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Subject: {ASSM} A Trip From The Basement (M+g+ nc ped ws)
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A trip from the basement (M+,g+ ped nc ws)

   The girls:

   Abby - 10 big bottom Anne - 6 slim blonde pot belly young puss sexually
trained * Carol - 7-8 slim blonde reluctant Connie - 9 slim ash blonde
small butt Dasha - 10 little pot belly, puffy cones, hair on muff, dark
blonde * Kylee - just 4 curly blonde trained from birth can't penetrate
Luana - 5 small girls puss reluctant shy cries Marcia - 6 normal body
fluffy brown hair young girl's puss Mary ** Morgana - 4 little blonde girl
small undeveloped Nicole - 8 medium blonde with bangs little chubby puffy
pussy lips Rachel ** Tegan - 6 with strawberry blonde curls cheerful
Whitney - 7 long brown hair normal body *

   * Paul's girls ** My girls, I know you've already read about them in the
"Basement" stories

   Arrival

   After I landed, I taxied down the causeway and turned into Paul's
private ranch.  There was a string of covered hanger stalls to my right,
and when I pulled into the one assigned to me, Paul was there to greet me.
He secured my wings to the ground with cords while I shut down the engine
and cycled down the instruments.

   "Hey, Paul," I said, stepping out of the cabin door and kicking down the
steps.

   "How you doing, good flight?" he replied, coming over to shake hands.

   "Well, routine, which is good, considering the cargo."

   "No shit.  Need some help?"

   "Sure, you take one, I'll grab the other.  The boxes are on wheels."

   I lifted up the seats in back and stowed them away, revealing two long
black boxes with vent holes.  A faint whirring sound was coming from
inside. I shoved one of them over to the door entrance and pushed it out
into Paul's waiting hands.  That one must have been Mary, I thought.  The
lighter of the two.  I shoved out Rachel's box to Paul along with a couple
of other bags and secured the rest of the plane while Paul moved them over
to a van parked by the hanger.  I helped Paul load them in back and climbed
into the passenger seat for the drive out to his house, a few hundred yards
into the desert.

   "This is really something, Paul.  You built it just for these
occasions?"

   "Sure, cost a fortune, but who cares?  It was easy to justify the
details for security, high level corporate meetings and so forth.  Of
course I had to do some of the work, when you see the common room you'll
understand."

   "I'm looking forward to it.  Kind of like Thailand again, eh?"

   "Same idea, different type of girls though."

   I sat back and thought about the epic orgies that got me interested in
this hobby, with Paul's help of course.  Times were different in Thailand
now, and there was little chance for a repeat performance.

   Paul and I had met initially in a very private club that featured small
girls as erotic dancers.  It was easy enough to get an invitation if you
dropped the right hints and had enough money, but reaching the next level
took an invite from someone like Paul, already greased into the local scene
with the right contacts and enough pull to stay out of trouble.  We struck
up a conversation at the bar between sets, and Paul obviously recognized a
kindred spirit.  After getting a thorough vetting by Paul's security, one
night I found myself at Paul's house in Bangkok with three other men, whose
names I never knew, and seven little girls of various nationalities, mostly
Kmer, all nut brown and naked.

   It was a lot of fun, but even the youngest of the girls was very jaded,
handling cocks like a truck stop whore.  The experience was certainly
exciting and dangerous, but it lacked the fundamental decadence that
attracted me to younger girls, that next door neighbor innocence that made
their little bodies so ultimately desirable.  The main advantage of the
party was to learn from Paul the secrets of acquiring and keeping underage
sex slaves of your own, back in the states.

   I had visited his house a couple years ago before finding and outfitting
my own, and I knew his girls already; Anne, Dasha and Whitney.  It was at
this private meeting that Paul made me aware of his fly-in club, and the
existence of other like-minded men, all of who he had met and cultivated in
Thailand, and all of whom had gone through the same trouble as myself,
capturing girls and building out the necessary facility for keeping them.
There were ten others, but only eight visited the club, as two didn't fly,
and stayed close to home.  It was remarkable for that many men to be aware
of each other and to be able to meet in a setting like this.  Paul thought
it was likely that no one had done so with white girls in more than a
hundred years, since the days of underage brothels in cities like New York
and New Orleans.  Given the changing face of Asia, it seemed likely enough
we would be the last.  It was truly a special gathering.

   "Did you tell your girls?" Paul asked, breaking my reverie.  He was just
pulling up to the main building, and a garage door was running up on his
signal.

   "Oh, no, I didn't, I just had them drink a sedative and put them under
last night.  They'll be in for quite a surprise when they wake up."

   Paul ran the van into the garage, and we got out while the door closed.
Paul opened the back of the van and we each pulled one of the travelling
cases out and gently lowered it to the floor to ride on the built-in
wheels.

   "Oof, I got the heavy one this time," said Paul.  "That must be Rachel?"

   "Yeah, I must have Mary in here.  They're a nice set."

   "I gotta admit, I'm intrigued by having a fat girl, I don't recall I
ever did."

   "Some of the girls in Bangkok were a little plump, but not like Rachel.
She's actually in pretty good physical condition now, but I keep her well
fed."

   The garage opened onto a long corridor, and next to the wall was parked
a modified golf cart, which we loaded with the containers and my bags.  I
climbed in with Paul and he motored down the corridor to the end, then
turned right into another corridor which ran in back of the guest quarters.
Mine was about midway down the hall.  Paul jumped out and unlocked a door
which led to a small room with medical equipment on the walls and two
examination tables.  We helped each other load the cases onto the tables
and I began to take them apart while Paul watched.

   "Neat work," he said.  "I like the way they unfold like that.  How are
your girls looking?"

   "They seem OK, breathing easy.  Mary's mouth is a little dry, I'll have
to turn up the humidity next time."

   Paul watched while I unhooked the i.v.  lines from the girls and removed
the catheters.  He moved over a waste can lined with plastic, where I
dumped the urine bags.  The girls also had butt plugs, but they could be
removed by themselves over the toilet later, I didn't need to be involved
in that.

   "It'll take them a couple of hours to come around, want to help me get
them into bed?"

   "Sure," said Paul.  "If I can cop a feel."

   "Help yourself," I laughed.  "I don't think they'll care."

   Paul unlocked the door to the guest suite and we carried the girls in
our arms to a double bed in a small suite to one side and locked them in.
Paul showed me around the main suite, pointing out the various features and
giving me keys to access the main corridor outside.  The men were welcome
to visit the upstairs and mingle with each other, but no names were to be
used.  The girls were not allowed outside the guest rooms without chains
and blindfolds and under no circumstances were they allowed to talk to
anyone.  There were two exercise and pool rooms, but they had to be
reserved, and the girls moved back and forth in restraints.  The girls were
never to know where they were or how they got there.

   After Paul left to see to other affairs, I checked the girls and
unpacked my bags, and grabbed something to snack on from the fridge while I
watched a little TV.  The whole affair was catered from the outside, the
contractors apparently under the impression that we were engaged in some
sort of executive retreat.  The food was pre-packaged to be reheated, but
of very fine quality, and there was champagne, fine cheeses and breads and
plenty of steaks, shrimps and lobsters in the freezer that could be
grilled. I had no complaints, and Rachel would love it.  The normal fare
for my girls was pretty good stuff, but not this kind of gourmet quality
routinely.

   The first meeting wasn't for two nights, and before then I had little to
do but mingle and coach the girls for a performance or two they would be
required to give, nothing they hadn't done for me.  For now we were just
waiting for the fun to begin.  I checked the girls one more time and
wandered outside to go upstairs, see if any of the other men were hanging
around.  There were stories and techniques to swap along with our girls.

   Night one

   Two nights later I was sitting in a large room with nine special
couches, sort of like oversize roman couches, the size of double beds,
slightly raised at the back end, but without arms or seats, just a flat
surface covered in sheets.  The couches were arranged in a circle so that
all of us could see each other.  In the middle was a small circular raised
platform that could rotate.

   Most of the men were sitting with their girls, all dressed in various
interesting outfits for the evening.  A couple of the men were standing and
talking over by a bar, eating and drinking, until Paul went over and
apparently asked them to take their places.  Rachel and Mary were sitting
on either side of me, their eyes wide at the scene, and most of the other
girls looked about the same.

   I had explained to them what was going to happen when they woke up, and
we had spent the previous day getting a little exercise and rehearsing a
couple of routines for them, the first of which would be tonight.  Rachel
was quite excited and nervous, I could feel her breathing quickly as I
cradled her shoulder in my arm.  Mary seemed to take it in stride, as if it
was just another insult to be heaped on her, one more knock to someone used
to being kicked around.  Mary seemed to expect to be treated badly, it was
part of her solemn charm, the bearing of a victim.

   "Well, it seems we're all here, let's get started," Paul announced,
standing in front of his couch.  "Bad news I'm afraid, Whitney won't be
here tonight, she's not feeling well.  I think she'll be OK tomorrow."

   There was a general murmur of regret.  I liked Whitney myself, she was
the epitome of the next door girl, the kind of darling you'd like to give a
big hug - before ripping her clothes off and raping her from behind with
her panties tangled in her knees while she tried to crawl away from you,
leaving her sticky with cum and sobbing in her bedsheets among her teddy
bears.  I'd miss her tonight, but there was plenty of interesting girl
flesh here.  I was already hard beneath my robe.

   "Let's introduce all the girls one a time.  I see lots of interesting
outfits here tonight, so I assume you have been practicing your girls in a
little strip routine for us, right?  Let's get started with the new girls
first, shall we?"

   There was a general murmur of agreement.  Paul had already spoken to the
owners with new girls, myself included, so I knew Rachel and Mary would be
introduced last.  The first girl was a slim blonde, about seven or eight,
wearing a tight two-piece string bikini in bright yellow that hugged her
pussy.  She was obviously not happy, standing by her owner with her arms
folded.  Paul gave him a nod, and he swatted the blonde on the ass, pushing
her out into the center of the room.

   "This is Carol, she's a recent acquisition and not happy, as you can
see," said the owner.

   He lifted the girl up on to the center platform, which started rotating
slowly.

   "Carol's been with me for about two months, and I busted her out right
away just so she'd be all healed up and ready for this event, but she's
nowhere neared trained."

   Indeed, the girl stood unsteadily on the platform scowling at us, her
knees locked together and her hands over her little breasts, barely covered
by the yellow swatches of cloth making up her top.

   Paul spoke up again.  "As you know, the rule is, no damage to the girls,
but as Carol is passed around tonight she'll carry her favorite little
bamboo switch with her, and if she fails to follow directions, you can feel
free to give her a stripe across her back."

   "Not too hard," her owner said, as Paul stepped back.  "Just enough to
prompt her.  If you look close you can see she's taken a few, and is about
to get another if she doesn't start to perform."

   Carol's owner produced the switch from behind his back and laid it
across his palm a couple of times as the girl turned around to look at him,
in response to his words.  The reminder was apparently sufficient, as she
began to bump and grind to the background music, in a very inept sort of
way, not very natural at all.  You could see the distaste on her face as
she lifted and pulled on the bikini bottoms, running the strap deep up her
back cleavage and outlining her little mouse in front.  In spite of her
attitude, the show was very good, she had an amazing ass, perfectly curved
with deep cheeks that would be delightful to hold.  I leaned back on my
couch a little and pulled Mary close to me, sticking her hand underneath my
robe.  She didn't need any prompting, gently stroking and squeezing my cock
while I watched.  I looked around and noticed a lot of other owners
similarly attended to.

   A cheer went up when Carol pulled the knot free on her bikini top and
exposed her chest, the top not hiding much of anything it turned out, just
a couple of hard nipples stranded on a flat plain.  The girl was moving
better as she pulled the bottom strings out, slipping the thong out between
her pussy lips gradually as she was rotated around the group, then holding
it up as it came free and letting it fall in a saucy manner.  She gave us a
few poses, thrusting out her full, white pussy lips, bending over and
showing her ass, just a few basic moves.  She received general applause as
the strip came to an end and her owner lifted her back onto the floor,
directing her to pick up her suit and put it back on.  It was possible she
was a little pleased with the reaction, at least she wasn't grimacing as
much when her owner pushed her back over to his couch.

   "Alright," said Paul.  "I'm sure we'll all give Carol a proper welcome
this evening.  Let's have the next new girl, at least new to us, an
absolute delight, it's Kylee!"

   Paul stepped back, applauding as the next owner brought his girl out. 
She was a tiny thing with curly blonde hair, probably just four years old,
wearing a white baby doll with silk panties.

   "Thanks, Paul." As you can see Kylee is very young, this is the first
time she's been with other people, so she's a little shy."

   The little girl was hiding her face in her hands, peeking out at us,
shifting nervously.  Her owner lifted her up on the platform, patting her
behind and whispering a few words to her.  He stepped back and let the girl
stand by herself as the platform began to turn.

   "You can use her pussy and her ass, she's been cleaned for tonight like
the other girls, but head only, and plenty of lubrication.  I've been up
her bottom once, but it's far too tight to fuck.  You can slide your head
in and out without any problem, but no deep penetration, OK?"

   There was a general murmur of agreement.  Everyone knew the rules, and
probably no one would have tried to impale the girl too deeply anyway.  She
was too young for that, at least it should be her owner who busted her out,
this wasn't the time or place.  I had spoken to him earlier and learned
that Kylee was brought up captive from a baby, completely uneducated about
anything but her role as a sex toy.

   Her owner leaned in close to her and said something, and the little girl
shook her head up and down.  As he stepped back she began her routine.  It
was about as you'd expect if you've every seen kindergarten kids doing a
stage show, mechanical and a little clumsy, but given the goods on display,
very attractive.  She teased us with peeks of her cheeks and pussy, lifting
up the baby doll, and pulling down her panties in stages until she was
finally bare naked.  She had a very typical body for a girl that age,
plenty of baby fat.  I imagined she would see plenty of penis heads buried
in that soft pussy tonight, and probably a few loads shot across her belly
as they were pulled out, spurting.

   All the men gave her a big applause as she finished, and she took a few
bows with a big grin on her face, giggling as she picked up her outfit and
was guided over to her couch with her owner.

   "Alright, welcome Kylee, that was great," said Paul.  "Let's take care
with her guys, I bet we all want a piece of that."

   A foot hoots and cheers indicated agreement.

   "Next we have a pair of newcomers, Mary and Rachel, nice biblical
names," said Paul, gesturing towards us.

   I sat up and pushed the girls out onto the floor, putting a hand on each
of their shoulders.

   "OK girls, let's knock their eyes out," I whispered to them.

   I gave them a love pat on the bottom and sat back on the couch as they
climbed up on the platform together.  Both girls were wearing silk robes,
which they let fall as the platform began to turn, getting a gasp from the
audience, I was please to notice.  Mary was wearing a full lingerie set
underneath her robe, black stockings, a garter belt with thong panties over
the top, and a little bra to complement.  Rachel was wearing white hose
suspended from a tight-fitting, crotchless one piece in flowered silk that
hugged her plump flesh and pushed out her breast cones into real cleavage.
Her bare pussy lips virtually exploded from the crotch, in a nasty display
of flesh.  After a few seconds the other owners began to applaud the sight
before the girls even started, and to my delight they acknowledged the
approval with smiles and little bows as they rotated.

   Right at this time the first girl, Carol, arrived at my couch.  After
their performance the girls dressed back up and were passed around the
circle to be fondled briefly by each of us in turn, as we watched the next
performance.  I moved up to sit on the edge of the couch and turned her
around, pulling down the back of her bikini to bare her cheeks.  I lined up
my cock and pushed myself between them as I watched, gripping Carol by the
arms to keep her in place.  She resisted slightly, but apparently resigned
herself to the abuse as I tightened my grasp on her arms, letting her know
she wasn't going anywhere.  It was great, her bottom cleavage was so deep I
could completely bury my cock head between them, like titty fucking.  I
could have cummed all over her right then and there, if I wanted to.

   Meanwhile my girls were starting their act to the cheers of the crowd.
Rachel had grabbed Mary by the shoulders and was pushing her down to kneel
in front her, pretending that she was the master and Mary was the slave,
although in real life that was true enough.  When Mary was kneeling, Rachel
thrust her pussy in Mary's face and grabbed her by her hair, pretending to
force her to perform.  Mary acted like she was repulsed, but gradually gave
in and grabbed Rachel's thick thighs for support, first just kissing and
licking the outside of her pussy until Rachel grabbed and pulled her hair
again, making it clear she wanted tongue.

   I looked around the room and I could see all the owners were thrilled by
the show, all of them either stroking their cocks as they fondled their
girls or having the girls do it for them.  A couple of the men were being
sucked by their girls as they watched, although it was a little early for
that, I thought.

   Mary was into it now, thrusting her tongue up between Rachel's lips as
Rachel squatted down a little to open herself up, closing her eyes and
rolling her head around as if beginning her ride towards an orgasm.  I was
probably the only one who knew that Rachel was only half pretending, and I
figured after this was over that her pussy was going to be leaking a
little.

   I was having a great time with Carol, squeezing her butt cheeks around
my cock with my knees as I held her arms, but it was time to move her on,
as I could see Kylee was approaching.  All the other guys had their own
girls of course, so the owner who was alone was expected to dominate one of
the free girls, but since it was early, that left the first two owners
alone until the girls came full circle.  So I released Carol, pulled up her
bikini bottom, turned her around and gave her little mouse a quick squeeze
through the fabric before pushing her along.  I was by myself for a few
minutes while my neighbor played with Kylee, so I sat back to get something
to drink and watched my own show.

   Rachel was into the part where she pretended (maybe) to cum, and went
weak in the knees, losing her grip on Mary's hair.  Mary took advantage to
turn the tables, getting up and pushing Rachel down onto the platform in a
kneeling position.  Mary now looked the dominate in her black outfit, and
fulfilled the role, pushing the fabric of Rachel's corset suit together in
back to form a thong between her big bottom, and proceeded to spank her in
revenge, just hard enough to make a sound of course.  The men all laughed
and cheered her on, getting a big kick out of the performance.

   Mary then turned over the properly punished Rachel onto her back and
stood over her.  She untied her black thong panties and tossed them onto
the floor, exposing her own porcelain pussy lips.  She straddled Rachel's
heaving body and roughly pulled down her cups, exposing Rachel's fat little
puffy nipples on top of their white cones, and after playing with them
briefly, ground her crotch into them, rubbing the nipples through her inner
lips, accompanied by fresh cheers and whistles from the guys.

   Just at that time Kylee finally reached me, and I sat back on the edge
of the couch to greet her.  My cock was exposed between my open robe, and
the little girl didn't hesitate, reaching in to grab it, and then leaning
over to kiss it and briefly suck the tip before standing back up to be
fondled, expertly stroking my shaft.  I smiled and rubbed her on the back
of the head, and she smiled back.  Wow, what a girl, I thought.  Only four
and completely comfortable with a man's cock.  I pulled down her silk
undies just enough to expose her lips, pushing her legs together when she
started to helpfully pull them apart.  I wanted to run my hands over her
outside skin before I probed inside.

