my
handcuffs, pleased that I, like rest, had proven so obedient to her wishes.  A
boy brought her keys for my cuffs and my wrists were released.  I wanted to dash
around the room, grabbing a bear and squirting everyone, but I did not.  It
seemed there was more fun to be had in listening to Pauline, and doing as she
asked. We switched partners.  The bears were refilled.  I found myself sharing a
bear with Brad.  I squirted his dick and then, giving him the bear, he squirted
my pussy.  Others, both armed with bears, squirted each other simultaneously. 
Rebecca got down on all fours and had Chrissy squirt her between the cheeks of
her ass.  It was a tense, but languid affair.  We tortured each other for perhaps
an hour that way, all of us filled with lust, yet not hurrying, taking our time,
savoring what we could do to each other with just plastic bears, and cold wine.
ìHow pleasant,î Pauline said at last.  She looked in the wine bucket.  It was
empty.  Weíd used it all up, slowly squirting each other.  She grinned at us. It
was then that my boyfriend embarrassed himself.  Pauline noticed that I and
Rebecca and Chrissy were still wearing our bibs.  She also saw that my boyfriend
was still confined in his cockrings. ìTake those off,î Pauline said, and reached
to untie my bib. ìDonít.  I like it,î I said.  Tweety-Bird had gotten some food
stains on him, but I felt attached to him, for some reason.  Perhaps he made me
feel childish, and there was a kind of security in that.  After all, theyíd
spared me the dental anesthesia.  I was too young for some things, and I enjoyed
knowing that they had to be careful in handling me.  My bib reminded them of my
youth. Rebecca gladly undid her bib, however, as did Chrissy.  They tossed them
onto the floor. ìI canít get these damn rings off.  Theyíre locked on to my
dick,î my boyfriend complained. ìGet the key, honey,î Pauline told her husband. 
He did, and she tried again to undo my bib, but I stopped her. ìNo,î I said. 
ìLeave it on.î ìOh, suit yourself,î Pauline said.  She placed her fingers in her
cunt and rubbed herself.  ìOhhhh.  Iím so hot and horny.  You look like a little
baby wearing that bib, you know that?î she asked me. I diddled my pointing finger
in my slit.  My other hand lifted a finger to my mouth and I sucked on it, gazing
at the menís cocks. ìI know,î I said, over my finger.  ìOooch.î  A tremor coursed
up through my belly and down my thighs as I shuddered very near to an orgasm.
ìDonít,î Pauline cautioned me.  She reached between my legs and pulled my hand
away.  ìThereís a pleasure in waiting,î she said.  ìEven if it is an agonized
pleasure.î ìOhhh, I canít wait for it anymore,î I told her.  My voice was frank. 
My finger distorted my words but there was no mistaking my desires.  ìI want it
NOW!î I said petulantly.  I shoved my hips out at her.  I widened my legs,
letting all who cared to look get a very alluring view of my saucy cunt. ìSoon,î
Pauline murmured. ìChloe, do as you are told, or Iíll spank you,î my aunt said to
me.  She was lying on the floor, her face pressed to the rug.  Her bottom was
hoisted up and her hand palmed the flatness of her belly. ìI want to be fucked,
auntie,î I said to her.  I tried to put my finger back into my slit but Pauline
kept a hand on my wrist, restraining me.  I still sucked on my other finger.  I
shut my eyes and sucked harder. John Silver returned with the key for my
boyfriend.  He gave it to Pauline.  My aunt saw that I was going to make myself
cum just as soon as I got the chance and she reluctantly got up from the rug,
where she was making a display of her fanny, and walked over to the couch where I
was sitting.  She plopped her bare bottom down beside mine.  She tossed back her
long brown hair and said to John, ìShe needs cuffs.  She is too naughty to be
left to herself.î ìOhhh!  I donít want to be handcuffed again!î I cried. But a
moment later I was, still wearing my babyish bib, with Tweety Bird on it, and a
steel pair of handcuffs binding my wrists behind me.  My aunt made them tight and
they hurt. ìOh, please auntie, let me go!î I cried.  I wiggled in my cuffs,
making my boobies sway in front of me.  My nipples were risen and I felt, in my
too-tight cuffs, extraordinarily tender and vulnerable.  I watched, my legs
splayed, as Pauline bent over my boyfriend to undo his penis from the rings.
Suddenly, with her fingers caressing him inquistively, looking for the hole in
the ring around the base of his cock, so she could insert the key, my boyfriend
began orgasming right on Paulineís leg. ìOh!  Brad!  Youíre cumming!î Pauline
cried.  We all watched as long, ropey spurts of semen shot out of Bradís penis. 
