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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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CHAMBERS OF LOVE
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Chapter One
"Ouch," Julie said as she seated herself on the chaise lounge.
I looked up from my book, half reading, half dozing by the condo's
pool. Red-berried arbutus trees bathed me in cool shade.
"What's the matter?" I asked. My 15-year old voice was high,
childlike.
"Oh, my bottom's still smarting from last night," Julie said. I
reclined on my towel-covered chaise lounge, considering. Had she
fallen? A gentle breeze rustled my long, golden blonde locks.
Fantasies whispered in the girl's locker room at school crept into my
mind. I turned and gazed at her with incomprehension. Her bottom?
Then I knew.
"Dan..." My Dan, I wanted to call him, for I had a secret crush on
her husband. "Dan spanked your bottom?"
"Yes," Julie said, squirming uncomfortably. "And whipped it."
"Why?" I blurted, but I had dreamt the answer in my imagination.
In daydreams, when the hot California sun overwhelmed the school's air
conditioning. At night sometimes, furtively touching myself. Oh, why
did the girls at school have to tell me such nasty things?
Julie told me then, spilling out the details of the games she and
her husband played in their bedroom. In their love nest. Dan and Julie
were newlyweds. Dan had been married before, and he had the sexual
experience of a satyr. I sat spellbound as Julie described her
adventures at his hands, all played out within the four walls of their
apartment. Who would have guessed? I wondered how many other
couples did the same. Our condo complex was in a safe community and
had its own wall and security gates. Guards patrolled the grounds
every night. In the spread of homes beyond a security service patrolled
24-hours per day. Yet, within, in their double-locked bedrooms men and
women played games of pain and humiliation.
Julie shocked me as she finished her tale with this challenge: "I
know you have a crush on my husband. Did you know he has a crush on
you? It's true." She smiled. "I told him he could have you, but only if
you agree to play along in our bondage games."
I couldn't believe my ears. Yet, somehow, I heard my voice ask
her just how *hard* her husband spanked her.
"Oh, nothing much," she said dismissively. "Nothing a *woman*
can't handle."
***
That night I swallowed hard as I rang Julie and Dan's doorbell. I'd
agreed to Julie's terms. I knew why she was doing it. I was being let
into their relationship so my bottom could substitute for hers. Yet here
I was, ringing their doorbell anyway. I rubbed my seat. It was barely
covered by a leather miniskirt, with white cotton panties underneath.
My skin tingled. Beyond me the sun was being swallowed by a cloudbank
of smog. Night encroached from the east. Julie opened the door.
"Dan, we have a little visitor," Julie called, giving me a friendly
smirk.
"I don't need any more Girl Scout muffins today," Dan called back,
from somewhere inside. "Of course, I could always use a Brownie."
"Dan!" Julie scolded. "We do have neighbors." She hurried me
inside and firmly closed the door. "We'll have dinner first," Julie said.
"Dan can't work on an empty stomach." She pecked me on the cheek with
a kiss. "I don't have a centerpiece for the dining table. Would you
please display your pretty breasts for us at dinner?"
My breath caught in my throat. Talk about getting off to a quick
start! I was indignant at Julie's boldness and about to turn on my heels
and leave when my eyes settled on Dan. He was sprawled on a sofa in
the living room, unshaven, his blonde locks tumbling over his shoulders,
his shirt partly unbuttoned, displaying a hairy chest. I felt as if I were
in the presence of a lion. Instinctively my hand touched the buttons on
my blouse. I felt a sudden yearning to feed him my breasts, to nourish
his mouth with my nipples. Dan smiled at me benignly. How many other
girls had he played these games with? He was so cool.
Without really thinking I flicked open two buttons on my blouse,
then two more. Julie stepped in at this point and calmly helped me out
of my blouse. Underneath I wore a lacy white bra. Julie complimented
it, then insisted that it must come off too. I reached behind me,
thrusting out my large, well-formed titties, cupped so prettily in lace.
I looked at Julie with big, liquid eyes, hoping for a reprieve, finding
none. As soon as I popped open the clasp at the back of my bra her
expert fingers reached up and eased the bra off my juddering boobs.