   It was a delightfully sinful canvas of plump girl flesh, and I felt
totally satisfied in an evil, decadent way as I squeezed and rubbed her
thighs and tummy and protruding mons and lips.  Having the girl's hands on
my cock as I was surrounded by all manner of other little girls stroking
and sucking cocks made it all the more indescribably exciting.  After all,
that's why we were here together, to experience this sensation.  How many
men had ever been in a place like this in the modern age?  I mean with
clean plump white girls in a plushly outfitted palace, snacking on lobster
and champagne, not some filthy asian brothel, dark girls with disease scars
all over their legs and bad teeth and the fear of the police coming up the
stairs?

   And also not with gorgeous little silk-covered girls doing sixty-nine
for entertainment, which is where Mary and Rachel were at, Mary draped over
Rachel's ample stomach, licking and sucking her clitoris while getting
cuddliness from behind, Rachel stroking her ass cheeks.  The men were all
shouting now, urging the girls on, who were really into it, their tongues
thrashing each other as their bodies bucked and heaved in response. 
Finally, right where the guys wanted it, Mary exploded into orgasm, lifting
her wet face up and squeezing her eyes shut and pushing her ass back at
Rachel as she shuddered over and over.

   Rachel was not going to be left out, taking advantage while Mary
collapsed on top of her.  She pushed Mary off of her and quickly rolled
over to pin Mary on her back, straddled her and pushed her big soft pussy
into her face, grabbing her head and riding over her lips and nose,
grinding her pussy into her face.  Mary was being strangled as she was
thrashing underneath her until Rachel pulled up off her a bit, placing her
pussy over Mary's mouth, making it clear she wanted tongue.  Mary gasped
for breath and gave it to her, sucking Rachel's clit like she was giving a
little penis a blow job, until Rachel was cumming wildly, rubbing her own
breast buds as she laid back her head and moaned.

   Now it was time for the surprise to top the show, and I patted Kylee on
the head and pushed her on to the next couch, got up with my erect dick
sticking out in front and marched over to the platform, jumping on it with
the girls.  Rachel was just starting to move back off Mary as I joined
them, pushing Rachel back down with her butt in the air as Mary reached up
to hug her.  The girls began to kiss each other as I poised my unit in back
of Rachel and plunged inside her pussy, finding it moist and ready, no
surprise there!  I grabbed her by her fat thighs and pumped her a dozen or
so times as the men clapped and cheered their loud approval.  When I got up
and helped my girls from the platform, all the other men were standing and
applauding, and we gave them several bows.

   "Wow!" Paul said, as the clapping wound down.  "A taste of what's to
come gentlemen, that was something."

   I acknowledged another round of applause while I helped the girls
straighten up.  Both of them were a little messy, but I had anticipated the
need for a cleanup and had a couple of moist towels ready, wiping their
faces and pussies clean.  I even brushed their hair back into reasonable
shape while the girls straightened each other's outfits into place and made
themselves presentable for the circle.  I kissed them both and sent them on
their way, patting them on the bottom as they moved on to the next couch.
For the first round I thought it would be fun to present them as a couple,
so they could be fondled together.

   That left me without a girl again, but Paul helpfully sent me over one
of his stock, little Anne, a delightful youngster with long brown hair and
one of those little girl pussies that pouted out from her body, thin except
for a small girl's distended belly.  She was wearing nothing but a white
silk thong, and I pulled her up next to me on the couch and stroked her
lips through the front fabric triangle while she rubbed my cock and kept it
at attention in a most expert teasing fashion, as Paul introduced the next
girl.

   "OK, the next girl is in her second year here, it's lovely Marcia!"

   Marcia was about six, I'd say, typical body for a girl that age, with
smooth pink skin and light brown hair that grew out a little fluffy.  She
was wearing an elaborate outfit in creamsicle colors, an undergarment of
white silk that included a thin panel extending from her crotch to her
chest, where it met a flat bustiere that was tied off around her back with
orange ribbon, and a pair of orange hot pants.  A matching orange boa
finished the costume, which she initially wore around her neck as she bowed
to the crowd to begin her performance.

   She had quite an act to follow, but she was quite a girl, and
immediately make it clear that she wasn't about to be out-raunched, running
the orange snake beneath her and sliding it back and forth through over her
crotch as she ground her bottom in the hot pants, giving us all smiles and
hot looks.  I was getting over-heated by Anne's cock teasing and this
performance was really getting my attention.  I was curious though, and
glanced over to see how my girls were doing, surprised to see Rachel
getting "cuddlies" from Mary as the man rubbed his cock in Mary's hair
while she kneeled, licking Rachel again.

   That sounded fun to me, so I knelt up and pushed Anne down on the couch,
reaching down to whip off her thong, leaving her naked on her back.  I
moved back and lay down on the couch with my head between her legs, and
licked her pussy while watching the show over her stomach, giving my cock a
rest before I blew my load prematurely.  The first wad was the best of
course, and after watching all the girls perform and playing with them in
turn, we would all be pent up like crazy.  The best part of the evening was
watching the men come that first time.  I understood from Paul by custom we
were to announce it so we could all pay attention, splashing it all over a
girl in some amusing and decadent fashion, usually in the face.

   Marcia was now shucking off the hot pants, and a general round of
applause went up as she turned around the circle.  I saw why when she was
pointed my way.  The white band of cloth that was hidden beneath the pants
was revealed to be tightly form-fitted over her pussy lips, and the sight
was incredibly erotic.  You wanted to dash over and grab the fabric and tug
it even tighter, but Marcia was doing it for us, stretching the fabric over
her lips while she thrust forward in an obscenely wanton display.  When the
platform rotated her bare bottom appeared with a tight strap of the white
fabric buried between her lush cheeks.  She was awesome, I couldn't wait to
fondle her, and I could see the other guys felt the same way.

   I think Paul sensed the evening needed to be moved forward a bit, as he
spoke to Marcia's owner, who went up to retrieve the girl before she
finished her act, which would have been killer, I suspect.  Apparently Paul
agreed.

   "Gentlemen, why don't we save the rest of that performance for another
evening this week, I think we all agree that Marcia deserves more time than
we have tonight.  Let's have her and that outfit back again, don't you
agree?"

   Oh yeah, we all did.  I sat up and applauded her along with all the
other men, making her smile in spite of being cut short, which obviously
disappointed her.  Paul stooped down to speak to her as we cheered,
probably assuring her she would get another chance to perform the full act.

   The next girl was Abby, about ten, a bright smile, sandy blonde
shoulder-length hair and the most amazing butt cheeks, which she displayed
to full advantage for us in a bright pink thong.  Paul had spoken to her
obviously, and she moved through her act pretty quickly, stripping off her
pink shirt to reveal her little breast buds and moving on to stroke her
pussy for us through the panty fabric while she bounced her bottom in a
pretend orgasm.  I couldn't wait to experience her cheeks, they were truly
pneumatic.

   Another girl about five or six named Tegan was next, a very pretty and
cheerful little thing with strawberry blonde curls, wearing a bright red
negligee with thong panties.  She did some nice poses leaning back on her
arms and legs with her crotch thrust up, pushing her pussy lips against the
panty fabric.

   Then there was Connie, a nine year-old ash blonde with slight breasts
and the bottom of a teenager, though her pussy was still bare, and my
favorite from Paul's girls, Dasha, a girl he had acquired from Russia many
years ago.  Paul introduced her to our general applause.

   "Thank you, gentlemen.  Dasha, why don't you show off your surprise?"

   Dasha smiled her big toothy grin, and climbed up on the platform,
quickly stripping off the school girl outfit she had planned to tease us
with and displayed her big pussy lips in all their glory, now topped with a
tuft of dark blonde pubic hair.  While were still applauding her little
muff, she pulled off her shirt to reveal that she had grown the most
precious little breasts, perfect cones topped with soft tips.  Obviously
she was starting to mature, a most interesting problem.  What was Paul
going to do with her as she became a teenage girl?  She was going to be the
first experiment in the catch and release program.  Oh well, for now the
new charms were a novelty, and I'm sure we all planned to have fun with
them.

   "Dasha had planned to shave for you this evening, but on second thought
maybe you'd like to play with her a little as is?

   General agreement and applause as she stepped down from the stage.  She
stayed naked rather than putting back on the schoolgirl outfit, and began
to make the rounds.

   The next two girls appeared, a precious small blonde four year-old named
Morgana wearing a little girl's one piece swimsuit cut into a thong in
back, and a soft eight-year old named Nicole with the beginnings of small
breasts and light brownish-blonde hair with bangs, wearing a blue thong
bikini.  Obviously bottoms were in this year, judging by the number of
thongs.  The next to last girl was Luana, a five year-old a bit more nature
than Morgana, with long brown hair wearing a red-stripe blouse and shorts
that she stripped out of, looking a bit reluctant.  She smiled
occasionally, but for the most part was a bit somber.  That was OK, I liked
reluctant girls, I suspect a lot of the other guys did too.

   The final act was Anne, the girl I had been with.  When Marcia reached
me wearing her orange and white outfit, Anne had put back on her silk thong
and moved back to Paul's couch.  I spent as much time as I could feeling up
Marcia through the white silk with her hot pants pulled down, while
watching the other girls display their charms, but the girls were piling up
in front of me pretty fast now, and I pulled her pants up and gave her a
pat on her fanny, moving her on to the next set of eager hands.  I spent
some time acquainting myself with Abby's butt, and moved through Tegan and
Connie pretty quickly to keep the backlog moving around the circle.  I
complemented Dasha on her new bush and gave her little titties a good
sucking before spending some time with the lovely little Morgana and
finally the semi-plump Nicole before Anne took the stage.

   That left me with Luana, and I would be with her through Anne's act it
appeared, since the girls had now been all the way around the circle and I
knew Paul had planned for Anne to kick the evening into the next stage. 
Luana had pulled back up her pants and pulled down her blouse when she was
moved over to me, but I wasn't interested in her outfit particularly, and
pulled them right back off, leaving her naked in front of me, her hands
covering her crotch.  I liked that, it was nasty taking a girl like this,
not wanting it.

   I looked around to see what the mood was like, and as I thought, things
were getting serious.  Across the room my little Mary was kneeling in front
of a guy sucking his cock while he watched Anne begin to warm up, and Paul
had taken Rachel out of turn, the order kind of falling apart as the surge
of girls passed around the circle.  The two men last in line before Paul
had penetrated the girls rotated to them, one of them doing his girl
doggy-style and the other missionary, while watching the show.  Paul was
doing what I would with Rachel the first time, sitting on the edge of his
couch with Rachel kneeling in front of him, thrusting his cock between her
fat little boobies while she scrunched over, concentrating on forming a
pocket of breast flesh for him.  Things were rapidly heating up, and it
wouldn't be long until the first big cum of the evening.

   In the meantime I had my cock firmly planted in Luana's mouth, getting a
passably decent tongueing while I played with her flat little chest.  I was
also watching Anne stroking her pussy through white silk, moaning and
thrusting to the music in real lust, as was obvious by the little wet
circle that was evident in the fabric underneath her vagina opening.  She
was a hot act, teasing us by pushing the fabric between her lips and
tugging it back and forth over her hard little clit while she wiggled her
bum, really good stuff.

   I wanted more stimulation, so I pulled out of Luana's mouth and reached
behind me to get a couple of cloths and some lube.  Luana wiped off her
mouth and watched me apprehensively, still kneeling on the floor.  I pulled
her up onto the couch and manhandled her into place, it was easier than
giving her directions.  I pushed her onto her back, pulled up and spread
her legs, pushed one of the cloths underneath her butt, quickly squirted
lube on my cock, wiped off my hands and grabbed her by the legs,
positioning her crotch for penetration while she gripped the sheets and
closed her eyes tight.  I looked up to watch Anne for just a second as she
stripped off the thong with the wet spot, knelt down on the platform and
began to finger her bare pussy in earnest, leaning back to whip her hair
around and moan.

   I grunted in appreciation as Anne rotated away from me and looked down
to concentrate on the little pussy spread out in front of me.  It was a
relatively small muffin, the pussy of a little girl.  The outer lips were
fleshly, but not very puffed out, and there just the barest trace of inner
lips protecting the clitoris.  I looked over at her owner, who was sitting
on the edge of the bed sticking his cock between Marcia's legs from behind,
still wearing her white band, enjoying the feel of the fabric coated pussy.
I gave him a look and he nodded, understanding what I was asking, and
mouthed the word "gently".  I nodded back and went to work.

   Luana was quivering as I placed the tip at her entrance, and when I
played it over her pussy, rubbing my head over her clit, she covered her
face with one arm and tensed up.  Good, she was just making me hotter.  I
reached behind me for the lube bottle and gave her opening a good squirt,
rubbing it in with my cock, and then started my penetration, pulling her up
and into me as I knelt between her legs, gradually working the head inside
in complete ecstasy, getting a couple of whimpers out of the little girl.
When I had the head all the way in I paused to check out the action around
the circle, drinking it in.

   Things were indeed heating up, the man next to me was on his back
watching the stage while Dasha straddled him in reverse cowboy style,
bouncing up and down on his cock with her eyes closed, clearly enjoying
herself.  I could see across the circle that the small girl Kylee was
giving a man a vigorous blow job laid across the top of him, while he
played with her bottom and watched the stage with his head propped up.  I
glanced over to the left to find my neighbor had the reluctant girl Carol
on her hands and knees, and was working his cock into her butt slowly while
she whimpered, tears rolling down her cheeks, really hot.  Beyond them I
could see over to Paul's couch where Rachel was now bouncing up and down on
Paul's cock as he sat on the edge, something I knew from experience was
providing him with an outstanding view of her big bobbling bottom, which he
was slapping playfully.  Finally I looked up at Anne, who had laid down on
the platform and spread her legs, pumping two fingers in and out of her
pussy while she played her other hand over her nipples, fully involved in
her pleasure.

   I looked back down and let my cock slide into Luana a fraction of an
inch at a time, while she quivered and moaned, starting to whimper as I
reached further inside.  I could feel her tense up and heard a little
strangled cry as my cock bottomed out inside her, just as my balls brushed
her bottom.

   Suddenly, my attention was drawn to the center stage as one of the men
to my left jumped up and quickly moved over to Anne, reaching down to shut
off the platform as he pulled her over to the edge and impaled her with one
steady stroke.  She looked up in surprise as the man gripped her legs and
pumped his cock in out a few times and then pulled out, crying out to warn
us; "there she blows!".

   Fortunately, Anne was an experienced little cock handler and knew what
we wanted to see, reaching down and grabbing his unit and aiming it at the
center of her face as she craned her neck up to look down across her tummy.
A couple of the men from other side left their girls and rushed over to
see, but I had a great vantage point right where I was, as the first
dribble of cum spurted out over her mons, and then a great rush of cum shot
across Anne, hitting her high on the forehead and skipping out over the
platform behind her as the guy shouted; "Jesus!".  I moaned in lust as I
moved my cock in and out a couple times in sympathy as he thrust into
Anne's hand and came again, this time guided down lower by her to blast her
right in the chin, the cum splattering up and out across her chest.  I
pumped myself faster as Luana started crying underneath me, while the guy
shot the rest of his wad across Anne's chest and belly, finally ending up
by impaling her again with his cum-soaked unit while Anne laid back and
quite obviously orgasmed.

   I turned my attention to Luana to make sure I wasn't hurting her, but
there was no problem, her pussy was slick and warm and my cock was stroking
her easily, nice and tight, but without any obstructions or hang-ups.  Her
crying wasn't because of pain, she just didn't like it, which was swell by
me.  I love it when they don't.  I pulled her arm from her face and pinned
both of them on the bed while I buried my cock deep inside her, leaning
down to lick the tears from her face.  Ecstasy, pure sexual pleasure of the
highest order, impaling a crying girl while tasting her tears.  It was all
I could do to hold back.

   Unexpectedly, the next to fall was Paul, announcing himself with a grunt
as he pushed Rachel off and down on the floor in front of the couch,
grabbing the back of her head by her hair and aiming his cock at her face.
Good old Rachel rose to the occasion, opening her mouth in case Paul wanted
a target and reaching up with both hands, one taking over the stroke while
the other reached behind to grab his ass.

   "Yeah!  That's it!" Paul exclaimed, and dropped his hands to let her
work.  Once again I had a clear look at the action as he absolutely blasted
her cheek with the first spurt, forcing her left eye shut from the
splatter. But she stayed with it, and the next big spurt got her right in
the mouth, to the general cheer of the men watching.  She moved her face up
closer and stuck out her tongue to let his cock ride over the top,
guaranteeing the next shots were inside.  Knowing we'd like a little more
facial action, she pulled back and rubbed his cock all over her face as his
last minor spurts and dribbles played out.  As a final act she sucked the
cum-soaked cock in her mouth and worked over him like a banshee until Paul
actually had to pull away from the sensation, falling back on the couch
flat on his back with his arms out, gasping.  Rachel rubbed cum from her
face onto her tits while turning to the crowd with her mouth open wide as
evidence she had swallowed the load.  The men went nuts, stopping to give
her applause.  I was very proud of my girl, who smiled and giggled in
appreciation from the attention, the little slut.

   Rachel got up to clean herself off, and I knew we would be switching
places as soon as Paul recovered, so I paid closer attention to my own
business, concentrating on the pure pleasure of slowly and intensely
fucking the small girl underneath me.  She was handling it better now, her
eyes were open, darting around as if looking for someplace to escape to,
but no longer filled with tears.  I think the sensation was getting to her
a little, if only involuntarily, as her vagina had warmed up and felt
slicker than before.

   I decided to shift positions before she left, and lifted her up by her
bottom, keeping her impaled as I sat up with her in my lap while I kneeled
on the bed.  When I had her stabilized in that position, I lay down and let
my legs unfold underneath me, leaving Luana riding my prone body facing me,
keeping her in place by gripping her arms.  When I was comfortable I let
her go.

   "Go on," I told her, "Ride up and down, you know what to do.  Make it
good."

   I reached around to grab her bottom checks, guiding her up and then back
down.  She wouldn't pick up the rhythm, so I slapped her good on her
backside, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to get her attention.

   "Get going or I'll fetch Carol's switch.  Or should I have your master
come over?"

   That moved her, she settled in and supported herself by her arms on the
bed and began to move her bottom up and down as I helped with a strong grip
on each of her butt cheeks.  She wasn't very good, and obviously didn't
like doing it, but that only added to the fun for me.  She was so very
young and tight that just being inside was sufficiently exciting, she
didn't need talent.  When she had a decent rhythm going I let go of her
bottom and played around with her, brushing my hands through her silky
hair, tweaking her hard little nipples, stroking her soft thighs.  She was
a wonderful little bundle of girl, I'd love spend a few weeks training her.

   "OK girls, time to switch," Paul said, clapping his hands.

   "Wait a second, I've got to cum," one of the men said across the circle.
I pushed Luana off me and sat up to see what was going on.  The girl
involved was Tegan, the little cheerful girl with the curls.  She had
apparently been riding her man, as he got up from the bed while she was
scrambling to her knees.  He pushed her down on the bed as she giggled,
lifting up her legs and hugging them to him, pushing his penis between her
thighs and thrusting between them, the head peaking out aimed out over
Tegan's front.  He fucked her legs a few times and just began to spray all
over her, not big spurts, just a lot of little ones, like a sprinkler,
there were little drops everywhere.  The whole time he was dotting her with
cum, the little girl was smiling and giggling, trying to catch drops on her
tongue.  When he was finally done and let go of her legs, she immediately
sat up and sucked his cock into her mouth, droplets of cum streaking down
her chest and tummy.  The performance garnered a general applause as the
group broke up and headed to various places to clean up and refresh.