They splattered across the lovely tanned flesh of Paulineís thigh.  She stood
over him, Brad sitting on the couch, herself standing but bent at the waist, her
lovely breasts hanging down pendulum-like as she touched his cock in hopes of
unlocking him. The men laughed.  We girls broke into laughter too, hearing the
men.  Brad watched shamefacedly as his organ continued to spontaneously spurt out
sperm. ìHey, white boy!  Youíre getting white stuff all over my living room rug!î
John cried. ìNot to mention your wife,î Steve said.  Pauline, feeling sorry for
Brad and not quite sure what to do, crouched down in front of him. His spume
spurted onto the nest of her pubic hair as she crouched and speckled her belly. 
Her breasts, swaying in front of his organ, received the last spurting tribute
from his cock.  She smiled at how messy he made her. ìThat was quite a load,î
Pauline said to Brad. ìIím sorry,î Brad said, looking down at his dick. ìItís
alright,î Pauline said.  ìYou canít always control your emissions.î We watched as
his cock slowly began to shrink.  The rings confining his organ became less
burdensome as his dick decreased in size.  Pauline, as it turned out, didnít have
to unlock him.  His penis slipped out of the twin cock rings as it grew small and
soft. ìTurn around.  Let me pull that big dildo out of your butt,î Pauline said
to my boyfriend. ìThanks,î Brad said.  He hopped down off the couch.  He turned,
and presented his small, hair-festooned ass to Pauline.  Crouching behind him,
showing us her own glorious, perfect bottom, its ass crack glossy and lovely in
contrast to his hairy one, she yanked out the fake cock.  It was covered with a
sheen of anal fluid.  She asked her husband to hand her a box of handkerchiefs. 
He did, along with a wastebasket. She wiped Bradís bottom and dropped both the
big cock and the soiled kleenex in the wastebasket.  I guessed perhaps they might
retrieve the cock later, to use it again, on some future guest.  Or perhaps not.
They were wealthy.  They could afford to simply throw out dildos, if they wished.
Pauline was given a moistex by her husband and she wiped her hands.  They worked
well together, I thought.  I wondered what other tortures they had played at. 
The thought made me shiver.  They looked rather like a doctor and nurse, tending
my boyfriendís butt.  They were efficient, concerned but not to the point of
losing their objectivity. He was just one more guest, in a long succession of
guests theyíd entertained.  Suddenly I longed to be completely at their mercy; to
suffer whatever erotic torments they wished for me, to cum and cum again under
their wicked supervision. ìJohn?î I asked.  He looked over at me.  I sat on the
couch with my legs apart, my bosoms bare and hanging down under my too-short bib.
 My eyes focused on his big thing and I asked, ìDo all niggers have dicks as big
as you do?î ìChloe, donít call me a nigger,î John answered.  His voice was low
and steady.  My aunt, though, blurted, ìChloe!  Bad girl!î  She struck me on the
side of my face with her hand.  My ears rang.  A red mark burned on my cheek
where her hand had hit me. ìNigger,î I said again.  I didnít care if my aunt
slapped me again, even if it did make me hear bells in my head.  I wanted to see
John get angry.  I wanted to torment him with his blackness and force him to take
out all his repressed feelings on me. My aunt lifted her hand to strike me again
but John leaned out and caught her.  He held her by her wrist.  Seeing her small
hand imprisoned in his big one, she lifted her face and stretched out her neck
and kissed his fingers. ìOhhhh.  I think youíre a nigger too,î Rebecca said to
John. She darted a hand inbetween her legs and rubbed herself. ìGirls,î John
said.  ìIf either of you calls me a nigger again, Iím going to discipline you
both like youíve never been disciplined in your life.  Only the code word you
memorized, in the invitation I sent you, will be able to save your asses.î ìWhat
code word?î I asked.  I hadnít seen the invitation my aunt had gotten.  She
looked at me.  The dog collar was around her neck, as was mine, under my bib. 