Julie seemed relieved at my compliance. I felt a certain tension
ease within me also, although I still felt anxious and my nipples were
quavering with excitement. Julie turned and carried my clothes to a
closet where she hung them. With a little key she locked the closet.
Then Julie turned back to me and invited me to help her in the kitchen
with the final preparations for dinner.
Julie herself was conservatively dressed. She wore a blouse and
matching knee length skirt, with an open jacket draped over her
shoulders. Julie's hair was piled loosely atop her head. Her spiked five
inch heels clicked on the tiled floor of the kitchen as she entered it.
I felt strange as I helped Julie in the kitchen with my bare
breasts wiggling lewdly as I worked. She told me to sift some flour
and a few puffs of the white stuff settled onto my naked boobies. Julie
noticed and calmly wiped off the powder with her fingers. Her touch
was efficient, not erotic, as if she'd done this with other females
countless times before. I finished sifting my flour and turned to
kneading dough.
Finally Julie had me set the table. As I walked out into the dining
area with the silverware in hand, Dan's eyes met my breasts. He gazed
at them longingly, still reclining on the sofa. I couldn't help but feel
proud of my twin endowments. I stuck them out at him and a smile lit
my face. He watched as I set the table. I felt suddenly very happy. It
was fun to go topless! I'd never done it before. I sashayed about the
table, rolling my hips and bouncing my tits. Every time I bent forward
to place a knife or a fork my little miniskirt rode up my ass, exposing
my pantied bottom. Then I retreated to the kitchen for more bare-
breasted duties.
Soon we were ready to eat. Dan sat down at the head of the table
and we sat on either side of him. I ate somewhat self-consciously,
since I was the only one without a shirt on. The conversation was
surprisingly mild. Dan talked about his day at work and asked me about
my schooling. I had just finished my freshman year in high school and
was looking forward to being a sophomore, no longer in the "runt class"
at school.
"I know what you mean," Dan said. "I felt like a walking cherry as
a freshman." Julie and I both laughed.
"Speaking of which," Julie piped in. "Are you still cherry
anywhere?" She looked at me directly. I gulped. Dan gazed at me
expectantly.
"I-I have had a few boyfriends," I stammered.
"And your bottom?" Dan asked.
"N-No," I said. "He didn't..." My voice trailed off.
"Ah," Dan said. His voice seemed to catch in his throat.
"Have some more wine, dear," Julie told me. She refilled my
glass. I lifted it to my lips and sipped. My body felt relaxed.
I heard a sound of unzipping. Julie glanced at Dan.
"Do you need some air, honey?" she asked.
"I'm afraid I do," Dan replied. I couldn't believe he was undoing
himself right at the dinner table. I wanted to steal a peek under the
table. Julie had hinted that Dan was very big. Involuntarily I rimmed
my lips with the tip of my tongue. Julie insisted that I finish my peas.
Wordlessly I complied.
"May I be excused?" I asked a bit later. Julie looked up at me.
"Do you have to go potty?"
"Y-Yes," I said. "I'll just be a minute." I made to rise but she
stopped me.
"No," Julie said, raising a delicately manicured hand. "We have
plans for your pee." My jaw dropped in shock.
"You're kidding, right?" I asked.
"From now on you should try not to speak unless you are spoken
to," Dan advised me gently. I wanted to get up and run out the door, but
Julie had locked my clothes in her closet. I squirmed in my seat. I
spooned up my strawberry dessert but could think only of my bladder.
Dan finished eating and rose. I gasped and dropped my spoon as
my eyes caught their first sight of his cock. It was 12 inches of thick,
pulsing muscle, with a drop of pre-cum on the tip. Nonchalantly Dan
picked up his empty wine glass and pissed into it. He grabbed mine too
and filled it nearly full.
"Ah," Dan said. "I love taking a good piss after a good meal." He
gave Julie and me a wicked glance. "Especially in front of two of my
favorite admirers."
"Do go and set up the room, dear," Julie said, still finishing her
dessert. "Kim and I will be with you shortly."
I watched with fascination as Dan turned and walked away, cock
waggling. I felt a great deal of fear, for I had no idea what I might be
getting into. But the sight of Dan's breathtaking cock kept me from
bolting from the apartment.