   Paul had built several bathrooms connected to the main room, with
multiple stalls and shower areas.  He knew that some guys like to watch the
girls poop (not me), and there was one room with clear panels and glass
toilets designed for that type of voyeur activity.  Everyone liked to see
the girls pee, and we all forced them to drink plenty of fluid during the
evening so that they would need to go during the group sex session.  At one
end of the main room Paul had installed two bidets for that purpose,
mounted backwards to the wall, so that the girls had to pee facing the
center of the room.  One of the bidets was designed to be straddled
standing and the other was built flush with a table surface where the girl
had to kneel or squat.

   I wandered over to that area to wash my unit in one of the bidets, and
was joined by Nicole, the plump eight year-old with little breast buds. 
She hesitated as I settled in to wash, apparently in the one she wanted to
use.

   "Jump up here," I said, slapping the surface of the table surrounding
the other bidet.  "Squat down, I want to see you pee that way."

   "Yes sir," Nicole said, not wasting any time doing as I said.  I was
impressed with her manners, a well-trained girl, obviously.  I dried myself
with a towel and walked around the other side of the bidet to watch,
leaving mine open.  Nicole scrambled up and knelt across the bidet, but I
reached out and corrected her, pulling her up on her feet, and steadying
her as she squatted down.  I let her get positioned while I brushed back
her hair and tweaked her nipples.  I could see she was trying to think
about something else, looking up at the ceiling, trying to start her pee. I
wasn't about to let her alone though, and moved back so I could reach
around and feel her mound, surrounding her vulva with two fingers, aiming
it down at the bowl.  She was going to have to pee with me holding her sex,
and this interested a couple of the other guys who stopped to watch.

   "Come on girl, we don't have all day," I said.

   The other men chuckled at that, and I smiled at them and winked.  We all
knew this was going to be difficult for her.  Nicole closed her eyes and
grimaced, trying to ignore her surroundings, and it finally worked, first a
little dribble and then a steady stream that I helpfully aimed for her into
the bidet.  It took her a good half minute to clear herself, and after she
was done I helped rinse her off with a spray hose, while the spectators
applauded and congratulated her on the performance.  She looked relieved,
and actually smiled as I dried her off with a towel.  I gave her a little
peck on the cheek.

   "Good girl, very nice, hope to see you later."

   "Yes sir," she replied, as I helped her down, giving her a final pat on
the bottom before I sauntered over to the side bar to grab something to eat
and a glass of champagne.  I chatted with a couple of the guys, talking
about the girls, who they had, which performance they liked, that sort of
thing, and then Paul spoke up again.

   "Okay, I've assigned the girls, we'll put a half-hour limit on this
session, so take your time."

   Paul had given the girls numbers before we began, and as the group was
milling around he had visiting the back of each owner's couch and hung a
tag or two on a stand behind, letting the girls know where they should go
next.  We left this to Paul's system because it prevented favoritism, and
made sure each of us got to spend time with all the girls.  As two of us
had brought two girls each and Paul had three himself when Whitney
recovered, that meant four of the nine owners would have two girls each,
and this time around that included me.

   I didn't know the girl's numbers, so I wasn't sure which girls I was
going to get until they wandered over to my couch and stood in front of me
for inspection.  Paul had obviously noted who each of us were with, as we
all had different girls now.  My girl, Mary, was the sole occupant of the
couch to my right, and I noted she was doing the right thing, facing her
assigned man with her legs slightly spread.  I turned my attention to my
new playthings, a pair of blondes, the little girl Morgana and the somewhat
gangly older girl, Connie.  They were a study in contrasts, but oddly
enough both their pussies were very similar, almost white, cleanly shaped
and curved down from substantial mons, which I reached out and caressed as
I introduced myself to the girls.

   "Hi there, you're Morgana, right?"

   "Yesss, ssir," she stammered a little, as I cupped her pussy lips in my
hand.  I had to smile.

   "And you're Connie?"

   "Yes sir," she replied, lifting herself up a little on her toes as I
curled a finger underneath her to finger her ass.

   "Well, why don't I have you girls trade off sucking me a little to
start, up on the bed."

   I laid back and patted the couch on either side of me, pulling the girls
around so that their legs were next to my head.  They arranged themselves
into position so they could each suck me, and as soon as they were settled
in they began licking my cock together, one on each side.  Obviously each
girl was well trained, so I left them to their work while I played with
their legs and asses, thinking about what I should do to them as a main
event.  Morgana had a real typical bottom for a girl of her young age, very
soft and plump, like rising bread dough.  Connie had the ass of an older
girl, very stylish in low cut jeans I guessed.  She had the body of an
emaciated waif, very much in fashion at the moment.  It was still a lovely
expanse of skin to feel, especially with her pouty pussy lips sticking out
behind her thighs.  I stuck a finger in both girl's vagina's at the same
time, getting a nice little reaction from them, and left them there while I
lay back to watch them take turns sucking me.

   In this position I had a full view of the rest of the room, so I didn't
even have to move to observe the next cum shot, a guy four couches around
the circle from me was being sucked off by the popular Marcia, sitting on
the edge of his couch watching the action while she knelt on the floor.  I
don't think he planned on cumming in that position, but it was too late
now. All he could manage was to stand up and aim at Marcia while she lay
back to take it, pumping himself furiously as he blasted her in the face
and nipples with several big shots.

   Apparently the sight of that action set off another guy, who announced,
"whoops, Dasha's about to get it." I only had to look to my left to see
Dasha leap off him and kneel on the floor while he got up from his prone
position and knelt on the edge of his couch, spraying her down the same
way. When he was done little streamers of cum were dripping from her
extended nipples as she grinned and wiped her face off, turning around to
show us her titties as she smeared the cum around on them, like she knew we
wanted to see.

   That left four of us in an informal contest to see who would last the
longest.  I looked around to see what they were doing, in no immediate
danger myself.  The blow jobs by the girls were great, but it was mostly
tease, and not enough in and out action to push me over the edge, as they
swapped my cock back and forth, taking turns sucking.  The guy to my right
was going the wrong way, I could see.  He had Mary on her hands and knees
and was buggering her, but he was discovering what I already knew, that she
was just too tight to take that way for long.  As I watched he pulled out
and gasped, and patted her on the ass while he walked over to wash.  You
didn't want to transfer your cock from a girl's butt to her pussy without
cleaning it first.

   To my left the guy was being ridden by my favorite girl, Nicole, who had
peed for me.  Her bangs were bouncing on her forehead as she worked up and
down, getting a good rhythm going.  I could see the guy was scrunching his
face, trying not to go too far, but it didn't look to me like he was going
to last, and sure enough, just as I was planning to move my own girls
around, he pushed Nicole off with a gasp and laid her down on the couch,
crouching over her, and aimed his unit right at her mid-section as he came,
getting spurts aimed at both her little breasts and a good one right into
her pussy lips.  He lay back as Nicole did the right thing, reaching down
to rub the cum into her pussy and around on her stomach and breasts - hot.

   Well, I figured, come what may.  The truth was I wanted to squirt in the
worst way, and I wasn't going to let any competition slow me down.  I told
Connie to kneel on the bed and pushed her head down, leaving her ass aimed
up in the air at me.

   "Morgana, you come around by me and rub my ass with one hand and reach
underneath Connie with the other, like this."

   I pulled the little girl up next to me and showed her where to place her
hands.  Connie was very thin, and it was no problem for Morgana to reach
under her and finger her puss.

   "Morgana, when I pull out, I want you to grab my cock and aim it down at
Connie's back.  I want to get cum in her hair, down her back and between
her ass cheeks, let me show you."

   I put my cock between Connie's legs and pumped a couple of times, then
leaned back and pushed Connie flat on the bed, placing Morgana's hand on my
cock as it was forced from Connie's pussy, and showing her how to pump and
aim.  When I was happy with her performance, I pulled Connie back to her
knees and reached behind me for lubricant.  I put the pump nozzle right
inside her winkie and gave her ass a few good spurts.  She twitched her ass
in response, the ring tightening and closing in nervous anticipation of
being penetrated.

   I didn't waste any time, and leaned forward to bugger her, moving my
cock slowly, but forcefully, impaling her all the way in one, long thrust
that caused Connie to moan and ball up the sheets in her hands.  I reached
around Morgana and urged her to put her hand underneath Connie, and was
rewarded by Connie's anus scrunching up on my cock as Morgana found her
clit and began to rub it.  I palmed Connie's left ass cheek in one hand,
and Morgana's entire soft bottom in my other and began a slow, intense
stroke in and out of the slim girl's butt.

   I looked around as I worked, and notice a couple of the guys who
recently came watching the action while their girls stroked or sucked them,
but the rest of the guys were involved with their girls.  The man to the
right of me had now entered Mary in the pussy, still kneeling for him, and
was smiling broadly as he enjoyed the warm wet suction.  I thought it would
be fun to cum close together, and set my stroke pretty close to his, trying
to gauge when he was getting ready.  Personally, all I would need to do was
to hold my breath and concentrate for about ten seconds, and I'd be
blasting.

   Meanwhile Connie was really getting nailed by the dual action, and was
kind of thrashing around a little, her hair whipping back and forth.  She
had the couch bedding in a death grip, and I could see perspiration
breaking out across her back.  He ass was wonderful to fuck, very tight and
hot, and her slim body was really turning me on.  I left the girl's asses
alone and reached out to grab Connie by the waist, forcing her to back into
me and meet my thrusts.  I could feel myself beginning to move into the end
game, and was pleased to see the guy on the right was doing the same,
grimacing and thrusting into Mary as she quivered.

   He came first, as it turned out, and I just managed to hold myself in
check for a moment or two to let him carry the show.  He pulled out and
flipped Mary over, pulling her up to a sitting position in front of him and
placed his cock in her hands, thrusting into her grip as she understood
what he wanted and began to stroke.  He realized that her body was hiding
the action from the group, so he managed to shift around a little to
present the scene at an angle so more people could see, leaving me looking
directly into Mary's face as she got the first spurt right in the nose. 
She opened her mouth and tried to aim it inside, but he was too wild,
thrusting at her and spraying cum all over her face and eyes, getting one
blast draped over her head, I was pleased to see that Mary kept her wits
and continued to pump him dry, not neglecting to suck him when he finally
quit, or to spread the cum around on her chest, where it was dribbling off
her face.  It was great facial, and got a few claps of applause, though
most of the guys's hands were too involved with their girls to really
express their appreciation.

   Myself included.  I was practically surrounding Connie's waist with my
hands as I pumped.  Mary's facial pushed me over the edge, and I quickly
pulled out of Connie's ass and pushed her down, urging the other girl on.

   "Pump, Morgana, right in her hair," I said loudly, to let the others
know.

   She responded just right, stroking me in time to my spurts as if born to
it, and I laid down a strip that went from Connie's head to the top of her
ass cleavage.

   "Down the back now, finish on her bottom," I whispered to Morgana. 
"That's right."

   The little girl was indeed moving the aim down Connie's back.  There was
something very exciting about the sound and sight of the cum splattering on
the thin girl's bony back, and by the time Morgana had pointed my unit
directly down at her bum I didn't have much left, just a few spurts and
drips, having exhausted myself in the excitement.

   I got a few claps, but I don't think my cum was as exciting to the
others.  Well, you had to be there I guess.  I finished my performance by
lifting Morgana up to straddle Connie, forcing her to use her pussy to mop
the cum around on her skin.  I could see a few guys were watching that
nastiness, it was pretty decadent to see the little girl use her tiny pussy
that way.

   The winner for the evening was with little Kylee and Abby.  After butt
fucking Abby, who must have been used to that with her fantastic bottom, he
had cleaned himself and was using Abby to help him push the tip of his cock
in and out of Kylee's bottom as she lay flat on the bed with her legs
spread and eyes looking up, seeming to take it without any problem.  The
man endured this for a couple of minutes and finally pulled out, letting
Abby finish him, aiming his cum directly at Kylee's fat little baby pussy.
I think we were all interested in this, I was already standing up to wipe
myself down while Morgana was cleaning up Connie, who lay spent on the bed
where I left her.  The rest of the guys sat up or moved around to get a
better look.

   He had a tremendous load, and Abby was shooting it directly into her
lips, trying to aim the first couple of blasts right into her vagina
opening.  As he spent himself she moved the aim up to get more of Kylee's
body involved, even laying a thin stripe across her face, which caused the
little girl to squeeze her eyes shut and giggle loudly.  When he was done
Kylee was a mess of sperm, her mons and vulva completely coated.  Taking a
cue from my performance perhaps, he pushed Abby back on the bed, face down,
and lifted Kylee up to wipe her belly all over Abby's cheeks, smearing the
cum around on her butt.  He finished by laying Kylee over the top of Abby's
ass and re-inserting his cock tip into Kylee's butt for a few final little
thrusts.  Really nasty stuff, I had to admire the decadence of the scene.

   After that we took a break, and when we came back I had little Tegan
next to my couch, smiling and almost bouncing on her feet.  I sat down in
front of her and admired her pretty little form.  I spread my legs and
moved her over between them, standing in front of me.

   "Hi there, just dance a little for me, tease my cock a little while I
recover, OK?"

   "Sir?"

   "Yes, what is it?"

   "I thought you might like to see me pee, so I held back."

   I had to laugh.  Paul must have whispered to her, he know my perversions
well.

   "Hmm, that would be nice," I said.  I guided her over to the bidet area
and had her stand over the floor mounted version, pushing her down so she
was squatting over it.  I reached behind her and put a finger up her pussy,
using my other hand to cradle her chest, steadying her.  I pushed the
finger up into her so I was squeezing her urethra, preventing her from
going.  She had already been ready, so this was quite discomforting to her,
as I knew it would be, having played this game with my own Mary several
times.

   "Ooohhh, Sir!"

   She wriggled in my arms in spite of her training, but I had a firm grip
on her.  I kept up the pressure for another half minute while she squirmed
and moaned, until I finally relented, releasing her for a moment.

   "Ahhhhhhhh, ohhhhhh," she sighed as her water came in a strong spurt I
aimed into the bidet.  I let her go for about ten seconds, leading her
believe she was going to be able to finish, and then pushed up my finger
again, shutting her down.

   "Owwwwwww, ohhhhh, pleeeesse!" she cried.  I held her up long enough for
her to really start hurting and shivering, and then let her go for good,
pumping the tormenting finger in and out of her pussy like mad as she
gratefully let loose and came all at the same time, moaning her pleasure
until she was spent.  When she was done I had to hold her up while I
sprayed her down, she was so weak in the knees.

   "No pain, no pleasure," I said, popping her on the butt and pointing her
back to the couch.  I don't think she agreed with that philosophy, but she
was too spent to reply for the moment, flopping down on the couch when we
got there.

   She should have been attending to me, but I forgave her lapse for the
moment, rolling her over on her back, and diving between her legs to tongue
her freshly-washed puss.  She wasn't really in the mood, all of the girls
were getting a little frazzled at this point, but that wasn't my concern,
and I dug in furiously, gripping her by her thighs and forcing her to cum
until she was thrashing on the bed trying to get away.  I finally let her
go and laughed, wiping my face with a towel while the little sweetheart
curled up in a fetal position.  I won some of her good humor back by
offering her a couple of lobster puffs and something to drink, sitting up
with her afterwards propped up on some pillows, watching the rest of the
action while she idly stroked my cock and I played with her curls.

   Most of the rest of the guys were now working up towards their second
cums of the evening, and as they were a little less sensitive, the action
was getting harder.  A lot of the guys seemed to be focusing on their
asses, since it would be a couple nights until they were offered again.  It
seemed that most of them preferred to be the aggressor in that role, rather
than letting the girls do the work, though I noticed my Rachel was being
forced to stand and bugger herself on a man sitting on the edge of his
couch, her plump skin glistening from her sweat as she worked and bounced
with her face pinched into a grimace while he spanked her ass.

   That turned me on, and I thought it would be nice to spend the remaining
time giving Tegan a pink behind.  Spanking was perfectly acceptable, and
before the evening was out likely all the girls would be glowing a bit. 
The rule was simply to avoid leaving any marks, hard enough for fun, but no
bruises.

   "Why don't you lie across my lap, Tegan?  Butt up?  I'm right handed."

   "Yes sir," she said, with obvious reluctance, not that I cared.  Even
though she wasn't thrilled about the spanking coming up, she was well
enough trained to take my cock in hand and lay it down carefully so it was
cushioned in her tummy flesh as she offered her bottom to my right hand,
shifting herself to push the plump cheeks up in invitation.

   I gratefully accepted, spending some time kneading the half moons deeply
before taking a few swats, while my left hand rubbed her back.  I went real
easy, just love taps, hard enough to raise some color and provide music to
my ears, but not enough to cause Tegan any real pain.  I gave her four or
five swats on each cheek, and then massaged them lovingly, plunging deep
into her crack to get full handfuls of little girl butt flesh, then teasing
her sore puss a little before giving her the treatment again.  My cock was
raging now underneath the girl, and by the time Paul got up to call a
break, I was ready for action.

   My next girl was Nicole, I was glad to see.  She was an ideal girl to my
tastes, plenty of flesh, a nice puffy pussy that was fun to rub and diddle,
and enough flesh on her chest to provide an enjoyable handful.  She was
standing by the bed when I returned from cleaning up, legs spread a little,
smiling for me.  I sat down in front of her and pulled her in a little
closer to have a look.  I parted her pussy lips and exposed her clit,
getting a little hiss from her.

   "Hmmm, a little sore?"

   "Yes sir."

   I didn't ask, but it looked like the last fellow had made her ride his
cock between her legs, rubbing into her pussy rather than penetrating her.
She was a nice girl, so I didn't force the matter, and let it alone. 
Besides, it was butt night anyway.

   "Think I'll lie down and let you do the work, facing me, in the ass.  Be
sure to lube up good."

   "Yes sir, want me to suck it?"

   "A little, sure.  Lie with your legs up by me so I have something to
play with."

   "Yes sir."

   I lay back and let her crawl over the top of me, after patting the couch
on my right side to indicate where I wanted her.

   "You know why it feels better in this position?"

   Nicole took my cock in her left hand and considered it, as she settled
into position.

   "Um, because my tongue rubs the front of the tip?"

   I laughed, and patted her on her lush behind.  "Excellent, that's
exactly right."

   She went to work to demonstrate her point, running my cock head into her
warm mouth and curling up her tongue to cradle the sensitive flesh on the
front slope of the glans.  I lay back to appreciate the action and idly let
my right hand run over the back of her thighs and ass cheeks.  Her flesh
was silky smooth to the touch, with plenty of girlish baby fat cushioning
her backside.  This was heaven, a soft warm girl to feel, the sight and the
sensations of the little girl sucking cock - I didn't even care about what
was going on around me, I just drank in the sensations of the moment.