She looked like a pet.  With an animal lust in her eyes, she leaned over to me,
and spoke a word in my ear.  It was ësafety.í  Then, as if to release herself
from any further responsibility for me, she turned me quickly and undid the
handcuffs on my wrists.  Gratefully I put my hands out in front of me.  I took
hold of my wrists and rubbed them. My aunt kissed my cheek.  I felt like she was
bidding me goodbye.  Then she looked up at John.  ìSir, I still think youíre a
nigger,î she said. ìWhat if I forget it?î I asked her, about the code word.  But
she was already gone, mentally.  She was totally focused on John and she was
intent on making him mad. John growled.  He pulled my aunt up by her hair.  She
shrieked.  Her bosoms bounced with a lusty freedom as John made her stand in
front of him.  She bowed her head submissively. ìGirl, you are going to be so
sore by morning youíll wish I killed you,î John said to my aunt.  We all watched
wide-eyed as his big black hands, in a strange show of affection, caressed her
slim shoulders and her white, frail limbs.  He seemed to be sizing her up, taking
her measure, before subjecting her to his will. My aunt reached for the box of
kleenex that had been used to wipe Bradís butt.  She pulled several fresh kleenex
out of the box.  She wadded them into a ball.  Then, standing with her head bowed
before John, who towered over her, she impulsively stuffed the kleenex into her
mouth. ìYou canít say the code word if your mouth is full of kleenex,î John said
to my aunt.  His voice was gentle, but his hands gripped her now, by her
shoulders.  He made her wince as he pressed his hands hard against her.  My aunt
looked up at him.  Over the kleenex, her cheeks bloated by them and her voice
distorted, she said, ìNigger.î ìThat does it!î John growled. You can tell I was
only 13 by what I did next.  I grabbed one kleenex after another from the box,
until I had a whole big handful of them.  I smooshed them together.  Then,
staring up at John from my leg-spread perch on the couch, looking quite cute in
my Tweetie Bird bib, I said to him, ìI think youíre a nigger too!î  I laughed at
the look of anger that spread over his face.  At the same time, I opened my mouth
as wide as I could and jammed the wad of kleenex into it. John pulled me up by my
hair.  He grabbed the handcuffs and grabbed my wrists.  He spun me around.  He
locked the handcuffs onto my hands.  I was amazed at how quickly he worked.  Then
he turned my aunt around also.  There were no handcuffs for her, but he made her
pull her hands behind herself anyway and hold her hands there, as if they were
locked together.  She obeyed.  I felt a strange relish as John marched us
together out of the room.  I stumbled as he pushed us ahead of him. I almost
fell.  John had to catch me with his big hands to keep me from falling and
hitting my head on a table.  I felt special as he gripped me and directed my
steps.  Yet I knew I was in deep trouble.  I shivered. Our ëgame,í if it could be
called that, was going to hurt.  Plenty.  I suddenly regretted what Iíd done. 
Oh, why did I have to be such a brat? John led us downstairs.  He ushered us into
a room full of exercise equipment.  We gaped up at him, our mouths stuffed with
kleenex, me quite unable to free myself from my handcuffs but my aunt standing
submissively with her hands clutching her arms behind her.  He patted both of us
on our bellies. ìYouíll both be full of sperm by morning,î John said.  ìNigger
sperm.î  My aunt and I both stared at his enormous cock.  I wiggled my hips.  I
wondered how Iíd accept such a huge organ up between my legs. My auntís eyelashes
fluttered.  She almost swooned, feeling his hand on her belly and standing bare
and naked before him.  We were both collared, our necks tightly bound, our legs
invitingly open.  Our bosoms hung off our chests with nipples so stiff we could
barely stand it.  I wanted him to bite me and eat me and make me his little slave
forever. His white slave, forced to do his bidding, forced to obey his wickedest
fantasies. Suddenly I dropped to my knees.  It was impulsive.  There was no
thought, just a sudden desperate need to try to take his cock in my mouth.  My
aunt, seeing me kneel, squatted down beside me.  With difficulty we both spat out
our wads of kleenex.  Then, wild eyed and wanton, we groped at his big black cock
with our mouths.  My aunt, who wasnít handcuffed and could have grabbed him with
his hands, instead competed fair and square with me, keeping her hands behind
herself and using just her mouth.  With our lips and tongues we battled each
other. Both of us wanted to catch and contain him.  I licked at the flange of his
penis.  She got her lips round his pee hole and sucked it. ìYes,î John said. 
ìSuck me hard, slave girls.  Make me cum in your mouths.î  I felt his big, hard
thighs tremble.  His penis throbbed. ìI want him!î I blurted to my aunt. ìNoooo,î
she told me, and manged to get Johnís big, pulsing cockhead to penetrate her
mouth. ìOooooh!  I want some TOO!î I gasped.  I licked heartily at the rest of
him, his big straining shaft.  But she had the head in her mouth and it was she
who, a moment later, received the first jets of his sperm. ìMmmmm!  Hmmmm! 
Ummmm!  Itís too much!î my aunt cried suddenly.  Her arms flew out from behind
herself, where sheíd been holding them.  She pulled Johnís spurting cockhead from
between her lips.  It was like a big fire hose, squirting out loads of white
spume. ìIím thoisty!î I cried.  I struggled, stretching my neck, to get some of
Johnís lusty sperm for myself.  My auntís mouth was overflowing with it, yet she
was greedy.  She couldnít take all he had to give, yet she didnít want to give
him to me. Somehow I managed to get my small mouth around the end of Johnís dick.
 My eyes gaped as, suddenly, his sperm-shooting penis filled up my mouth to the
bursting point.  I tried to hang on.  But just as heíd proven too much for my
aunt, he was too much for me.  I gasped out my relief as my aunt managed to pull
his cock from my mouth and place it back in her own. ìOoooh!  I almost drowned!î
I said frankly.  John laughed. ìSuck, bitch!î he ordered my aunt.  She drew him
more deeply into her sperm-filled mouth.  She sucked and swallowed with as much
expertness as she could manage.  I watched.  I was learning.  Johnís sperm
dribbled hotly over my lips and down my chin, down my neck.  I was glad I still
had my bib on. The sperm welling up in my auntís mouth overcame her ability to
swallow and exploded from her lips.  She gasped.  John continued to spurt as his
cum ran down my auntís throat.  It decorated her lovely white bosoms with white,
fast-running rivulets.  At last his spurting subsided.  She gave a small cough. 
