Lost in our passion, we tore at each other’s private parts with
our teeth.  Vic chewed on my breasts, slowly consuming my candied bikini
bra.  I bent when I could and applied my mouth to his edible Speedos. 
We kissed between bites.  We licked the intimate parts of ourselves that
broke free of our undies.
         I swallowed down a piece of Vic’s edible shorts that had
covered his balls.  They dangled freely now, large and tight-drawn,
bulging obscenely between his legs.
         “You look full,” I whispered to him.
         “I am,” Vic confided.  He kissed my cheek hard.
         “Let me help,” I said.  There was urgency in my voice.  His
fingers trailed in my snatch, seeking, wetting themselves on my juices.  
         “I-- I want you,” Vic breathed in my ear.  He kissed me again.
         I heard a sharp crack.  Vic, holding me, jerked.  I felt his
muscles ripple.
         “Owwww,” Vic whined.  He took one of his hands from me and
reached back behind himself.
         “I didn’t do--” I began, then opened my eyes and looked up. 
Glenda stood over us.  She held her riding crop in her hand.
         “You may both eat your cake now,” Glenda said.
         “I’m not hungry for cake,” I told her.  I threw my arms around
Vic’s neck.  He, however, stood up, drawing me with him.  Clinging to
him, I soon found myself dangling with my feet well off the ground.  He
set me down.
         “I’m still wearing pieces of my swimsuit,” Vic said to Glenda. 
The whole front of his swimsuit had been torn away, and was being
digested in my belly.  But the back of his suit still remained, covering
his ass.  I looked at his loins hanging out of the hole in the front of
his swimsuit and giggled.  As for myself, my bra was nothing but a
string hanging loosely around my neck.  The cups had been ripped open by
Vic’s teeth.  They now lay in his belly, tasty morsels of sugar.  My
panties were shorn off me, completely, leaving me bare-hipped, save for
a single thread of edible fabric that ringed my waist like a belt.
         Glenda admired the fine, hard length of Vic’s cock.  
         “There will be much frivolity, including the kind where private
parts are conjoined,” Glenda said to Vic and myself.  “However, you must
be obedient in the meantime.  Please do as I say.  Come and have your
cake.”  She took hold of Vic’s large, masculine body and turned him
slightly.  She bent.  She trailed her lips down his hard muscled back
and finally brought them to his bottom.  She opened wide.  She bared her
teeth and ripped the back of Vic’s Speedos away.  She chewed and
swallowed.  She stood erect again.
         “And yourself?” Vic asked.
         “Me?  Would you like to see me naked, Vic?” Glenda inquired.  A
smile dawned on her lips.  She had been so busy instructing others, she
had not thought to undress herself, or have it done to her.
         “Yes, you!” I cried.  Vic and I suddenly attacked her.  Glenda
screeched.  She waved her crop.  But she didn’t strike us.  Lustily we
ripped open her gown.  We tore the expensive straps, we bared her
breasts, we pushed the dress to her hips.  Then, impulsively, both Vic
and I fastened our mouths on her lovely teats.  Like babes competing for
a mother’s attention, we fed at her breasts.  They were large,
slumbrous, big round young mother’s tits that, denuded, almost begged
for attention.  We suckled affectionately, hungrily.  Glenda laughed and
fondly fingered my bare slit and Vic’s rock hard penis.
         “That’s it.  That’s it,” Glenda murmured.  I felt her diddling
fingers in my slit quickly bringing me to orgasm.  Vic, beside me,
groaned.  I loved the touch of her hand.  How could she scold us if we
came under her own fingers?  I sucked at her tit harder.  Vic did the
same.
         “Oh!  No, we must not,” Glenda said suddenly.  She yanked on
our hair.  I let out a screamy moan and my mouth broke its contact with
her tit.  It glowed wet with my saliva.  Vic groaned again.  His mouth
rose off her breast.  “We have much yet to do,” Glenda breathed.  Her
face was flushed.  I looked at her with guilty eyes.  Vic caught at her
hand and took it from his head and tried to get it applied again to the
long stem of his cock.  She resisted.
         “If they won’t eat each other, let them eat cake,” Juliet
murmured.  I turned.  She was half-naked, like Glenda.  The top of her
dress had been yanked open, but it ringed her hips alluringly, too tight
to fall to her feet.  Her large breasts bounced heavily on her chest. 
She handed Vic and I each a large slice of cake.  We were served the
cake on plates made of china, with forks, that we might eat, despite our
nudity, with a measure of politeness.  “There is coffee also, at the wet
bar, if you wish it,” Juliet said.  “Eat carefully.  There should be a
silver key inside each of the pieces.  I woulnd’t want you swallowing
it.  Although,” she looked at Vic.  “If you choke, mouth to mouth would
be a pleasure.  I know how to do it.  Just in case.”