   A few minutes of this was all I could stand without coming, so I popped
Nicole on the bottom to signal her to shift.  I handed her a bottle of
lubricant and a couple of cloths and let her coat my cock good.  She lay
back on the couch with her legs spread wide and pushed a little of the lube
around on her anus, then wiped her hands off and squatted over me, guiding
me inside her ass.  She had a little trouble at first, but gathered
herself, took a couple of deep breaths and closed her eyes, letting me sink
inside.  She tensed up a bit just before she bottomed out, but relaxed
again until her ass cheeks were resting on my thighs, her legs spread wide
and the triangle of her plump pussy lips pointing down to where my shaft
was embedded.  Keeping her ass impaled, she let her feet slip back until
she was supported on her knees, and leaned forward to support herself by
her arms, her hair draping her face above me.  I reached up and pushed her
hair back to expose her face as she began to slowly move up and down, her
winkie pushing a ring of lubricant up and down my cock.

   In spite of her baby fat, she was obviously well practiced and her
muscles in good shape for movement in the position.  Clearly it wasn't her
favorite thing, being fucked in the ass like this, but she maintained a
steady rhythm, moving her ass up and down and back into my crotch at just
the right angle to fully engulf it and prevent it from falling out.  I
reached up and cupped her baby breasts, helping to support her weight a
little and guiding her strokes to suit me.  She fell right into the rhythm
I imposed with my hands, opening her eyes to look down at me to make sure
she was doing it right.  I smiled up at her and winked, and she gave me a
little smile back.  It was just perfect, and I came without even warning
her, just letting my cock swell and spurt as she continued to pump away,
until at the end it was too sensitive and I had to pull at her breasts to
stop her motion.

   "Easy girl, that's it, just relax, leave it in place for awhile."

   I reached up and pulled her down to lie on top of me, letting her shift
her legs back, my cock running up between her legs about half way inside
her ass, while I rubbed her back and ass cheeks, letting her catch her
breath while her soft hair covered my chest.  I was surprised some minutes
later by Paul's announcement, as I had dozed off holding the girl, my cock
still inside her, now well past half mast.  Nicole picked up a cloth as she
got up, reaching under to wipe us off as my cock came free, keeping the
sheets from getting soaked.

   "Mmm, that was nice," I told her.  "I hope I can see you again."

   "Thank you sir," she said properly, giving me a smile.

   I folded my hands behind my head and watched her finish up, taking it
the lovely shape of her full body.  I was considering the possibility of
spending some time with the girl, I was very attracted to her.  There
wasn't the over-abundance of fun flesh as my Rachel offered, but her
personality was a little more mature.  Rachel was really just a child in
certain ways, despite her miserable upbringing and the present demands
being made on her.  This girl might be more fun to interact with, to play
games of trust and betrayal, alternating love with abuse.  Rachel took
abuse in stride, she didn't like it, but she didn't expect not to be
abused. When she cried it was because she was pitying herself.  Nicole's
tears might be finer wine.

   It was evident that the girls were getting close to exhaustion, the
littlest girls Kylee and Morgana had fallen asleep, and were being left
alone, tucked in together at the end of Paul's couch.  Paul circulated
among the guys eating and drinking at the side bar and we came to a
consensus that the next round would be the last.  That was alright by me, I
didn't want to cum again tonight anyway, figured I'd rather save it for the
next night.

   Which didn't exactly fit it with my last round, as both Dasha and Marcia
ended up standing by my couch.  Marcia I was hot to fuck after her
interrupted performance with the white and orange outfit, and Dasha was a
little sex animal.  I wanted her kneeling on the bed with my cock in her
ass, bouncing into it while I slapped her ass.  Not tonight.

   I sat down in front of them and sighed.

   "Girls, girls.  I'm not in the best shape for you."

   Of course, they were a little used up themselves, I could see.  I turned
them around to inspect them, and parted their ass cheeks, noting both girls
had glowing anuses.  Dasha's pussy lips were nearly red underneath her
little bush, and her breasts looked like they had been chewed on.

   "Well, I think I'll lie back and let you girls suck me a little, keep it
gentle, I don't want to cum, just tease me."

   "Okay," said Dasha.  She was old enough to get away with being informal.
Marcia didn't say anything, following Dasha's lead.

   I lay back and indicated where I wanted the girls, arranging them as I
had before, their feet up by my head.  We spent a lovely twenty or so
minutes like that, the girls asses in my hands, cupping their cheeks, while
they swapped my cock back and forth.  Most of the rest of the guys were in
a similar mood, except for a man around the circle from me to the right,
who had my Mary on her hands and knees and was working hard to cum in her
ass while she cried out loud.  Everyone was turned on by it I could tell,
and there were a few claps after he came inside, collapsing back on the bed
to catch his breath while Mary tried to gather herself enough to perform
her cleaning duties.  Fortunately for her rectum, he wasn't very well
endowed.

   After that Paul clapped his hands and called the evening to a close.  I
spoke a few words of goodbye to Marcia and gave Dasha a goodnight kiss
while waiting for my girls to clean up.  I wiped myself with a towel, but
didn't really need anything else, content to lie back and watch the girls
mill around, appraising their charms one more time.  Rachel came back
first, standing at attention on wobbly feet.  I patted the edge of the
couch and let her sit down heavily, rubbing her back.  She had obviously
been through the mill, there were red marks all over her white skin where
she had been grabbed and pinched in the throes of love making.  Mary
practically staggered over to the couch, and I got up to cradle her as I
sat her on the couch next to April.  She had obviously been crying, and I
patted her on top of her head before blindfolding and chaining up the girls
to be moved back to our rooms.

   As soon as Paul was satisfied all the girls were secured, he opened up
the door to the hall, and we lined up to take our girls out, stopping to
greet each other and thank Paul for the evening.  Paul's girls were left to
clean up the leftovers, but before we left I made sure to put together a
plate full of goodies, which I carried back down the hall while trailing my
girls behind me by a fine chain.  After getting the girls inside and taking
off their restraints, I had Rachel help me putting Mary to bed, making her
drink a half glass of milk and rubbing some vitamin E cream into her tender
areas.  She was asleep before she hit the pillow, leaving me and Rachel
sitting in a dining nook, where I sipped some orange juice and watched
Rachel savor the food.

   "Poor Mary, she looked like she was about done tonight."

   Rachel looked over at the bed where Mary was curled up, but didn't say
anything, chewing a bite of canape.

   "How about you?"

   She swallowed and shrugged.  "I'm a little sore, you know, behind."

   "Yeah, but I don't think you had your ass used as much as the other
girls."

   "Is it going to be like that tomorrow?"

   "Well, yes and no, your butt is safe for the next two nights, and then
back in play for the final night."

   "Oh," she said, a little uncertain.

   I laughed.  "Don't worry, the guys are just as worn out, there's only
nine of us and fourteen of you.  The next couple nights will be slower."

   She shrugged and picked the plate over, apparently full, but looking for
one last nibble.

   "I think Paul liked you a lot, you can know his name, even if you don't
know mine.  It's not real of course."

   "Who was Paul?" she said, getting ready to bite into a little salami and
cheese toasted sandwich.

   "He's the first man you had, gave you a good hosing down."

   "Oh."

   "I think he might like you to stay."

   That got her attention, she stopped in mid-bite and looked at me.

   "It's customary to trade girls between these meetings, for about six
months at a time.  I'm not going to trade Mary, she's too young and
inexperienced, and I'm not inclined to trade you either."

   "Oh," she said, putting down her nosh and looking down.

   "Not for the same reason, it would do you good to meet another guy, gain
some experience.  It's just that I wouldn't trade you for any of the other
girls willingly, you're my favorite."

   Actually, I might trade her for Nicole for awhile, if I could work it
out in a three-way with Paul.  But she didn't need to know that.

   "Still, Paul deserves respect for setting this up and getting me
involved, so I'll probably give in if he asks."

   Rachel apparently didn't like to hear that, as she looked down and
sniffled.  I pulled her chin up and she squeezed her eyes shut, a couple of
tears dripping down her cheeks.  I wiped her face with a napkin.

   "Hey, what's this?  You'd miss me that much?"

   "I don't want to go," Rachel sobbed, and began crying good, putting her
hands over her eyes.

   I moved my chair over next to her and put her head on my chest, stroking
her hair and letting her cry herself out.  When it looked like the worse
was over I wiped her face again and spoke to her.

   "Paul will treat you right, better than I would in fact.  He has two
other girls, so you wouldn't get as much use, and he probably couldn't be
any meaner than I am to you."

   "I thought you wanted me," Rachel sobbed, starting to cry again.  I was
actually pretty touched, I didn't know how she'd react.

   "Hey, I do want you; but girl, I did kidnap and rape you, whipped your
butt and forced you to do all kinds of nasty things, including fuck eight
other guys tonight.  I think your loyalty is a little misplaced.  I do love
you, in my way, but I'm not exactly your father."

   "I know, but I . . .  " She shrugged.  "I don't know."

   "Yeah, well, it's scary to leave home, even if it's a prison I guess. 
Don't worry, it might not happen, but if it does you'll adjust okay.  It
would be good for you, you'd grow up a little, dealing with a new
experience.  You did fine tonight, you were a star, everyone liked you."

   She didn't seem to have anything more to say, so I sat with her for a
bit, then helped her to bed after she cleaned her teeth and visited the
bathroom.  She was still awake when I finally climbed in with the girls,
and I turned her over to sleep in my arms, spending some time kissing with
her, stroking her back and cooing in her ears until she even giggled a
little.  She was snuffling softly in my chest when I finally fell asleep.

   Night Two

   Paul had arranged for a buffet line the next morning, and all the men
met upstairs and arranged plates of food for themselves and the girls.  I
mused that the caterers must have thought we had the appetites of lions,
given the amount of food we piled onto the trays, but Paul kept them away
from the serving line once we entered, so they had no idea how many of us
they were feeding.  We were eating quite late, to let the girls rest, so
the food was a combination of breakfast and brunch, lots of eggs benedict
and that sort of thing.  I made sure to get a stack of blueberry pancakes
with a pitcher of syrup for Rachel, I knew she would crave the carbs.

   The girls were all cleaned up and out of the bathroom when I arrived
back at the room, and I let them tuck in while I read my mail.  Paul had
made available to us a series of boxes that were arranged on an upstairs
table.  There was a card on each box where we could fill in the name of our
girls.  Once a deal was accepted, the card was removed from the box,
indicating that the girl was no longer available.  I had labeled a box for
Rachel, and this morning there were three proposals inside the box.  I
nibbled at a croque monsieur and drank some orange juice while I considered
them.

   One was from Paul, and the other two were offering Connie and Marcia.  I
wasn't particularly interested in Connie, she was too thin and straight for
my taste.  Marcia was interesting, but I had been mainly inflamed by her
act last night, not so much by the girl herself.  She had a nice bottom and
an excellent pussy, very pronounced, standing at the end of flesh folds
surrounding her pot belly, pointing at the vagina like a little girl.  But
overall she was fairly ordinary, and I didn't find her face to be as lovely
as some of the other girls.

   Paul's offer was more interesting, I could have my pick.  That presented
a dilemma for me.  Anne was a very nice girl, quite young, but my type in
the attitude department.  Paul had trained her so well that she was more
like a whore than an innocent.  I was very fond of Dasha, but she was
simply too old.  If anything, I favored the other end of the scale.  The
left Whitney, and while she wasn't my favorite of the girls I had seen, she
was certainly attractive to me.  Her freckles particularly gave her an
innocent feel which I craved.  I would hardly suffer through the six months
with her.

   My preferred trade would be for one of the youngest girls, Kylee,
Morgana or Luana, but they were off the table, and I can hardly blame their
owners.  Six months was a good fraction of their lives at this special
point, and I would have wanted to hoard every second to be with a four year
old girl sexually.  Morgana's hand on my cock had really grabbed me, and
I'm sure those girls, Kylee in particular, were giving all the men
something to think about, the prospect of acquiring a baby girl and having
her raised by their captive older girl, knowing nothing other than the arts
of pleasing a man for early education; fascinating.  It certainly had me
considering the possibilities.

   Of the available girls, I would rather have Nicole or Tegan.  Nicole I
was simply in love with from the moment I saw her, no other way to put it.
Tegan was wonderfully unspoiled and cheerful, and I really looked forward
to seeing how she reacted to the cruel side of my nature.  I also thought
that having her and Mary together would be good for Mary, take her out from
under the yoke of an older girl, particularly one as dominate as Rachel,
and give her more of an equal to be with, a sister figure for some
emotional support.  Paul's offer was attractive for that reason as well,
putting Rachel in a situation where she would be the low girl on the totem
pole, taking her down a peg, depending of course on which girls Paul would
have left!

   I decided to turn down the other two offers and accept Paul's,
specifying Whitney as the trade, but also asking him to try and arrange a
three-way that would involve Nicole or Tegan.  I was still thinking about
it when I realized the girls were pretty much done with breakfast and were
looking at me, wondering what I was reading and thinking about.  None of
their business for now, I folded up the papers and put them in the pocket
of my robe.

   "So, I suppose you wonder what's happening today?"

   Rachel shook her head and down, her mouth full of the last bite or two
from her pancakes.  Mary just sort of shrugged, like it didn't matter
whether she was going to be set free or tortured, she was going to have to
take it anyway.  I smiled at her and reached over to brush her hair,
causing her to blush and turn down her eyes.

   "Well, nothing much until tonight.  I have a swim scheduled for us later
this afternoon, I thought you would like that.  Right now I thought I would
let you rest and digest while I rub you down, get some skin cream on you.
After that we can watch some TV and play around a little, and then I think
you should take a nap before and after the swim.  Tonight won't be as
active as last night, and your asses are safe, but you'll still be pretty
tired out after being passed around.  I thought both you girls did very
well last night."

   I left the girls to relax in front of the TV, noting that Paul had been
careful to select the coastal feeds from DirecTV, not giving any clue to
where we were actually at.  I piled the used dishes back on the tray and
carried them upstairs, dumping them on a table for the caterers to remove,
and then joined a few of the men in the private room with the letter boxes.


   I recognized one of them as Carol's owner, but I didn't speak openly of
his offer.  Paul had said to limit the negotiations to written
communications to keep the matters private and cordial, and that sounded
good to me.  So I wrote polite rejection notes to the two other offers and
made my pitch to Paul, slipping the note in Whitney's box.  I noticed that
all the cards were intact, indicating no trades yet.  I ripped off Rachel's
card, as one way or the other, she was going to Paul.  That would probably
free the logjam, if there was one, because his offer for Rachel had tied up
all three of his girls.

   Of course, now that I considered it, I wondered who Paul's girls really
were?  Yes, I had met the same three when I was here, and it seemed that
trades were relatively new, given that four new girls were here.  But it
was of course possible that one or more of the girls with Paul had been in
transit, or possibly semi-permanent swaps.  Just because the girls had been
with Paul last night to start with didn't necessarily mean they had been
there for the last six months, they could have arrived back just this week.
Interesting.  I wondered what would happen from this point forward, would I
take new girls back each time, or just one, alternating Rachel and Mary as
trade bait?  Would I trade each time or be loyal to the girls?  Did the
concept of loyalty matter in the context of kidnap victims used as sex
toys? Or should I just let my dick rule and forage as I felt like?  There
were many possibilities, and I figured I would just have to play it by ear.

   I thought about these matters later as I lovingly rubbed the girls down
while they laid on towels.  I was fond of both of them, and I was going to
miss Rachel, but was that merely a male possession thing?  Difficult to
say. After we were done I let Rachel nap on the couch and took Mary into my
lap as I lay back on a reclining chair.  She was stretched out between my
legs with her head on my chest, dozing now while I rubbed her back under
her robe, and played with her hair.

   She had been in a much better mood after I had held her for a while,
kissing her a little and talking quietly with her.  We didn't normally talk
that much, but I was concerned about her frame of mind.  I told her about
the prospect of trading Rachel, without mentioning any specifics.

   "I think Rachel's pancakes put her to sleep, she looks like a beached
seal over there on the couch."

   Mary didn't say anything, just idly played with my chest hair, twisting
it in her fingers.

   "You going to be okay tonight, last night was a little rough maybe?"

   Nothing, just a shrug.

   "Did you notice any of the other girls you liked?  I thought some of
them were very nice."

   She shook her head up and down a little.

   "Yeah?  Which ones?"

   "Tegan was nice."

   Well, she speaks, I thought.  I wanted to keep her going.  "Really?  Did
you girls talk in the bathroom?"

   She shook her head again.

   "What about?"

   "I don't know.  She helped me clean up."

   "Oh.  Maybe you'd like to spend some time with her."

   That perked her interest, She didn't say anything, but she stopped her
idle hand movements and looked up at me.

   "It's possible she might be coming home with us, with Rachel staying
here."

   "Oh."

   "At the end of these meetings sometimes the men trade girls until the
next time."

   "Oh." She turned away again and curled up a little.  I kissed her on the
top of her head.

   "Not you, not this time at least, I couldn't part with you.  But
Rachel's ready for it, and it's pretty likely I'll trade, and it might
involve Tegan, would that be alright with you?"

   She looked up again, and tried to think of something to say, but just
kind of shrugged.

   "No, I'm serious, I want your input.  How would you feel about a new
girl being with us?"

   Being forced to say something was difficult, I could tell, but I wasn't
going to let her off the hook.

   "I guess it would be okay."

   "Rachel orders you around a lot I know, but she also loves you.  She was
sad when I told her about it, she didn't want to leave you." It was a lie
of course, but useful.  I didn't think Rachel was very well evolved,
emotionally.

   "Really?"

   "Sure, she's very fond of you, didn't you know that?"

   "Oh."

   "Well, she is, and I am too.  I'd miss you terribly.  I love holding you
like this, kissing your sweet lips."

   She melted then, burying her face in my chest and wetting it with tears
while I rubbed her back.  I shifted her around and brushed off her face
with a towel, and kissed her passionately while she wrapped her arms around
my neck.  I had a very confused girl on my hands, but for the moment she
was buying it, kissing me back.  I meant most of it of course, but my main
motive was to give her some emotional support.  It seemed to work, when we
cooled off she went to sleep on top of me, seemingly quite contented. 
After awhile I went to sleep as well.  It was sometime later when she woke
me up, shifting in my lap.

   "Hi there, want to get up?" I asked.

   "Yes please."

   "Okay, go kiss your friend awake, will you?  I'll get us something to
drink and we'll watch a movie together before we go to the pool.  You want
diet Pepsi?"

   "Vanilla," she said.

   I laughed, it was her favorite I knew.  "I had Paul stock it special for
you."

   I had to smile when Mary got up and went over to Rachel, leaning over to
kiss her full on the mouth until she woke up.  Rachel looked a little
puzzled at first, but reached up and gave her a full kiss back when she was
awake, causing both girls to break into a giggling fit.  Good, I liked it
when they remembered they were still silly little girls now and then.

   Mission accomplished, I laid out some goodies for the girls and I
actually sat through Shrek 2, just out on DVD, which about made me barf,
but the girls loved to death.  I never felt more like a parent, usually I
let them watch stuff like that on their own.  We had a good time in the
pool later on, splashing around and laughing.  We ate an early dinner of
steak and lobster, and the girls quickly passed out on the bed together
while I went out for a stroll around the grounds to smoke a cigar and
digest, watching private jets land and take off at the nearby airport and
checking out the hardware.  Paul himself had a Lear, quite the sports car,
though it narrowed down the fields he could use.  My twin Beech wasn't as
fast, but it could land just about anywhere.

