The Girls Of 1969

Most of the playmates of 1969 were already in the large dressing room at the mansion and the room was buzzing with excitement. The girls were giggling and teasing each other as they wriggled into bunny costumes; the girls who actually worked as bunnies helped the others get into the revealing outfits. Nobody had told them what was going on except that it was a special event with a special guest. Three of the bunnies would be picked for a private New Year’s Eve party being arranged by a mysterious millionaire.

When Nancy McNeil limped into the room supported by Claudia Jennings there was a buzz of concern as the
other girls gathered around them. “Don’t worry,” Claudia chuckled, “We spent the night with You Know Who.”

Now the buzz was louder, with some girls expressing their approval and giving the exhausted Nancy knowing glances. Others were now even more concerned, either remembering their sessions with YKW with some regret or worrying about the rumors and that their turn was coming up.

You Know Who was a famous basketball player who spent a lot of time at the Chicago Mansion. He had a reputation for picking off each playmate one by one, working his way through the calendar. Lately he had been working with Claudia; she enjoyed leading the unknowing girls into the basketball player’s lair. He had enough energy to keep Claudia and whatever playmate she selected going all night. Some of the catty girls wondered out loud when she slept since she was busy with You Know Who all night and managed to spend most days in the publisher’s bed.

He also had a reputation for giving the girls a long and strenuous workout. Some girls loved it and some didn’t; it had been a rite of passage among the playmates for years. He even had a small room set aside for his activities. The room was almost too small to contain his 7’1″ frame along with the narrow bed and whatever hapless beauty he had drawn into his control.

Nancy was one of the ones who clearly had enjoyed herself. She gave her girlfriends a satisfied but tired grin and she couldn’t let go of Claudia’s hand.

Claudia laughed and brushed the crowd of gorgeous girls away from Nancy. “We’ll tell you all about it later. Now we have to get dressed.” She pulled two costumes off the rack.

When everybody was finally dressed they arranged themselves in calendar order with Miss January, Leslie Bianchini, in the lead and Miss December, Gloria Root, at the end. They paraded down the hall still smiling but struggling to control their giddiness as they displayed their gorgeous shapes. They passed a gauntlet of photographers on their way into the living room.

Helena Antonaccio, Miss June, was almost skipping along with excitement. She kept turning around and grinning at Shay Knuth, Miss September, who had been like a big sister to her. Helena had her fingers crossed that they would be picked together.

Miss March, Kathy MacDonald, was excited too but also nervous. She blinked shyly as the cameras flashed. She had loved being a playmate but had been a little embarrassed when it came time to strip off her clothes. Her centerfold had captured both her delight in her shining body and her shy and gentle nature. Sometimes these parties at the mansion got a little out of hand and Kathy would leave. She preferred to go off alone with someone rather than participate in the more wild orgies.

Shay winked at Helena whom she really loved, but her eyes were, in fact, glued to the way Kathy’s perky little bottom wiggled in the bunny outfit. She hadn’t realized until now just how delicious Miss March was.

The living room had been rearranged so that there was plenty of room for the girls to line up. The twelve playmates were facing large bright spotlights that made it difficult for them to see the shadowy figures behind the white glare.

They could hear the familiar voice of the publisher. “Hello girls, thank you all for coming tonight. You all look lovely. As you know three girls are going to be picked to be guests at a very special New Year’s Eve party. Now the gentleman here with me prefers to be anonymous, and he asked me to tell you that he’d love to pick you all, but he has very specific needs. If you’re not picked, it’s not because you’re not gorgeous and sexy. He just needs a certain kind of girl.” The girls were standing shoulder to shoulder and if one moved, it sent an electric pulse down the whole line. Right now all the girls were primping and jiggling and smiling seductively.

The voice continued. “All right, as I call your names I want each of you to step forward and turn around slowly. We have your photo spreads here so we know what you look like.” There was slight giggling among the girls. “We just want to take each one of you in.”

Each month was called out and each girl did a slow turn. When Miss March was called Kathy stepped forward shyly and looked at the floor as she turned. “Thank you, Kathy. Could you give us that lovely smile of yours?” Kathy smiled demurely and then stepped backwards into the line.

Miss June, Helena Antonaccio laughed and wiggled her fluffy little cottontail at the audience during her turn and she heard a satisfied chuckle from beyond the lights. She returned to the line, her heart racing with hope of being picked.

After all the girls had presented themselves there was a pause while the men behind the lights talked quietly among themselves. Then the publisher spoke again. “Ladies, we’d like you rearrange yourselves in size order.” The girls quickly complied. Helena squealed with delight when she found herself next to Shay. The two girls held hands and pressed their thighs together trembling with excitement.

“Thank you ladies. Now, I know this in unusual, but I’m going to ask you all to put on these blindfolds.” Even as he spoke the satin cloth masks were being passed along the line. The girls were hesitant but intrigued. The room seemed to get very quiet once the girls couldn’t see anything. They could hear the sound of the spot lights shutting down and they sensed the other lights in the room being dimmed. They could hear footsteps slowly approach them.

The girls were still tightly pressed together, shoulder to shoulder, and the whole line could sense Leslie Bianchini moving slightly and heard her whimpering. Suddenly there was a stark silence as Leslie’s body seemed to shake rapidly, then she let out a long satisfied sigh.

After a short pause the next girl in line, Lorrie Menconi, began to thither and squeal. “Oh, ooooh, ahhhh, oooohhhh!” she moaned as her body writhed. Kathy could feel the intensity of Lorrie’s twisting body as the girl next to her, Claudia Jennings, struggled to keep her body next to the moaning girl. Lorrie let out a final sharp yelp and giggled. Then there was silence again.

Kathy sensed the man’s approach to Claudia. She heard the girl moaning quietly and suddenly Kathy felt Claudia slide down toward the floor; she had the sense that the playmate was being pushed down to her knees.

There was no doubt as all the girls heard sucking and slurping sounds and Claudia’s muffled groans of pleasure. Kathy could feel Claudia’s hair brushing against her thighs as it bobbed up and down. The shy young blonde rocked back and forth nervously, knowing she was next for whatever the man had in mind. Now Claudia was gagging and swallowing loudly. There was a loud popping noise as her lips apparently released what had been in her mouth. Kathy felt Claudia being pulled up to her feet. The girl was unsteady for a moment and then she leaned against Kathy’s bare shoulder. Kathy was now shaking and whimpering, waiting for the man to make his move.

She felt him standing in front her and she jumped slightly as his hands rested on her bare shoulders. Kathy was whimpering loudly now and trembling violently. The hands ran down her sides tracing her shapely curves. They went past her thighs stopping above her knees. Kathy could feel the warmth and strength of his fingers even through her panty hose. The hand then started up her legs and paused at the top of her hips where the bunny costume began. Slowly and deliberately the fingers began to push under the edge of the skin tight costume, digging into the creamy flesh of her plush bottom. At the same time his pelvis was grinding into hers. She continued to whimper as she felt his moist warm breath on her neck. Suddenly he pulled his hands away and released her. Kathy let out a sob as she realized he was finished with her.

The man continued down the line of blindfolded girls; each one had a different experience. Most of the girls let out sounds of pleasure but there were a few tears too. Lorna Hopper cried openly and the girls heard soothing voices guide her away. Debbie Hooper came just before Helena and it was clear from her loud shrieks that whatever had been done to her brought her to orgasm.

When her turn came Helena squeezed Shay’s hand desperately. She felt arms wrap around her small frame and draw her in for a kiss. His hands went down to her crotch and one finger slipped under the fabric. Even blindfolded she could sense that she and the man were almost exactly the same size. The finger tugged her torso against his, pressing his bulge against her pussy as if measuring her lovely body against his.

Their embrace broke and Helena reluctantly drew her tongue out of his mouth with a giggle. She felt the arms wrap around Shay and she heard some whimpering and groaning. Shay gave her hand a final squeeze and let go. Then Helena heard a sound that made her and the whole line tremble.

First there was the excruciatingly slow unzippering of Shay’s bunny costume. Shay was whispering seductively. “Mmmm, that feels so good. Do you like these? Mmmm,” she moaned to the sound of her nipples being sucked. Then there was the sound of the satin costume sliding off of her buxom body and hitting the floor. Helena felt Shay stepping out of the costume and then lost contact with her.

There was a sound of passionate kissing and moaning, then the sound of the nylon panty hose being pushed off of Shay’s hips. More kissing, then the soft sound of bodies sliding to the floor.