         “I’m not planning on choking,” Vic said.  He seemed angry.  He
was desperate to cum and he didn’t like waiting for it.  His cock stood
stiffly between his legs.  We three females admired it.  It twitched
under our eyes.  His every movement gave it an exaggerated waggle.  He
shifted his hips back and forth.
         “Ooooh!  I found mine!” I cried.  I lifted a silver key from
the half-eaten piece of cake on my plate.  Crumbs dropped off it and I
showed it to Glenda and Juliet.  Vic murmured something.  He reached up
to his mouth and pulled out a key.  It was wet from being within him. 
He showed it to me and we smiled.
         “We’re ready,” Vic said.
         “Very good,” Glenda replied.
         Laughing, giggling, and all of us nude, the 12 of us made our
way to the room reserved for the more private portion of our party. 
Several women, including my aunt, sucked seductively on candy canes as
they walked, taken from the cake.  I wanted a candy cane but Vic wanted
to be first in the room, and he’d pulled me along with him, not letting
me grab one.  A woman handed me her own.  I thanked her.  I put it in my
mouth.  It was wet from her lips.  I didn’t care.  I sucked it.  It was
big and hard and sweet.
         “You have a lovely body,” the woman, a redhead, said to me.
         “Thankooo,” I murmured, over my candycane.  “Ooors is nice
too,” I told her.  And it was.  She had long lustrous red hair tumbling
down from her head and growing quite neatly between her legs.  Her skin
was white, flawless.  Big red cherry nipples bounced at the tips of her
breasts.  Her long legs were thin and supported by pretty red heels. 
Her bottom swayed as she walked.  I tore my mouth from my candycane
suddenly and pressed my face to her breasts.  I caught one of her
nipples between my teeth.  At the same time, with the candy cane she’d
just handed me, moist from my own lips, I stabbed her between her legs.
         “Oh!” the woman gasped.  Then she laughed, grimacing a little
as I pushed more deeply into her snatch with the candy cane.  I felt
both babyish and manlike at the same time; sucking on her breast,
violating her with the big candy cane.
         “Not here!  Not here, dears,” Glenda admonished.  “We have a
nice party room for our games.  Don’t get down and start doing each
other in the hall!”
         Everyone laughed, pleasantly.  They were standing around myself
and the woman, crowding in to see.  Hands surreptitiously found private
parts and gently massaged them as people watched.  Glenda pulled me off
the woman.  Gently she detached my mouth from her breast.  She pulled my
candy cane out of the woman’s hot slit.
         “That’s it.  That’s it,” Glenda told me.  “Here, let’s go into
our special party room.  Then we can play.”  She took my key.  She
walked over to a door along the hallway’s right wall.  She inserted the
key into the handle of the door and turned it.  The door swung open.
         We entered the party room.  It was lit with soft lamps that
resembled antique gas lamps.  There were mattresses on the floor.  They
butted up against each other, so that there was hardly anyplace at all
to stand.  I dropped to my knees on a mattress.  I crawled across it. 
Vic did the same, following me.  I sensed, though I did not turn back to
look, his cock waggling fiercely between his legs as, dog-like, he came
after me across the mattress.  At last I stopped, sat down.  I turned
around.  He stared at me.  He was on his hands and knees and his penis
hung turgid between his legs.
         The others came into the room.  Everyone settled on the
mattresses.  There was a bowl of fruit in the center of the room.  It
contained several bunches of bananas.  There was also a bucket of ice. 
In it was a big can of sugar-free whipped cream.  In addition to these,
there were several tubes of benzocaine scattered around the display of
fruit.  And, strangely, in addition to the benzocaine, which I had
already learned was used to prolong a male’s erection, there were
several bottles of “Midnite Fire,” an Irish cream that had just the
opposite effect of benzocaine.  While the former was used to desensitize
a man’s organ, that he might last longer, the latter, when applied,
imparted a discomforting heat.  I pitied the poor men.  Were they to
endure both?  How could they?  And the ice, too, could be used on the
men’s penises to further torment them.  For those who did manage to
last, there was, finally, an assortment of colored condoms.  I longed to
see the men decorate themselves with those erotic lengths of latex. 
Perhaps Glenda would let us skip the games and the torment and get right
down to fucking.  But, casting my eyes up to hers, I saw them twinkle,
with great mischief, and knew my pussy would have to wait.
         “Now, children,” Glenda laughed.  She gazed round at all of
us.  She counted us to make sure we were all present.  Then she told a
man next to the door to lock it.  He did, then knelt back down with the
rest of us.  We all looked at Glenda, waiting on the mattresses for her
orders.  “Now,” Glenda repeated.  “I want each of you girls to ensure
that each man has benzocaine applied to his penis.  To keep him hard. 