   Before I went back downstairs to get the girls ready for the evening
session, I checked the boxes.  Nicole, Tegan, Marcia and Anne were off the
table, and when I checked my box Paul was now offering Tegan or Whitney to
me, indicating the other trade was between Nicole and Marcia.  Not my first
choice, but Mary would approve of Tegan, and I was excited as well,
thinking of what fun it would be to spank those plump little cheeks again
and feel her little body in my arms.  It was also going to be a lot of fun
to watch her and Mary play together, and I got a little hard thinking about
it.  I wrote out my acceptance and put it back in one of Paul's boxes. 
That left his Dasha and Whitney still available, and Abby, Carol and
Connie. It seemed likely that Paul would be starting with a brand new set
of girls by the time this was over, unless a Carol and Connie swap got done
first.  One girl would be left out, unless there was another three-way.

   Preliminaries over, we were back in the meeting room later than evening,
sitting with our girls, the guys obviously eyeing the swaps they had made.
I don't think any of the other girls knew anything, at least Tegan wasn't
paying any special attention to me.  All the girls were pretty obviously
jumpy and nervous, waiting for this session to begin.  Paul started things
off as usual.

   "Okay, I see everyone has fresh clothes, I doubt they'll stay on very
long."

   Everyone laughed at that.  I had Rachel dressed in a black sheer corset
with matching hose, her breasts exposed, sticking out proudly, the white
flesh a shocking contrast to the dark fabric.  Mary was dressed in white
thong pantyhose, something I found in a skating outfit catalog, designed to
go underneath a fancy outfit without creating a panty line.  But alone it
did a dynamite job of both outlining her deeply divided pussy lips and
showing off her fabulous bum.  If it was up to me, I'd find a way to fuck
the girls with the outfits on, as I often did.

   "Well, let's start off tonight by giving Marcia a chance to complete her
performance."

   That got a big cheer.

   "Right, I'm looking forward to that as well."

   "Looks like it, Paul!" someone said to my right.  It was true, he was
sporting one.

   "Alright, I'll put it to good use.  In the meantime I'll go around and
setup the first round of girls for you.  I'll assign one of the girls to
the center table each time, but aside from Marcia there's no special
performances tonight, just have your girls do whatever routine you've
talked about.  Let's begin."

   The men applauded as Marcia stepped out and Paul began walking around
the circle hanging numbers on the backs of the couches.  I spoke to Rachel
and Mary, reminded them of what they were to do if called to the platform.
Rachel had planned to dance and do a lot of poses, showing off her flesh,
and Mary was going to play with a dildo, squatting on it and penetrating
herself in various ways.  She was a little nervous and quiet, but in fairly
good spirits considering the circumstances.  Rachel seemed very excited and
flushed.  She was one of the first to be assigned and I gave her a pat on
the bottom when she scurried off to my left.

   I was still holding Mary when Whitney came over to my couch.  She looked
great, dressed in a soft blue flannel pajama set, her long brown hair lying
on her shoulders, a fantasy come to life.  I couldn't wait to peel down her
bottoms, but I greeted her and had her sit beside me until Mary was called,
hugging both girls around their shoulders as I watched Marcia climb up to
begin her striptease.  When Mary's number was posted across the circle, I
gave her a hug and a kiss and turned my attention to Whitney, pulling her
up to stand in front of me, off to the side a little so she didn't block my
view of the show.

   I had a difficult time deciding which girl to watch.  Whitney was very
enticing in her pj's, and I was having a lot of fun pawing at her, sticking
my hand down her pants and under her top, pulling down the waistband in
front and back.  Finally I hauled her up on the couch and laid her across
my lap, pulled down her bottoms just over her luscious little butt and
spent a few minutes lightly spanking her while I watched Marcia.

   Marcia had quickly shucked off her hot pants again, and was exploring a
range of positions that stretched the silky white fabric of her costume
over her pudenda.  I particularly liked it when she leaned back on her
hands and arched her back up, ending up with her fat little mons being at
the apex of the arch she created.  I watched her finish up that part of her
act as I rubbed Whitney's pink cheeks, dipping in my hand occasionally to
feel her soft bare pussy lips, nice and warm from lying on me.  She was
just starting to moisten up the slightest bit, so I increased my
manipulation as I watched Marcia work.

   I thought that she would end up stripping down, but obviously her owner
realized the impact of the outfit, because instead she reached into a
pocket on the side of the platform and pulled out a pair of scissors he had
placed there.  I was watching intently as she played the scissors over her
crotch, and then pulled out the fabric and cut a little slit.  She put down
the scissors and reached down and stuck her fingers in the cut and slowly
pulled it apart, the fabric tearing in a neat line that followed the
separation in her own pussy lips.  When she was done she pulled the fabric
into the crease between her lips and her thighs, resulting in her vagina
bulging out from the costume framed by the fabric.  It was incredibly
erotic, and I was ready for some action.

   While Marcia struck some poses to show off her newly-exposed sex, I
re-arranged Whitney to my liking, stretching her out on the couch facing
the center stage face down, with only her bare bottom exposed.  I lifted up
her waist, stuck a pillow underneath her hips, and straddled her, rubbing
my cock over her pink cheeks.  The fantasy element created by the pajamas
was really turning me on.  Sometimes clothing is more sexy than nudity, as
Marcia was proving across the room.  I noticed a lot of the guys had their
eyes on her while being sucked or otherwise engaged with their girls.

   I turned my attention back to Whitney's ass for the moment, sinking my
cock between her cheeks, rubbing the head through her pussy lips to pick up
a little moisture.  There was just enough to avoid a dry entry, and I
carefully inserted the head and gradually rocked back and forth, letting
her vagina admit me a little at a time, picking up more lubrication as I
entered.  When I bottomed out I just sat there for a moment drinking it all
in, my cock buried in the pajama clad girl, and Marcia just starting to
play with a small dildo, rubbing it over her pussy lips, teasing us.

   As Marcia began to penetrate herself and roll around with the dildo
sticking out between her fat little lips, I began to slowly and intensely
fuck Whitney, pulling my cock all the way out until the tip was poised
right at the entrance, and then slowly but firmly all the way in again. 
Whitney began to grab at the bedsheets, and I thought I could hear her moan
a little over the background music.  Her pussy began to lubricate more,
making it easier to plunge in and out with a faster rhythm, just gradually
picking up the pace with each stroke.  Now I was sure she was moaning a
little, and I pulled up her top and stuck my hands underneath to rub her
back as I stroked, pressing her into the bed as I thrust myself against her
butt cheeks, impaling her to the maximum.

   Marcia was doing the same now, having placed the dildo on the platform
and squatted over it, she was driving herself down onto the spike, reaching
down with one hand to hold the dildo while steadying herself with the
other, her head leaning back and her eyes closed as she breathed heavily. I
think she and Whitney started cumming just about the same time, both of
them grunting and gasping from the sensation.  I could feel Whitney's
vagina grip my shaft and stopped my thrusting to accommodate her, resuming
in slow strokes when it slackened off, and gripping her hard by the waist
when she started again, wiggling my cock to give her more sensation.

   Finally her whole body went slack as she collapsed into the sheets,
spent, my cock still like oak inside of her.  I could hear her groan as I
resumed my slow fucking, rubbing her butt cheeks and pulling them apart to
watch myself parting her pussy lips.  Marcia had fallen back on the
platform, the dildo falling out to roll around as it rotated.  Paul called
a halt just before I reached the point where I was in danger of cumming, so
I was grateful for the break.  I helped Whitney up and rubbed her shoulders
a little sitting on the edge of the bed, wishing her well before patting
her on the butt and sending her off to clean up.

   I was still pretty hard when the next round started, and too my surprise
little Kylee was standing by herself next to my couch, naked, rubbing her
hands together and shifting on her feet like the shy little girl she was.
Normally Paul paired her up with another girl, but apparently by the luck
of the draw, here we were.  I noticed Abby had mounted the stage to entice
us with her big bottom, which was a nice visual backdrop.  I sat down in
front of Kylee and reached out to brush her hair back from her face.

   "Hi there sweetheart, how old are you?"

   "Four," she said, giggling.

   That was interesting, given that she wasn't that much younger than
Morgana, but seemed to be in a different class.  Apparently a few months
meant a lot at that age.

   "Really?  Well, what would you like to do for me?"

   "I can play with it," she said.

   "With this?" I asked, pointing to my unit.  "Can you suck on it?"

   "Uh huh," she said, shaking her head up and down.

   "Well, I'd like that."

   "Okay."

   I lay back a little and she didn't hesitate at all, reaching out for my
cock, taking it in her hands and looking it over to see if it was clean I
suppose, and then leaning over a little and taking it between her lips,
sucking it back about half way and rolling her tongue over it as she moved
her head up and down.  It was unbelievably hot, and I could only take a few
minutes before I was aching to cum.  I didn't want that yet, so I pulled
away and took her by the shoulders.

   "That was really nice, thank you, but I don't want to cum yet, let's
climb up on the bed so I can look at you."

   "Okay," she said, wiping off her mouth.  I picked her up, sat her down
on the bed, and crawled up next to her as she watched.

   "Lay down next to me here," I said, patting the sheets.

   She choose to lay on her back and spread her legs, thinking I wanted to
see her pussy I suppose, and that was fine for the moment.  I surveyed the
little body next to me, marvelling at her fleshy little features.  He pussy
was almost all a plump triangle of lips, just a small line of inner labia
and a tiny little clitoris hood.  Her anus was buried in fat cheeks below,
and I reached out to spread them out, delighting in the pink flesh
revealed. Just above her "taint" I could see her vagina opening, a little
red from use apparently.  I couldn't imagine how a cock could get in there,
but when I poked a finger in the hole I could see that the flesh would
spread apart pretty easily.  I had to have that sensation.

   Lubrication was obviously a must, so I reached back for the bottle and
smeared a good amount both on the tip of my cock and in her canal, until
the opening oozed lube.  I knelt between her fat little legs and pulled
them up and apart, and shifted around until the head was poised at the
entrance, gradually pushing forward very carefully to move the flesh aside.
Kylee was lying back with her eyes closed, her hands fussing with the
sheets nervously.  I assumed this was not very pleasant for her.

   "Don't worry, I'll be careful.  Tell me if I'm hurting you at all,
okay?"

   "Okay," she replied, shaking her head up and down.

   Satisfied she was alright, I gradually began to move in and out a
little, making sure I wasn't grabbing at anything as I probed deeper.  It
really wasn't a problem at all, her tiny opening expanded to accommodate
the head pretty easily until I was all the way to the flange and a little
beyond, my entire glans swallowed in flesh.  I could feel a tight ring just
around the tip and I knew that pressing beyond that point was out of the
question.  I really needed some in and out sensation, and while I could
probably cum from moving the head, it would have been hard on Kylee.  So I
didn't try, and just enjoyed the awesome sight of being inside such a small
thing.

   "I'm going to pull out and roll you over, okay?  Can you lay your head
down and stick your bottom up for me?"

   "Okay."

   I helped her shift around, arranging her on hands and knees, and then
pushing her head down to lie on the bed while keeping her ass propped up
with my other hand.  I knelt behind her and repeated the partial invasion
of her snatch, enjoying the soft cheeks of her butt with my hands.  I
figured I could cum in this position too, but I was aware of the passage of
time and wanted to try everything with the girl while I had the chance. 
Besides, the next position was a sure thing.

   I pulled out and wiped down her behind with a cloth, and pulled up all
the pillows to form a support for my back.  I then lifted up the little
girl like a doll and sat her down between my legs, my slick cock standing
up in front of her.

   "I'd like to cum now, do you think you could do it with your hands and
let it squirt all over you?"

   She smiled and giggled and squirmed up a little closer between my legs,
folding hers underneath her and reaching out to handle my cock.  She had
done this many times before, that was obvious by her excellent technique.
She wrapped her right hand around the shaft and began to pump in slow, firm
strokes, folding her palm over the tip before she came back down, and held
my balls in her left hand, just kind of lifting them gently.  The whole
time she kept her eye on the tip with a look of concentration on her face.

   I had to groan it was so good, there was no way in hell I could take
much of this.  I'd had hand jobs from little girls before, but the sight
and feel of these tiny hands manipulating me that way was just too much. 
Kylee looked up at me and picked up the stroke a little, moving her hand
faster as I tensed my arms and moaned at the soft torture.  I figured I
should probably tell her to be careful with the tip as I came, but it
wasn't necessary, she was already laying off it except to brush it just a
little at the end of the strokes, working the shaft only like a piston.

   "Oh, god, here it comes, girl you are sooo hot."

   She smiled, but kept focused on her work.  I groaned at the first little
dribble, and she switched the aim and pumped slower, but with more
pressure. I was worried she was going to choke me off, but when the next
big spurt started she released the pressure and switched to quick little
strokes that left the tip free, and got a long hard spurt right in the
face, smack into her nose.  She squeezed her eyes shut and giggled again,
but never let up, opening her mouth to breathe and keeping up just the
right rhythm in time to my spurts.  She was trying to catch cum in her
mouth but the second stroke missed and lined across her cheek, and the
third went low, dribbling off her chin to land in her lap, oozing into the
folds of her pussy.  I got a couple more little spots on her plump little
chest, but the rest just coated her hands.  She let up gradually until I
was done, falling back into the pillows in relief.

   I just lay there for a minute, recovering from the intensity of the
experience.  Little Kylee went right to work, wiping the cum off her face
with a towel, and then retrieving a moist towel to clean us both off.  When
she was done she returned to her space between my legs, took my cock in her
hand and put it back in her mouth, giving me the most angelic of blow jobs,
taking care to avoid abusing the sensitive tip.  I reached down to cradle
her head and moaned my pleasure.  If Paul hadn't called a halt I'm sure I
could have cum again in her mouth.  I lifted her up and stood her on the
floor, sitting up to give her a big hug and kiss.

   "Good job, Kylee, that was amazing."

   "Thank you sir," she said, tucking her hands between her legs and
scrunching up in embarrassment.

   I gave her a pat on the bottom and sent her off, sitting on the couch
watching her butt cheeks bounce away.

   "Pretty neat, eh?"

   I looked up to see her owner standing next to me, wiping his hands on a
towel.

   "Whew, intense.  How do you get a white baby to raise?  Raid a
hospital?"

   He laughed.  "That would be a stink.  Actually, eastern Europe, anything
is available right now for money, small girls too."

   "Really?  You wouldn't happen to have a contact?"

   "Sure, I'll write it down for you later.  You're not the only one who's
asked me that!"

   "No doubt, one time with her and I'm sold.  That was the best."

   "Yeah, you got me thinking too, I really liked your Rachel, she's a
bundle of joy."

   "I afraid I don't have any secret method for getting fat ones."

   We laughed and broke up to get something to eat and drink.  I wandered
around to check out the bathroom action, and noticed a couple of guys were
checking out the girls peeing at the back of the room.  I joined them for a
minute, idly stroking myself while watching.  The little one, Morgana, was
lifted up to the elevated bidet so she could squat and pee, and she let off
as soon as she was in place, not self-conscious about it at all.  Marcia
had more trouble, still wearing her costume, which apparently she had been
fucked in.  She had to reach down and spread her lips, which were
compressed by the slit she had torn in the crotch panel, and it took her a
good minute to clear her mind and pee with us all watching and cheering her
on, not very helpfully of course.

   When Paul posted the new numbers and I went back to my couch, Abby
walked over to join me.  I greeted her with a kiss on the cheek and sat
down in front of her while she settled into place, standing with her legs
spread a little.  My new girl to be, Tegan, was mounting the platform
wearing cotton panties with flowers on them to tease us during the third
session of the evening.

   "Well, let's see what you have girl, I sure like your smile," I said to
Abby, getting a nice one in response and a little curtsey.

   She had a lot, most of it in back.  She was a fairly large girl for a
pre-teen, relatively tall, with small cone-shaped breasts tipped with
cherry nipples hardly distinguishable from the surrounding flesh.  She
carried some weight on her thighs and tummy, but not enough to be called
plump, just baby fat padding.  Her pussy was still completely bare and very
pronounced, curving out from her body in a little hill of pale flesh, with
deeply separated lips.

   Her bottom echoed her pussy lips, except on a much expanded scale.  Her
butt cleavage was just starting to change from the deeply divided cheeks of
a little girl to the broader globes of an adult, that invited one's hands
to mold and stroke.  Her bottom was so large that the cleavage was deep
enough to completely enfold a cock, and I wasted no time turning her around
and sticking it in there, squeezing her cheeks around my unit and getting
it rock hard again pumping it lightly, dry humping the cheeks.

   It was so good I had her lay down on her tummy while I straddled her
legs, smearing her bottom crack with lube and using it as a butt vagina,
while I stroked her back and watched Tegan play panty games on the stage,
molding them around her lips and pulling them up tight, peeling them off
and on, that sort of thing, all the time displaying her usual cheerful
smile as if she enjoyed being watched.  I spent the rest of the session
fucking Abby in ways that allowed me to enjoy her behind, having her ride
me both ways, and ending up doggy style, admiring the way her cheeks
compressed as I plunged home.  I gave her a big kiss and thanked her when
Paul called a halt before the last session of the evening.

   Paul was a master of the arrangements, and the only girl left that I
hadn't seen was standing in front of my couch when I got back from the
bathroom, the new girl Carol.  I could see she had been crying that evening
and I noticed she had laid her switch on the bed for me.  She had assumed
the proper position, but she didn't make eye contact or give me a smile.  I
decided to treat her a little rough, I would need some pretty vigorous
stimulation to cum after being drained so thoroughly by Kylee.

   I sat down and pulled her over to stand between my legs and grabbed her
by the waist, turning her around to look at her back.  Sure enough, there
were three fresh stripes there from this evening, and I could see there had
been other recent licks as well.  I hadn't noticed the sound of her being
hit over the music, but then there was a lot of smacking sounds in the room
tonight, it was pretty much routine to enjoy spanking the girls.  Now that
I thought about it, I realized I had missed spanking Abby's big butt, the
most spankable of all.  Oh well, may as well make up for it, I thought.

   Carol was a slim girl, but had a fabulous butt which I had already
enjoyed in a fashion similar to Abby.  The best position for spanking her
was to simply have her stand in place, letting the butt cheeks bounce as
they were swatted.  I turned her around with her butt facing my right side
and reached between her legs with my left, hooking two fingers into her
pussy to keep her in place, causing her to grimace and shut her eyes.  I
had to grab her hand and place it on my unit, she didn't offer on her own,
but once in place she did a reasonable job of stroking it.

   I began spanking her slowly, fairly firmly considering the setting,
switching from one cheek to the other, rubbing out the marks between swats.
I used my left thumb to put some pressure on her clit, and every now and
then dipped between her cheeks to circle her anus with a finger, causing
her to raise up on her toes and bite her lip.  I would have liked to spend
more time doing this, but it was time to begin my quest for an orgasm.  I
started in the usual fashion, pushing her to her knees in front of me, and
guiding her head into my lap, poking my cock between her lips to remind her
of her duty.

   She wasn't very good at it, nor very attentive until I took her switch
in one hand and began to tap it on her back in time to her head movements.
That moved her, and the blow job got much better, moist smacking sounds
rising up from my crotch where she was sucking in earnest.  It was good
enough to cum, but I wanted to really fuck this girl hard, and let myself
get right to the edge before pulling her face away by a handful of hair,
leaving her gasping for breath.