"Let's clear the table, Kimmy," Julie ordered, and rose from her
chair. We rinsed the dishes and loaded them in the dishwasher. Then
Julie checked my makeup and took me by the hand. "Come, we have a
busy night ahead of us," she said. "It's time we got started."
Trembling with uncertainty, I let Julie lead me through their
townhouse. I burned to pee. My hips wriggled exceedingly even as I did
my best to walk daintily, ladylike to my fate.
"Stop dancing around so much," Julie scolded me as we walked, as
if I were some recalcitrant child. "I have to go too but I don't make a
show of it, do I?" She added. It was true. Her full, womanly hips
rolled gracefully from side to side, her gait only a bit more exaggerated
than usual. I strove to walk like her, to no avail.
We came to what looked like a clothes closet, two doors side by
side at the end of the hall. Julie drew back one door. It slid easily on
its tracks. We stepped inside the narrow alcove of the closet, pushing
a few hanging garments aside. There was another door set into the rear
wall.
"Our room is soundproofed," Julie explained. "So our neighbors
can't hear the screaming."
I swear I would have turned and run, but the wine I'd drank slowed
my judgement, my reactions. Julie swung open the rear door and pushed
me inside, following quickly behind me. I stood in a black chamber and
heard the door thud shut. Then it was bolted.
The lights flicked on. Dan was there, a mask over his face, bare
chested, with tight pants on and boots. He was dressed like an
executioner, but with his fly open, his cock sticking out. It throbbed
mightily with every beat of his heart.
Julie, behind me, unzipped my miniskirt as I unwillingly surveyed
the room. Massive machines built to stretch and rend the human body
waited menacingly. It looked like an exercise room, except as I soon
would learn, the training focused on the genitalia. As my gaze caught
sight of a rack of snakelike whips I knew the phrase "No pain, no gain"
would be given an entirely new meaning here. Tipsy with drink and
frozen in a state of shock, I felt my skirt drop to my ankles. At a nudge
from Julie I stepped out of it. My translucent panties were now my
only remaining protection. My agitated bottom, desperate to pee, had
caused my slinky panties to bunch in my ass crack. I reached back to
straighten them but Julie caught my wrists.
"No," she said. She ordered me to walk over to Dan. I obeyed,
walking as gracefully as possible, my ass cheeks hanging out and my
bottom shivering. Dan's eyes fixed on my panty-covered bush as I
approached him, visible thru the semi-sheer fabric. I came up to him
and stood expectantly, my nipples stiff, my mouth slightly open. I
looked at him with my big eyes and begged him in a whispery voice to
let me go to the bathroom. I trembled with the intensity of my need.
Dan thrust a hand against my crotch and rubbed me there.
"No! Dan!" I cried. He was intensifying my need to pee, pushing me
to the breaking point. I didn't want to pee in my panties! Suddenly my
bladder broke open and a rush of pee flooded my panties and gushed
down the insides of my thighs.
"Oooh! Naughty girl!" Julie cried out behind me. Dan had
withdrawn his hand and he stood gazing at me sternly. I bowed my
head, feeling intense humiliation as I stood stock still in a pool of my
own pee. My hair hung elegantly in gold-spun coils about my face and
bare white shoulders, still perfect from my afternoon at the beauty
parlor. My high heels glittered with an unnatural sheen, wet with urine.
"Now look what you've done! You've spoiled our fun!" Julie said
angrily. "Remove those panties at once!"
Fearfully I stripped off my undies. I couldn't tell whether Julie
was really mad at me or secretly happy as I handed her my last shred of
protection. She rung out my panties, clucking disapprovingly, and put
them aside.
Dan told me to come over to the end of the room with him. Meekly
I obeyed. Behind me Julie began doffing her clothes. Dan filled a bucket
with water from an outdoor-type faucet set in the wall. He stirred the
water in the pail with a sponge and then began washing my flanks. The
water was cold, I shivered.
"Spread your legs," Dan ordered. I widened my stance. "Good girl."