When you’ve done that, smear some Midnite Fire over his loins.  We don’t
want things to be too easy for him.  Men, it’s your duty to hang on to
your seed.  Don’t cum in the girl’s hands as they fondle you.  We’ve a
long night ahead and I expect you all to be hard until the morning. 
Then, we’ll have you don condoms, and you can finish us girls off.  But
not until then.  Remember, waiting for it is half the fun.”
         “No it isn’t,” Vic groused.
         “Vic!  Shhhh,” I scolded him.  “Here, let me do your penis for
you.”
         “I’m already on a hair trigger,” Vic told me.  I tutted.  
         “Be good, Vic,” I said.  I felt suddenly quite mature, even
competent, in the realm of sex.  “If you spurt all over my hands I spank
your bare ass.  How would you like that?  You own sperm, smeared all
over your tight little buns.”
         “Anything would be okay, at this point,” Vic groaned.
         “You’ve already got the benzocaine on,” I told him.  “Here, let
me apply the Midnite Fire.  That should be fun.”
         “Don’t breathe on it.  It’ll make it hotter,” Vic warned me.  I
grinned at him.
         “Don’t count on it,” I teased.
         “God, that’s awfully warm,” Vic said as, taking a bottle of
Midnite Fire, I began rubbing it onto his shaft.  He wiggled like a big
log in my hands.  I bent low.  I exhaled.  “Ooooh!” Vic groaned.
         “Us girls know how to keep men like you under control, even if
we are littler,” I told Vic.
         “Yes, you do... until I grab your small little ass and ram
myself up it,” Vic said.
         “My cunt, you mean,” I told him.  Vic grinned mischievously.
         “You hope,” Vic answered.
         In a few minutes, the men’s cocks had all been anointed.  They
groaned as the heat imparted by the Midnite Fire caused their penises to
feel erotically enflamed.  We girls settled back and smiled.  Imagine,
the whole room was full of randy men, crazed nearly out of their minds
with full loads of sperm and burningly hot cocks!  Instinctively, I
checked my hair, passing my hand up through it and wishing I had a
mirror.  Despite my nudity, with this many men eyeing me, I wanted to be
sure I looked my best!  I glanced over at Rebecca.  She was between a
man and a woman.  He was hard as stone.  His cock glowed with the oils
and creams that had been applied to it.  Rebecca’s fingers ran coaxingly
along the stem of his dick, reassuring him that he might cum soon, but
not yet, not yet.  At the same time his wife played in Rebecca’s slit
with her fingers.  Rebecca winced as the woman probed deeply.  She
shifted her hips.  The woman kissed Rebecca’s cheek and murmured
something.  Rebecca lifted her bottom off her heels.  The woman passed
her hand back and pressed a finger up inbetween Rebecca’s nether
cheeks.  Rebecca’s eyes bulged.  I guessed she was being poked in her
hineyhole by the woman.  But she didn’t complain.  She only bit her lip,
and kept running her small fingers down the length of the man’s cock.
         “Now, everyone!  Kneel on all fours, like you’re a doggie, and
we shall play our first Newlywed Game,” Glenda announced.  She waved her
riding crop in the air to get everyone’s attention.  We obeyed.  Even
Rebecca and the man and woman with her ceased their genital explorations
and obeyed.  I gazed around at all the women.  Their breasts hung down
with fulsome promise, like cows udders waiting to be milked.  The men’s
cocks hung hard and expectant between their legs.  Glenda took a banana
from the bunches of them in the middle of the room.  Strangely, no one
had touched them.  I guessed we all had sensed they were reserved, for
the erotic games Glenda intended for us.  Now I watched as Glenda peeled
one of the bananas.  She peeled it all the way down and tossed aside the
skin.  She picked up a can of whipped cream.  Carefully, she squirted a
single line of cream down the entire length of the banana.
         “Now,” Glenda said.  “Here is how we will play.  First, I need
you to break up into teams of two.  Two girls, a girl and a guy, it
doesn’t matter.  Just choose a partner.  Kneeling, I want you to face
your partner.  Your partner will kneel facing you.  You may kiss each
other if you like, but then get back a little, for guess what is going
to be placed between your kissing lips?”
         “What?” I asked.  My voice was eager.  I realized I’d spoken,
then, and blushed.  I was excited at the prospect of playing games, even
if they were lewd.  
         Glenda laughed.  “You sound like a good sport, Chloe.  Come
here.  Who is your partner?  Vic?  Make it Rebecca first.  Yes!  Come
here, Rebecca.  You two will be partners.  That way, two men will have
to play this game as partners, and how wild that will be!  Come over
here, girls.  Kneel and face each other.  And we need one more team. 
Vic, come here.  And you with the red hair.  What is your name?  Amber? 
Come here, Amber.  You will kneel facing Vic, and he will kneel facing
you.  I’ll lie down between you two lovely couples.”
