Kate yelped and bucked her hips forward.  The finger probing
her bottom had gone suddenly deeper, and its nail was sharp.  The woman
who violated her there, whose name Kate did not even know, whom she had
not even been introduced to, cupped her bottom cheeks and palmed them
apart.  She seemed to have a single-minded desire to explore Kate’s ass,
right to the core of her body.  Meanwhile, the hands of the guests began
to focus less on each other’s mouths, and to caress and feed (sexually)
the genitals.  A cracker, prepared for a mouth, wound up being rubbed
across a penis instead, smearing its mustard topping along its length. 
A drink, ladled up from the punch bowl, found itself spilt,
intentionally, over a waiting female breast.
         “Yes, you will be the property of others,” Maria told Kate. 
“They will regulate when you pee and when you eat, when you sleep and
when you must be made to feel pleasure, or pain.  You must not think of
yourself as alive anymore, except sexually.  Concentrate on your
appetites.  Put your mind away for a week.  You are your nipples.  You
are your cunny and yes, you are your asshole.”  Maria giggled as Kate
jumped again at the intrusiveness of the finger in her hiney.  “Does it
bother you that it’s a woman who is in your ass right now?” Maria asked
Kate.  “Put aside your conventional morays.  She wants to see what such
a young tight bottomhole feels like before its reamed by all the men. 
Although, surely, she could feel her own, in my opinion, and she’d find
it not so different.”  Maria looked back at her companion in crime and
smiled.  She had white, flashing, perfect teeth.  And lipstick chosen so
it wouldn’t smear.  “But your are lucky she is willing to play in you a
little.  She has small fingers and they can’t hurt you.  She’ll make you
a little bit ready for the men.  You can see how big they are!”  Maria
laughed again, and Kate wondered how many other girls she’d spoken to
this way.  It was, after all, a college town.  Did girls come here every
year, brought by their professors or by some man in the community?  Was
there an annual harvest of young willing flesh?  Was she merely the
latest in a long line of heroines, made to whimper and weep a little,
made to spread and open and offer herself?  Kate did not know.  But the
finger in her bottom, despite being that of a woman, burrowed as eagerly
as any man’s.  How strange to be parted and delved into by a woman! 
Kate could feel her warm breath caressing her back, she could imagine
her bosoms, as large as her own, wobbling on her chest as she worked her
way into Kate’s ass.  And Maria, smiling softly, now raised her crop and
kissed Kate and brought it down smartly across her belly.
         “Oh!” Kate gurgled within her indrawing gag.  She tried to
press her tongue forward, to respond verbally to the sting which struck
her flat tummy, but the gag kept her wordless, except for a little
scream.  Maria hit her again, this time on her thighs.  In each place
now, on her belly and her legs, Kate felt a burning sting, different
from the too-hot warmth in her cunny, but somehow slowly merging with
it.
         The guests, meanwhile, were growing ever more randy.  Still
with one eye on Kate, they fondled each other’s loins freely now.  It
made no difference whether the partner was a woman or a man.  Two women
might pass, hurrying ever more quickly to fetch punch to dip penises in
or spill over breasts, only to pause and kiss each other, and then,
parting a little, eyeing each other with mischievous eyes, they might
pet each other’s pussies.  One girl might jerk as the other proved
unexpectedly shameless in touching her slit.  A finger, permitted only
to touch, would jab instead, then swirl softly and jab again.  The
molested girl would offer up a little cry and try to retaliate.  Her own
softly petting hand would form a little finger-spear and fuck within the
other’s cunt.  Then, realizing they’d gone too far, and their lovers
(who were not their lovers but their new lovers only for this evening),
were still without them, the girls would part.  As quickly as they’d met
they’d separate.  One girl might go and prepare another cracker, perhaps
two, to put over and under and man’s penis and so make him into a
sandwich, while the other girl, moving away, might go fill up a glass of
punch to bathe the cock of her new lover’s penis in.  All was enthusiasm
now, quick footsteps replacing languid, coy ones.  Giggles and laughter
replaced sly smiles and fetching glances.  Tongues licked not at food
anymore but at food put on breasts, on into bottoms.  Men’s testicles
became topping, bulging atop a mustard smeared cracker as one female, or
perhaps two, nibbled at both the cracker and what it supported. 