He drew himself back from her and she tried to speak.  A spermy ìthank youî came
from her lips. ìMmmm, you taste wonderful!î I said.  I was overwhelmed with my
passion and even though he tasted a bit too salty I complimented him anyway.  I
smacked my lips. ìGet up, both of you,î John said.  ìWe are only beginning.î
ìWell, I see my husband is enjoying himself,î Pauline said. Rebecca and I,
standing up awkwardly, sperm dripping wantonly from our mouths, gazed over toward
the stairs.  She was there!  We both blushed, looking at her.  But there was a
smile on her lips, for she held both Steve and my boyfriend Brad by their erect
penises.  I gasped at how hard Brad had already become again.  But he was young. 
The environment was stimulating in the extreme.  I saw wetness on Paulineís lips
and guessed sheíd sucked him to make him stiff again, being rewarded by an
emission of pre-cum into her mouth. ìOh, what are we going to do down here?î
Chrissy asked.  She followed the men.  There was ambivalence in her eyes.  She
was shy, now that it was too late to do anything to obey.  I felt like her but I
also felt frisky, as if I might do anything, needing only to be asked, or told.
ìThis is my husbandís a my own private health club,î Pauline said.  ìAnd, first
off, we must take both menís blood pressure, so they donít strain themselves when
I command them to exercise.  Come here, lads,î she said.  She let go of their
penises.  She walked over to a blood pressure cuff.  She picked it up.  She took
it over to my boyfriend.  I thought she would put it around my boyfriendís big,
muscled arm.  He watched the swing of her nude breasts.  He was eager to do
whatever she wished.  She returned his smile.  Then, with a wicked gleam in her
eyes, she wrapped the blood pressure cuff around his thick penis. ìWhat?î Brad
asked. ìYouíre big enough,î Pauline said.  ìNow I must inflate it,î she said. 
She picked up a black rubber squeeze ball.  She pumped it with her small fist. 
Brad watched in amazement as the cuff inflated around his penis. ìItís cutting
off the blood,î Brad gasped.  I stared, wide-eyed.  John patted my fanny.  With
his other hand he gave my aunt a push, on her bottom.  She stepped up onto a
treadmill. ìI want you to reach up and grasp that bar over your head,î John told
my aunt.  I continued to watch as my boyfriend had his blood-pressure taken, on
his penis.  Slowly the cuff around his cock deflated.  Pauline watched a glass
dial and told my boyfriend his blood pressure when the cuff had completely
deflated. ìIs that good?î Brad asked. ìI think so,î Pauline said.  ìBut Iím not
real good at blood pressures.î  She giggled.  ìYour turn, Steve!î  Randily he
presented his cock to her and she unwrapped the cuff from my boyfriendís organ
and put it around his. My aunt, meanwhile, was holding on to a cross beam above
her head while John fitted restraints around her wrists.  If she let go of the
beam, I guessed the restraints would hold her, although I wondered why, standing
on a treadmill, she needed to have her hands bound above her. ìItís so she
doesnít run with her hands clutching her bottom,î John told me.  My aunt looked
back over her shoulder at me.  She waggled her bottom. ìI told you this party was
for adults,î she said to me. ìQuiet,î John said.  ìIím going to put a rubber bit
in your mouth.î ìI wonít be able to say the code word,î my aunt said. ìI know,î
John said. My aunt said nothing in reply.  In the distance Steve shouted as the
cuff, tightening around his penis, made him suddenly spurt on the floor.  It was
his first orgasm. ìMake sure you clean that mess up,î John told his wife.  ìI
donít want my exercise room stinking of white boysí sperm.î ìDonít worry, dear,î
Pauline answered.  She and Chrissy giggled as they watched Steve spurt himself
all over the floor.  Steve blushed but the girls assured him that it couldnít be
helped, that his dick had been on a hair trigger from all the excitement and it
was okay if he needed a little relief.  ìYouíll have better control now that
youíve let off a little steam,î Pauline assured him.  ìRight, Brad?î ìGod, I hope
so,î my boyfriend answered.  His own cock stuck out forthrightly.  Heíd survived
the blood pressure test so I guess Pauline was right about males needing to shoot
some sperm out in order to better control themselves. ìIíll lick it up,î Chrissy
said, looking down at her husbandís sperm on the floor.  She knelt and, with
cat-like grace, began feeding upon the pale puddle of fluid. ìMmmm.  Good girl,î
Pauline complimented her.  She put the blood pressure cuff away. My aunt opened
her mouth and passively accepted the rubber bit that John fitted between her
lips.  He laced it with cords to the back of her neck.  He drew out her mane of
hair so that it hung freely down her back, uninhibited by the lacings around her
neck.  She stood on her toes, on the treadmill, clutching at the bar over her
head.  Her wrists pulled at the restraints buckled around them.  They were made
of leather. ìIím going to turn on the treadmill,î John told my aunt.  ìYou will
run, as fast as youíre able.  I know you girls like to wear a bra when you go
jogging, to protect your bosoms, but today you will not have any bra.  Your
breasts will bounce freely from your exertion.î  He touched each of her nipples,
making them stiffen even more against the press of his calloused finger.  ìAnd I
have another treat for you,î John said.  ìHave you ever needed to pee when youíre
out jogging?  Well, you canít expect me to stop the treadmill just so you can go
use the potty. I expect a good, hard run from you today.  Not the usual sort of
half-assed run that I often see girls perform, at the health club I sometimes go
to on shore.  You girls-- sometimes I think you only go to a health club to pick
up guys.  Not today, Rebecca.  Today you will actually have a good, long jog. 