   I wasted no time roughly pulling her up on the couch and on her hands
and knees facing the stage, where the other slim blonde named Connie was
performing some extreme splits while she frigged herself.  My blonde was
pretty dry, so I packed her full of lube, rubbed some more on my cock and
quickly impaled her, driving it up to the hilts while wrapping her hair in
a pony tail as a handle.  With one hand pulling her back into me by the
hair, and the other reaching around to pinch and fondle her flat chest, I
began pounding into the girl hard enough to make smacking sounds when I
bottomed out into her butt cheeks.

   I fairly quickly spurted inside her in that position, but I never even
slowed down, just continued to work her hard as if I was trying for a
second cum, gradually winding down when my cock began to lose some steam.
At the end I let her fall flat on the bed and tucked a towel between her
legs, giving her a couple of hard slaps on the behind to indicate we were
done.  To her credit she attended to her cleaning chores properly and
returned to sit by my side.  I showed generous, pulling her back to lie in
the crook of my shoulder, caressing her back while I smoothed out her hair
and stroked her cheeks with the other, giving her a couple of gentle kisses
and thanking her for the sex.  She seemed to appreciate the gesture,
snuggling into me as if seeking protection from the world.

   My girls were yawning when they rejoined me on the couch, but none the
worse for wear tonight.  Even Mary was in a fairly good mood considering
her norm, and responded to a few questions about what the other men had
done with her.  Rachel tucked herself right into me as if she could go to
sleep using me as a pillow.  I had to pop her on the butt to get her to
stand up so I could put them in restraints for the trip back to our room.
It had been a fairly mellow night, lots of seriously intense fucking for
sure, but without the frenetic action of the first night.  I guessed the
next night would be similar, before we got a little jaded and wanted
something more extreme for the final night.  I figured Paul had that
covered.

   Night three

   The next night after dinner we once again met in the common room, and I
was sitting with Rachel and Mary watching a naked Dasha mount the platform.
I had the girls dressed simply tonight, matching cotton panties with yellow
flowers, a nice pair.  I reached behind Rachel, pulled down her waistband
and caressed the tops of her bottom cheeks while I watched, reflecting on
how much I was going to miss her lush body.  Mary was leaning over my lap
sucking my cock while I rubbed her back.  I sighed in contentment, just
another glorious night that few men would ever come close to experiencing.

   Dasha had an old fashioned shaving kit, and was applying a thick layer
of cream to her puss with a brush while she squatted over a bowl of water.
When she was done she shocked us all, I think, by brandishing a shiny
straight razor and starting to peel the cream off her mons.  Apparently she
had practiced with the razor, because she used it in a confident fashion,
apparently not afraid of cutting herself.  I'm not sure I would like such a
weapon anywhere near my crotch!  It made the whole scene even more erotic.

   When she was finished she wiped herself clean and put the shaving kit on
the floor, while we applauded the performance.  But she wasn't done
apparently, as she next placed an empty champagne bottle in the center of
the platform.  I assumed she was simply going to fuck the bottle neck with
her newly bared pussy, which would be interesting, but not earthshaking,
and I wondered why Paul didn't assign the girls so we could move on.  But
Dasha surprised us again, squatting over the bottle and lining herself up
carefully with the top using her fingers, but not settling down onto the
neck.  Instead she hovered above the bottle, and with a look of
concentration on her face, pushed a golf ball out of her vagina and set it
on top of the wine bottle, pulling up to reveal the egg she laid to a lusty
round of cheers and applause.

   She must have had the golf ball in her pussy the whole time she was
shaving, but the next surprise was that it wasn't the only golf ball up
there, as she flicked the first off the bottle and produced a second and
then a third, setting each ball she pushed out of her pussy to balance on
top of the bottle.  After laying the last ball, she delighted us by
carefully lowering her body down until her pussy swallowed the ball again,
and then laying back on the bottle and repeating the performance until
finally she thrust her hips forward and popped the ball out to roll across
the floor.  It was as good as any cunt acrobatics I had seen in southeast
Asia, and she got a big round of applause as she dismounted from the stage
and took her bows.

   "Dasha, gentlemen, shooting a hole in one," said Paul, standing and
clapping for her, then giving her a hug and a pat on the bottom to shoo her
back to his couch with her stage props.  "Okay, let's begin."

   The platform was empty for the moment as Paul walked around with his
clipboard and box of numbers, assigning girls to the couches.  I pushed the
girls up to stand in front of me, giving Mary a towel to wipe her face and
pulling their cute little panties into place.  Anne walked over to join us
before my girls were called, and then Marcia as well.  Finally Mary and
Rachel saw their numbers and I patted them on the behinds to send them off.

   I arranged my new girls in front of the couch to look them over,
greeting them and complementing their outfits, each wearing a nice garter
and hose set, Anne with a matching pair of thong panties.  I played with
her panties for a minute and then peeled them down to the floor to get to
business.  Mary's preliminary blow job had me ready to go.

   I let them start off taking turns sucking me on the couch laying down
while I played with their bottoms.  Anne was the better of the two, having
been trained by Paul, her tongue action more practiced.  But there was
nothing wrong with Marcia's work, it was nice and wet, and I could have
easily shot down her throat.  Both girls had great asses to play with as
they knelt over me, their bare pussy lips sticking out between their
thighs. I decided to use that flesh to my advantage, and tapped them on the
bottoms to get their attention.

   "Nice girls, but let's try something else.  Anne, flip over and get
yourself turned around so my cock is sticking up between your legs, and try
and stroke it with your pussy lips."

   She looked a little confused, but got the idea with me helping her
arrange her limbs.  When I had her positioned right, she was leaning back
on her hands face up, straddling my cock from the left side, her legs
spread wide and my cock brushing up against her pussy.  There was no way
she actually grip it in that position without closing her legs, but then I
had another set of lips to use.

   "Okay, Marcia, you do the same from the other side and pin my cock
between your pussies."

   It took some fumbling around with Marcia, but finally I had her legs
scissored over and under Anne's so the girls were facing each other as if
they were smashing their pussies together, only with my cock in the way.

   "Great, that's right," I said.  "Now, up and down, keep your pussies
together."

   I put my hands underneath the girls, supporting their bottoms and
helping them lift their bodies in coordination so that their pussies were
beating me off.  It was a hell of a sight especially with the backdrop of
little Kylee on the stage, doing various splits and poses to show off her
genitals for us.  I'm sure I could have cum like that, it was very
stimulating parting their pussy folds with my shaft, but it was difficult
for the girls to support themselves like that for long, and I could see
they were running out of gas, their thighs quivering from the effort.

   "Okay, that's enough, I can see that's kind of tough to do, you'll have
to work on those muscles."

   "Yes sir," said Anne, with a smile.  She knew I was kidding.  "Maybe we
can do it with our butts?"

   I readily agreed, an outstanding idea.  I helped them move around until
they were kneeling on either side of me, and had them stick their bottoms
out until they met over my penis.  We all kind of shifted around a little
until the contact was solid.

   "Wait a second, let me get some lube," I said, reaching behind to grab a
bottle.

   I squirted some at the top of their joined bottom cleavage and let it
drain between, my cock lost inside the warm sandwich, and then laid back to
let them start moving up and down.  The lube soon filtered down, and the
inside of their bottom cheeks formed a warm, wet pocket for my cock.  It
was outstanding, and I just laid back with my hands behind my head and
drunk it in, thrusting up a little at the end of each stroke to see if I
could make my cock peek up between their butts, which was just barely
possible.

   Cumming in this position was no problem, the girls were fairly relaxed
and could easily keep up the pressure long enough, but before I knew it the
time was up, Paul calling the first break.  I helped the girls scramble up
and wipe the lube from inside their cheeks, kissed them both and gave their
bottoms a good slap as they bounced away to get ready for the next session.

   As with the other two nights I found myself back at the bidets with a
champagne glass in hand, watching a couple girls pee, Dasha and Luana.  The
smaller girl had a difficult time, especially as another spectator leaned
over to stroke her mons as she tried to pee.  I was in front of Dasha along
with another guy as she squatted on the elevated bench and gave us a funny
show, peeing in spurts, shutting off and starting again in rhythm to the
music, getting us both laughing as she kind of danced and peed at the same
time.  We gave her a round of applause when she dried up and started
washing herself with the spray hose, and she gave us one of her toothy
grins in response.

   Luana in the meantime was in tears, unable to let off with the attention
she was receiving.  I decided to help, meaning I was making it worse of
course, by standing on the other side of her and playing with her bottom at
the same time, urging her on.  I finally took pity on her and whispered in
her ear, telling her to close her eyes and clear her mind.  She took my
advice and after a minute her water finally started to come.  When she was
done she almost collapsed from the tension relief.  I helped her stand up
while my friend helpfully sprayed her off and patted her dry with a towel.
We grinned at each other in acknowledgment of the fun.

   I noticed when I returned to the side board to get a bite that Nicole
was exiting the bathroom door on the left, rubbing tears from her eyes.  I
assumed she must have had a bowel movement with an audience and didn't
enjoy the experience.  I didn't blame her, I thought that was pretty
disgusting myself.  I grabbed a towel and caught her before she entered the
circle, looking for her number.

   "Wait a second, Nicole, let me clean your face for you."

   "Thanks," she said, stopping to accept the attention.  I didn't say
anything about her distress, just wiped her eyes and cheeks and brushed her
hair back into place.

   "There, you look all beautiful again, I hope I see you again before we
leave."

   "Thank you sir," she said, very properly.  She hesitated for a second
before I kissed her on the cheek and patted her behind to send her off. 
What a pretty girl she was.  Why anyone would want to see her take a crap
was beyond me.  Of course, maybe some guys felt the same way about me
watching the girls pee, I suppose that was fairly perverted as well, but it
didn't seem as dirty to me.  Especially as the girls were mostly passing
water at this point, having been refilled a couple times.  We made sure
they drank a lot before and during the session, most of us were inclined
that way it seemed.  Even at home I generally didn't enjoy water sports
with the girls until their pee was nearly clear.  It wasn't the pee itself
that turned me on, just the twisted and evil nature of the act, forcing a
small girl to submit in that nasty way.

   In any event, all such matters were dismissed from my mind when I went
back to my couch and found Morgana standing there, nervously shifting on
her feet.  I checked the stand in back of the couch, and sure enough there
was only one number there.  I had the little girl all to herself.  My cock
instantly began to rise on its own, after my experience with Kylee, I was
really looking forward to this.  I sat down in front of her to greet her
and look her over.

   "Hello again, just you and me, little girl."

   "Yes sir," she replied, smiling.

   "Can I put my penis inside you if I'm careful?"

   "Okay," she giggled, twisting her hands together and bouncing on her
feet.

   "I'd like that, but why don't you suck me first?"

   "Okay," she said, waiting to see how I wanted it.

   I lay back a little to expose my cock and she got the message, moving up
to the edge of the couch and leaning over, wasting no time in getting it
inside, supporting herself with her hands on my thighs.  I reached out to
cradle her head in my hands, stroking her silky blonde hair as she worked.

   Although she was a little older than Kylee, she didn't have the same
level of technique, and the blow job was fairly routine, just a straight-up
sucking, though with plenty of moisture and movement.  Cumming into the
girl's mouth like this was just a matter of letting it happen, the turn-on
was intense, given the girl's age.  There seemed to be a direct correlation
between the age of the girl and the throbbing of my cock, I noticed, though
no doubt there would be a steep drop-off as the girl approached the toddler
stage.  Baby rape was of no interest to me, yuch.  The girl had to have a
personality and some semblance of mature female appearance before it became
erotic.  I was a pedophile, not a lunatic, at least that was the way I
figured it.  If I followed through on the baby idea, I'm not sure when I
would start sexual contact with the girl.  It was an interesting thought to
muse on while watching my cock disappear between the very young lips in my
lap.

   I really wanted to fuck and cum on the girl before the time was up, so I
lifted her head up after another minute of this and wiped her face down
with a towel, giving her a big kiss on the cheek.  She let me handle her
passively as I stood up and lifted her underneath her arms, depositing her
little body on the bed on her back.  I crawled up on top of her with my
cock dangling over her face, and leaned forward to spread her legs, diving
between them to lick her fat little pussy.  We couldn't sixty nine in that
position, she was too short, but I was pleased to feel her little hands
reach up and start to stroke my cock from below as if she was milking me.
Indeed, the sensation was so intense, I could barely keep from cumming, and
I had to break it off to avoid it.

   Now I was really hot for her, and decided to take her just like that,
missionary style.  I quickly lubed myself up and pushed some inside her,
spreading her lips apart to look at the entrance.  Like Kylee, I was amazed
that such a small hole could take a cock, but it could and did, expanding
easily to accept the head of my penis as I guided it inside.  Unlike Kylee,
there was no restricting ring of flesh beyond that point, and my cock
continued to cleave her flesh, slowly and carefully, until I had about four
inches inside.

   "Are you okay?" I asked her, looking down at her face from above.

   She opened her eyes and looked down at her lap, feeling around the
entrance with her fingers and peeling her lips back to see.

   "You're not too big," she said, "But it's too long."

   I had to laugh at her candor, and her easy manner.  "I'll take it slow."

   "Okay," she replied casually, settling back into the bed and closing her
eyes again.

   She apparently knew her body well, because she was right, I couldn't get
inside all the way.  I could feel her react when I reached the end of her
canal and was brushing her cervix, an uncomfortable feeling for most girls.
I backed out a little bit and marked the spot, so to speak, as the end
point of my thrusts, and began to work my cock back and forth, slowly,
savoring the sensation and the incredible sight below me.

   Morgana's pussy wasn't really any tighter than Mary's when it came down
to it, but the girl was so young that the perversion of the act was
incredibly erotic and nasty.  Added to the pleasure was the reaction of the
girl herself, as she was clearly enjoying it, laying back and breathing
deeply, sucking on her lower lip a little, and brushing the backs of my
legs with her feet, kind of urging me on.  I didn't need any encouragement,
believe me.

   This was great, but I decided to switch positions to see what was
possible.  I pulled out and Morgana looked up at me with questions in her
eyes.  What did I want next, she was silently asking.  I lay on my back
beside her and reached over to help her stand up next to me.

   "Can you sit on it?" I asked.

   She looked at my cock standing rock hard in the air, and said "Okay".

   I helped her move around until she was sitting on my belly and then
helped her lift her bottom and move back until her pussy was poised above
my cock with her looking underneath her tummy to watch.  I kept my hands
firmly underneath her bottom to help her and gradually let her fall down on
the spike, being very careful to avoid letting her fall down on it too
fast. When I judged the depth was at the maximum safe level, I helped her
rise up and settle into a rhythm, lifting her by cupped butt cheeks.  My
cock was screaming its approval, and it was getting very difficult not to
unload.  This was an intense as anything I could ever recall, putting
yesterday's cum with Kylee in its place.  Four-year old hands were one
thing, four-year old pussy something else again.  Whew!

   "Morgana, I'm going to cum, I'm going to lift you off and sit you back
in my lap, can you reach down with your hands and squirt it all over your
tummy?"

   She giggled and replied "Okay", as usual.  I was going to cum in
seconds, so I quickly lifted her up and off my cock, settling her bottom in
my hands between my thighs.  She steadied herself with her hands on my
belly at first, but when she realized she was being supported she put them
on my cock and began to pump it, looking down at the tip and aiming it
towards her plump little chest, kind of scrunched over so her baby fat
resembled little tits almost.

   Again, she wasn't as well trained in the art as Kylee, and her pumping
was pretty mechanical and not very responsive to the state of my cock. 
Well, no matter for now, because I absolutely blasted cum at her anyway,
getting the first shot on her lips as she looked down, which made her lift
her face up and giggle with her eyes squeezed shut.  The rest of it pumped
out on her chest as she continued to work the cock with me urging her on by
flexing my back to stroke my cock into her hands.  I was surprised by the
volume after the last couple of nights, but when I was done her front was
streaked and spotted all over, the cum dripping down over her tummy headed
for her lap.

   In that position she couldn't really move, so I sat up and laid her back
on the couch and reached behind me to grab a couple of towels.  I used one
to wipe her face so she could open her eyes again, even though they were in
no danger of being stung by cum, just her lips and chin were involved.  I
tucked the other towel underneath her to keep the bed dry, and settled back
in place above her, spreading her legs and using some of the cum on her
tummy as lubricant, rubbing my cock on it and then impaling her pussy
again, burying the head up inside her as far as I could, and resuming a
slow fuck enraptured in the afterglow and the throbbing of my cock inside
her.  I reached down and put her hands on her tummy, encouraging her to rub
the remaining cum around on herself, and she did as I asked, spreading it
around on her like sun tan lotion, and even rubbing some of it into her
pussy lips as my cock parted them.  I was still gently stroking the girl
when Paul announced the halt.

   Back at the side board later I was greeted my her owner.

   "I noticed you hosed down my Morgana pretty good, looked like fun."

   "Oh boy," I said, "These little girls are something else, that was
really intense.  How did you acquire her?"

   "Same way you did, I just got lucky.  I think the home I raided blamed
it on her parents, a couple of real nasty druggies.  I'm sure they
protested their innocence, but they were the most likely candidates.  I
took all her clothes and toys she had, so it didn't look like a kidnapping
to the authorities."

   "Yeah, it's interesting how little things like that can help throw them
off the track," I said.

   "Well, actually abductions are pretty rare, and usually by lunatics who
kill their victims and get caught almost immediately," he said.

   "That's right, I don't believe anyone is aware something like this is
going on, not in this day and age."

   "No kidding, I was born too soon.  Imagine what it must have been like
to be living in the 1890's with money in a place like New York?  You could
have a whole household filled with girls and no one would care at all."

   "Interesting," I said.  "It would make a good story."

   "Maybe we can have an old timer's night someday, old fashioned underwear
and gas lights?"

   We laughed at the idea and split up to get ready for the next session. I
didn't plan on much else tonight, I was completely drained, and when Connie
showed up at my couch I just laid back and let her suck me for the whole
session while kneeling beside me, playing with her small bottom and trim
legs and watching while my Mary did her act with the dildo on the platform,
giving her smiles of encouragement, and a thumbs up at the end.  She had
performed very well, and so had Connie for that matter.  I was turned on
again by her slim body, and could have easily cummed again at the end.  She
had me in much better shape for the last girl, who I was happy to see was
my favorite, Nicole.

   "Hi there," I greeted her as I walked back to my couch to find her
standing there.  "I'm glad we can be together, let's make love."

   "Yes sir," she laughed, thinking I was being pretty silly, I assume. 
What the heck else were we going to do?

   I took the girl in my arms while sitting on the edge of the bed and
pulled down her head to kiss her, wrapping my legs around her to squeeze
her into my erection.  I gave her a good long passionate kiss and then laid
back on the bed still holding her, rolling her over underneath me until she
was in missionary position, her hair tangled around her head.  She had
washed her pussy between sessions, so I quickly lubricated both of us and
wasted no time with foreplay, guiding myself into her and sinking in my
cock.  I fucked her slow and intense, leaning down to kiss her nipples and
lips while she wrapped her legs around me and moved in concert with my
thrusts.

