Dear Dirty Diary Ch. 15

Impatient with her apprentice's hesitation, Jeanine placed her hands on St. Regis' hips and just shoved her down onto it!!! The nasty bitch's eyes just about popped out of her head and I was so glad I'd witnessed her shock.

"Pedal, pedal, then swivel back and forth hard to get yourself loosened up good!" Jeanine ordered. After thirty seconds or so of twisty pedals, Jeanine told her, "Stand up on the pedals now and pump like you're riding up a steep hill."

With her first pump, St. Regis pulled off the dildo on her upsweep. On her freefall the knob smacked hard into her crotch! The springy shaft bent over double, deflected then sprung back up the crack of her ass. As much as I disliked that woman, I really did feel for her pain at that exact second. However, an opportunity to totally embarrass her was too hard to pass up. I rapped twice on the door then just barged in. I told her to stand up straight on the pedals while I checked to see if she was bleeding or bruised then wound the dildo back up to eight inches in length.

"She's pretty long-legged Jeanine, so you have to give her more length to make sure it doesn't pop out and hurt her again," I suggested.

I guided the springy dildo's corona back against St Regis' vulva, put my other hand on her shoulder then shoved her back down on it 'till her ass hit the seat! As I held her down, impaled and squirming on the thickly tapered out base of the dildo, I handed the Princess her printout and told her to sign it if she knew what was good for her. Revenge was never so sweet! I closed the door behind me then listened to the bubbling sounds emanating from the half-open door of the hot tub room. After a minute or so of triumphant gloating I heard the clickety-click resume. It seemed Jeanine didn't have it out for the Princess and had found someone appropriate to play with.

Since I was in the corner, I peeked inside the hot tub room to see what the girls had done in there. There were dozens of apples floating in my Jacuzzi, obviously for some kind of an apple-bobbing contest. When the song was over, I saw Michelle lead Connie and several Bee Keepers, in the process of removing their headwear, toward the tub. As I looked around, I saw Amy lead another group into Doug's workshop, where for the first time, I saw lit candles as well. While Big Bird fiddled with his music, I gave Minnie a hug and squeezed her bum cheeks and then gave her a big sultry kiss. Somebody called out that a drink had been spilled, so while she looked after that, I poked my nose into the workshop.

Another four Richelieu Gals had removed their hot headdresses and were sitting with their pirates on folding chairs while a fifth was hanging onto bungee straps attached to the rafters for dear life. Amy was securing her ankles well apart using additional bungee cord loops anchored to the legs of Doug's workbench.

When done, she picked up an ordinary little kitchen mixer and plugged it into an extension cord. She plucked a single beater and clicked it into the mixer. Through the blades of the beater, a two-inch wide by ten-inch long strip of ½ inch thick rubbery blue sponge, was crimped.

Amy stepped to Minette's side from behind and pulled the billowy nylon mesh suit taut across her breasts with her left hand. With her right, she flicked the blender on low speed. As the lone beater spun, the soft tongues of blue sponge all but disappeared in the candlelight. Amy cautiously inched her whirligig closer until we all heard the smacks. Minette winced as the twin tongues slapped up the underside of her right breast's nipple. After ten seconds or so, Amy maneuvered toward the left nipple. Even in the flickering light we all could see that poor little rock-hard teat crying out for mercy. But no, the smacks resumed once more, flipping and jiggling her left breast berserk!

Satisfied she'd accomplished her intent. Amy switched the beater off so we all could observe the results. Both teats were poking hugely erect through their sheer brown veil. But before poor Minette could catch her breath, Amy swooped down, gave her a wedgy from behind and thrust the beater up between her spread thighs! She moaned and squealed, grunted and groaned as the tapered tongues slapped her labia silly. At that point I realized that Rija and Karla were watching intently over my shoulder.

Rija spoke out," I think I should examine this poor woman to make sure you haven't damaged her!"

She lifted up Minette's top, shone her flashlight all over her breasts then said, "Hmm." She tugged down Minette's pants, crouched down, examined her genitals lightly then split her labia apart with her fingertips and scrutinized them more carefully. Rija ran her fingertips up and then back down Minette's slit, licked her fingertips off then said with authority, "No external trauma is evident, her clitoris is erect, her vagina is quite moist and as such I see no real problem in continuing this novel treatment. However, before any others submit to this, I believe I should volunteer myself, just to make sure this procedure has no serious short term effects."