Dan rinsed off each of my legs, then studiously set to work on my cunt
and bottom crack. I gritted my teeth, gasped, suffering a hopelessly
uncontrollable sense of arousal. I was a young mare in heat, being
bathed in my stable.
Dan left me dry from the waist up. "There," he said, breaking off
just as I shuddered on the precipice of a first orgasm.
"Please," I moaned, desperate for him to finish me. Julie grasped
my shoulders from behind. She was naked now, save for her heels. She
whispered words of comfort and restraint, repeating a line from a
popular song:
"Relax, don't do it, when you want to come..." Her voice was softly
musical.
Julie's touch was light upon my shoulders, airy, yet I felt I must
obey. My hands trembled at my sides, yearning to touch myself, but
forbidden to do so.
"Let's take a tour," Julie whispered, as Dan gestured invitingly
toward the machines.
My hand found its way into Julie's and we padded, hand in hand,
behind Dan as he showed us around. Each device was explained to me
carefully and patiently. They wanted no misunderstandings, they said,
about what I was getting myself into. But Julie kept a firm grip on my
hand, as if to deny me any chance to back out. Her eyes danced merrily
as I tremblingly surveyed each evil contraption. I lifted a cuff here,
touched a dangling chain there, not really understanding what I was
being told but nodding my head agreeably. Only the lurid sight of Dan's
awesome rod constantly before by eyes kept me from doing all I might
to escape.
"Dan, dear, I do have to go," Julie said at last, waggling her hips
as a suddenly intense pee-tremor coursed through her.
"I suggest we get started then," Dan said, shooting me a
meaningful glance. Instinctively I cringed and drew back. Julie
squeezed my hand tightly.
"Young lady, you haven't been punished yet for peeing in your
panties," Dan said to me with a sudden sternness. "You *will* learn
control here. You will be taught to control your bladder like a proper
young lady, like Julie here." Julie gave a grimaced half-smile and put a
hand, for the first time, between her squirming thighs. She looked like
a kindergarten girl. I wanted to laugh.
"You will learn the wifely duties also," Dan continued. "To
prepare you for marriage. And you will be opened up to prepare you for
childbirth. It is important that you cooperate as best you can. Gags
will be provided as needed to keep your screams bearable. You will be
blindfolded sometimes to shield you from the true nature of the
torments about to test you. And restraints will be graciously provided
to help you endure to the finish."
My soft white skin had dried completely from my mini-bath. Dan
caressed my hips with his fingertips as he spoke, standing slightly
sideways to avoid hitting me with his upstanding cock. He gazed
alternately at my stiff-nippled boobies and moistening dell, with its
little bud hidden in the curls. Dan drank in my beauty, in awe of me
even as he spoke of how he would dominate me.
"You will work, and work hard," Julie chimed in. "But you won't be
using your hands and feet much." She ran a finger down my tingling
spine, and continued ever so lightly into my bottom crack. "You'll be
laboring with your hips, your ass. And your boobs will be milked
repeatedly until they hurt, to prepare you for the day when they do give
milk, to a hungry baby."
"Don't plan on doing much walking afterwards," Dan continued.
"You will be so sore from being full of cock all weekend that just to
move your legs will be an act of agony."
"But you'll recover," Julie said. She licked her finger and
insinuated it between my bottomcheeks. I gasped.
"Look on the bright side. You will have an easy childbirth," Dan
said smilingly. He faced me and flexed his knees, bending to nudge my
cuntlips with his cockhead. The precum from his penis tip mingled
with the juices moistening my dell. Wide-eyed and mouth sensuously
agape, I reached out and clasped his throbbing dick with both my little
hands. I struggled to encircle it completely with my fingers, or so I
thought, so humongous did it seem. I rose on tiptoe, unsteady on my
heels, mounting myself precariously on my new toy. As I began to ease
down I felt not only Dan's cockhead pushing at me but Julie's finger
also, in my rear.
"I have only one cock but each of you has three orifices," Dan said,
his words beginning to blur in my ears. My pulse raced as I felt my
insides slowly begin to be impaled. "To keep you full we'll use
vibrators, dildoes, and yes, fingers."