   We stayed like that for a long time, and twice I made the poor girl cum,
even though I could see she was about fucked out from the action tonight.
Both times I refused to let her rest and continued pumping away, letting
myself build up as I worked harder and more insistently until finally I was
banging away like mad and spurting deep inside her.  When I was done I
collapsed on the bed draped over her to catch my breath, still partially
inside.  Nicole was laid out on the bed like a dead girl, her arms splayed
out hands up, and her hair partially covering her face, a few strands being
moved by her breath and the heaving of her chest being the only signs of
life.  Now, that was what you call fucking.

   My girls were also pretty used up by the end of the night, and both of
them were asleep in minutes when we finally got back to our room.  I joined
them and quickly went to sleep myself, wondering what fun Paul had arranged
for the final evening.

   Night four

   I could sense anticipation in my girls that next day.  I told them to
give themselves thorough enemas before dinner and they knew their asses
were in play again.  But also Rachel was clearly edgy about the upcoming
change in ownership.  I made sure to spend some time with her that day,
just hugging and kissing, letting her know I would miss her.  She didn't
seem to be upset anymore, actually a little excited I would say. 
Personally, given a choice between Tegan, as cute as she was, and my big
bouncy bundle of girl, no question I would rather keep Rachel.  Still, I
was excited too, the interplay between Mary and Tegan was going to be
interesting.

   Since this evening was going to be the finale, I had picked out the best
costumes for the girls.  Mary was going in character, so to speak, looking
like the shepherd of the little lamb, a frilly lace dress with a silly
matching hat, and flowered white hose - but naked underneath, bare ass and
pussy.  She was very nasty looking when you pulled up her dress.

   Rachel was wearing a see-through black lace body stocking and nothing
else.  It molded her body and enhanced the fullness of her flesh.  I
improved the outfit by undoing the crotch seam, so that parts of her pussy
flesh peaked out as she walked and the fabric slipped apart.  It made you
want to toss her on the bed and fuck the shit out of her in the suit, which
is probably what would happen when the first guy got hold of her.

   Paul started out the night without any fanfare at all, he just posted
the numbers and assigned Morgana to start off on the platform, doing some
nice poses with little girl panties on.  I assumed I would miss her
tonight, which was too bad, I would have liked her ass.  As it turned out,
Dasha's ass was mine, a pretty good start.

   I let her stand in front of the couch for awhile, complimenting her on
her act and her soft, bare pussy, which I dove into, getting a rise out of
the girl as I punished her clitty with my lips and tongue.  When I pulled
out her vaginal lips were glowing a soft red, something I recalled from my
previous experience with her.  When Dasha got hot, it showed.

   I lay back on the couch and let her mount me with her pussy at first.

   "You can do that for about fifteen minutes, or until you cum, and then
lube me up and take it up the ass, okay?"

   "Okay," she said, giving me a trademark wide smile back in return.  The
girl had the biggest teeth I could recall seeing in a small girl, her grin
always made me chuckle.

   She had to take a couple minutes working me over to get me sufficiently
hard to impale herself, but that was pretty easy.  Despite being a little
old for my taste, she was still incredibly exciting with her bare pussy and
tiny little puffy tits.  She settled in place and managed to fit me inside
using only her natural juices for lubrication, and soon was bouncing away,
her little tits in my hands as I enjoyed the ride.  It was a lot of fun
watching her strain to find her orgasm, and my cock was enjoying the
workout too.  I wondered how long I was going to be able to stand it in her
ass if she worked like this, and tried to scale back my involvement a bit,
think of something other than the girl pumping up and down on my cock,
easier said than done.

   I decided to focus on her own pleasure, reaching down to place a finger
on either side of her hot pussy lips, pressing them together and letting
them ride between my fingers as she worked.  This got her really hot fast,
and within a couple of minutes she stopped riding, sitting down hard on my
hips fully impaled, leaning forward with her hands on my chest and
shuddering in an extended orgasm.  She took a deep breath and pumped her
hips up and down, real fast, about ten times, and had another while I
rubbed her pussy lips over her clit.  Finally she let her arms give out and
laid across me, spent for the moment, my cock popping out and laying
against her bottom.

   I gave her a minute or two to recover, before smacking her on the bottom
to remind her of her duty.  She groaned, but pushed herself up, shaking her
hair back from her face, and taking a few deep breaths.  I helpfully handed
her the lubricant, and she squeezed some out on her finger a couple times,
depositing it up her ass.  Rather than lube up my cock, she smiled
mischievously and pushed the lube into her pussy, which she then used as an
applicator, sinking it slowly down on my cock a few times, and then
shifting her stance to slide it up her butthole, which parted easily and
smoothly to admit me, the girl obviously well experienced in controlling
herself.

   She was also a great tease, giving me a long series of deep strokes that
had me close to cumming and then putting on the brakes, tightening up her
asshole and squeezing my rod all the way up to the tip until I was moaning
and grimacing, and then going back to pumping me up again.  The third time
she did it I squeezed her nipples as she was tightening up on my cock and
we had a little contest to see who could take more.  I won, and she giggled
while relaxing her grip and stroking my cock some more, the bottom of her
crimson pussy lips flattening out as they met my pelvis.  Only Paul saved
me from cumming, and I moaned loudly as he called a halt, impaling Dasha
deeply as she stopped humping me and pulled away to start cleaning us off.

   "Sorry," she said, as she rubbed my penis with a damp cloth.  "You were
pretty close?"

   "Hmmm, the next girl's going to get it good!"

   She laughed and finished up, giving me a kiss before bouncing off the
bathroom.  I lay there spent for a moment before getting up for something
to drink.  As usual I found my way to the bidet area and watched a couple
girls pee just for the fun of it, not interfering with them this time
around.  My own Rachel walked up beside me and leaned into me.

   "Oh, hi there, what's up?" I asked, rubbing the back of her neck.

   "I need to pee, where do you want me?"

   "You can stand at the lower one when it's free, I'm just hanging out for
a moment."

   She tugged on my arm to indicate she wanted to say something and I
leaned down to listen.

   "Do I come back with you tonight later, or . . .  "

   I whispered back in her ear, "Good question, I'm not sure.  If not, I'll
make sure to give you a big hug before we leave, okay?"

   "Okay."

   I stood back up and patted her on the head.  It was true, I wasn't sure
what the arrangements would be, aside from someone mentioning that clothes
would be swapped in the back corridor before we left, and whatever other
arrangements made, like if there was a custom travelling case needed for a
certain girl, that kind of thing.  I had brought all of Rachel's things,
and just what Mary needed to get through the week.

   The bidet opened up and Rachel took her place, squatting down to give me
a good look at her open pussy as she smiled and peed for me.  I was the
only one watching, so it was kind of our farewell moment I guess, a little
odd to most people, but fitting.

   I was back sitting on my couch when the next round of girls was
assigned, and I watched the girls walk around in the center looking for
their number, Luana stopping in front of my station and walking over to
stand in front of me.

   "Hello again," I said.  "How are holding up there, little dear?"

   She didn't know what to say, so she just shrugged and looked down.

   "Oh well, let's take a look at your bottom, shall we?"

   I turned her around and parted her cheeks to look at her ass.  The anus
was a little red from use, but her pussy looked fresh.  I decided to go
easy on her and only use her butt at the end.  I turned her back around and
patted her on the top of the head, pushing her down to kneel in front of
me, and laying back a little to expose my cock.  I didn't need to tell her
what to do, she took it in her hands without any complaint and began to
give me a soft, gentle sucking that was actually quite nice, while I
watched Abby mount the platform and insert a glass double dildo in her
pussy and ass.

   When I was ready I lifted the little girl up on the couch and arranged
her on hands and knees, grabbing the lubricant and a couple of towels
before settling in back of her.  I greased up both her holes, since I
planned on switching in mid-stroke.  Luana was not that much more mature
than Morgana, but I could fit my cock all the way inside her.  I sat there
for a moment, loving the feel of her silky smooth snatch around my shaft,
and then I gripped her by the waist and began to fuck in and out, gradually
picking up the pace as I was sure my cock was parting her easily.

   Unlike the first time, this experience seemed more pleasant to her, and
I could sense her warming up as I worked, at least her vagina reacted that
way, juicing up a little.  My plans to fuck her ass evaporated as I plunged
in and out faster, taking advantage of her lubrication.  I could hear her
breathing hard as I pulled back and forth on her waist, fucking her body
into me hard.  When I started cumming I pushed it in all the way to the
hilts and held her that way as I pumped sperm deep inside her vagina.  I
don't know if she came or not, but after we both collapsed on the bed she
was out of it for several minutes before coming to her senses and starting
to get up.

   "Wait," I told her, holding her back.  "Just lie here for a moment with
me."

   My cock was still iron inside her, penetrating her through her butt
cheeks as I lay by her side.  We stayed like that for several minutes as I
softened up, and I gently stroked her soft flanks and rubbed her back. 
Finally when I was about to fall out, I stuck a towel under her and let her
go to work.  She seemed in a much better mood, reacting positively to my
relative kindness it seemed.  I thought she had pretty good potential, she
was already very exciting to fuck, as I obviously found out, not even being
able to pull out to bugger the little thing in my excitement.

   Paul called a halt shortly thereafter.

   "Okay, one more session, and then we'll play a couple of games to top
off the evening.  If you haven't cum yet, please do, but save your second
for later, it figures into one of the games."

   Groans and moans from that around the room.  Interesting, I thought. 
Rely on Paul to come up with something intriguing.  I decided to use the
next session to pump up for whatever he had in mind.

   I was glad to find Whitney waiting for me again as I walked back to my
couch, even though I had the girl the previous night.  She was naked this
night, and had obviously been butt fucked a couple times, judging by her
glowing anus.  This time I was bound and determined to make it a little
redder, but first I let her suckle me for a good long time while I played
with her fun little ass and watched the slim body of Connie wiggle around
on the platform.  She ended up lying back with her ass in the air, a candle
sticking up her butt, burning and dripping wax down to coat her anus while
it twitched and clenched from the sensation.  It was pretty hot, literally,
and got me ready for the final act.

   I decided on hands and knees again, it was Whitney's best profile I
thought, taking her from behind.  I did the same as with Luana, lubing up
both ports, and starting with her pussy, just relaxed strokes in and out,
enough to keep me hard but not pushing for anything.  About five minutes
from the end of the session I switched over to her asshole, making her
groan a little as I entered.  But I didn't pound her or anything, just
lightly pulled her back into me, slapping her cheeks a little and rubbing
her back and sides.  Her skin was so soft and warm, it was just heaven to
be like this.  My cock was throbbing pretty good when Paul finally called a
halt, stiff as wood inside her tight ass.

   Usually the girls would mill around at the various stations, but this
time Paul called them all into the back of the room, where he opened a
large box.  We were all interested in what was going on, and glanced back
into the dark corner as we took care of business.  I could see Paul
fastening a belt around one of the girl's back, and when she turned around
she was sporting a black plastic dick with a round knob on the end.  I
began to get an inkling of what he had in mind.

   The girls stayed in back while Paul entered the center of the circle. 
He reached down and flipped a couple of catches open, which freed the
center platform.  Unplugging the electrical power from the floor, he
wheeled it back out of the way by the bidets, leaving the center of the
floor open.  A couple of the girls apparently need to pee, but the dildo
belts they were wearing didn't interfere, there being no strap underneath
their crotches.  Aha, I thought, you could be buggered while wearing it. 
In fact, all the girls could, and that is of course what Paul had in mind.

   He herded the girls to the center of the floor, and I noticed that the
smallest ones, Kylee, Morgana and Luana, were not wearing belts, and were
situated outside the center gathering.  Paul clapped his hands for
attention.

   "Gentlemen, the girls are going to put on a little show for you now, why
don't you gather around them in a circle so you can see.  Our youngest ones
will be circulating around to give dual hand jobs while you watch."

   The men did as he asked while her arranged the girls in a circle, one
behind the other.  He kept shifting girls in and out of place, the shortest
girls and the tallest across the circle, with the other girls filling in
the places between, so that every girl could line up her knob-ended dildo
to penetrate the girl in front.  The shorter girls had to strain on their
toes, and the tallest had to squat a little, but Paul got them all lined up
and in place to his satisfaction.  I could see the girls had lubed up the
round ends of the dildos, and when the taller girls bent down you could see
lube glistening on their anuses as well.

   "Okay girls," Paul announced.  "Go!"

   At his signal each of the girls tried to bugger the one in front, while
being simultaneously probed from behind.  It was quite comical to watch
them try and arrange themselves, and there were a lot of dildos slipping
and sliding around girl's butts and legs as this went on.  Paul explained
the rules.

   "Once the girls get in place, they have to walk in a circle three times
past me, or they have to start over again."

   I was watching the girls, fascinated by their efforts to get tangled
together, while little Kylee made it around the circle and began to give me
and my neighbor hand jobs, one cock in each hand, tugging away to our
delight.  She worked us over for a few strokes and moved on, and then
Morgana made it to us, doing the same.  This continued while the girls
finally began to make progress, compressing the circle to bring their asses
closer and using their hands to lift on the flap connecting the belt to the
dildo to drive it into the girl in front.  Just as Luana began to pump my
cock they completed the circle, most of the girls moaning and twitching
from the effort.

   "Okay girls, start walking the circle, be sure to keep your cock up the
girl in front or you have to do it again!  Three times around now!"

   The men were urging them on and the noise began to grow louder, mixing
with the heavy breathing and grunting of the girls as they tried to walk
impaled from the rear.  It was obviously very uncomfortable, and several of
the girls were crying.  All of them had broken out in a sweat, and were
squealing and crying out as they slowly circled around the men, a half step
at a time.  I didn't see how they were going to make it three times.

   "Hey you guys, hold your cum, you'll need it for later!" warned Paul. 
It looked like a couple of the guys were planning on beating themselves off
into the circle of girls, but they slacked off, looking disappointed.  I
agreed, thinking it would be cool for all of us to cum on them at once.

   "That's one!" Paul cried out, as the circle complete the first rotation.
The girls were almost all crying now, and the combination of the men
shouting and the girls crying out loud made it sound like a cock fight was
going on in the room.  I barely noticed as one or the other of the little
girls handled my cock, I was so engrossed in the scene.

   Finally it ended, one of the girls stumbled and fell, pulling out of the
girl in front and losing the dildo in her ass, causing a chain reaction of
girls losing their precarious balance, collapsing on the floor in a heap of
girl flesh, black dildos pointing every which way.  Two of the oldest girls
and my Rachel managed to keep their feet, but the rest were hopeless.  Even
Rachel was a mess, tears running down her cheeks and her hair wet against
her forehead from sweat.

   Paul seemed to realize there was no way the girls could recover and
complete the game, so he called a halt, standing the girls up as we jeered
and called out for the game to begin again, the little girls still making
their rounds as we watched.  When Paul had them all on their feet again he
held up his hands for order.

   "Okay girls, you failed to complete three circles, so now you'll pay the
price.  Musical couches!" he announced.

   The guys seemed to think he had struck on a great idea, and applauded
their approval, while Paul helped the girls undo their dildo belts.  The
rest of us decided to get ahead of the game, moving back to sit on our
couches, some of the guys grabbing something to drink in anticipation of
the next game.

   Paul got the older girls to help, and soon had all the belts piled in
the corner to be cleaned up later, and the girls toweled down a little and
back in the center, arranging them in a circle close to the couches.  The
small girls were still circulating, one guy at a time now, giving blow jobs
or handling cocks as the men demanded.  Tegan and Mary had joined the
smaller girls now, leaving one girl in the circle to each man.  It was an
incredible sight, all this girl flesh involved at once.

   "Alright, you other girls stop handling the men and gather over here by
my couch, come on!"

   The five smallest girls got up and ran over to Paul, laughing and
chatting.  I kind of wanted them involved, and so did some of the men,
judging by their groans, but it was Paul's show.

   "Okay, here are the rules.  I'll start the music, and you girls move
around the circle.  When the music stops, you kneel in front of the closest
man and suck his cock like mad.  When the music starts, you get up again
and circle until it stops, and suck the nearest man again.  If you make a
man cum, be sure to pull away and stroke him off so we can all see.  The
man and the girl are then out of the game.  We'll do this for two rounds
and then proceed to hand jobs, then pussies and finally asses.  Let's
begin!"

   This was really going to be interesting.  I could see now why Paul
wanted us to hold back, all of us were involved, men and girls, in a
contest to hold out and get to the pussy and ass circle.  It wasn't going
to be easy, I thought.

   Paul used a remote control to start the background music, and the girls
started to circle, not quite sure of how fast they were to move, bunching
up and pulling apart.  It didn't really matter, when the music stopped they
all had to scramble to find a man anyway.  My first girl was Abby, who
looked this way and that to find an opening, spotted me and knelt down to
suck.  I could see even a cheerful girl like her had been beat up by the
buggering circle, her eyes puffy from crying.

   Once again the men began to shout and urge the girls on, telling them to
suck the other men harder and faster, and we were all laughing at their
attempts to make their neighbor cum first.  Some of the girls had
understood the meaning of the rules better than the others, that they
needed to work fast to make a man cum and get out of the game before they
had to fuck and bugger themselves on all of them.  Abby certainly got it,
sucking me in and out like a steam engine piston, while using her hands to
cup my balls and stroke my shaft.  It was working too, I could feel myself
losing control a little when Paul mercifully started the music.

   "Go girls, dance!" he yelled.  I could see that he was really straining
himself, his cock standing like a rock.  The girls stood up on wobbly legs
and began to circle, wiping their mouths.  So far we were all still in the
game.  The music stopped and I found myself with Nicole between my legs.  I
couldn't think whether to encourage her or not.  She was obviously not
happy and it would have been kind to let her make me cum.  The heck with
that, I thought.  I wanted to get to the ass round, that was where the fun
would be.  I tried my best to avoid thinking about what she was doing to
me, but she was so cute, sucking away with her bangs bouncing.

   "I got Paul!" I heard from across the room.  It was his own Dasha,
ruining her master.  She pulled back and stroked him off, a spurt of cum
rising almost straight up in the air from his cock before falling back to
splash on her hands.  Everyone was cheering and laughing while Paul pounded
on his couch with his hands, cursing.

   This interruption spoiled the game for the rest of the girls, their
intended victims losing concentration to jeer and applaud.

   "Alright you bastards, let's see how long you last.  I bet not too many
get ass!  Let's do one more blow job session.  Dance!"

   The music started again while Paul moved off the edge of his couch to
remove himself from the game, pretending to be mad at Dasha and play
spanking her while she laughed.  It was back to serious business again, and
when the music stopped Marcia dashed over to begin sucking me.

   She was game, but didn't have the really strong technique to pull it
off, and I was able to resist her sucking, enjoying the action, but holding
back.  Suddenly across the circle I heard Abby get her man, it figured.

   "I got one!" she announced, leaning back to stroke her cock for a few
dribbles that proved her case.  Apparently the first shot had ended up in
her tummy.  Her man raised his hand in resignation while we applauded, and
that left seven in the game.  Marcia and I were going to be one of them, as
I resisted the rest of her performance easily until Paul started the music
again.

   "Hand jobs this time, go!"