There was an awesome silence and then a gentle wet sound; the girls all knew that they were hearing fingers swimming inside Shay’s flooding pussy. The girls were all rocking softly and letting out little muffled moans themselves. Suddenly they heard Shay give a quick startled screech and begin to plead with the man taking her body. “Oh, God, ooohh, more, please more… don’t stop, oh, yeah baby, ooohh, oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, so good, so hard, love me baby, oh yeah, ohhhh.” She kept moaning and whimpering and the girls could feel the energy of the man pushing in an out of her; they could hear the wet sound of skin against skin. Suddenly Shay stopped and gasped, letting out a long low breath while there was still the noise of him pumping into her; then she began to scream wildly. There was the sound of her feet pounding the floor. “Yes, come in me, come on baby, come in me, you’re so good, so hot. I feel you burning me up. Ohhhh, I’m coming, coming with you baby, oooooooo.”

Most of the girls were sobbing with her and after a few moments the room was still except for the sound of Shay’s shallow breathing. Helena had been stroking her own pussy over the fabric of her costume and she struggled to recover herself.

As Shay’s moans faded the man went down the line and fondled the last two playmates. All the girls were dizzy and swaying, unsure of what had just happened to them. The publisher’s voice seemed to come from far away. “Thank you ladies; we’ll let you know the choices shortly.” The girls began to pull off their blinds. Each girl was in a different state of disarray. Some had their costumes pulled away, revealing their succulent breasts, others just had their hair mussed up. Shay was on the floor completely nude. Helena ran over to her and covered her face with kisses. The two embraced and Shay pressed her lips on Helena’s mouth and their tongues ran together frantically.

The other playmates were hugging and kissing each other and nobody had noticed that Kathy was missing.

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Kathy stood at one side of a large round bed. She was nervously chewing on the nail of her thumb and with her chin pressed to her chest she was looking with up with wide eyes at the man on the other side of the bed.

She was still dressed in her golden yellow bunny costume. She was trying to run through her mind how she got here. Everything from the time she heard Shay making love on the floor of the living room was a blur. When the man was finished with all the girls in the line the publisher started speaking but Kathy felt someone grab her hand and lead her away. The blind fold was still over her eyes as she was led down the hall and soon found herself in the master bedroom.

With quaking hands she removed the blind and blinked as she adjusted to the dim light. She recognized the room immediately but the man across the bed was a complete stranger. He was extremely short, perhaps an inch less then her 5’4” and he had thick glasses and a droopy mustache.

He just stood there quietly watching her. “Hi,” Kathy breathed out huskily. The man just nodded. “I’m a, umm, a…a little nervous,” she whispered softly. Again he nodded. “Was that you making love with Shay?” Another nod. “She’s so beautiful and sexy. I wish I could be like her. I wish I could make….” Kathy’s voice trailed off as she felt herself weakening under his steady gaze.

He took a step to his left and Kathy did too, careful to keep the bed between them.

“Why am I here?” Kathy asked nervously. The only response was a slight smile. Now they were pacing around the circular bed, watching each other carefully. Kathy paused and so did he. She looked at him standing there drinking her up with his eyes. “Are we…are we…going to make love?” she finally gasped.

He nodded one last time and stretched his hand out across the bed. Kathy sighed and lifted her hand up to his. He grasped it firmly and drew her close. As she crossed the bed on her knees she kicked off her shoes.

He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her into his lap. He looked up at her bunny ears and allowed that slight, slim smile to appear. Kathy’s eyes rolled up and she grinned. “Yes, they are silly aren’t they?” She pulled the ears off and shook her long straight blonde hair. She felt his hand rest on her thigh and softly move up her hips. The fingers came to the ties holding closed the lacing at the sides of the costume. He lightly twirled the ends in his fingers. Kathy looked down at his hand and softly touched it. She rested her head on his shoulder and watched as he slowly drew the string straight out. She could feel the tightness of the costume relaxing and she sighed with submission, shifting her body in his lap so he could do the other side.

With the laces undone there was room for his hand to slide in comfortably; she remembered how he squeezed his fingers in earlier to fondle her ass. Now the fingers glided over the dark nylon tights until they rested on her swelling pussy lips. She lifted her head and kissed him, her eager tongue signaled her yielding to his desires and her own. Her fingers ran through his hair and pressed his face against the sweet swell of her heaving breasts.

Now his fingers were caressing and pressing her pussy through the tights and her hips were gyrating in his lap. Even through the costume she could feel the bulk of his manhood expanding against her rear. He kissed the tops of her breasts and then their tongues intertwined again. Suddenly she growled deeply as a flash of pleasure exploded off his fingers pressing firmly against her clit. She smiled at him and stretched like at cat spreading herself face down on the bed.

He gently lifted her soft blonde hair and undid the stiff collar holding the little bow tie and tossed it away. He softly kissed the back of her neck and then began to kiss his way down her spine. With one hand he started to tug on the zipper, slowly spreading apart the satin. Her milky white skin glowed in harmony with the golden yellow of her costume. He kept kissing the soft flesh of her back as she mewed and purred with contentment. When he got to the base of the zipper he reached in, pushing his hand between the tights and her succulent skin. As he squeezed her ass, she lifted her hips , knowing what he wanted but unsure if she could let him.

He brought his hand back up her smooth back and reached into the costume to cup her full and tender breasts. Now she lifted her torso to make it easier for him to fondle her. She could feel the weight of him on top of her as he pressed her mounds together and leaned in to kiss her throat and ear. She found his tongue with hers and drew it into her mouth. Then she squealed and rolled out from under him.

Kathy sat up and the costume hung loosely off her breasts. She watched his eyes as she dropped the front and her luscious nipples sprang out invitingly. She swiveled her hips as she pushed the satin down off her body. In a moment it was on the floor. Kathy’s eyes sparkled with mischievous innocence; her cheeks flushed with pride as he admired her phenomenal body, but the redness across her chest revealed her embarrassment too.

Kathy lay on her back in nothing but the dark tights; her bush and swelling pussy could be seen clearly. Her firm, flat belly fluttered in and out; her delicious breasts spread into two creamy scoops of sweet moist flesh. Her eyes closed and she stretched her body. Lifting her hips towards him she purred seductively.

The man was still dressed in a shirt and pants as he lay down next to her. Placing a hand on her hip he rolled her towards him. She opened her eyes slightly and they kissed again. As they kissed Kathy’s fingers nimbly undid the buttons of his shirt, then tugged on the belt until it opened. Finally she opened his zipper and let her soft warm fingers glide in to caress his throbbing shaft. She stroked it gently for a few moments then pulled her hand out in order to get his pants down over his hips.

Once his shaft was out he pushed her onto her back again. His hands started to roll down the pantyhose, revealing her white skin. The nut brown curls of her bush came into view and they were already dewy with her juices.

She lifted each leg in turn and he pulled the tights off her feet. At the same time he tossed away his shirt. Kathy lay on her back rocking her body slightly; the soft mass of her gorgeous breasts jiggled with promise; her hips were twitching in anticipation.

The man climbed on top of her, covering her body with his. His mouth covered hers then moved down as he squeezed her nipples together and covered her chest with little nibbles and bites. The tip of his shaft rested against her pussy lips and she felt its heat. She continued to rock against him and as his hand moved down her belly to find her clit she thrust up to capture herself on his cock.

As soon as his shaft impaled her mouth opened in a silent scream. Her back arched and her feet slid up and down the bed allowing her legs to caress his. He pushed in with all his weight, feeling the tight squeeze of her sheath wrapped around him. He pulled out and watched her eyes roll in her head as it twisted back and forth in a joyful agony.

He lunged in again, then pulled out. Kathy was following his thrusts with her body. He began a steady drive to fill her up with him, thrusting in and out, each dip into her going further towards forcing her over the edge. Kathy was biting her lower lip and moaning; her hands were scratching up and down his back.

The man’s cock seemed to get larger with each thrust into Kathy’s tight, tender body. She was bucking and twisting against him and each thrust caused sparks to flash in her gleaming eyes. A blaze of lust burst across her face with each lunge into her, and a pleading innocence was revealed in her eyes with each stroke out of her.

Her belly slapped against his as she kept throwing her body up, forcing his cock in deeper and deeper. She felt the tip of the impaling shaft glow red hot and she sobbed as the man began to fill her with a steady flood of hot lava. Kathy lifted her head in surprise at the sensation of him pouring into her. Her mouth opened and at that moment her body erupted into flames of bliss. She rolled and thrashed and twisted uncontrollably, digging her nails into him, her legs beating against his back. She lifted her entire body up into him, then fell back with thud letting out a deep huff of moist breath. Her eyes rolled up in her head and she could see nothing, feel nothing except the sweet burn of him igniting every cell of her body.