"Do not tighten yourself Kimmy," Julie urged, as I instinctively
clenched my cheeks to protect my bowels, even as I lowered myself,
conspiring to have them penetrated. Dan's cock was all I really wanted,
but thanks to Julie's wickedness I wouldn't get one without the other.
A wetness seemed to coat my nether channel now as her digit pressed
more insistently. In front I felt Dan's cockhead opening my labia lips
amidst a swirl of delicious new moisture.
"Ooch!" I cried out suddenly as the ring of my anus popped open
against the bold pressure of Julie's finger. She burrowed within my
nether tube. The shock of violation seemed like a kind of pain to me.
"No! Please!" I cried.
Just then Dan breached my labia, his cockhead splitting wide my
tight lips which engulfed it.
"Aaah!" he and I both cried together, our breaths mingling sweetly.
Our carnal games had begun. Dan grunted at my tightness. In truth I'd
only ever dallied with a younger boy. I'd had no boyfriend my own age,
just a lad of 12 whom I induced to spear me with his little thing at
summer camp. This was my first real cock, and it was a big one. Dan
unflexed his knees and I was lifted up rather than being penetrated
further, so tight was I. But then some female instinct took over.
Somehow I opened to him, just a bit, as the weight of my body bore me
down upon him. He surged his loins upward in desperation. I screamed
and felt his stiffness spear me as nothing ever had before.
Simultaneously I seated myself upon Julie's finger, which pierced
me deeply and painfully. I was in agony as both my channels opened for
the first time to intruders. My body heaved and shook, I began crying.
Yet a warm glow suffused my loins, and newfound moisture within my
channels eased the upward passage.
"Good girl, good girl," I heard Julie softly complimenting me, her
breath upon my back as our bare bodies twisted together. Before me
Dan manfully clutched me and rodded himself in my dell, his hairy chest
titillating my stiff nipples.
No sooner had both my partners invaded me than they withdrew,
almost to the point of leaving me. I sucked in my breath and screamed
as both ends of me were impaled anew. Deeper they both went this
time, then retreated, only to thrust up again.
"Aaagh! Aaagh! Aaagh!" I cried as I became like a rag doll atop
their rigid members. They pumped me with ever greater fury as I
strove, to little avail, to open myself up as much as possible, to avoid
injury. In my mind I was being hurt badly.
Dan grunted, pleased now with my tightness, rodding me
repeatedly. Julie worked herself up and down my back passage, whilst
squeezing her own thighs tightly together with her need to pee.
I must have blacked out for a moment, for the next thing I knew I
was being wracked by a continuous series of orgasms, seemingly never
ending and never beginning, "Worlds without end," as they say in church.
My lusty partners pressed their wet flesh to mine, rodding me deeply
and covering me all about my face and hair with kisses. Dan had torn
off his mask and I thrilled to the feel of his stubbled cheeks against my
face. Julia's tongue danced with mine intermittently, tasting of the
strawberries we'd had for dessert.
Hot gruel flooded my insides suddenly, sperming the deepest
recesses of my hungry, newly opened uterus. Multiple spasms shook me.
Julie groaned and ground her pelvis into my bottomcheeks, pulling her
finger out at last to make space for her pussy.
I'd never been humped by a woman before and it was wild, this
bitch in heat trying to fuck my ass. Of course, pressing directly
against me from behind, her poor clitty met only air where the cheeks
of my bottom inrolled to form my cleft. She had to alternate between
either of my cheeks, squishing her button as best she could against my
twin mounds of protruding flesh. My ass cheeks became covered with
her wetness and then a new shock came. She was peeing!
"Julieee!" I cried, as a torrent of pee baptized my ass.
Dan laughed and gave me a final thrust, urging Julie to save some
of her pee for later. She must have done this, for the flow abruptly
stopped. I was weeping with happiness and the aftereffects of fright.
At last I was let down from my twin-peaked perch, thoroughly violated
and dripping bodily fluids. I was led stumblingly to a couch. We
collapsed upon it in a tangle of arms and legs, Dan on the bottom on his
back, and me sandwiched on my back between the two of them. Julie
lay facing me, our titties nestled together and cunt hairs entwined. I
fell asleep exchanging kisses with Julie while Dan exploringly stroked
my bottom.
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