And so you can pee while youíre jogging Iím going to insert a catheter up into
your urethra.  Iíll inflate a ball when itís reached up into your bladder, so it
doesnít fall out.î ìNo!î my aunt cried.  Her eyes swam wildly in her head.  She
looked to me, to Pauline, for help, but I only stared, awe-struck my Johnís
maliciousness.  His wife laughed. ìIt will be good to see her having a nice run,î
Pauline said. Chrissy, on her lips licking up her husbandís spilt sperm, said
something in agreement, but she was too busy licking to say it properly, and I
didnít hear it. Soon my aunt hung from the overhead bar with a greased catheter
threaded up between her long legs.  The plastic tube hung down in front of her,
like some weird female substitute for a manís dong, and it was connected to an
empty bag that waited for her pee to fill it.  John undid my handcuffs.  He
placed a whip in my hands.  I stared at my aunt, standing barefoot on the
treadmill. ìChloe, youíre going to whip youíre auntieís bottom as she runs on the
treadmill,î John told me.  ìDo it hard.  Donít spare her.  Sheís going to have a
good long run today and sheís going to make her boobies bounce all around for my
pleasure and entertainment.  And just so she knows sheís been bad, by calling me
a nigger, Iím going to film her having her run.  The boys at my all-black bar
will enjoy seeing her this friday night, when I show them sports flicks.  Sheíll
make a nice intermission.î ìYouíre going to make a movie out of her?î I asked, my
voice quavering. ìYes,î John said.  ìShe may grow old in time, but sheíll be
forever 19 in the movie Iíll make of her.  Young and boldly running, trying to
escape the whip youíre going to lash across her behind.î ìYouíre evil,î I told
him. ìIím starting the treadmill now,î he said.  John walked to the front of the
machine.  He leaned over it.  My aunt, her hands cuffed over her head, watched
with fearful eyes as John selected a running course for her.  Then he asked her
how much she weighed.  My aunt mumbled a response through the bit.  ìHmmm,î John
said.  ìI forgot about the gag.  I guess Iíll just have to figure your weight
myself.  He glanced back at me, standing behind her, holding the whip.  ìChloe,
do you know how much your aunt weighs?î ìUm, 257 pounds,î I said.  Then I broke
into giggles.  ìMinus her butt, of course.  But if you add in her butt, then itís
more like 457.î  I looked at him, still laughing delightedly, and added, with a
glance down at his penis, ìNigger.î John refused my invitation.  Perhaps I wanted
him to chase me around the room.  Perhaps I hoped heíd attack me, and Iíd be
sufficiently dexterous with the whip, slashing at his cock, that I could actually
keep him at bay.  But instead of neglecting my aunt and coming after me, he
simply figured my auntís weight himself. ìYouíre pretty skinny,î he said to my
aunt.  ìLook!  I can see every one of your ribs sticking out.  And you have a
small little butt. Nice and round, though.  And you have long, slim legs.  But
you have big, bouncy bosoms.  Hmmmm.  And a lovely mane of long hair.  Okay,
there,î he said.  He punched in some numbers.  Then he pressed the ëstartí
button. ìIím sorry I called you a nigger,î I said to John, meekly. ìYouíre still
going on the treadmill next,î he said impassively to me.  A shiver raced up my
spine. ìMe?î I cried. The treadmill began moving and my aunt began walking on it.