When she awoke later she was back in her own bed at the mansion and Shay was pulling a blanket up over her. Shay saw her open her eyes and she leaned down and kissed them. “Go back to sleep darling,” Shay whispered, “We were picked for the party.”

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New Year’s Eve 1969 found three diminutive and stunningly beautiful woman riding in a limousine from the Playboy Mansion in Chicago to the Palmer House, one of the most exclusive hotels in the city. All three were blonde and all three had almost exactly the same dimensions: about 5’3” and 36-24-34. While their measurements seemed mathematically alike, their bodies offered three different forms of feminine beauty and pleasures. One was serious with a soft round face, framed with short light blonde hair; her hips were wide and her body soft and plush and cuddly. Her lips were full and pouty and her brown eyes could seduce you with their steady gaze.

Next in the delightful trio was a strawberry blonde with sparkling, warm eyes. Her hair covered her shoulders but hung over her eyes in bangs; her soft skin glowed pale and revealed a few freckles. She seemed wholesome and fresh but when she caught you in her glance you wanted nothing less then complete possession of her supple body.

The third was wild and animated; her tender body lithe with breasts as perky as her spirit. Her hair hung straight down over her shoulders, parted in the middle but always flying as she chattered away waving her hands expressively. Her seductive look was a big grin with wide eyes dancing and inviting you to jump on top of her, that is, if she didn’t jump you first.

All three wore simple dresses cut the same to emphasize that they were a carefully matched set. Thin straps held up halters that barely covered their well formed breasts, their backs were bare and the skirts of the dresses hugged their hips and were short enough to reveal plenty of thigh. The gowns were a loud paisley design which was stylish in 1969 but the dresses don’t matter. They wouldn’t be wearing them for long. Each girl was wrapped in a shawl for protection against the harsh Chicago winds but the limo was also well heated. And the beauties were snuggling up with each other for both warmth and pleasure.

Shay was in the middle. She had a hand on the thigh of each of the other two girls. She and Helena had already enjoyed each other several times, and in fact, she had sort of a crush on the silly young thing. They had never had a man together so tonight was going to be interesting.

On her other side was Kathy who was unknowingly seducing Shay with her fresh and innocent looks. Kathy was as shy and quiet as Helena was loud and vivacious. Helena could tell that Shay was hungry for Kathy but she didn’t mind at all; in fact, she was hoping for a threesome later, not including whatever they would be doing with the mysterious man they were about to visit.

The man had selected them to come to his party but the girls soon learned that it would just be the three of them up with him in his suite at the Palmer House. Each one had a different emotion as they pondered what they were doing. Shay had already been ravaged by him while she was blindfolded. He stripped her and had her body right on the floor of the living room of the Playboy Mansion; she wanted a repeat performance with her eyes open.

Helena kept thinking about the way he had measured her body against his, checking to see how the distance from her mouth to her pussy compared to the distance from his mouth to his cock. It was a perfect fit and it was 1969 after all. She licked her lips thinking about what was to come.

Kathy had made love to him once already but knew that he believed that he had unfinished business with her. The way he had squeezed and fondled her bottom indicated what he wanted from her. She’d never done anything like that and wasn’t sure she could now. Still she allowed herself to be swept up into his suite.

The limo approached the Palmer House and drove around to the back where there was an underground garage. The car stopped by a private elevator. A doorman was waiting there for the girls with instructions to send them straight up. He helped them out and guided them to the lift. He almost whistled when he saw the three shapely pairs of legs step out. Helena noticed his lust and brushed her hand over his crotch cooing “Happy New Year buster!” then she leapt into the elevator and felt herself flying up to the top of the hotel. She squealed with excitement and squeezed the hands of the other two.

“Behave yourself, Helena,” Shay admonished but the perky little girl only tisked.

“It’s New Year’s Eve! Time to get wild!” she sang out.

“You’re wild every night. Maybe tonight’s a night to be calm,” said Kathy rolling her eyes.

Before Helena could respond the elevator doors opened. The private elevator opened directly into the luxurious suite. They entered to find the room decorated with candles and soft lighting. Wine was chilling in several buckets and a wide variety of food was arranged on a long table. The couch was long and wide and shaped like an ‘L.’ Off to one side double doors opened on a bedroom which contained a massive bed. There was even a fireplace with a bearskin rug in front of it. Both Kathy and Shay trembled slightly, pondering the bed and what they’d be doing in it.

Helena simply clapped her hands and skipped over to the wine and quickly poured three glasses. “Our guest doesn’t seem to be here but I’m sure he means for us to get started.” She bounded back and handed each girl a drink. The crystal glasses clinked together signaling the start of the party.

Helena threw her drink back in one gulp and grinned as she licked a little dribble off her lips.

“So Shay, which one of us are you going to do first?” she asked with a hand on her hip.

The other two shouted at the same time. “What!” Kathy gasped, not realizing that Shay would be interested in anything like that. “Helena!” Shay moaned with exasperation but secretly pleased that the cat was out of the bag finally.

But Helena couldn’t be stopped; she laughed and poured some more wine, and after gulping hers down she pulled the string on her halter and let her firm and juicy breasts come tumbling out. She stepped out of the dress proudly, and in an act of defiance she kicked it into the fireplace and shouted with delight as it burst into flames.

Before either of the others could react she had undone Shay’s halter and pushed her dress down letting it fall at her feet. She tugged on the string of Kathy’s halter but the shy girl twisted away which only served to pull the knot open and letting the halter fall and hang around her waist.

“Hey, we’re playmates. We’re supposed to be naked. Give me a kiss Shay.”

Helena wrapped her arms around Shay and kissed her, prying open her lips without much effort. As Shay’s tongue met Helena’s Shay’s brown eyes were watching Kathy, her eyebrows arched in a question.

Kathy stared for a moment as the two beauties embraced in front of her. She felt a slight tingle between her legs and she had to admit that both girls did look delectable. Helena’s eyes suddenly narrowed and the grin on her mouth pulled in to form the closest she could get to a serious pursing of her lips. She quietly stepped over to Kathy and took her hand. She kissed Kathy’s palm and moistened it with her tongue.

“Shay is so lovely, isn’t she? And she’s the best. She tastes so good and when she gets her hands on you…wow! You know she wants you, you lucky girl. Why don’t you watch us?” Taking her hand and then taking Shay’s, Helena walked backwards leading the others to the flaming hearth.

Kathy sat down and tucked her knees under her chin. She still had the skirt on. Shay and Helena knelt in front of the fire and stared at each other. Slowly their fingers ran lightly, gentle as the touch of a flower, over each other’s skin. The flames warmed their bodies but the heat of their finger tips was even more intense.

Helena may have started things but Shay quickly took control. Her gaze seemed to hypnotize Helena. Shay’s hands came over the young girl’s breasts and she squeezed them into funnels, pulling and pinching on the nipples. She leaned forward and covered one breast with her mouth. She used one hand to stroke Helena’s back. The other held the breast firmly. Her mouth moved back and forth between the two delicious mounds.

The hand running up and down Helena’s back came around and across her belly. It fluttered down like a leaf, resting above Helena’s bush. A finger flicked out and lightly scooped up some drops of her dew. Shay brought her hand up and licked her fingers. The hand fluttered down again and picked up some more of the girl’s sweet juices. Up and down floated the hand, each time probing more deeply inside of Helena.

The giddy girl, meanwhile, was mashing and kneading Shay’s pliable mounds. The older girl’s breasts seemed huge but they were soft and plush and their velvety touch sent tingles down Helena’s spine. At the same time her mauling of Shay was causing the short haired girl to rock back and forth with pleasure.

Suddenly Shay glanced over at Kathy who was watching them with misty eyes. Shay smiled then took Helena’s hand into her mouth. Finally she guided the hand down and wriggled her body onto the fingers. At the same time, she drove her hand up and inside of the tender young girl. Both beauties groaned and put their free hands on the back of the other’s neck. They kissed wildly, licking and sucking, wrestling with their tongues, as their fingers sent their bodies into an orgasmic orbit. Helena began to growl and groan like a wild beast; Shay was howling out, “Oh yeah, right there, more baby! Oh, God, oh oh oh God! I love you baby, fuck me baby, ooohhhh, more, please keep it going baby. Am I doing you good, am I fucking you baby? more… don’t stop, oh, yeah baby, ooohh, oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, ooooo fuck yeah!!!” Shay was bouncing up and down on Helena’s hand and loosing control; both girls fell backwards but kept their hands stretched out and writhing inside each other. Shay pulled herself forward and pushed Helena to the floor. Their breasts were pressed into each other and their hips were grinding against one another driving their hungry hands in deeper. They covered each other’s face with kisses.