Crowning all, the penis of each man found itself wedged along its shaft
between two cracker halves.  Girls bit at the crackers and into the
pestle of meat between.  They marveled at how small the crackers looked
in comparison to the big round boner of meat which protruded both fore
and aft from their culinary creations.  All was fun and laughter,
licking, probing tongues and flashing eyes and soft groans as sexual
parts came under attack.
         Kate gazed at it all, wishing she could be a part of it and yet
also glad she was not, for, having only fucked a few boys in her life,
she still fancied herself as modest.  This was an orgy!  This was
something she had never even witnessed before, not even on film (for she
had absolutely no interest in those sorts of pictures).  This was a
feast of flesh.  Even as the partiers played with each other Kate could
see their anxiousness, which, indeed, she felt herself, for every touch
and tonguing awoke new unsatisfied desires.  Petting fingers assuaged
little and awoke more.  You could see it in the men’s faces, delighted
at the females, yet working hard to restrain themselves as the females,
with childlike glee, made free with their organs.  And you could see it
in the girls too, for their hips wiggled exceedingly, even as they
rushed around doing sinful things to each other.  Each joke, each little
prank, brought new flights of desire.  And all around, trampled
underfoot on the floor, lay their clothing.  Bras and panties looked
like fallen birds now, stained by drips of mustard and splashed by spilt
punch, or lying quietly under a lamp table, forgotten in the melee. 
Kate wondered how anyone would dress and go home, if they all ruined
their clothes.  
         One female, a brunette with shoulder-length hair whom Kate
found very beautiful, got up on a chair.  Instead of sitting in it as
she might have in school or at work, she knelt in it, facing into the
back of it, and she leaned forward and explicitly showed off her bare
bottom.  The crowd loved it.  They applauded briefly, pausing in their
own games to admire her brashness and her beauty.  
         A blonde, parting from her own male lover because they both
found the showoff brunette so irresistible, walked up to the girl in the
chair and held her close and kissed her.  Quite freely, as if it were
nothing to go exploring in such a place, she let her hand rove over the
brunette’s plump bottom and poke inquiringly between her cheeks.  The
brunette laughed.  In her nudity she had no protection from such an
intrusion nor, apparently, did she want it.  
         Meanwhile another woman, inspired by the sight of the first two
coupling, sat down on a hassock in front of the chair.  She was as bare
as the first and she leaned backward until her head rested on the
chair.  Naturally, the brunette felt the woman’s hot breath caress her
pussy as the woman lay face up on the chair seat.  The brunette, a
finger already in her asshole, wriggled her bottom as best she could and
accepted two invading tongues at once, one from the blonde who stood
holding her and one from the new woman lying between her legs.  The
woman lying on the seat grabbed the brunette’s slim legs and held them
so she could not escape.  She was impaled now, a finger in her bottom
and one in her mouth and another delving into her pussy.
         The man, meantime, who’d once been coupling with the blonde but
now watched as she kissed the brunette in the chair, grabbed a bottle of
mustard.  He strode around the three girls and squirted mustard on them
from the bottle.  At first they flinched, stopping their naughty games
to see what it was that had struck them.  One girl begged him not to
shoot mustard into her hair.  The man, oblivious, but eyeing the girls
and wanting to love every quivering, shuddering inch of their bodies,
shot his mustard into every small indrawn place that suited his fancy. 
The crack in the bottomcheeks, the curved soft underside of the ass, the
cunny, so sweetly offered between parted thighs.  The girls opened
themselves for each other and the man took advantage of it.  He spewmed
forth his mustard, making the girls yelp as, still busy with each other,
they felt mustard invade their private places.
         The other guests took a moment to admire this spectacle and
then fell back into their own games.  Manicured fingers, usually
spending most days in proper office typing, now stroked long male
penises, getting all sticky as each girl encouraged her man to shoot and
yet, as he well knew, to restrain himself.  The men, so hard and long
and with such demanding erections, nonetheless seemed willing to permit
their female lovers (their new lovers for this night!) to play with them
and coax them.  Penises were washed in cups of punch, only the head
actually fitting into the cup but being bathed completely all the same,
with tongues and gentle kisses, and softly stroking fingers.  Testicles
were dipped, one nut at a time, into steadily-held glasses.  Fond
fingers urged the men to spill and not to spill, both at once, sucking
and prodding and prying and groping.  