Then it went faster.  She had to begin jogging.  Her large, succulent breasts,
their nipples stiff and high, began bouncing rhythmically on her chest. ìThatís
it,î John said to her.  He gazed at her with warm eyes, like a trainer guiding a
pupil.  His penis began to stiffen.  He glanced back at me.  ìUse the whip,î he
said.  ìBut only on her bottom.î ìI-I donít know if I can control it.  Iíve never
done this before,î I said.  Awkwardly I dangled the whip in front of me.  I gave
it a slight flick and it sailed out away from me.  It made just the slightest
nipping contact with my auntís behind.  She gasped audibly. She jerked in her
steps.  Her lovely white bottom cheeks, looking like a rabbitís tail in contrast
to her tanned back and thighs, contracted visibly. ìMmmm, lovely.  Isnít she
jumpy, though?î Pauline asked, sauntering over to us.  She dropped a handful of
creams and lotions on the floor next to the treadmill.  ìYouíll both need these
for your bottoms after my husband is finished giving you your run,î she said to
me.  I looked down at the creams and clapped a hand over the back of my ass.
ìOoooh!  I donít want my bottom to hurt!î I said in a jittery voice. Pauline
kissed my cheek.  ìItís lovely, donít you think? Sometimes we invite a couple
down here, not telling them of our plans, and we say, ëCímon, letís work out.í 
And since they didnít bring any work out clothes we all strip down to our
underpants and bikini panties and bras.  And then the men start working out,
sweating and groaning, and all the girls playing on the equipment and watching
them, and pretty soon someone, perhaps my husband, says, ëWhy not work out in the
nude? The ancient Greeks did.í  And so a girl boldly takes off her top.  Or a
man, feeling contsticted by his underpants with females adoring his every
movement, peels down his shorts.  And the next thing you know weíve got a
ball-busting, cherry-popping party going on down here!î ìYes, very good,î I said,
listening to her only distractedly. I was still palming the back of my ass and
looking worriedly at the creams waiting for me on the floor.  Waiting for my butt
to be flogged! ìLast week, we had a minister and his wife over,î Pauline said. 
ìHe was big and strong and she was quite a beauty, but theyíre not the sort of
people who necessarily know how to party, you know what I mean?î Pauline asked
me.  ìAnd you canít even really say, ëDo you want to cum sit in our sauna?í
because everyone knows you have to basically get naked to do that.  The same with
the jacuzzi.  Itís so warm and comfy.  They were both Calvinists.  You know how
they are.  So we said, well, you know, ëHealth!  Isnít health important?  Letís
work out!í  So we did, and that minister, once his collar was off, proved to have
a very healthy penis, let me tell you!î ìYouíll corrupt everybody on the whole
planet,î I said to Pauline.  She kissed me again. ìItís all in the wrist, dear,î
she said.  ìHere, give me the whip and Iíll show you.î  She took it from me.  I
was grateful to get rid of it.  The long, black leather with its sharp tip scared
me. Pauline smiled at my auntís heinie as she ran on the treadmill.  She pulled
the whip across her palm and studied my auntís bottom for a moment.  Its cheeks
flexed in time to the thudding motion of her feet upon the moving rubber track.
SWWWWIIIICK! Pauline let the whip fly.  It struck my auntís behind.  She let out
a shrill mewling sound.  She leapt up onto her toes as she continued to dash
forward.  Her hands tried to yank themselves down from the overhead bar but the
cuffs held them.  She could not protect herself. Her bosoms bounced more
frantically as she increased the speed of her running, trying to escape the whip.
ìHere.  Now you try it,î Pauline said to me.  Calmly she handed the whip back to
me.  I took the big knouted handle in my small palms and felt its weight.  It was
carved from ivory.  It was black and highly polished.  It had been lewdly carved
in the shape of a penis.  I handled it with trepidation.  ìDonít be frightened of
it,î Pauline told me. ìI am-- because itís going to do me next!î I told her
frankly. Pauline smiled. ìPerhaps you can lessen the number of strokes youíll
receive, by applying it correctly and forcefully to your auntís bottom,î Pauline
said.  Her eyes twinkled mischievously, and I should have known her suggestion
was only a ruse, but I was 13 and naive.  In addition to that, a strange
excitment was beginning to fill me.  Imagine!  Getting to whip my aunt on her big
bottom!  Well, perhaps it was a decidedly pert bottom, but it was the bottom of
an older girl, and so bigger than mine, so that qualified it as a big bottom, in
my opinion.  But if she were worried about her bottom getting too big, all this
exercise would surely prevent that! ìI guess I would be helping her,î I said,
feeling my nipples lengthen and the space between my legs grow moist.  I rose up
on my toes.  My flat belly tautened, making my ribs stick out more.  I lifted my
arm. SWWWWAAAAAK! I slashed the whip down across my auntís fanny.  She shouted
within her gag and ran leapingly fast upon the treadmill.  Her arms yanked at her
overhead bonds.  Her head twisted back toward me.  Her long brown hair tumbled
and streamed over her shoulders.  John, standing in front of her, laughed at the
shaking of her bosoms. ìVery good,î Pauline told me.  ìKeep it up, make it hard,
and perhaps youíll spare yourself any whipping at all.  Donít hit her thighs.  My
husband doesnít like that.  Just go for the bottom.  Sting it nicely for her so
sheís inspired to run at her very best.î ìOkay!î I said excitedly.  I glanced
again at the creams and lotions laid out on the floor, and hoped only my aunt
would need them. I felt a wanton excitement at seeing my auntís bottom marked by
a whip-- and me doing it! ìRemember always to strive for gracefulness in your
whipping,î Pauline told me.  She tossed back her long black hair.  She smiled.