Helena came first, screaming and twisting, gripping Shay’s hair in her hand. When Shay came it was with a deep silence, her body still, every muscle in the grip of the climax racing through her; she shook like a wild mare. When they finished they lay in each other’s arms and turned to Kathy who was shaking herself.

“That was…that was…beautiful.”

Helena smiled at her and smiled at Shay. “I have to tell you that once Shay gets going there is no end. You’d be doing me a big favor by taking a turn.” She squirmed out from under Shay and stood. Her body glistened in the light of the fireplace and a last shiver of bliss ran through her. She took Shay’s hand and lifted her up. Then she helped Kathy rise. She pressed both their hands together. “Why don’t you two break in the bed while I wait for our host.”

Kathy looked into Shay’s inquiring eyes and nodded her assent. Hand in hand they glided to the bedroom.

Helena looked around the room for a second and then jumped across the room shouting after the other two girls. “Wait!”

They turned to her and wondered what she wanted. Helena rushed over with a bottle of wine and two glasses. “You may get thirsty,” she said with a laugh.

Helena didn’t have long to wait. The elevator door opened and the mysterious little man walked out. He could hear the moans in the bedroom and he nodded with approval. Then he saw the beautiful nude Helena strolling towards him.

“Happy New Year!” she giggled.

Suddenly there was a shout from the bedroom, “Oh baby, I’m coming!!! OOOOOOOOOO!!” Helena smiled and said, “Looks like those girls are ahead of us. Want to catch up?” She was in front of him and jammed herself against him and kissed him deeply. She worked rapidly to pull off his clothes then led him to the couch.

She picked up her sweet blossoming breasts and offered them to him. “Do you like these?” He responded by fondling them and kissing them. She reached down and held his cock as it stood erect and ready.

Helena loved the sensation of his mouth on her nipples but she wanted more. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” She pushed him back onto the couch and twisted her body until she was head to toe with him. “It’s the year of Sixty nine!” she squealed with delight.

Her pink tongue stretched out and licked his inner thigh, working one side and then the other. Then she flicked it over his balls, finally drawing them into her mouth and rolling her tongue all over them. Gripping both cheeks of his ass she began to lick up the shaft, first one side, then the other. She rested the tip of her tongue against the burning tip of his cock and twirled it around. Slowly she parted her lips into the shape of his shaft and drew it into her throat.

He had her delicious pussy in front of him and he looked down his body taking in her belly and her firm breasts brushing against his stomach. He watched for a moment as her tongue danced over his cock. Then his own tongue darted out and into her pussy. His hands squeezed her plump little fanny, pulling her pussy into his mouth. She tasted so good as her sweet juices flowed down his throat.

Helena’s soft blonde hair danced around her head as she pumped up and down his shaft sucking and pulling to give him maximum pleasure. At the same time she felt his tongue driving into her and building up an orgasm. She sensed his seed gathering at the base of his shaft and she squeezed it tightly to keep it in until she was ready.

She wriggled her body over his face guiding him to her most sensitive spots and she struggled to get the tip of shaft deep against the back of her throat. As her orgasm burst open she released her hold on his cock and his hot seed flooded down into her causing her to gag and gasp for air even as her loins melted and trembled in his mouth.

Helena was insatiable. As soon as her first orgasm ebbed she twisted herself around on the couch and sat in the man’s lap. She nibbled at his neck while she reached down to stroke his exhausted cock. Slowly and steadily she brought it to life. Both were stimulated by the groans still floating from the bedroom.

Once he was erect Helena turned and straddled his lap with her back to him. Across the room they could watch themselves in a mirror.

Helena watched herself in the glass as she lifted herself above his lap. She held his cock firmly and pointed it straight up into her tiny body. She grinned watching his hands come around to fondle her breasts and she tingled at the sensation of her nipples getting rock hard under his palms.

The two sat there for a moment, Helena lightly stroking up and down his rod with one hand and she pleasured her clit with the other, the man pressing and rolling her breasts under his hands. They watched themselves in the mirror and then Helena’s grin widened.

“OK, here come the fireworks!” The tip of his cock was pushed between the swelling lips of her pussy. She reached around to pull his head in for a kiss. As their tongues made contact she abruptly plunged herself onto the shaft. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she lifted herself in rapid up and down movements, running her tight sheath along the tender veins of his pulsating rod.

In the glass they watched her breasts bounce and dance as her pumping became more and more frantic. Her pussy was tight and juicy and she squeezed her thighs together tightening her grip on him.

Laughing wildly she tossed her hair back and forth, letting it dance in the light of the candles. His shaft kept expanding inside her and she began chanting and babbling, “Come on baby, come on baby, you can do it, yeah baby, do I feel good? Come on baby, come on, oh, I’m coming baby, you’re making me come baby, ooooo, yessssss!” He shot into her and she bounced up one last time before collapsing in his arms.

But still Helena wasn’t done. She squirmed off his lap and led him to the bedroom.

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You may wonder why the mysterious man picked these three treats out of the twelve delightful playmates of 1969. Certainly Leslie Bianchini was a succulent morsel; alas, she was too tall, even at 5’6” so her sexcapades will be discussed another day; the lovely Claudia we’ll meet shortly. Who could resist the juicy bounty of Lorri Menconi’s treasures? Again too tall for this man’s particular needs. The fact is he would have selected all of these lovelies but he was only allowed three; after all, there was a party at the mansion that night too. How did he choose among all the sexy splendor? It was a tough choice and worth considering…

…The day before the bunny line up Nancy McNeil flew in from California. She had been to Chicago to visit the mansion once before for a meeting with the publisher and some photo shoots but she hadn’t met any of the other girls. She didn’t know much about the doings at the mansion except little tidbits she got from Bill Figge. He would tease her and tell her that she’d have to go to Chicago to fall in love with a celebrity from California.

Nancy was a real “girl next store.” She had short brown hair and dark brown eyes and a winning, open smile. Her 36-24-34 figure looked voluptuous on her petite frame but she favored jeans and baggy sweaters so you wouldn’t notice at first. But you would notice her cute Irish nose and the faint freckles that glowed when she blushed, and you’d notice her lusty and eager laugh.

She came to mansion with very little luggage, being told that outfits would be provided by Playboy, Inc. When she was here last spring she didn’t need clothes either because she was busy being photographed in the nude.

The cab stopped at her destination and she stepped out. She noticed the cold right away and scurried briskly from the cab to the famous door of the mansion.

At the door she was greeted by a stunning redhead whom she recognized as Miss November, Claudia Jennings. Bill had told her that Claudia was sure to be Playmate of the Year since she was in the publisher’s bed whenever the girlfriend, Barbie Benton, wasn’t around; he teased her saying she’d have to work hard to dethrone Miss November. Nancy laughed and told Bill not to worry because she had no intention of going to bed with anyone. She was an old fashioned Irish Catholic girl.

Claudia hugged her warmly taking her bag and handing it off to a servant. “You must be Miss July,” she giggled.

Nancy giggled too, “That’s right, Miss July. But my friends call me Nancy.”

“Of course, Nancy.” Claudia helped her with her coat. Claudia was dressed in a simple white blouse and tight slacks. Nancy was in her trademark jeans and sweater. “I’m Claudia, Miss November, as you probably know. We’re just sitting down to dinner; do you need to wash up or anything?”

Nancy was fine so they went into the dining room. Nancy had never seen such a large collection of beautiful women in one place. She recognized all the playmates of 1969 plus several figures from the movies, music and sports. At the head of the table was the publisher. He nodded at Nancy and saluted her with his pipe. “Everybody, it’s my pleasure to introduce, the lovely Miss July, Nancy McNeil.“ He turned back to Nancy, “I’ve asked Claudia to take care of you tonight and help you get settled.

She was seated between Sally Sheffield and Debbie Hooper. “I’ll collect you after dinner,” Claudia whispered before going to her place between the publisher and an extremely tall man at the other end of the table.

The meal was causal and friendly and all the girls introduced themselves to Nancy. At one point she noticed Claudia in deep and quiet conversation with the tall man. Nancy realized that he played for the Lakers in her home town back in California. What was his name? Will? Wilson…something? The two were whispering conspiratorially. Claudia looked back at Nancy and saw the petite brunette was watching them; Claudia waved to her and whispered something to the tall man that made him grin. He lifted his water glass in silent salute to Miss July.

“Oh, oh,” murmured Sally to Nancy quietly. “You know Claudia really has a way of taking care of girls.”