Amy un-looped Minette then re-looped Rija in that alluring spread-eagle position. Amy's blender whipped Rija's dark brown right nipple right out of the low-cut cup of her bustier on its first spin! On her left breast's treatment Amy pulled the flimsy cup down out of the way and spun her up once more. This time Rija winced as the floppy tongues loudly slapped her shiny teats dark burgundy!

"Try my right one again." She suggested but her lower jaw shivered in time to the rapid smacks for the whole ten seconds.

She gasped for breath anxiously the second Amy stopped. Rija caught her breath after about thirty seconds, humped her hips a little then remarked, "Your nipple abuse technique seems to have created a major tickle down there. Why don't you see if you can find it with your gadget?"

The instant Amy's foam tongues licked up her panties' crotch Rija bristled, but as the seconds ticked by, the relentless slaps must have located her itch. As Amy inched her pussy plunderer upward, Rija's eyelids closed in lustful abandon. In little more than a minute, Rija's hips undulated, her knees buckled and then her eyes popped open in obvious post-orgasmic sparkle. Karla helped her to a chair after Amy released Rija from her bonds.

Everyone watched with great concern until Rija turned to her brown-eyed friend and said very clearly, "Oh Baby, it was wonderful. If you let her do you, I'll give you your favorite after."

Karla's eyes glowed like a cocker spaniel's as she dropped off her hospital gown to show off a cute little stretch-lace bra that perfectly matched her little black thong panties. She slipped her hands through the upper loops, kicked off her slippers then spread her legs so Amy could bungee her to the workbench. Like her previous clients, Amy nipple-whipped Rija's sweet young patient then plundered her to orgasm. When Amy, the Nasty, freed her from her restraints, instead of letting her sit down, Rija, the Gynecologist, hooked her up to her ankle bungee cords the other way around and bent her over Doug's workbench. Rija pushed her thong's crotch out of the way then grumbled that she couldn't see much in the low light, so I switched on the little fluorescent light above the workbench. She checked her friend over carefully with her little flashlight, spread what I assumed was personal lubricant all over her hand and slick as that, shoved it up into Karla's pussy! Rija then proceed to give her the internal examination of the century! As she turned her head to look back at Rija, I saw her puppy dog eyes revert back into the crazed predator eyes of a wolf.

St. Regis, visibly shaken, gasped out, "Those eyes, those are the eyes of Satan and I know exactly who you are Karla and you people are all gonna pay dearly for this!' then stomped off up the stairs, out the back door and took off in her car!

At that exact second, young Michelle stormed into the room, ranting how that crazy old bitch was ruining her apple bob! She muttered, "Those big Snow apples floating in the hot tub reminded Connie of her breasts floating in a bathtub, so she stripped down to her panties, climbed into the Jacuzzi and is trying to get others to bob for her tits!"

She looked around behind me, observed Rija deep fisting her "patient" the sputtered out, "You all should be ashamed of yourselves, you voyeurs, watching some perverted side show!"

"Those are fightin' word bitch!" came a reply from Amy, who had drawn her play sword from her belt. "Oh really!" spat back a thoroughly agitated Michelle, who then assumed a defiant, arms crossed stance. With sword pokes just above Michelle's left breast to punctuate each word, Amy replied, "Yes! Really!" That did it. The sister-in-laws glared at each other as they squared off. Relatively sure what was coming next, I stepped back toward the remaining dancers, exclaimed, "Cat Fight!" and waved them in.

The last of them, Big Bird, shuffled in just in time to witness Rija extract her shimmering wet hand so everyone could observe a fully dilated, well-lubricated vagina with erect clitoris. Suddenly a shriek from Amy drew everyone's attention back to the foray. Michelle had ripped down her sister-in-law's blouse and the fight was on! When Amy struck back with her sword in the manner she did, my suspicions were confirmed. The players, costumes and props were all different but the moves and the spoken lines were all identical! The two were re-creating my fourth chapter cucumber and sausage fight with Louise for the amusement of our guests.