         This is just what happened.  Soon, I was on my knees, facing my
aunt, who faced me.  Vic faced off against the redhead.  Glenda lay
between us.  She prepared a banana for myself and Rebecca.  She prepared
another for Vic and Amber.  When each banana was ready, Glenda carefully
placed it between our lips.  We were not allowed to use our hands.  I
found myself holding desperately on to the end of a banana.  The other
end was between the lips of Rebecca.  We looked at each other.  We felt
utterly ridiculous, both of us nude, our breasts hanging down as we
shared two ends of a single banana.  Vic and Amber were forced to put a
single banana between their teeth.  He took one end, she took the other
end.  They stared at each other over it.
         “Now,” Glenda said.  She gazed up at us proudly.  “On the count
of three, all four of you are going to begin eating.  You must eat the
banana without using your hands.  You must eat the whole banana without
dropping it on the floor.  If you do drop it, here’s what happens:  I
will have more bananas already peeled, with whipped cream on them.  I
will give you a new banana.  You must start over, eating the new
banana.  The first couple who eats their entire banana, without dropping
it, wins.  The losing couple will feel a hearty whack from my riding
crop on their nude bottoms.”  Glenda grinned.  “Now you know why I had
you all take your clothes off.  So I can punish you more effectively,”
she said.
         A woman, watching, laughed.  “They’ll wind up with cream
mustaches with all that whipped cream you’ve put on the top of each
banana.”
         “Yes,” Glenda said.  “But we must begin now.  Everyone watch! 
You’ll all be doing this soon.  Both couples are beginning to drool from
holding the bananas in their mouths.  We’d better start.  Ready?  One...
two... three!  Begin!”
         I began munching quickly on the banana between my teeth. 
Rebecca, facing me, began eating the same banana, from the other end. 
We giggled.  Suddenly the banana dropped from our lips.
         “Oh, too bad!” Glenda said.  “Quick!  Here’s a new one!”  The
blonde woman stuffed a new banana into our mouths, making us both take
either end of it.  Rebecca and I began eating again.  I felt whipped
cream on my upper lip.  I looked silly, I knew, but it was a fun game. 
I felt like I was eating a man’s big cock.
         “We won!” Vic announced suddenly.  Shocked, I let my end of the
banana fall from my lips.
         “No fair!” I said, as Rebecca still held on to her end of our
banana, looking like she was trying to smoke a big cigar.  “Two out of
three,” I insisted.  “We must play again, and the winner wins two out of
three.”
         Glenda got up.  “You may play as often as you like, dear, but
each time the loser gets whacked on her ass.”  She picked up her riding
crop.  “Are you ready?” she asked me.
         “No,” I gasped.  I cringed.  The crop came down hard. 
“YEEEE-hOOOOCH!” I shouted.
         “You too, Rebecca,” Glenda said.
         “This is wicked,” Rebecca whined.  But she braced herself,
still kneeling, and waited while Glenda walked round behind her.
         WHACK!  
         My aunt screamed as the crop connected with her bottom.  Her
head dipped, then rose.  She shook the long tresses of her hair.
         “Ooooh!  That was too hard!” my aunt moaned.
         “Now we will play again,” Glenda said.  There was a satisfied
grin on her face.  She tossed down her crop.  Juliet bent, picked it up,
so that no one else would get at it.
         We played a second time.  To my surprise, my aunt and I won. 
We watched, wide-eyed and fascinated, rubbing our own bottoms, as Vic
and Amber each received a spank from the crop.  It was beginning to be
fun, playing this game, I thought, especially if one could win!  Vic
howled as the crop stung his ass.  His balls shook heavily.  His penis
wobbled like a big antenna, struck by lightning.  He gripped his ass and
massaged it.
         We played more rounds.  Others joined in.  My aunt and I won,
then lost, then won again.  We watched in satisfaction as our opponents
were spanked.  Tears leapt to our eyes when we lost.
         Soon, with all of us briskly rubbing our bottoms, Glenda
suggested a new game.  It was called “Bananas for the Bride.”  In this
game, each girl was to lie down on her back.  She was to lift up her
legs and hold them aloft.  She was to spread them.  Then, Glenda would
stuff a banana into each girl’s open twat.
         “Just the tip,” Glenda said.  “Just enough so that the banana
stands upright between the girl’s legs.”  We all laughed.
         “It will look like I have a penis, if I do that!” I said.  
         “Yes,” Glenda said.  “And then do you know what will happen?”
         “No,” I said.
         “After I decorate each of your bananas with whipped cream, a
guy, or a gal, will eat your banana.  They must eat it right down to the
end.  They must even pry out the last bit of it from your cunt, using
just thier mouth and tongue.  The first couple to finish wins.”
         “And the loser?” I asked.  I massaged my ass as I spoke.