Debbie, who sitting on her other side had seemed very spacey all night, added her piece. “Yeah, man. It’s gonna be a long, hard night. Really long and really hard. Know what I mean man?”

Before Nancy could react the publisher was tapping his glass with a spoon. “Ladies, tonight we’re going to have a pajama party. So please get ready and we’ll gather for dessert and games in the living room.”

In an instant Claudia was at Nancy’s side. “What kind if ideas was Sally giving you?” she said as she looked sideways at Sally who was blushing. “Never mind,” the redhead laughed and led Nancy away. “I had your bag moved to my room for a couple of days until you get settled.”

All the girls were scampering off to change and play. Claudia led Nancy to her room where she changed into a pale teddy. The gossamer fabric revealed the fine shape of the redhead’s nipples. Nancy was given a baggy pair of men’s PJs which she realized with a shrug matched the kind she wore in her playmate layout.

They left the room with Claudia leading her by the hand. Nancy noticed that all the other girls were going in the opposite direction. Some of them gave her knowing smiles as they passed. Jean Bell actually hugged her and told her she was a lucky girl.

“What’s going on here?” Nancy asked.

“Like Jean said, you’re a lucky girl.” They finally stopped at a door at the end of the hall. Claudia stood behind Nancy and opened the door and with a firm hand on her shoulder guided her in.

The room was so small that the door couldn’t open all the way because it hit the narrow bed which was the only furniture in the room. Nancy stumbled and tripped onto the bed as Claudia pushed in behind her.

Another pair of hands pushed the door closed and Nancy twisted around to see the tall basketball player locking the door with a chain. The sound of the steel latch sliding in and the rattle of the chain seemed to echo in the silence of the tiny room.

The man turned and grinned, “Don’t want anybody disturbing our pajama party, do we?”

In the tiny room his 7’1” height made him look like even more of a giant. Especially compared to Nancy’s petite and frail 5’2.” He loomed over the two girls with his massive size. Nancy just had time to let out, “Hey, I thought…” before Claudia grabbed one of her arms from behind with one hand and used the other to cover her mouth.

“Now, now, Nancy. We’re going to have a party. So just relax and enjoy it.” Claudia took her hand off her victim’s mouth and pinned both arms behind her.

The man was climbing onto the bed; his weight was more than the two girls put together and the bed seemed to creak like in a horror movie. Even sitting he towered over her.

“But I’ve never done this before!” Nancy whined.

“Never did what before?” the man said as his large hands toyed with the top button of her pajamas. “Never did it with a sports super star? Never did it with a stranger? Hey, we met at dinner. Never did it with a black man? Maybe you’re black Irish.”

“I never did this!” she wailed again. The man’s eyes met Claudia’s and the both understood at once. Both gave the girl lecherous grins.

“Claudia baby, you brought me a cherry!” As he spoke he watched Nancy’s face. She stared up at him with her lower lip trembling. He still twirled the one button in his hand and the solid weight of his athletic arm seemed to press against her, holding her prisoner. “Remind me to give you something really nice, Claudia.”

Claudia, sitting behind the girl, held her arms tightly. She was close to the wall, her body curled behind Nancy’s back. The bed was so small that the man was almost on top of both of them. “Remember how Jean said you were lucky. Well, you are. You are in for an amazing ride,” Claudia hissed into her ear.

“Now, Claudia baby, we don’t want to do anything with this little doll that she doesn’t want to do. Plenty of girls are ready to take her place if she doesn’t want to stay. You want to stay pretty little girl? You ready for the big time?”

Nancy remained still. Since her initial shock she hadn’t really struggled at all. She could feel Claudia’s hot, anxious breathing on her neck. In front of her she could sense the awesome power of the tall man as he towered over her. His hand still held the button and she looked down at the enormous fingers. She knew that they could grip and carry a basket ball with one hand. All the things she’d heard about him came to her mind, including the warnings from Sally and Debbie. Her mouth moved and she formed some words without making a sound.

“What’s that baby?” he asked gently.

“I want to,” her meek voice breathed.

“You want to? What do you want?”

“I want to stay,” she gasped quickly.

The smile on his face broadened and even looked kindly. Claudia whispered “Good girl” but she didn’t loosen her grip.

“That’s my girl,” he said as he shifted his weight, “Sweet little black Irish is gonna play.” In the cramped space of the little room and tiny bed all three bodies had to shift when he moved. Soon Claudia was flat against the wall with Nancy almost sitting in her lap. Nancy’s legs were stretched out in front of her with her toes almost touching the wall opposite her. The man was now kneeling between her thighs. He had to bend his body over the girls to keep from hitting the ceiling.

He now had both hands on the buttons and he was slowly undoing them. “Let’s get you nice and comfortable, sweet thing. I saw your pretty pictures. You sure look fine.” His voice was smooth and soothing; Nancy was rocking her body slightly almost hypnotized by his words. Her writhing caused the bed to creak again in a steady rhythm. Even in the closed quarters of this tiny room the air was cool (the man had made sure to have maximum air conditioning even in December) and the chilly breeze made her pale moist skin tingle as he slowly worked his way down the buttons of the pajama top.

“Yeah, sweetheart, you look so fine. And being cherry. Why that’s icing on the cake baby, so fine. Usually when I have a cherry it’s best to just pop right in and smash it up in a flash. Hammer in and out real good and hard, real fast with the big thing. No mercy, rip it up. The girl loves it though. Yeah, best thing with cherry is to bust it right up.” Nancy let out a timid and fragile little peep, unsure whether it was from the idea of him ramming into her suddenly or because he was on the last button of the shirt.

The shirt was open but the fabric still draped over her swelling breasts. Even though he touched her skin lightly her belly fluttered nervously as he ran one finger on each side of the opening to the shirt, slowly spreading it apart and revealing more and more of her skin.

“But a cherry playmate? Man, that is a rare gift. Like a fine wine. You need to savor it, take your time, ease in nice and slow, enjoy every inch of her, make it last all night.”

Nancy sighed now, just as the cloth tumbled away from her heaving breasts. Her nipples strained up and she bit down on her lip as her writhing increased. Even Claudia’s fingers digging into her arms seemed to stimulate the captive’s yearning.

“Now that’s a pretty sight,” he said, admiring her soft lush mounds as they rocked gently with her mild writhing. “Those are really fine. I just love the pale white tan lines on an Irish girl. You got a fine body, little doll, nice big ones on such a tiny little thing. You like me looking at you? You giving me these goodies?”

Nancy’s excitement was rising. She nodded her head vigorously as she pushed her chest up to offer her lush mounds to him. His head seemed massive as it came down close and his mouth covered hers. She twisted up into him as his tongue shoved past her lips and teeth and deep into her throat. His hands squeezed her breasts together; they felt velvety and yielding and he couldn’t remember the last time a girl’s breasts were so pleasing to him. His thumbs danced over her firm nipples and the tingling flowed through Nancy causing her to writhe and urge him on. Soon he was gobbling at her flesh as she groaned softly. Each lick and nibble sent an electric shock through her quivering body. Finally, he sat up licking his lips with satisfaction. “Like sweet ice cream.”

“Vanilla ice cream with a cherry on top,” Claudia chuckled.

“That’s right. A cherry on top. A sweet cherry on top. How you feeling Irish? Feeling good?”

Nancy’s eyes flashed for a second. Her cute little nose seemed to twitch a bit. “Yeah.” she breathed out.

“You ready for some more?”

“Oh yeah.”

Both her captors chuckled. “Don’t get too excited little bird. I’m gonna take my time before you get my big thing.” He pushed the shirt off her shoulders and Claudia reluctantly let go her arms and pulled the shirt away. Suddenly he bit down on her bare shoulder. She let out a little squeal and felt his strong hands flip her over.

The bed seemed to groan as the three bodies shifted again. With practiced skill he lifted her leg around him so she was face down on the bed. Her head was pressed into Claudia’s crotch. Claudia began to stroke her hair as the man’s fingers caressed her neck and shoulders and back, working themselves down to the edge of the pajama bottoms. He pushed his hand under her and pulled the draw string. With the other hand he tugged the pants down over her hips, revealing the pale globes of her well formed rear. “So fine,” he whispered, then spoke up. “Now I’ve seen those pretty little pictures of your tight little bottom, but there ain’t nothing like the real thing, like the song says. Is your black Irish pussy fine too?” Nancy just cooed softly reveling in the overpowering strength of his hands as they dug into the plump flesh of her bottom.

“Yeah, I bet it’s real sweet and real tight and juicy. Isn’t it Irish? You have a tight pussy for me Irish girl?”

