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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
FEVERED FALL
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Chapter Two
ÒYEEEEEEK!Ó I cried. I had come home half an hour early from school.
IÕd come up the driveway humming a happy tune about Tommy the Tugboat,
who Told. Tommy told about everything: drugs, strange men in the
neighborhood, even parked cars along the curb that didnÕt look like they
ÒbelongedÓ there. The song went like this:
IÕm Tommy, and I Tell!
ThatÕs why All is Well!
I patrol the harbor,
Nearer and farther,
And Tell everything I see!
Nothing gets by Me!
Anyway I came into the house and there was my aunt, being attacked!
At least it looked like she was. My boyfriend, Brad, was arched over her.
He was completely naked, except for his socks. His pants were tossed
over the back of a chair and he was pounding on her, with his hips. His
long, thick penis was hammering her repeatedly. He looked like one of
those workingmen that you see in the street, operating a drill. With
vengeful pneumatic-like strokes he thrust himself into my auntÕs soft,
shuddering body. She groaned. She lifted her legs, as if trying to rise, but
my boyfriendÕs thrusting cock kept moving in and out of her, pinning her to
the couch. She clawed his back. He swore at her.
There were no kisses. There were no sweet blandishments. They
werenÕt even hugging. Brad was braced by his elbows, his face a little
above my auntÕs and his eyes alternately staring at nothing and shut tight.
His hips did most of the movement, forward and back, up and down. His
ass looked like a tight ball, both cheeks clenched hard. His penis was
engorged and dripping with my auntÕs intimate juices. Brad worked it
remorselessly between her legs, as if trying to rip out her insides with
the long, plunging strokes of his organ.
ÒStop! Please! What are you doing?!Ó I shouted to both of them.
Neither responded. It was as if I wasnÕt there. Brad kept pumping, my
aunt, willingly or not, received his every stroke with new shudders of her
body.
I watched as Brad climaxed and delivered his load of sperm deep into
my aunt. She shouted, trembled, broke into screams.
Somewhat red-faced, my aunt explained to me afterward what theyÕd
been doing.
ÒIÕm helping him practise, dear,Ó my auntie explained. She sat next
to me on the couch where theyÕd fucked and I, still in my school clothes,
sat between her and my boyfriend. I rubbed BradÕs hairy thigh. I eyed his
cock. It was much diminished now. Droplets of sperm oozed from its tip,
forming a pool on the couchÕs brocaded surface, but my aunt seemed not to
mind. It made me wonder why she was so worried about my water
balloons, when she didnÕt seem to mind at all having boys shoot their jism
onto her furniture. Near my hips, the couch was wet from their tryst.
ÒWhy does he need to practise?Ó I asked my aunt. I reached between
BradÕs legs and fondled his flaccid penis. It was warm and slick from
fucking. It felt strange.
ÒBecause,Ó my aunt said. Her blush became deeper. She was dressed
in a robe but it was open where her legs met. With a flick of her hand she
covered her bush. Then she shifted her hips, and the robe fell open again. I
saw sticky stuff gleaming in the lowermost portion of her pubic hair;
BradÕs sperm. HeÕd overfilled her cunt and it was seeping out into her robe
and perhaps onto the surface of the couch also. My aunt coughed, tugged at
her robe again, then said: ÒBecause, dear, weÕve been invited to a fuck
fest.Ó
ÒA what?Ó I asked. BradÕs cock grew a little within the inquiring
grasp of my fingers.
ÒItÕs called a fuck fest, dearest,Ó my aunt said. She reached out and
patted my head, stroking my hair. It was the same hand sheÕd used to pull
at her robe and I squirmed, I didnÕt want her putting BradÕs sperm in my
hair.
ÒDo I have to go?Ó I asked.
ÒOnly if you want to,Ó my aunt said. She looked at my boyfriend.
ÒBrad and I are going,Ó she said.
ÒWell then IÕm going too!Ó I declared. ÒBut I donÕt want to be
fucked.Ó
ÒWhat are you doing home from school early?Ó my aunt asked me.
ÒI brought you a note about it, last week,Ó I said. ÒTommy the
Tugboat visited us and made a special presentation, about Telling, and so
we got out early.Ó
ÒOh,Ó my aunt said. She lowered her eyes and pulled again at her
robe, finally pulling enough of it across her thighs so that it wouldnÕt slip
off and reveal her nest when she moved her hips again. It was made of the
softest, smoothest silk. It was a robe from Japan, like the Geisha girls
wear.
ÒWhoÕs Tommy the Tugboat?Ó Brad asked me.
ÒTommy Tells on everybody,Ó I said. BradÕs cock grew bigger. It
exceeded the scope of my hand.
ÒTell Tommy IÕm getting another hard on,Ó Brad said. He glanced
past me at my aunt. I watched as his dick grew and grew, spontaneously,
like the vine in Jack and the Beanstalk.
ÒNo more, dearest. You must conserve your strength,Ó my aunt said.
ÒItÕs not for another two days,Ó Brad said. He shifted his hips. He
eased his hand between his legs, clasped mine, and made my small fingers
close over his shaft. Then he began working his hips back and forth,
holding my hand over his dick and making me masturbate him!