         “A spanking,” Glenda said.  She fingered the crop in her
hands.  There was a collective groan.  But we were all too tempted by
the game not to try it.  
         Later, yet another game was played.  All of us had quite sore
bottoms by now, but we were too randy to stop.  The new game was called
“Banana Boner.”  In this game, each male lay on his back.  Then, Glenda
prepared several split bananas.  She would slice the banana open partway
with a knife.  Then, she would mount the banana over the man’s
erection.  I giggled as I looked at all the men, lying down, their
penises stiff, a banana placed over each one like a sort of condom.
         With each man prepared, the bananas were then decorated, again
with whipped cream.  That done, a female was chosen as a team-mate for
each man.  I got Vic.  On the count of three, all us girls began
eating.  I ate the banana on Vic’s cock as fast as I could. 
Unfortunately, I wasn’t fast enough.  Another team won.  Glenda had a
fine time belting each of the losing teams with her riding crop.
         “Ooooh, this is getting quite painful,” I told Vic after we’d
both been spanked.
         “You’re not kidding,” he agreed.  We both licked our upper
lips, as we gazed at each other.  We were both sporting mustaches of
cream.  I laughed, despite the soreness in my bottom.
         “It’s kinda fun, though,” I admitted.
         “I just hope the orgy starts soon,” Vic said.
         “Yeah, me too,” I said, and instantly felt like a slut for
saying it.
         “Now,” Glenda announced.  “There will be one final treat before
I let you all go at each other.”  She turned to Juliet.  “Go get the ice
cream.”  
         Juliet nodded.  She unlocked the door to the room and went
out.  When she returned, she was carrying a large silver tray.  It had
three tubs of ice cream on it.  In additon, there were several bottles
of syrup.  Chocolate, butterscotch, and strawberry syrup.  I also saw a
bowl of fresh strawberries balanced on the tray.
         “Now we shall each have a banana split,” Glenda said.
         “I’m not hungry for ice cream.  I’m hungry for sssss--” I tried
to say ‘sex’ but felt too embarrassed to.  Everyone laughed.
         “Lie on your tummy,” Glenda told me.  “You’re not going to eat
the banana split.  Your boyfriend is.”
         “What do I get?” I pouted.
         “You get to be the banana split,” Glenda grinned.
         Seeing the mischief in her eyes, but too hot to resist, I lay
down.  She plucked a strawberry from the bowl brought in by Juliet. 
Carefully she sliced the strawberry with a knife, not cutting it all the
way through.  Then she daubed a touch of whipped cream on it.  She bent
over me.  She prised apart my bottom cheeks.
         “Oh!  What are you doing?” I asked.  My bottom was already sore
from her crop.  Did she intend to spank me too?
         “Shhhh,” Glenda said.  She pressed the rounded tip of the
strawberry into my anus.  I shivered as it intruded.  “There,” Glenda
said.  “Try not to wiggle.  It might go up you if you do.”
         “I don’t need a strawberry in my butt!” I exclaimed.  
         Glenda ignored me.  There was laugher.  Everyone watched as she
placed a banana down the crack of my bottom.  It balanced between my
tight, squeezing cheeks like some lewd decoration.  Then she scooped out
three scoops of ice cream.  She plopped them side by side on the banana
in my ass.  Finally, she drooled syrup over the entire ice-cream laden
banana.
         “This can be a contest too,” Glenda said.  Each of you girls
can be a banana split, and be eaten by your lover.  The first to finish
wins.  Everyone else gets to enjoy my riding crop.
         “Oh, not again!” A woman groaned.  
         “Let us just savor this,” a man suggested.  “It looks to me
like these banana splits deserve to be eaten very slowly.”
         “Ah, well,” Glenda sighed.  “Very well, then.  You’ve all been
good sports.  Enjoy your desserts.”
         Eagerly, the men each grabbed a condom.  They fitted them on
and oiled them with lubricant.  Then, properly equipped for what was
sure to follow, they decorated their girlfriends with bananas and ice
cream.  Vic, meanwhile, after putting a condom on his own dick, began
eating me out.  I shivered.  It was luscious, I had to admit to myself,
being eaten by a man who was lubed and ready to go the minute he
finished having me for dessert.  I glanced over at Rebecca.  She was
having ice cream put into her bottom by the man who, in the other room,
had ripped her clothes off.  His wife, lying beside her, was being
prepared by yet another man.
         “Mmmm,” I said, wiggling my bottom.  “It hurts, and yet, the
ice cream is so cold!”
         “Yes,” Rebecca breathed.  There were tears in her eyes.  From
happiness, or from having her bottom whacked, I didn’t know.  She bit
her lip as the man probed needlessly into her hineyhole with his
finger.  He seemed on the verge of forgetting the whole ice cream
affair, and simply fucking her.
         “Ooooh!  Do me!” Rebecca cried, suddenly arching up her hips. 