“Yeah,” she said breathlessly.

“You want me to have your sweet Irish pussy baby doll?”

“Yes, yes.” Nancy’s pajama pants were pulled down around her hips and seemed almost to be tying her down as her thighs twisted back and forth into the mattress. Her motion kept up the hypnotic creaking of the bed. Her hands, without her realizing it, were squeezing into Claudia’s thighs and that girl was writhing in the same rhythm with the sweet submissive girl under her.

She felt his hands go under her belly again and she was lifted up onto her knees. The pants slid off her thighs and gathered at her knees and he spread her legs as far as they could go. Still the cloth gave the sensation of bonds.

Nancy gasped and breathed nervously as his hands ran up and down her inner thighs, still remarkably gentle for all the strength coiled within them.

“Is your pussy tight baby? You put your tiny little fingers in your pussy?”

“Yeah,” she moaned.

“Your boyfriend put his fingers in that tight little pussy? I know he wants to.”

“Yeah.” A weak hushed gasp.

“You want me in your sweet little pussy.”

“Oh.” A soft gentle sigh.

“Yeah, do you?”

“Oh, oh, yes.” A frantic plea. Nancy was rocking back on her knees but he held her firm. She felt something thick and hard brush against the lips of her pussy and she began to sob realizing how large the finger pressing against her was.

Claudia actually pressed Nancy’s face into the sheets to muffle her scream as the finger pushed in. Nancy thought she was being sawn in half. She continued to bellow and shriek and the finger kept coming.

“OK baby. You let it out. Just sing out sweet heart. I’m taking care of this sweet little box of yours. You feel good baby. You feel real fine. You feeling good baby? I make you feel good?”

Nancy managed to nod her head as Claudia held it. Soon his hand was moving back and forth drawing in and out. Each movement caused Nancy’s delicate body to quake and rock.

Hot steel sparks seemed to flash inside her loins, then a second finger entered and she howled loudly. He was spreading her gently but it seemed to her she was being torn in two.

“Oh man, this is so tight. You know baby I don’t know if my big boy can hold out. My boy’s ready for you. You ready for my big thing?”

He didn’t wait for an answer. Keeping his fingers in her, he twisted her body until she was face up on her back. All three seemed stunned when her dark brown bush came into view. Little drops of her juices shined like jewels but most of all they were amazed by the contrast of the dark curls of her pussy and the dark skin of his hand against the pale skin of her thighs and the red lips parting for his hand. At the same time he felt her sheath tighten around his fingers and rather than pull them out he spun them around trying to soften her up for the assault about to come.

Claudia held down Nancy’s arms. The submitting girl was breathing rapidly and rocking her head back and forth, looking franticly up at Claudia then back at the man. She watched as he pulled the pants off leaving her finally completely nude. Her body, glistening with a sheen of sweat, looked like a treasure.

The man stared down at her. At first he seemed reluctant to move. Softly he muttered, “That is one fine, fine body.” All he was wearing was a robe and in an almost ritualistic gesture he pulled it open. It fell away from the rippling muscles; he too was glistening even in the icy breeze of the air conditioning.

Nancy was screaming and pleading now. She couldn’t take her eyes off his cock. It seemed like there was another person in the room.

“No, no, please, I can’t…”

The man chuckled softly. “Baby, they all say that. You’re gonna be fine darling. You feel so good. I’m gonna make you feel fine.” He nodded a signal to Claudia who let go of Nancy’s arms. But before the captive could twist away the man used his free hand to pin her down.

Watching Nancy’s desperate eyes Claudia took the pajama bottoms and carefully twisted them into a gag. Nancy was babbling gibberish as the cloth was pressed into her mouth.

The man let go of his tender victim’s hands and she scratched out at both him and Claudia but she was trapped under the gag pressing her to the bed and the fingers impaling her body.

She became still, almost rigid, her muscles tightening and quaking. She still felt the sharp sparks inside her pussy as the two fingers twisted slowly. Now with eyes open in dread she watched him caress her slit with the very tip of his cock.

At the same time he withdrew his hand, slathering the tip with her warm juices. Even as his fingers slid out the muscles of her sex strained and tightened to keep them in.

Finally his hand was free and the tip of his cock was kissed by her swelling red lips. It was the size of a large apple and that girth was matched all the way down the massive shaft. The tip was glazed with her juices and rested against the slit opening into her precious tunnel.

The man shifted his weight and the sound of his victim’s panting echoed the creaking of the bed. He bent down over her, supporting himself with his arms, seeming to engulf her tiny frail body with his.

Then he moved forward, just the slightest gesture but it was enough. Even through the gag her screams shattered the room. Far away in the living room Sally and Debbie were playing backgammon and heard the howling. “Told you,” smirked Debbie in a singsong voice.

In the small room it was a long and hard night for Nancy as she screeched and struggled. His immense shaft was just beginning its long journey to conquer her helpless body. The girl’s desperate resistance was futile. Her arms thrashed and punched and scratched, and her legs kicked up and down. Still he came on, slowly and steadily. He was quiet now, concentrating on the delicious feel of her tunnel as it stretched out and hugged his throbbing cock. With only three inches in her, three inches that seemed to Nancy like a ton of molten boulders piled into her but seemed to the man as a tight velvet glove wrapped around his sex, he paused and closed his eyes. He seemed to be focusing on the miraculous tightness of her sex and the incredible ripping sensation at the head of his spear as it sliced into her tender soft tissue. His muscles stiffened as he got ready for the Herculean labor before him. Nancy’s innocence was searing into his brain and he wanted her completely.

Claudia smiled; she knew he was coming. Indeed a white hot flow poured into the poor girl. She stopped her wild struggle and moaned, feeling this new sensation filling her up. Each drop of him seemed to grab at one of her nerve endings, rewiring her body. The agony of his cock splitting her apart was now matched by thousands of steel bolts firing bliss into her skull.

When his orgasm subsided he moved forward again. Her thrashing stopped but her screams didn’t. She writhed weakly as what seemed like an hour went by with the steady push of him into her. Yet less than half of him had entered her. She looked down and saw the endless rod still moving forward.

“God, you’re tight Irish. You’re real good baby. I’m gonna shoot another load, loosen your sweet little box some more.”

Again his eyes closed and another flood engulfed her. The flow from him was taking over her body, turning the fair beauty into a quivering mass of lust. Her wild writhing was evolving into a slow rhythm as her hips began to glide up and down rubbing her incredibly tight sheath along the huge rod impaling her.

Her hands were gripping his muscular arms. Claudia stopped holding the gag and Nancy took a big gulp of air. Claudia’s hands began to stroke and fondle the captive’s luscious breasts.

The man’s hot flow stopped again and he dropped more of his weight on her, stuffed more of his cock inside. “Nice and slow, sweet and slow for the playmate cherry,” he growled, “You’re fine baby doll, making me feel fine. You loving this honey?”

Nancy could see his rod sticking out of her; it still seemed endless. “How much more?” she moaned.

“Oh, we’re about half way there sugar. ‘Nother couple of miles then the real fun starts. You’re gonna love my hammering.”

Nancy was in anguish and in heaven at once. Her feet were sliding up and down his thighs and her arms wrapped around his neck. She could feel the electric charge of Claudia’s hands stroking her body. The man’s weapon was tightening her nerve endings, getting them ready to spring open in mad ecstasy.

“How you doing honey?”

“It hurts so much.”

“And what else?”

“It’s so hard.”

“And what else?”

“I love it.”

“That’s my girl!” In his enthusiasm and eagerness he plunged in abruptly, maybe just half an inch but the poor girl started crying and begging him to stop. Each little motion made it worse. She was tighter and tighter the deeper he sank. The sweet heat of her tunnel was causing him to lose control and Claudia could see him shaking. Nancy was struggling again, trying to get away.

“You’ve got to finish her off, Claudia whispered. “She going to lose her mind.” Nancy’s head was twisting back and forth, her eyes were squeezed tightly shut.

The man nodded and moved his arms so his hands could grip his prisoner’s shoulders. He stopped moving now, enjoying the feeling of her tight body writhing on his spear.

“Do it,” Claudia hissed and he did. The man pushed his knees back and slammed into her, jamming down until the base of his shaft pressed against her.

Nancy’s Celtic fury exploded. Even though she was crushed under his entire 274 pounds she raged and fought. She would have screamed but she had no air to scream with; the springs of the bed seemed to shriek for her.

He kept a firm grip on her shoulders locking her torso onto the shaft splitting her apart and he let the beautiful playmate thrash and buck under him; she was a helpless beast caught in a trap.