ÒNo, Brad!Ó my aunt said. She leaned past me and slapped at his
hand, holding mine.
ÒWhy not?Ó Brad, naked and callous, asked.
ÒBecause I want you to do superbly, darling,Ó my aunt told him. ÒI
want you to be the very best.Ó
ÒGod, I want to shoot again,Ó Brad breathed.
ÒAuntie, heÕs making me jerk him off,Ó I told Rebecca. BradÕs cock,
fully engorged now, felt like a big summer sausage in my small hand. He
thrust it along my grasping fingers, still wet from my auntÕs cunt and
eager to spend again, even if it meant shooting himself on the floor.
ÒBrad! ThatÕs enough!Ó my aunt said. She prised his fingers off mine
and pulled my hand from between BradÕs legs.
ÒUnh,Ó Brad grunted. He seemed like a cave man, sitting next to me,
hairy and sweaty and with his big thing sticking up between his legs, wet
from my aunt and wanting more.
ÒBrad, youÕre getting me sticky,Ó I said, looking at my freed hand,
feeling the wetness of my aunt upon it, and the wetness of his own loins,
still oozing forth seminal fluid from his last engagement. I held my hand
away from myself so it wouldnÕt get anything on my blouse.
My aunt regarded me closely. She brushed my hair back from my
face, her fingers smelling of sex. I wrinkled my nose.
ÒChloe,Ó my aunt said. She peered into my eyes. Reluctantly I met
them with my own.
ÒYes, auntie?Ó I asked.
ÒI know Brad is your boyfriend, and I-- I apologize for having him
without asking, but I want the two of us to go to a party this weekend.
Together.Ó
ÒThe fuck fest?Ó I asked.
ÒYes,Ó my aunt blushed.
ÒGod, I need it bad,Ó Brad said, looking down at his cock.
ÒHe would look so fine,Ó Rebecca told me. ÒSo fine. HeÕs very good
at becoming erect and at recovering from an orgasm. I want you to allow
Brad to try his best at the fuck fest. He needs to be full of sperm for that
to happen. So,Ó she grinned, blushing. ÒSo even if you donÕt want to go, or
cum if you do go, I want you to leave Brad alone for the next two days. Let
him fill up. Let him get really desperate. Then when we go to the fuck
fest this weekend, heÕll be the champion fucker.Ó
ÒHeÕs already a fucker,Ó I said, turning my face and looking at him.
My aunt caught me by my cheek and made me face her again.
ÒReally, Chloe,Ó she said. She peered deep into my eyes. ÒReally. In
fact, I want you to supervise him. You know how boys are. Always looking
for an opportunity to wank themselves. Half an hour from now youÕll both
be out in the pool, playing, and heÕll try to rub himself against you. Or
heÕll tell you heÕs going to go use the toilet, and you know what boys
sometimes do in there, when they get really desperate.Ó
ÒI know!Ó I said. ÒI saw my cousin Johnnie in the bathroom once, and
he was, like, sitting on the toilet to poop, but he was also yanking hard on
his dick, even though it was so big it stuck out over the toilet seat, and
the head of it was hanging over the floor.Ó
ÒYes, dear,Ó my aunt said. ÒYou told me that when you were eight. I
havenÕt forgotten.Ó
ÒAnd heÕs like, 25 too! He shouldnÕt be spurting all over the floor!Ó I
said.
ÒSo anyway, I want you to be a little bit like Tommy the Tugboat,Ó
my aunt explained. ÒKeep an eye on Brad. And donÕt let him get away with
anything. DonÕt let him fuck you, donÕt let him wank himself, donÕt let him
do anything. I want his balls completely full for the fuck fest.Ó
ÒAlright,Ó I said. I grinned. I liked the idea of supervising my
boyfriend.
ÒNow,Ó my aunt said, with a toss of her long, chestnut-brown hair.
ÒItÕs important that Brad exercise. He slept late today, so he still needs
to swim his laps. Would you please take him out back and see that he does
all of them?Ó
ÒGod, I donÕt want to swim, I want to fuck,Ó Brad said, turning and
looking hopefully at my aunt.
ÒBrad, I love having a man of the house, but here the woman of the
house is above the man of the house,Ó my aunt told him. ÒI want you to go
out back and do your laps while I fix you dinner. Then, after dinner, weÕll
read sexy stories, by the fire, to keep you thinking about sex so your balls
stay inspired to become as full as possible. And IÕm going to make us
eggnog too, because I read eggnog causes men to produce lots of sperm in
their balls.Ó
ÒAugh!Ó Brad said. He arched his hips. ÒThatÕs what I donÕt need.Ó
ÒAnd then,Ó my aunt said, pausing to lick her lips. ÒThen, Brad
dearest, IÕm going to put you in my bed and tie you spread-eagled to it, on
your back, with your glorious cock sticking up hard and ready all night.Ó
My aunt slipped a hand between the folds of her kimono, and rubbed herself
where Brad had fucked her.
ÒWhat if he needs a drink of water?Ó I asked my aunt.