         When the girls were not entertaining the men, challenging them
to stay hard despite all the attention they lavished on them, the girls
entertained each other.  The men were treated to a visual feast as the
girls bathed each other’s stiff, pokey nipples and knelt and licked each
other’s cunts.  A girl who’d graduated with honors from college might
kneel and push her tongue into the cunny of a woman who spent her days
sitting on the city council.  All were professional women, Kate
realized, freed at last from the constraints of their jobs and
families.  A woman who had two children doing homework at home might
spread her legs so that a nubile newly-married female could invade her
bottomhole with her tongue.  None knew the others, Kate realized, except
through Maria.  This was their first night together and, most probably,
their last.  They’d exchanged first names only; tomorrow they would be
back in their homes or at work, guilt-free, not knowing who exactly it
was who tongued their asshole last night or made them stand still while
spilt punch was licked from their nipples.

                                   NAKED AT THE NEWSSTAND
                                                by holy joe

Club Confidential, April 1998, $5.99.  Paragon Publishing, Inc., P.O.
Box 380, Sandy Hook, CT 06482.  No web site listed.

         Review:  Do you like female bottoms?  Then you’ll love this
issue’s feature, “Pussy Play.”  One of the all-time great bottom scenes
is shown on page 73.  It features one girl mounted on top of the other,
on a bed.  Both of them are kneeling.  They’re both bent all the way
over.  With their bottoms lifted high, one girl kisses the (facial)
cheek of the other girl.
         Wow!
         Some females say a magazine like this is “just a fantasy.”  But
yesterday, buying groceries, I saw a female who looked exactly like
Tiffany Taylor!  The only difference was that she was a blonde, instead
of a brunette.  Also, Tiffany has a prettier face.  Otherwise, though, I
swear-- from the top of her head right down to her toes, the girl was a
precise copy of Tiffany!
         Another girl I wouldn’t mind seeing a clone of is this month’s
Club Confidential centerfold.  Her name is “Stacy.”  I’ve been seeing
this girl on and off for several years now.  (In magazines.)  She is
just as pretty in this latest pictorial as the very first time I saw
her.  What a great scene it would be if she and Tiffany did a pictorial
together!  Two brunettes, both beautiful.  Would one be more dominant
than the other?  Perhaps they’d have to wrestle in hot oil to find out!
         Also in this issue is “Sharon and Jo.”  (Page 7.)  Sharon needs
a physical exam, but doesn’t want to go to an impersonal hospital to get
it.  So, instead, she visits a private physician.  The female doctor
provides a big bed for her to lie on.  Against the far wall a coal
furnace heats the room, to keep Sharon’s nude body warm during the
inspection.  
         Because there could be a slight mess as a result of the exam,
Sharon is given a pink towel to put between herself and the bed sheet. 
To help her feel at ease, despite being stripped naked, the doctor lets
Sharon keep on her little white socks.
         Then the exam proceeds.  Everything has to be checked.  The
doctor coats Sharon’s breasts with baby oil in order to do a breast
exam.  Then she has Sharon lie on her tummy in order to probe her
bottom.  Finally, the doctor has Sharon lie on her back, with her legs
drawn up like an infant, so she can have complete access to her vagina!
         Are you worried that Sharon might be hurt during her exam? 
It’s understandable.  Medical equipment can be quite hard and
inflexible.  Since this is a totally private exam, the doctor tells
Sharon she’s going to do all the probing with her tongue!  Watch as the
doctor pushes into Sharon’s cunt with her tongue.  Then, finding that
part of Sharon o.k., the doctor does a tongue exam of Sharon’s butthole.
         Sharon, impressed by the gentleness of such a thorough exam,
expresses an interest in becoming a doctor herself.
         “Why wait?  You can examine me and begin your education today,”
the doctor tells Sharon.
         The two females descend into bliss, each striving to check the
other’s privates as deeply and thoroughly as they can.
         Another great issue from Club Confidential!