Her dark eyes flared with anger and passion; she bit deeply into his chest and clawed with her nails and kicked violently. At the same time her insides were melting and fires ran through her veins, searing desire and pleasure into every cell.

Her struggle seemed endless but slowly the agonizing bliss took control and she slowly began to rock and sway under his weight, letting out feral groans that spoke of the burning pleasures consuming her.

The man kept his grip on her shoulders and didn’t move his cock inside her except to twist slightly so the tip was exactly where he wanted it. He closed his eyes tightly and Claudia sighed; she could barely see the helpless girl completely covered by his huge body. But Claudia knew what he was preparing to do. Little tingles of dread and jealousy filled her loins and her fingers drifted down to her own pussy.

He fired into tiny Nancy like a cannon. She would have jumped up from the velocity his load bursting into her but he held the little girl tightly. Her body was in sweet agony but she was very still; it took all she had to absorb the heat racing through her. His cock throbbed and the veins rippled against the taut walls of the juicy tunnel locked around them. Still he poured into her; a blizzard of white hot burning hale blazed inside her.

The flood seemed eternal but as it ebbed she began to moan. “I love you,” she gasped with the little breath she could find under his crushing weight.

The man chuckled and lifted himself on his arms. She rose along with him holding his body, reluctant to release him. He felt her sheath cinch and tighten around his shaft, taking possession of it. “No, baby, you just love the love stick I’m giving you.” He looked up at the other girl. “Claudia, you did well. Nancy’s a fine little doll. She’s good now and knows what’s what. You should go; me and black Irish got some things to do. Come fetch her in the morning.” He twisted his shaft in his prisoner and she yelped with delight. “Better make that around lunch time.”

Claudia reluctantly staggered to the door and undid the lock and slipped out. The door clicked with a sharp metallic sound as it closed behind her; it seemed to punctuate the beginning of what was coming next.

He looked down at his prize. Her Irish eyes were bright with excitement and expectation. Now that he was above her she could breath and she was panting rapidly. Her lush breasts quivered and the nipples were bright red. She was squeezing her thighs back and forth against his.

“OK Nancy, I’ve been good to you. Giving you what you need. And you are one fine piece. This box is so good. But now you’re gonna take care of me. What’s good for me is good for you girl. I’m gonna give you a good hard hammering and then hammer some more. You ready little baby doll?”

Nancy had no idea what he was saying but she nodded eagerly. She felt his shaft move backwards, tearing away the tender flesh inside her. The motion seemed to pull all the nerves in her body. When he was almost complete out he rammed back in with all his force.

Hammering is what it was. He slammed against her over and over again in a steady unrelenting beat.

Her body was like an anvil; sparks burst inside her with each blow, each stroke seemed to go in deeper and if she could think she would have thought that he was about to burst through her skull. But the ecstasy and agony smashing together had carried her to a different place. First her mind filled with bright colors as the hammer of his body crashed into her deepest corners. Then a heavenly mist took over and her body had no feeling except bliss. Each thrust brought on another orgasm and each orgasm just took her higher into the clouds.

Suddenly the pace of his attack accelerated. He had been watching her body, enjoying the way her lovely breasts bounced as he pounded her and the sweetly evil smile in her eyes as she engulfed him entirely. But now he was getting ready to really come. The shots before were his to control but now a violent storm was gathering inside his shaft. Faster and faster he went. Her sheath seemed to get tighter and tighter as his rod expanded with the massive load; everything in him was flooding into his cock and straining to burst in her fragile body. Still he pumped; there was no rhythm now, just a frenzied pounding accompanied by the banshee screams of the bed springs.

Then it happened.

His eyes rolled up in his head. He stopped moving. The tip of his cock glowed red hot and then exploded.

Now he was shaking over and over as an endless stream jammed into her tiny body. She was quaking and rattling and letting out silent groans. His orgasm mixed with a climax of her own and flew her into another dimension.

When she came to her senses finally she felt herself being lifted up like a child’s doll. He was now on his back, the bed so small that he had to have his feet flat on the sheets and his knees up in the air. He was lifting her up and he rested her plump bottom on his knees.

She looked like an angel up there, a very sexy angel. Her eyes twinkled warmly and her cute little nose flared with lust. A carnal grin was on her face. Her hair was disheveled but caught the dim light from the ceiling lap creating a halo around her.

Her breasts stood out, firm and proud, the nipples straining to be touched. Her flat belly fluttered with each of her shallow breaths and her bush shimmered like a jewel. He pushed the tip of his cock to the slight opening of her pussy. “Here we go baby,” he said as he plunged her down. She slid along his thighs like she was sledding and as his cock filled her up she landed at its base. She was screaming with joy and he lifted her up and down the rod over and over again.

That was how it went. As promised, it went all night. All morning too. When Claudia came at lunch time she was sent away. Only the command performance of the bunny lineup got him to give up his precious toy.

Later on he joined the publisher in his office as they waited for the little man to return and pick his three playmates for the party; the mysterious man had slipped off with one of the bunnies right after the lineup. The tall man told the publisher about his evening activities and by the glow of the pipe the tall man could tell publisher was intrigued.

The mysterious little man came to the room and they worked on the selection. When Nancy McNeil’s name came up the publisher vetoed it; he had other plans for her. The meeting broke up and as the tall man left the office he brushed against the bare shoulder of Lorrie Manconi who was still wearing her bunny costume. She giggled nervously and wiggled down the hall.

The tall man watched her round ass twitching as she moved away. He pulled a list out of his pocket and checked it. He seemed to make a mental note to himself then he rushed down the hall to catch up with her. She giggled again as he put a strong arm around her and sheparded her toward his little room…

…So that why the lovely Miss July missed the New Year’s Party at the Palmer House. Meanwhile at that party Miss June was arranging a love session between Miss March and Miss September. As she pressed both their hands together a little spark seemed to flash between the two. “Why don’t you two break in the bed while I wait for our host,” Helena suggested but already they are ignoring her and wrapped up in each other.

The buxom Shay had a strong yearning for a taste of Kathy’s fresh innocence and Kathy now was very curious about what love making would be like with a woman. Shay was so curvaceous and sexy and Kathy found her hard to resist.

Shay’s inquiring eyes glittered as the lovely playmate meekly nodded her assent. With their hands tightly clasped they glided to the bedroom. Both felt as if they were entering a new world.

Their reverie was broken for a moment from a shout from Helena The vivacious young girl rushed over with a bottle of wine and two glasses. “You may get thirsty,” she said with a laugh. She seemed so glad to see them together that the two lovers both felt a warm affection for the young thing. Her enthusiasm fueled the flame of their quickly growing desire.

They entered the bedroom and Kathy closed the doors behind her and leaned against them. She stood there like a trembling fawn and Shay lost control. She dropped the bottle and glasses and swooped on to Kathy’s gorgeous glowing body.

Kathy’s firm round breasts pushed into Shay’s soft and plush velvety pillows. Shay had her pressed against the door and her mouth was covering her face with frantic mad kisses. Their tongue darted in and out and slathered all over each other. With one hand Shay grabbed Kathy’s delectable ass and with the other she began to stroke the curls of her bush.

Kathy’s palms were pressed flat against the door behind her and she writhed as she struggled to stay standing. She was lifted onto her toes as Shay’s groin pressed against hers. Shay’s finger was squeezed between their twisting bodies and was being pressed into Kathy’s parting lips.

“Oh Shay, you’re so beautiful, you, feel so good, oooo, nobody ever touched me like that, yes, yes, don’t stop,” Kathy whispered and groaned. Suddenly Shay’s finger found the hungry nub of Kathy’s clitoris and she beat against it teasingly. Her mouth was sucking wildly on Kathy’s nipple. The sucking and the teasing was to much for the poor girl and the tingling from her bosom raced down to join the flaming in her pussy. A quick, wonderful explosion occurred.

“Oh baby, I’m coming!!! OOOOOOOOOO!!”

Kathy oozed down onto the floor and Shay followed curling herself into her lap. Shay put her arms affectionately around Kathy’s neck. Her splendid soft breasts jiggled enticingly and she could feel the heat of Kathy’s pussy against her rear.

Kathy looked with misty eyes at Shay’s nipples. She bit her lower lip softly resisting the urge to pounce on them. “Shay, your kisses drive me wild. When your lips touched my…my breasts, I don’t know, I never felt anything like that. And your hand! What did you do to me with your hand!?”