Move after move, their staging was magnificent. Everyone in the audience was enthralled with their antics, particularly Louise and I. Amy sword-penetrated and pinned Michelle's pussy into their airbed after she pushed her backward down onto it. Using sleight of hand, Amy faked the final impalement by bending the foam shaft over between her boobs. While sliding her hands down the play-sword's shaft, Amy lunged down her upper body. The audience gasped at Michelle's scream when it appeared as if she'd had eighteen inches of foam rammed into her poor vagina. Michelle rolled her eyes back then shook her legs in apparent critical pain! For dramatic effect, Amy held her final position for a good five seconds then straightened up. As she extracted the seven inches of foam sword actually in Michelle's pussy, the sword shaft slowly straightened.

The two girls got up off the bed, faced the others, spread out their arms then bowed to their audience. Then Michelle spoke out: "This enactment of the fourth chapter of Laura's diary is exactly why you all should read what she's written about you. This is the second time you've been influenced by Laura's words. Make absolutely sure, in your own mind, that no reader might act out dangerously while under Laura's spell, before you sign."

I realized right then and there that Michelle did have a point. While we never seriously damaged ourselves, I accepted that some poor unfortunate could poke something in too deep, burn herself, botch a clitoris piercing or bite something off. So I announced that I would give everyone printouts of their chapters for them to examine before they were to drunk or out of control. I zipped upstairs, grabbed the handouts I'd prepared beforehand then began to distribute them. The dungeon dwellers were easy to do since none had left the room yet. Like sheep for the slaughter, they were all waiting their turns to have their tender bits slapped around and their innards inspected by dirty doctor Rija.

Giggles and splashes drowned out the bubbling, so I opened the door to see what was going on. Connie had indeed taken over the apple bob and had altered the concept with her own special twist. She was in the tub, up to her neck in floating, bobbing apples. Amongst the shiny wet Macintosh and Delicious were two off-color Northern Snows. Their stems were much thicker and pinker in color than the others. Two of the Richelieu gals had removed their headgear and were taking turns biting at anything they could reach. Through the bubbles and the froth, Celine finally got her teeth into one of those pinkish ones up near Connie's head. She shook it like a shark then pulled Connie's big bare breast half out of the water! She let that one go then tried to get a piece of the other one, but each time Celine went for it, Connie pulled it back under the water. She lunged five or six more times at it but all she got for her effort was a frothy chin. When she finally threw in the towel, she probably should have kept it. As Celine backed away from the hot tub, her sopping wet, sheer top clung to her breasts and left absolutely nothing to the imagination!

Norine put her hands behind her back, bent over and tried her luck. She practiced first, biting at the smaller Macintosh apples and was quite good at grabbing them. Connie watched with interest, studying her style of attack. When Norine went after the big Northern Snows, she was successful only by rolling the apples with her tongue then nipping their stems to get the heavy apples out of the water. When Norine set her sights on the two big floaters, Connie pulled them under, just as she did to Celine. She was fooled twice more by Connie's strategy but on the third try Norine just dove in like an otter, chomped and pulled up her prize! Personally I think Connie put up with all the nipple nips just to see the other women's breasts emerge from the water in those clingy-wet, see-through blouses.

To get enough time alone with Connie to pitch my proposal, I told the others that amusing events were unfolding in the dungeon room. To set the mood to my advantage, I locked the door behind me, put my hands behind my back and asked if a cat could play too. Connie raised herself up a little and bobbed her beauties, a little marked near the nipples, but lovely for a woman in her early fifties. As I moved closer, I pursed my lips to show my intent. The apples began to sink but bobbed up again as I hovered over them. Her right had a couple of hickey-like marks, so I chose it first. I sucked her nipple up with my lips, stretched it a little, licked the teat a few times then released it to splash back into the warm water. I gave it a nice little kiss goodbye then spoke of her chapter's contents. When she asked how I knew of their actions that night, I explained how their every word traveled through the chests of drawers under the staircase landing.

"So what exactly have you written about me, Laura?" she asked seriously.

When I informed her I'd penned virtually every word that was said that evening, every squeak and squawk that we heard plus everything Louise and I did to each other in response to what we heard, Connie didn't look particularly amused.