   The music stopped and Marcia was in front of me again, giving me a quick
glance.  I don't think she cared who's cock she had, she just wanted it to
cum.  She started to stroke my cock with both hands and I reached back for
the lube, dripping it right on top of her hands.  I wasn't about to be
skinned, she would have to slick me off.

   The trouble was, this kind of direct action was very hard to resist. 
Two guys fell in the first round, Whitney and Anne getting their man to
spurt while they jerked like mad.  One of the guys managed to pull away
from Anne, but only because he wanted to spurt some cum on her face, not to
escape.  He was done, and that left five.

   The music started and stopped, and to my surprise Rachel was nearest,
swooping down on me.

   "I'm going to get you," she said, smiling up at me and beginning her
stroke.

   "Dang it," I said, "I can resist."

   "Oh no, you can't!" she laughed.

   The girl was probably right, likely I was doomed.  She really knew how
to get to me of course, having held my spurting organ in her hands about a
few hundred times.  She had the stroke just right, pulling up with her
hands over the tip and forcefully back down, with plenty of pressure, just
liked I wanted her to all those times.  I was trapped in her capable hands,
and I tried anything to think of something else, but I was just about dead
cooked.

   Suddenly I realized Rachel had slacked off, losing her grip and just
brushing by my cock without actually giving it any pressure.  It was still
pretty difficult to contain myself from this light stroking, but I realized
she was trying to help me out, get me to the next round, even though it
meant she would have to use her pussy and maybe her ass next.  I didn't say
anything, making a show of grimacing to avoid cumming, but I knew I would
make it now.

   Not so the guy next to me, as Carol announced her triumph, getting a
nice shot in the face for her reward, which made all of us laugh.  Four
left.

   "Pussies next!" announced Paul as he started the music.  Now the game
would get tougher for the girls, as it was easier to make a man come with
your hands, ask any prostitute who needed to resort to "hand relief" when
her customer couldn't make it.  The music stopped again and I found Nicole
in front of me.

   I leaned back to provide her access, and helped guide her bottom as she
backed up to the couch to impale me, reaching underneath to grab my cock
and insert it.  It took the girls a minute to really get going, although
they were certainly helped by the rigid state of our throbbing cocks.  The
action was great, being jerked off by a pussy like that, but I thought I
could weather it, and did.

   The music started and stopped again, and I had Marcia in my lap one more
time.  She was faltering, I could tell, and I was sure she was doomed to
the ass round.  Fortunately for her, there wouldn't be too many men left,
as my Rachel nailed her man, all her training in bouncing on my cock paying
off big time, as her big ass worked her mark up and down while she balled
her fists and puffed away, yelling in triumph as she felt him spurt,
backing off to catch some in her hands to show the crowd.  I applauded with
everyone else for her sterling effort.

   "Asses!" announced Paul to a general cheer.  Three left now, and I drew
Nicole again for the first round.  She was very tired, and I helped her get
in place, poking her ass with my cock to help her find it as she backed
into it.  She had a tough time impaling herself, and I took pity, lunging
forward and into her as she cried out.  I could see Marcia's man had to do
the same, helping her work.

   Connie was in the best shape of the remaining girls, and dispatched her
man quickly, although even she stumbled as she pulled away, turning around
to get her hands involved on his twitching cock, which could only dribble a
little cum as her man groaned.

   "Switch!" yelled Paul, ignoring the music.  I pushed Nicole off and she
tottered off to the right, still leaned over.  Marcia barely made it to me,
and I had to do all the work for her, holding her up to drive my cock into
her ass, tears flowing down her face.  I looked over at Paul and shook my
head.  No way could these girls finish the game.

   "Alright guys, finish them off, biggest cum wins!"

   Now you're talking, I thought.  I pushed Marcia down on the floor on her
hands and knees, holding her by her waist to prevent her from collapsing,
driving into her ass from above.  The other guy had pulled Nicole up on the
bed and was buggering her prone, her head stuck over the end of the bed, a
grimace on her face.  It was now a race to cum, and I won, shivering Marcia
to her core with one final thrust, and pulling myself out with one hand
while I held her limp body up, getting a nice streak across her back and
some pretty good dribbles on her butt.

   My competitor followed suit pretty quickly thereafter, but screwed up
and pulled out too late, losing his first spurt inside Nicole's butt as he
cursed his luck.  Judging by the rest of his shots he might have won, but
nothing he displayed matched my first cum, and I was declared the winner.

   I helped Marcia up, turning her around and wiping her face, displaying
her cum-streaked back to the cheering audience.  She was still crying and I
soothed her down, hugging her head to my shoulder while the guys went "ahh"
in sympathy.  Nicole was in similar shape, stumbling over to the bidets to
clean herself off and still crying.  He owner went over to help her, and
handled her the same way, stroking her and kissing her.  Marcia's owner
came over and I handed her off to him, giving her a final kiss.

   "Okay girls, your labors are over," announced Paul.  "Guys, let's give
them a big hand, weren't they wonderful?"

   We all clapped like mad, and the girls cheered up quite a bit, all the
guys mingling among them, congratulating them, kissing their favorites and
making a little small talk.  I went over to Nicole and rubbed her on the
back as she got up from the bidet, but she wasn't feeling like being
consoled yet.  I shook her owner's hand and told him how much I admired her
beauty, making sure she heard the praise.  I'm sure she would remember
later, once her wounded pride recovered.

   "Alright, you girls, grab those belts in the back and let's get into the
bathrooms and get them cleaned up.  If you men could strip the sheets off
the couches and bring them over with your used towels and toss them into
this bin, it would be helpful."

   Everyone in the room was busy moving back and forth cleaning things up
and visiting the bathroom or the bar for a final drink or bite to eat. 
Paul and a couple of the guys went into the bathroom to help the girls, and
cop a feel or two, I thought.  It took about fifteen minutes to get
everything in order.  I was left sitting on my stripped couch in my robe
sipping some champagne, with my girls dressed back in their original
clothing, their restraints lying on the floor in front of me.  Satisfied
that things were in place, Paul moved to the center of the room, where the
platform stood again.

   "Gentlemen!" he said, but before he could say anything else, a
spontaneous round of applause started, addressed at him for pulling this
remarkable performance off.  Someone started to sing, "For he's a jolly
good fellow . . .  " and we all joined in, while he smiled and waved his
hands for us to sit down and cut it out.  We didn't let him talk again
until the "Hip, hip hooray!" was down and the applause died out.

   "Alright you clowns, thanks a lot.  Seriously, I appreciate it.  I think
you'll agree this was the best meeting yet, the most guys and the most
girls.  It seems to get better every time."

   More applause started, which he quickly waved down.

   "As you know, it's common at these meetings for trades to occur, and
this year is no exception.  What makes this year unique is that aside from
Kylee, Morgana and Mary, which their owners exempted from the trades, all
of the other girls were involved."

   There was a lot of murmuring and nodding of heads around the circle.

   "I don't know whether this is an exceptional session or the beginning of
a trend, but maybe we're starting to become a kind of community of underage
admirers, sharing the girls around, I don't know.  In any case, I'll now
announce the trades and ask the girls to change places.  This will be the
last time you'll be with your owners, so say your goodbyes now when I call
your name.  First, Abby for my Dasha, girls?"

   Abby was the girl who was last with Kylee, and maybe had been for some
time, judging by her reaction.  Kylee didn't seem upset, but Abby was in
tears, hugging and kissing the little girl.  Her owner consoled her,
assuring her she would be back soon enough, and finally Abby was able to
pull away, Kylee waving "bye bye" to her.  Dasha got a big kiss from Paul,
and met Abby half way, hugging her, and apparently assuring her that she
would take good care of her pet.

   "Okay, a little emotion there, don't worry girls, you'll see each other
soon, I'm sure.  You'll bring Kylee to visit, won't you?"

   Her owner assured Paul he couldn't stay away long from Paul's
hospitality.

   "Okay, next we have a three-way swap, Carol, you and Connie first."

   Carol didn't seem to mind, but Connie was a little upset.  Her owner
hugged her and soothed her, and she and Carol hugged when they met, which
was becoming a custom.

   "Alright, Connie, maybe it will make you feel a little better when you
learn you're staying with me.  Or, maybe not!"

   That got a laugh, which cheered Connie up a little.

   "Whitney my love, give me a kiss, and swap with Connie."

   Everyone oohed their approval as Whitney gave Paul a very passionate
kiss, and shed a few tears as they chatted for few seconds.  She hugged
Connie and so did Paul, welcoming her to his bed and motioning her over to
stand with Abby, who hugged her as well, sharing sorrows.

   "Next, Marcia and Nicole."

   Nicole was the girl with Morgana, but she wasn't as attached it seemed.
They hugged and kissed, but she accepted the move alright, probably it
hadn't been her first.  Marcia was still suffering melancholy from the game
it seemed, and took her place without much emotion, accepting a hug from
Nicole as they passed.

   "Great, okay, another three way to close the evening.  First, Tegan and
Anne, honey give your uncle Paul a big kiss.  Tegan, you can wait for a
second."

   While Paul and Anne were kissing, I turned to Rachel and whispered in
her ear.

   "This is it, you'll be a good girl for me?"

   "I will," she whispered back, giving my a hug.

   "Give Mary a kiss when you're called, OK?"

   "Okay."

   "Good girl.  I'm going to miss you like crazy, but we'll visit in a
couple months."

   "Okay."

   She was taking it fine, it seemed, having resigned herself to it.

   "Alright, take good care of Anne, and all my girls.  Let's wrap it up,
Rachel, you're with me, and Tegan, you know where you belong now."

   The guys all applauded when Rachel walked over to Mary and gave her a
big hug and a long kiss, brushing back her hair and making her promise to
be good.  She and Tegan had a quick hug and a peck on the cheek before she
bounced over to be greeted by Paul, who leaned down to share a few words
with her.

   Tegan walked over and joined me, standing by my side as I hugged her
around the shoulders.  I could see she was a little stunned by this, and
could feel her shivering under my hand.  I rubbed her back and kissed her
on top of the head to soothe her.

   "Alright, that's it!  Let's get the girls ready to be moved.  Girls,
thanks again, see you again in about six months."

   Everyone applauded one more time before we turned to business, cuffing
and chaining the girls before blindfolding them for the walk down the hall.
I spoke to Tegan as I worked.

   "Don't worry, we'll talk in a few minutes before we go to bed. 
Everything will be alright."

   She didn't say anything as I turned her around and brought her hands
together behind her back to be lashed together with a leather cuff that
locked with a belt.  I attached a choke chain around her neck and kissed
her on the cheek before placing the blindfold over her eyes and tightening
the strap in back.  I did the same to Mary, and we moved out into the hall
when Paul gave the signal, stopping to congratulate him on the event again.
It was time for bed and a little chat with my new girl.

   Departure

   I let the girls clean up together when we got back, and Mary climbed
right into bed, tucked herself into a fetal position and went to sleep
while I was still in the bathroom.  When I opened the door Tegan was
standing in the middle of the room, shifting on her feet and wringing her
hands.

   I smiled when I saw Mary in bed.

   "She can go to sleep in seconds, we don't have to worry about waking her
up."

   Tegan glanced around like she didn't know I was talking to her.  I shut
off a couple of the lights and walked over to the bed, sat on the edge and
motioned her over to stand in front of me.  I hadn't taken the time before
to really look her over closely, and started to take inventory of her
charms while I spoke to her.

   "You okay?  You seem a little subdued."

   "Yes sir, I mean . . ."

   "Hmmm?"

   She couldn't think of what to say and just stammered for a second before
clamming up.  I was using my hands to trace down the outside curves of her
little tummy down to where they met the top of her little mouse and the
cute white mons above.  Typical for a little girl's body, the fleshy lips
formed an extended triangle that tucked underneath her, seeming to be
almost glued on to her hips, the separation was so extreme.  As she grew,
those lines would fade and the cunt would fair in with the rest of her
body. Right now you could reach out and take the protruding flesh in your
hand as if was like a small tit.  I liked it a lot, and her skin was so
smooth and silky.

   "Well, you seemed so cheerful the last four nights, much more relaxed
than you are now it seems to me, but not sad, just . . .  uncertain."

   I had to half chuckle at the confusion in her eyes.  What was she
suppose to say?  I ran my hands up and down her legs, marvelling at the
texture.

   "You have the most fantastic skin, it's like warm silk, lovely."

   "Thank you, sir." She smiled a little.

   "That's better.  The man you were with this week, was he your owner?"

   "Yes sir."

   "He didn't kiss or hug you when you parted I noticed, just patted you on
the butt and pointed you towards Paul."

   Silence again, confusion.  I reached behind the girl to fondle her
bottom, sticking my fingers inside her crack and gripping the half moons of
her butt, caressing them.  I was getting hard again from this.

   "So, have you been traded before?"

   "No sir."

   "Really?"

   "No sir." She seemed perplexed, like I was accusing her of not being
truthful.

   "Sorry, it was a rhetorical question, I don't doubt you."

   Confusion again, no reaction.  I moved my hands up her flanks, trying to
come up with words in my mind to describe the feel of her skin.  It was
like she was wearing a body suit made out of spider silk or something, it
didn't feel like skin, not like Mary or Rachel.  It was somehow tighter,
smoother.  I wanted to rub my face in it.

   "Boy, I am really enjoying the feel of your body, I didn't have a chance
before.  I'm sure glad you could join me."

   "Thank you, sir." Another smile.  "Do you want me to . . ."

   "Hmmm?  Oh that, sure, thanks."

   She was referring to my unit of course, hard now against her legs.  She
moved her hand over to stroke it gently.  I thought about what she had
said, just one owner, no trades.  She didn't seem upset about it, not like
the other girls.  I wondered why and was determined to find out.

   "Your owner, how did he treat you, did he sleep with you at night?"

   "No sir," she said, her eyes cast down, concentrating on her work.  "Not
after . . .  "

   "Sex, yes I see.  You slept by yourself in your room?"

   "Yes sir."

   "All alone?"

   "Yes sir."

   "You can sleep by yourself if you want, but usually we all sleep
together at my place."

   She snapped up her eyes to look me in the face.  "Really?"

   "Sure, feels nice, we'll sleep together tonight, see how you like it."

   "Okay," she said, smiling, looking more like the cheerful Tegan.

   "How many times have you been at one of these meetings?"

   "Three times!" she said, her eyes perking up.

   "You liked coming here?"

   "Oh yes, you get to be with other girls sometimes, and people are so
nice to you." She lifted up her eyes as if remembering her experiences. 
"Most of the time," she added.

   I realized I had badly misjudged the little girl.  She wasn't
necessarily the cheerful Tegan I imagined, just very happy to be out of her
solitary prison, with a man who apparently didn't spend much time with her
except to use her as a sex toy, who didn't even give her a hug when she
left him or the first time.  Most of the guys weren't like that, I sure
wasn't.  Okay, I kidnapped and raped the little girls and made them do all
kinds of awful things, so shoot me.  But I did it because I loved being
with them so much, I adored the little beauties so much I had to have them,
even if it meant becoming a hated criminal in the process.  That was
different in my book.



   "Sir?"

   "Hmmm?" I had been lost in my thoughts and didn't notice that she had
something more to say.  "What is it?"

   "Sorry sir, I was just wondering . . .  "

   "Go ahead, what?"

   "Will I be in the same place as Mary?"

   "Sure you will, you'll be together all the time if you like."

   "Oh." She thought some more as she stroked me gently.  I was rubbing her
shoulders and letting my hands run down the front of her chest, gathering
up a little flesh to see how much was there - not a lot!  She was pretty
much flat as a board, you could just squeeze enough together comfortably to
elevate the nipples slightly.

   "Yeah, I'm not home much during the day, so you girls are on your own.
Most nights I'm home, and I always spend time with the girls then. 
Sometimes I stay home all day to play games and stuff."

   "Oh," she said, obviously pleased.

   "You know I won't always treat you kindly.  Remember the game I played
with you when I wouldn't let you pee?"

   "Yes sir," she said, her eyes wide, wondering what that meant.

   "That was pretty uncomfortable I bet."

   No response, just the wide eyes.

   "I do stuff like that sometimes, make you hurt a little.  I like that
now and then.  But I won't really hurt you bad, just for play, understand?"

   "Yes sir."

   I wondered if she did really.

   "Of course, if you don't do what I say, or you don't try hard enough
when I ask you to do something, I will punish you, I'll whip you hard and
it will really hurt.  You understand that?"

   "Yes sir," she replied, her eyes cast down.  "I'll be good."

   I reached up and pulled her head down a little to give her a kiss.  "I'm
sure you will.  Now suck my cock off, will you?  You got me all hot feeling
you."

   "Okay," she said, cheerfully.

   She didn't hesitate either, and seemed to really like her job, kneeling
down in front of me and brushing back her curly hair so I could see,
spending some time licking it up and down before plunging it in her mouth
and starting to move up and down while I held her head in my hands.

   She was really good too, well practiced in the art.  Obviously her owner
had spent some time instructing her at least.  I wasn't sure I would be
able to come, but that was not going to be a problem, she had me urging my
hips up and holding my breath within minutes, searching for that edge over
which I would fall.  She read my mood well and increased the tempo and
pressure to lift me over the top.  When I reached the point of no return I
relaxed and took a few deep breaths, leaning forward to caress her hair and
watch myself cum in her mouth.  She looked up at me to see if I wanted
anything special, but I kept pressure on the back of her head to indicate I
wanted it inside, and she understood.

   I didn't have much to offer, but it felt great, a nice gripping orgasm
with the tip of my penis screaming for mercy in the warm, wet grip of the
girl's tongue until I couldn't take anymore and pulled away.  She let me go
for an instant and then followed me back and sucked me again, staying away
from the tender glans.  I let her work my shaft with her lips for awhile
until I wanted sleep more than sex, and patted her on the shoulder to
indicate we were done.  She let me go and I reached down to pull her up on
top of me as I lay back on the bed, hugging her to me by her bottom cheeks
and telling her what a great girl she was while she smiled and laid her
head on my chest.

   All this time Mary was snoozing away as usual.  It would take an
earthquake to wake her up.  I lifted Tegan up and we went our separate ways
to use the bathroom one more time.  When I opened the door, there she was
again, standing and waiting.

   I walked over and hugged her against my legs again.

   "Why don't you get in bed first, next to Mary.  If you put your arm over
her, she'll tuck her bottom into you.  She loves to be held while she
sleeps."

   "Okay," she said, and climbed in under the sheets in an obviously
excited mood.  She shifted over to where Mary slept and kind of awkwardly
laid next to her, not sure what to do.  Mary, even asleep, solved that
problem, taking Tegan's arm and tucking it into her chest, snuggling into
her.  Tegan broke into a big grin and took up the offer, molding herself to
Mary's back and laying her head down next to hers on the same pillow.  It
was a very cute scene, and I joined them, snapping off the light and laying
next to Tegan, letting a hand run up and down her silky flanks as I
considered the days to come.

   Tomorrow would be a busy day, I thought, swapping clothes and last
minute instructions, getting the girls sedated and loaded into the planes,
flying back home, reversing the process - a lot of work.  But it had
certainly been worth it.  I would miss Rachel, but not only had I fucked
twelve other cuties, I had a brand new one all my own, and a lot of ideas
to think about.  I finally fell sleep and dreamed of little girls.

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