As she spoke she, without thinking, brought Shay’s finger up to her mouth and kissed it. Shay felt her shudder with pleasure as she tasted her own juices on Shay’s hand. Kathy felt Shay’s hand guide her lips onto her breasts. Shay fed one nipple into Kathy’s eager mouth, then the other. While Kathy was feasting Shay took two of her fingers and sucked on them, getting them good and wet. Then she guided the hand down into her pussy.

Kathy’s eyes widened and she looked delightful in her innocent shock as Shay’s sweet warm juices swirled around her hand. Shay gave her an affectionate smile and proceeded to guide Kathy’s hands on the path of endless orgasm. At the same time she began to work Kathy’s clit again.

The girls remained this way for a long time. Each climax was better than the last but they were all soft and quiet; the gentle caresses unlocked undreamed of pleasures in both girls.

They had collapsed exhausted into each other’s arms. When they recovered it was as if they were in a trance. Together they moved to the bed and pulled off the covers. Kathy stretched out on the creamy yellow sheets and the soft color accented the milky flush of her skin. Shay bent down and kissed her then slithered down her body, licking and kissing until she came to that delicious bush. The two girls were on their sides facing each other and Kathy stared at Shay’s pussy licking her lips like a kitten about to attack some cream.

Shay was smacking her lips too and she beat Kathy by only a second as her tongue stretched out to taste the yummy young girl. Kathy was not far behind and she squealed as Shay’s juices poured down her throat; she had never tasted anything so delicious.

The two playmate kept sucking and licking and nibbling, caressing and exploring, bringing each other to climax after climax until they fell into blissful dreams.

But the party wasn‘t over yet…

Helena came bouncing into the room leading the mysterious man along. They both paused to admire the beautiful bodies entwined on the bed. But the silly girl did not pause long. She leapt on to join them and her happy giggles drew the lovers out of their sensual reverie. The two smiled dreamily at the young girl’s giddiness and the room seemed to fill with a party atmosphere.

Then Shay saw the man. A different sort of smile crossed her full and pouty lips, the ends upturned just ever so slightly. Her nostrils flared as she took a deep breath. Her eyes narrowed into a challenging glare. She showed him with her look what she wanted: a rematch for the time he took her blindfolded. They faced each other like gladiators.

Kathy and Helena immediately recognized what was going on. Kathy was stretched out along the head of the bed and Shay rested her head on her belly. She spread her arms along Kathy’s body offering up her massive rack of moist supple flesh. Shay’s feet were flat on the bed and she slowly opened and closed her juicy thighs in a sensuous seductive dance.

Helena clapped with glee as the man climbed onto the bed. He kissed Shay and she captured him, sucking his tongue down her throat. She kept her arms spread while his hands firmly mauled those succulent mounds. She was still slowly gyrating and stirred with a jump as his pinches on her nipples aroused her pleasure.

Finally she released his mouth and he greedily gobbled up those rock hard nipples and the soft warm skin all around them. Almost by instinct he straddled her chest and touched each nipple with the tip of his cock then rested the shaft between those superb globes. Tenderly squeezing the flesh together he began to slide his shaft in that velvet groove. Shay still held her fierce look and wry smile. She watched as his cock got thicker and thicker and his excitement rose. She could feel Helena’s tiny fingers stroking her inner thighs and smoothing working in to tease her clit.

Shay’s body twitched as Helena’s fingers found their mark. She broke her smile to squeeze her lips as her passion coiled in reaction to the heat of his cock on her chest and the loving and gentle teasing of Helena’s hand.

Her eyes still blazed with a fury, demanding more. Kathy could feel her tensing, getting ready to burst. Shay loved the warmth of Kathy’s skin tingling on her outstretched arms.

Shay’s head snapped forward and she gasped for air but she still did not surrender; twisting her body, she rolled him off her chest and he moved to the base of her trembling torso. Helena’s fingers popped out and the man lifted Shay’s legs onto his chest. The subtle smile returned to her face which was flush with her exertions. Her eyes flashed as the tip of his cock rested over her pussy and with a triumphant thrust she impaled herself on him.

Shay’s shapely calves locked around his head and Helena knelt behind him holding him in place. Shay controlled the thrust of his shaft by lifting her hips up and down.

Leisurely and assiduously she drew him in and out of her. Her head twisted, brushing her damp hair across Kathy’s belly. One hand gripped Kathy’s ankle, the other her shoulder. Every burst of pleasure seemed to jump from Shay to Kathy.

Her body pistoned up and down pumping his shaft and building a mass inside it. Helena’s breasts were pressed into his back and her hands were on Shay’s ass, effectively pinning him between them. Shay’s moist thighs rubbed up and down his torso as her hips pressed into him and then fell away over and over. He was going blind with ecstasy.

Shay felt his cock swelling and she felt her orgasm growing. She moved a little faster and tensed her muscles around him, creating even a tighter sheath. Helena now had her fingers in a ring tight around his base. She was watching Shay’s fiery eyes for the command to release him. Still she pumped up and down, twisting the coil of her passion tighter and tighter and tighter.

Kathy was sucking on Shay’s fingers and stroking her hair. Helena could feel Shay’s rear quivering and knew the coil was about to burst.

A loud growl came out of Shay and she jammed her pussy against his groin. Helena released her hand and the dam broke.

As his burning seed streamed into her Shay howled with pleasure. “Oh yeah baby, that’s what I want. Let it all out, come on baby.“ Her legs were kicking against his chest as her hips started pumping again. “Oh, God, oh baby ooohh, more, please more…oh please baby please lover please don’t stop, oh, yeah baby, ooohh, oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m coming baby, I’m coming.” Her ass kept slapping up and down against the bed and as her orgasm uncoiled it exploded in a series of flaming bursts along her spine.

Shay gave one more bellow of victory as her orgasm exploded one last time. She pushed him away with her legs and twisted herself up into Kathy’s arms. Helena let the exhausted man slide down onto the bed and she slithered over to join them.

All three playmates were now overcharged with lust and they became a mass of tongues and lips and hands groping and probing, licking and biting. They writhed and intertwined with heads disappearing into laps and arms and limbs extending everywhere.

The man watched in silence, slowly regaining his strength. He paid close attention to Kathy as she exploded with passion. She still had her innocent freshness but her skin burned with sexual energy.

At one point Shay and Helena had Kathy on her back and each was sucking a nipple and stroking her pussy. Kathy was writhing with pleasure even after they stopped. They sat above her with their heads close, whispering.

Kathy looked up at them and blushed; she knew they were whispering about her. “What, what is it?” she asked with a nervous laugh. Shay and Helena just smiled.

Shay rolled Kathy on to her belly and lifted her hips up so her rear was in the air. Her tender bottom looked glorious, smooth and round and pink. Helena went over to the man and began stroking his shaft getting it aroused. She began to lick and roll her tongue over it. Kathy now realized what was coming and she moaned loudly. “Shh, it’s OK Kathy. Your little ass is so nice. We just want to play with it.” Kathy’s face was pressed down with her blushing cheek on the sheets. She looked up at Shay and tried to smile. She was rocking on her knees causing her little fanny to wave in the air.

Shay was kneeling next to her with a hand flat on her belly holding her up. Her other hand was wandering teasingly through the curls of her bush.

The man was now ready. He kneeled behind Kathy and held his cock against the crack of her ass. Helena was behind him again and used both her hands to pull Kathy’s plush round checks apart. She pressed her nipples into the man’s back and forced him forward; he slid his hands down the smooth pale skin of Kathy’s back and gripped her shoulders to pull her on to him. Shay pushed Kathy’s belly up as she drove her fingers into her pussy.

In one brutal motion his thick shaft was plunged all the way into Kathy’s ass. Shay and Helena controlled the rhythm as all four bodies rocked back and forth and the rod pistoned in and out of Kathy’s fragile body. The man may have been the host but he was just a tool for the girls’ pleasure.

Kathy bit down on her lip to keep from screaming and gripped the sheets with white knuckles. She swayed back and forth under Shay’s guiding hand and she felt Shay’s finger in her pussy almost seeming to touch the shaft plunging in and out of her ass. Shay was bringing her quickly to climax and the man couldn’t stand the tightness squeezing his shaft. They burst together and fell forward on the bed.

Kathy was laughing hysterically as wave after wave bliss washed over her. Shay and Helena lay next to her, kissing her face and running their fingers through her hair. The man was all but forgotten as he staggered to the bathroom.

The girls lay still for a while and decided they wanted a shower too. It was barely big enough for all four bodies but nobody minded the closeness.

The party continued into the new year and the next day too. At the end, after endless lovemaking Kathy lay on the bed and watched the early morning light of winter stream into the room. She sighed thinking about what a fine year 1969 had been.

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