The banana the man had laid on her back, intending to put it in her
bottom, fell off her.
         “Yes,” the man agreed.  As I watched, they copulated, the man
driving into her cunt until he filled her with his cum.


         Much later, after being let out of the room, Rebecca and I took
a bath.  We took it together, with a man named Ken. Of all the men at
the party, Rebecca liked him the most.  Ken’s wife was at the party but
not, at the moment, with us.  She was being entertained in another of
the home’s many rooms.  Ken gave Rebecca and myself an unexpectedly
thorough bath.  He even used his penis in both our cunts to make sure we
were, as he put it, “thoroughly washed” up in our intimate passageways
to our wombs.  Of course he couldn’t help but deposit his load of sperm
up both of us, as he “washed us out,” using his dick.
         Now we lay naked and fresh in a bed.  Ken lay between my aunt
and myself.  I sucked on a candy cane, stolen from the party.  It felt
large in my mouth.  I gazed at Ken’s penis.  My aunt did too.  But he
was exhausted, limp.  We liked him, though, all the same.  He was a big,
handsome man.  He had strong arms, strong legs.  My aunt looked at me. 
I looked at her.  Ken gazed at us both, admiring our tanned bodies.  He
ran his fingers over the white space on our hips where my aunt’s bikini
usually covered her, and mine covered me.  He tugged at our pubic hair. 
Our eyes were bright.  We wished to challenge each other, despite the
laxity of Ken’s loins.
         “Let’s...” my aunt said, gazing across at me, then at Ken.  I
sucked innocently on my candy cane.  “Let’s give each other enemas!”
Rebecca suggested.  I squirmed.  I rolled on my back, so that my soft
bottom lay upon the sheet.  I tensed my cheeks.
         “Noooo,” I answered.
         “That’s a brilliant idea,” Ken said.
         “No it isn’t,” I protested.  My aunt laughed.  She looked over
at me.
         “We can test each other’s endurance,” she said.
         “Yes!” Ken agreed.
         “At holding water in our bottomholes?” I asked.  
         “Yes,” Rebecca said.  “We’ll see who can hold the most!”
         “God, that’s perverted, Ken sighed.  “Do I have to do it, too?”
         “Yes, of course dear,” Rebecca said.  “We all must do it.  Even
you, Chloe.”
         “Not me,” I said.  I spoke over the end of my candy cane,
keeping it in my mouth, child-like, hoping they’d excuse me from their
game.  “I just want to watch.”
         “No, you must play too,” Rebecca said.  “We’ll compete to see
who goes first.  I’m thinking of a number between one and ten.  Ken? 
Try to guess it.  You too, Chloe.”
         “13,” I said.
         “Three,” Ken said.
         “Chloe, guess a real number.  Between one and ten,” my aunt
told me.
         “Five,” I offered.
         “The number is one,” Rebecca said.  “Ken, would you like to go
first, or second?”
         “Second,” Ken assured her.
         “Fine.  Now you pick a number, Ken, to see whether Chloe goes
first, or me.”
         I sat up.  I sucked hard on my candy cane.  I felt my bottom
pressing against the bed.  The sheet under me felt soft, cool.  I
squeezed my hiney cheeks together.  Was I really going to let them poke
me up the ass with an enema tube?  I looked with tension-filled eyes at
Rebecca.  She grinned at me.  I think we were all feeling nervous just
then, wondering if we’d really go through with it.  Ken, his buns
settled on the bed, tried to think of a number in his head.  His cock
stirred.  I glanced at it, then at Rebecca.  Her smile widened.
         “I don’t wan’ anythin’ goin’ up my butt,” I told my aunt over
my candy cane.  She rocked back and forth on her own broad-cheeked
bottom.  Its womanly fulness spread with soft, inviting promise on the
bed.  Ken glanced down at her ass.
         “Okay, I’ve got a number in my head,” Ken breathed.  He looked
at Rebecca’s bare hips.  His eyes took in the swell of her firm, warm
cheeks.  They were pasty white, where her swimsuit usually covered her. 
He reached out and patted the slope of her fanny.  Rebecca’s eyes
danced.
         “Is it between one and ten?” Rebecca asked.
         “Yes,” Ken said, massaging her butt.
         “Two,” Rebecca offered.
         “Like the two cheeks of your ass,” Ken mused.
         “Stop.  Don’t play with my ass before it’s my turn,” Rebecca
said.  She squirmed.  Ken had a finger in her bottomcrack.  She pushed
at his hand.
         “Seventeen!” I declared.
         “You can’t pick seventeen,” Ken said.
         I pulled my candycane from my mouth.  “I can if I don’t want
anything going up my bottom!” I told him.
         “Pick a good number,” Rebecca told me.