After a moment of reflection, followed by a sigh, both of her breasts submerged then the right one surfaced once more. I replied to her silent request by letting my breasts drop in for a dunk as I sucked up and nibbled her left nipple. When done, I raised up so she could get a good look at my foamy wet boobs then asked her bluntly what it would take for her to sign. Her apples submerged completely once more but after four pounding heartbeats, her pubic mound rose through the foam and scattered the clustered Macintosh apples. As a small clump of matted hair showed through her gauzy white cotton panties, Connie hooked her finger around their crotch and pulled it aside to expose her shimmering wet genitalia.

Fully aware of her suggestion, I pulled the wet tights off my head and upper body then climbed into the hot tub with her. Kneeling on its floor, I licked my top lip seductively, lowered my chin into the water, bent forward and speared my tongue right into her fleshy pussy. I swirled my tongue around, slurped it up through her labia and devoured her clitoris.

I sucked it and licked it and shook it all about and that's when she croaked, "OK, OK, I'll sign!" Connie reached down, put her hands on my cheeks and said, "No, no, leave something for the others. There's lots more action here for the both of us if we can stand it, my dear, so go unlock that door so we both can get booby-bobbed."

Even to me, this sounded pretty outlandish but I heard an uproar come from the dirty dungeon as I reached back and opened the door. I just got back into the far end of the tub in time to hear them chant, "Laura! Laura! Laura! Laura!" as they all filtered back onto the dance floor. It seemed that nipple and pussy slapping was not much of a spectator sport. So to bide the time until their turn came up, all the women read the copies of their chapter and some of the other's as well. Apparently my provocative words had elevated them into mob-frenzy and they were all determined to confront the author!!! Two at a time, every four or five minutes they filed in for their turn at Nipping the Nipple. All of the Richelieu gals were kind to Connie, but Rija, Amy and that Michelle were just plain mean!!! Much to Connie's delight, the three ganged up on her, stretching her teats and leaving teeth marks all over her aureoles.

When Althea entered the room, a little fit of jealousy came over her when she saw her private territory being despoiled. To attempt revenge on her out of control lover, Althea made a great scene of really giving my boobs a going over. Little did she know that Connie was extracting a little lover's revenge on her under the blanket of floating apples. As Althea passionately and demonstratively devoured my nipples, Connie was trying her best to bury her big toe through my tights and into my pussy! Not one to be out-done, I returned the favor. But my big toe managed to get up inside the leg of Connie's panties, wriggle itself in and take its next little toe with it. I couldn't see Connie for Althea, but I knew she loved the sneakiness of it all, just as much as me. I just kept on givin' it to her and she kept givin' it back. Occasionally my toe would get tangled up in her panties so I'd jamb a bit of them into her too.

Introduced to my panties fetish, we were a pair of like minds and we were up to no good. My toes poked, wiggled and jabbed away with great fervor and inexcusable lust! Her toes pushed, jiggled and rubbed away with equal passion through my stretched tights. When I popped mine out and scuffed her clitoris with it, Connie squeezed her legs together, but I just kept on wiggling. Althea peeked around several times at her partner, but Connie kept a poker face, even when her thighs started to tremble. She kept that deadpan expression as she humped away at my foot, even after her nipples stiffened in orgasm!

Connie's flushed face alarmed Althea, who suggested she'd been in the hot water too long. She helped her rubbery-legged mate out of the tub and dried her off but seemed a little confused over her lover's disheveled underwear. Althea quickly toweled over her panties to cover up those loose labia lips then frowned back at me. I just faked an expression of disbelief and shrugged my shoulders in mock surprise to keep my little signing bonus a secret.

All alone in the tub, I attempted to climb out but was pushed back under the water. It seemed that since Connie had deserted her post, Michelle felt it was my duty to continue debauching her apple bob. As I soon found out, most of the others felt they were entitled to retribution for what I'd written about them. Twelve more women took their turns abusing my breasts and by the time they were done with me, my boobs felt like they'd been through a wringer. There were nips and hickeys all around my nipples and my perpetually erect teats were in a state of shock. St. Regis was the last to leave and to my surprise only gave my girls tender little kisses. I was relieved she didn't ravage them like a bull terrier.

But as the Princess left her signed waiver, she said with a sardonic smile: "This evening has been great. Seeing you in your own element has made it crystal clear what motivated our first meeting. Jeanine has opened my eyes to what goes on here and wants me to become a member of the Richelieu River Pirates ladies association. It's not much further for me to get to work from here, so keep a room open for me on Cards Nights."