ìItís not true punishment weíre seeking, but a kind of inspiration. Push your
aunt to a level of erotic excitement sheís never experienced before.  Let her
feel her unfettered bosoms wobbling and bouncing around on her chest.  Let her
enjoy the brazenness of her naked bottom, suffering, but enticing menís eyes as
it suffers.  Let her enjoy the length of her long legs, freely running, giving
their all, as she tries to escape the whip, only to feel it again and again. 
Wait between strokes so she can feel each one as its laid across her fanny. 
Donít give them rapidly.  Make her anxious for each one.  Make her sweat for each
one, urgently trying to tighten her bottom against the inevitable sting.  Then,
when sheís in a panic from all the waiting, when sheís absolutely desperate for
it and canít stand to wait anymore, knowing how much it will hurt, then calmly
let fly with another stroke.  Slice into her skin to make her howl.î ìOoooh!  I
donít want to make her bottom bleed!î I said. Pauline laughed. ìPerhaps I was too
expressive in my comments, hmmm?î she asked.  ìMy husband doesnít often wish for
that.  No, dear, donít make her bleed.  But donít be a pansy either.  Sheís a big
girl, nineteen-years-old.  She can take it.  She has a lovely fatted bottom and
will appreicate you keeping it nice and trim for her.  With a good whipping every
day, on my husbandís treadmill, sheíll be sure to keep her figure for many years
to cum.î ìI hope we donít stay here that long,î I said.  ìI have to go home at
the end of the summer, so I can start eighth grade!î ìQuit talking back there,î
John called out.  ìThis isnít the Oprah Winfrey show.î ìGo ahead, hit her,î
Pauline said to me.  ìAnd Iíll see that your boyfriend keeps in shape.î ìOoook! 
Donít!  Heís my boyfriend!î I said.  I watched her walk away.  She moved with a
salaciousness of her own bottom that caused me to feel all tingly up between my
legs, at the entrance to my womb. Oh, if only I could be as lovely and sexy as
her when I grew up!  Brad stood, watching as she strolled over to him, her big
African bosoms wobbling below her matchstick-frail shoulders.  She had a modelís
body, small boned, but with long Tutsi-like legs, a slender waist, and a mane of
black European-style hair tumbling down her back.  She was the best of all races,
summed up in one.  A Gazelle-like poise, a supple figure, with nourishing big
bosoms that could suckle tribes of African herdsmen out on the plains.  She
tossed back her hair again, loving the feel of it as it swayed across her back. 
Brad, watching her, became visibly excited.  His penis lengthened and thickened. 
She knelt and took him into her mouth and sucked him.  I felt jealousy, but felt
too as if I was witnessing the very combination of flesh that had made Pauline
the girl she was.  Long ago, some Negress slave must have done the same, taking
into her mouth the cock of her white master, sucking him dry between her lips.
ìDonít,î Brad said.  He trembled.  His hips flexed. ìI only wish to please you,
sir,î Pauline replied, looking up at him, speaking, with difficulty, over the big
plum of his cockhead which rested on her tongue.  Brad put his hands to her
cheeks and drew her face back. ìLet me work out a little,î he said.  He cast a
guilty glance at me.  I turned away.  I tossed back my own mane of blonde hair
and let my whip sing through the air.  I pretended to ignore him.  I pretended to
be too busy to see how hard she made him.  I felt like hitting him on his ass
with my whip but instead I took out my jealousy on my aunt. ìWa-hoooo!î my aunt
sobbed as I let a particularly vicious cut go singing into her fanny.  I saw a
bright red streak mark her bottom where Iíd hit her. ìYes,î I thought.  ìThatís
what you get for making my boyfriend get his cock sucked by Pauline.î Brad,
meanwhile, hoping to retain his seed for a little while, walked over to a bench
press.  His hobby was weightlifting and he seemed genuinely interested in having
a short workout on Pauline and Johnís nice equipment.  He sat down on the bench
press and lay back.  He scooted his head under the big barbell.  Steve, his own
cock beginning to recover, walked up to the bench press.  He looked down at Brad.