         “No, never mind,” Ken said.  “We’ll just take the number Chloe
has given, and adjust it, so it fits between one and ten.  Chloe, you
said number seventeen, so I’ll adjust it to number seven.”
         “Okay,” I said.  I popped my candycane back in my mouth.
         “Which is bad news for you, Chloe, because the number I picked
is seven.”
         “No!” I cried.
         “Wait.  That means she gets to choose,” Rebecca said.
         “Not with me.  Whoever picks closest to the number I picked,
loses,” Ken said.
         “You can’t do that.  You can’t switch around the rules to suit
you,” I told Ken.  He grabbed my wrist.
         “Yes I can, Chloe,” Ken said.  “And do you know why?”
         “No.  Why?” I asked him.
         “Because I’m 33, Chloe, and you’re 13.  And I’m, like, twice as
big as you.  And I’ve got a raging hard-on and I want to see a big, fat
enema tube slide up into your tight little teenage ass!”
         “Noooooo!” I cried.  Rebecca roared with laughter.  My eyes
darted down between Ken’s legs and, sure enough, despite doing both my
aunt and me in the bath, he was stiff and hard again.  Ken turned me
over on the bed.  He forced my knees up under my hips.  He lifted my
bottom.  I struggled, but I couldn’t get out from under his body, which
arched over me, holding me down.  “I don’ wanna--” I began, but Ken took
hold of my small fist, which still held my candy cane.  He wrapped his
hand around mine and pushed my candy cane into my babbling lips.  He
silenced me with it.
         “Be a good girl and suck your candy while I grease your ass,”
Ken told me.  Stupidly, I did, feeling his hands prise open my bottom as
my aunt ran to get an enema pole we’d seen in the bathroom closet.
         I waited, kneeling on the bed, as the two of them prepared to
sodomize me.  Rebecca looked at Ken’s penis and laughed that she wished
she had one of her own.  She set up the pole beside the bed.  She hung a
bag of fresh fluid from it.  She put vaseline on the end of the tubing
that hung from the top of the pole.  I gazed up at the loops of tubing
dangling down alongside the pole and wondered how much of it they’d
shove up my ass.  Too much, I assured myself.  I winced as Ken put
vaseline in my bottom.  Yet, despite squirming at the misfortune of my
fate, I remained in place.  I huddled on the bed, seeking refuge in the
sweetness of my candycane.  Ken patted my bare white ass and told
Rebecca I was ready.
         “This won’t hurt too much, dear,” Rebecca said, bending over
and whispering in my ear.  Then she kissed my cheek.  “Try not to spill
any of it when I pull out the tube.  The real fun comes in trying to
hold it inside your ass as long as you can.”
         I shivered.  I felt my aunt’s hands on my fanny.  I felt Ken’s,
too.  Then I felt my ass pulled wide.  My rosette puckered open, tasted
air.  Together, laughing, Rebecca and Ken remarked on how small my
asshole looked.  I felt a sharp touch of something against it.
         “Don’t move.  It’s going in now,” Rebecca told me.
         And it was!  I felt a hard, slick nozzle push into my rectum,
followed by a seemingly endless length of hollow plastic tubing.
         “Nah!  Take it ouOOOut!” I shouted.
         “Shhh!  Or we shall have to gag you,” Rebecca warned me.  “Suck
on your candy cane.”
         “I don’t want to have my bottom fillllllled!” I gasped, feeling
the plastic hose push deeper and deeper up into my ass.
         “There, that should do it,” Ken remarked.  “Open the valve. 
Let her fill.  Don’t wiggle your ass, girl, or I’ll spank it.”
         YEEEEEK!  I cried.  I felt a sudden gush in my bowels as
Rebecca released the fluid.  I began filling up, my colon acting like a
receptacle.
         “That will wash her out good,” Ken said.
         “Yes,” Rebecca agreed.  “Do you think she’ll shit all over the
bed, though?”
         “I hope not,” Ken said.
         Rebecca leaned over me.  She patted my forehead.  Her hand felt
warm.  “How are you doing, honey?” she asked me.
         “I’m filling UP!” I shouted.
         “Good.  That’s what you’re supposed to be doing,” Rebecca
said.  “Be good and keep your ass nice and high.  We don’t want you
spilling the fluid on the bed.”
         “I’m going to shit all over the place!” I warned them.
         “If you do, I’ll spank your fanny until you wish you had no
bottom at all,” my aunt warned me.
         “You’re mean!” I sniffled.
         “Not if you’re a good girl,” Rebecca said.  I wiggled my ass. 
I looked round at them with urgent eyes.  “Close the tube, Ken.  I think
she’s getting full,” Rebecca said. 
         “Where’s the clip?” Ken asked.  He turned.  His dick, hard as
stone, wiggled stiffly on the air.
         “Here, let me do it,” Rebecca sighed.  She let go of my
forehead.  Her boobs bouncing, her ass waggling, she walked over to the
pole.  She shut off the inflow of fluid.
         “My bottom’s all filled up,” I gasped.
         “Yes,” Ken said.  “I’m going to pull out the tube now.  Squeeze
your cheeks hard so you don’t make a mess on the bed.”
         “OOOK!” I gasped as I felt the snake-like tubing pulled from my
butt.  It felt like I was pooping out a big turd.
         “There,” Ken said.  “My, you did grease it up nice for us with
your B/M, didn’t you?” he said.  “Get me some kleenex, Rebecca.  I’ve
got to wipe off this tube.”
         “Sure,” my aunt said.  “I brought a whole box of wet nappies
from the bathroom.”
         “Good,” Ken said.  He looked down at me.  I was still kneeling,
dog-like, my bottom waving high and inviting in the air.  “God, what an
ass,” Ken complimented me.  “Try to turn over and sit on it, without
losing the fluid that’s in you.”
         “I-- can’t,” I breathed.
         “Try,” Rebecca said.  “That’s the fun part.  Sit on the bed
just like before.”
         “Oooh,” I gasped.  I turned, very slowly.  I eased myself onto
my bottom.  “It feels like I’ve... like I’ve gotta goooo,” I admitted to
them.
         “Of course you have to go, honey.  Your bowels are bulging with
enema fluid.  But try to hold it in your tight little ass until Ken and
I have had ours.  Then we’ll all go to the bathroom together.”
         “In the bathroom,” Ken said.
         “Yes,” Rebecca agreed.  “We’ll watch each other shit on the
toilet.  We can correct each other’s toilet etiquette.”
         “I don’t give a fuck about toilet etiquette,” Ken said. 
Rebecca slapped his behind.  “Ow!” Ken said.  “Why did you do that?”
         “Just becuase we’re playing naughty games doesn’t mean you get
to swear, dear,” Rebecca said.
         “Swear?  Who said shit on the toilet?” Ken asked.
         “I was describing a bodily function,” Rebecca said.  “You were
taking the word ‘fuck’ in vain.”
         “I was what?” Ken asked.
         “You were bad.  You sweared,” I told him.  I looked up at him
from the bed, shivering with all the enema fluid that was bulging inside
me.
         “Bend over.  It’s your turn,” Rebecca told Ken.
         “I thought you were next!” Ken said.
         “I have the tube, dear,” Rebecca said.  “Bend over and show me
those hairy cheeks of yours.  I have a little present for them.”
         “Auntie, I have to poop!” I said frankly.
         “Hold it, dear.  Or I’ll stick this tube right up your ass, and
ignore Ken altogether.”
         “Really, Rebecca, the order was supposed to be Chloe, then you,
then me,” Ken protested.
         “Bend over, sir,” my aunt said.  She pushed on his back.  Ken
leaned forward, reluctantly.  His big penis dangling down between his
legs.  I reached for it.
         “Hey!” Ken cried.  My small fist groped at his dick and gave it
a yank.
         “I’m a milk maid.  It’s time for you to be milked,” I told Ken.
         “Don’t pull on Ken’s penis, dear,” Rebecca told me.
         “YOW!” Ken yelled.  His eyes bulged as the tubing in my aunt’s
fist was jammed up into his rectum.  I began pulling hard on his dick,
as if it was a bell pull.  “Ooof!” Ken groaned.  He swayed to one side,
then the other, trying to escape the tube, and my hand too, as my aunt
sodomized him and I played with his penis.  Suddenly, I felt a pulsation
along the fat stem of his cock.
         “Don’t make him cum, dear!” Rebecca called over Ken’s shoulder.
         “Ack!” I exclaimed.  Quite unexpectedly, the penis I was
ardently pulling on began to spurt white cum all over my legs. 
         “Oh, my,” Rebecca said.  She watched, peering over Ken’s
shoulder, as his large penis spewed cum onto the bed.
         “Damn,” Ken breathed.  I dandled my fingers along the length of
his cock, enjoying seeing him vandalized.  I knew he’d have tried to put
his big thing up my bottom, anyway.  Better to let him cum on the bed. 
My aunt sighed.  I rose up.  I clapped my hands to Ken’s shoulders.  I
kissed his lips, his swarthy face.  At the same time, my ass opened
behind me.  With great relief, I emptied myself onto the bed.  
         “Chloe!  Don’t!” my aunt said.
         “I sowwy, aunnie,” I murmured, between kisses on Ken’s face.
         “Oh, God!” my aunt said.  “Look at the mess you two have
made.”  She drew around beside us.  She arched forward her hips.  She
began massaging her cunt with her hand.  She brought her face close to
ours and began kissing Ken with me.
         “Never mind the enema,” Ken said.
         “Ooooh, never mind, never mind,” I babbled.