ìHow much weight do you want on this barbell?î Steve asked. ìPut 150 pounds on
it,î Brad said.  I sensed a cockiness in his voice.  Heíd walked away from
Pauline, but his male need to show off was still with him.  His penis, between
his hairy thighs, stuck up like the Washington Monument.  There was a casualness
to the way he lay on the bench, his legs apart, his big balls resting on the end
of the bench, that was due to years of working out.  I wondered if he knew how
deliciously his loins were presented to us by his posture on the bench. I gazed
at him.  He looked so... virile.  There was no other word for it.  Steve, his own
cock growing harder by the second, hefted several big iron Olympic plates onto
each end of the barbell. ìLet me spot you,î Pauline said, dancing up to the bench
press.  Brad grunted that he would allow it, and she bent over him.  Her big
heavy red-nippled breasts hung down over his face. ìAughgh!î Brad said, about to
exert himself in lifting the barbell.  I think the closeness of her bosoms
unnerved him.  A moment later he had even greater cause to moan-- Pauline snapped
a pair of handcuffs over each of his wrists and looped the chain connecting the
cuffs over the barbellís bar. Brad looked up at the steel bar, laden with
weights, that straddled his face.  For a moment he just stared.  Then, still
desiring to show off, he lifted the bar anyway, and began bench pressing it.  How
strange it was, to see him bench pressing a bar that he was handcuffed to!  With
each repitition, the bar became heavier for him.  As he neared the end of his set
Chrissy suddenly appeared at his feet.  She had iron manacles in her hands.  With
an approving smile from Pauline, she knelt down and fastened first one of Bradís
ankles, then the other, to the legs of the bench press. I gasped.  My boyfriend
was a captive!  He struggled to complete his set, shocked at his predicament. 
Steve, in fact, was the one who ëspottedí him, helping him replace the bar back
on the two support posts that held it safely over his head. ìNow itís time for
our work out!î Chrissy cried.  She fetched a jar of lubricant from a nearby table
and took great gobs of it with her small fingers and spread it over Bradís penis.
ìHey!î Brad shouted.  He looked down at himself. ìMy, such a nice, stiff tongue
you have, sir,î Pauline laughed.  She placed her hands on his sweaty, heaving
chest.  She sat down, right on his face.  Brad let out a cry of surprise.  At the
same time Chrissy finished lubing his erection and settled herself on it. Steve,
watching, looked somewhat disconsolate at seeing his wife slide with a satisfied
groan down my boyfriendís long penis.  She wriggled, adjusting his length in
herself.  She bit her lip. ìAh, God heís wonderful... once you get- ugh, oooh! 
Used to how big he is,î Chrissy told Pauline. ìHe has a big tongue, too!î Pauline
said cheerfully to Chrissy.  ìYeek!  Heís sticking it up me!  Oh!  I didnít know
it was *that* long!î ìMmmmm,î Chrissy sighed.  A pained expression crossed her
face and then she began bouncing upon my boyfriend.  ìLook, honey, Iím fucking
another man,î she told her husband. ìI can see that,î Steve said.  There was an
angry look on his face.  But, at the same time, he became completely stiff.  He
put his fist to his penis and began pulling on it. ìOoooh, heís trying to
impregnate me with his tongue,î Pauline told Chrissy. ìHe is impregnating me.  I
can feel him right up against the back of my womb!î Chrissy replied. ìLucky
girl,î Pauline said. ìIt hurts a little,î Chrissy advised her. ìI canít wait,î
Pauline said.  Both girls now began humping my boyfriend.  With a jealous look on
my face, I gave my aunt another smarting blow of the whip.  She shrieked.  John
laughed.  His penis became large and hard as he watched the erotic scene
unfolding before him.  It was, I thought, rather like being in a medieval torture
chamber, except here the confessions of pain were mixed with those of pleasure.
ìDo you really want to get pregnant by each othersí husbands and carry each
othersí children?î Chrissy asked Pauline. ìYes!  It would be so rad,î Pauline
answered.  ìImagine!  You have my child, by my husband.  And I have yours.î ìThen
we shall,î Chrissy said.  ìTomorrow, instead of taking our pills, we wonít.  And
when it seems weíre ready, weíll have a kind of celebration.î ìYes!î Pauline
said.  ìWe can dress up in sexy bridal gowns. Gowns that, you know, donít cover
too much.  Then after the ceremony weíll bed down and go for it.î ìFine,î Chrissy
said.  ìI can hardly wait!î With that both women bounced heartily on my
boyfriend, practising on him so theyíd be ready for the big event tomorrow.  I
gave my aunt another slash across her behind.  It looked like sheíd get to share
Brad with me tomorrow, if the two women were mated off with the two other men. 
Perhaps, though, sheíd be drafted into being the minister.  Then I could marry
Brad.  Iíd have him all to myself for the rest of our stay here.  That sounded
like an excellent idea.  I gave my aunt another stinging bite of the whip.  I
shouted to her that I wanted her to be a priest.  Unfortunately, she was too
pained in her bottom to understand me.  She simply ran faster, her hair streaming
behind her and her bottom beginning to look like a road map.