ÒThen youÕll get up and get it for him,Ó my aunt told me. ÒBecause
you and I, dear Chloe, are going to sleep on either side of Brad, to keep
watch over him all night long.Ó
ÒHeÕll be as desperate as a tiger by Friday,Ó I confessed to my aunt,
turning my head and looking at BradÕs penis. It stuck up like a spear, red
and throbbing and obviously hungry.
ÒYes, thatÕs the point,Ó my aunt said. ÒHeÕll be raring to go.Ó
ÒYou girls are terrible,Ó Brad said.
I looked at my bosoms. ÒAuntie! My top is too small!Ó I protested. I
had on a black bikini swimsuit. Its cups held my nipples, but little else,
leaving the rondure of my bosom-cones appealingly naked. I gazed at the
whiteness of my breasts, set off starkly against my more deeply tanned
tummy and shoulders. How embarrassing for my bosoms to be so
revealingly displayed! And the little top only seemed to emphasize my
tits, snugly fitting over my nipples but not the rest of my mammaries.
The bottom of the bikini was worse. A small, flat pouch, cut like a
slim triangle, lay smoothly over my dell. The rest of the panty was just a
string. It ran round my hips, holding up the triangle of material over my
pussy. It connected to a thong in back that split the cheeks of my bottom.
My sex was barely contained in the panty. In front, the triangle of
material cupped the front of my labial lips. But the back half of my sex
was left exposed. The pantyÕs front pouch gave out, halfway back along my
sex, turning into a thong which dipped into the lips of my pussy instead of
spreading across the lips and covering them.
I tugged at my panties and tried adjusting them. No luck. They still
lay awkwardly upon my sex, both hiding me and, at the same time,
separating me. If I wasnÕt careful the whole panty would wedge itself
into my lips and leave me showing my dell to all who cared to look.
ÒAuntie!Ó I cried again. I fussed with my top. ÒWhy is my bikini
made of leather, auntie?Ó I asked. ÒI canÕt go swimming in a leather
bikini!Ó
My aunt walked briskly into my bedroom. She wore panties like
mine, with a bustier. It was made of leather, and was black, the same
color as my bikini. She was lacing up the front of it with her fingers. She
wore gloves on her hands; long, opera-length gloves that extended all the
way up above her elbows. Her bosoms, not yet contained by the bustier,
wobbled freely above its bra cups. Her nipples were hard.
ÒDarling, donÕt yell so loud. Your windowÕs open. Do you want the
neighbors to hear?Ó my aunt asked me.
ÒMy swimsuitÕs too racy,Ó I told her. ÒAnd I want gloves, like you
have.Ó
My aunt ignored me and went to my closet. She drew a pair of boots
from it. They were made of polished leather.
ÒHere, put these on,Ó my aunt said.
ÒBut auntie, you bought those for me to go riding with!Ó I said. ÒOn
horses.Ó
ÒI know,Ó my aunt smiled. ÒBut I want you to wear them tonight too.
Do you have a ribbon? Tie your hair in a pony tail and put a black ribbon in
it, to match your swimsuit.Ó
ÒThis is silly,Ó I said, taking the boots from her. ÒI look like IÕm
going riding and to the pool too! And in leather.Ó
ÒYes,Ó my aunt said. She turned. ÒBrad. Brad, darling, does it fit?Ó
My boyfriend walked into the room. He was nude except for a
zippered pouch over his cock. It held him like a stocking, leaving his balls
free. The pouch was made of leather, black like the clothes my aunt and I
were wearing.
ÒThis is the most ridiculous pair of underpants IÕve ever put on,Ó
Brad said. ÒThey donÕt even hold my balls. And in back, thereÕs just this
damn rope cutting between the cheeks of my ass.Ó He tugged at a leather
thong splitting his bottomcheeks.
ÒYes,Ó my aunt said. ÒTheyÕre not meant to be practical, dear.
TheyÕre meant for show.Ó
Brad flexed his arms. His muscles bulged. He looked at me, then in
my bedroom mirror. He ran a hand through his hair, admiring himself. His
cock stuck out from his body.
ÒI donÕt want to wear a collar,Ó Brad said to my auntÕs reflection, in
my mirror.
ÒYouÕll wear that, plus a leash too,Ó my aunt said. ÒGo into my
bedroom. ThereÕs one in the top drawer.Ó
ÒDamn, I look good,Ó Brad said, still staring at himself. He was lean
and strong from his daily exercising in our pool. He was tanned all over,
except for his buns, where my aunt had insisted he cover himself so his
ass would be Ònice and white for our party.Ó Now, his bottom uncovered,
it stood out starkly white against the trim tanned lines of his thighs and
back. ÒI canÕt believe you want me to go dressed like this, with my ass
showing,Ó Brad said. ÒAre there going to be other men there?Ó
ÒYes,Ó my aunt said.
ÒWhat if some of them are fucking gays?Ó Brad said.
ÒThen donÕt bend over,Ó my aunt smirked.
ÒLook at me. I look like IÕm going swimming, and horse riding too,Ó I
told Brad, sitting on the floor and pulling my boots on. He turned. He
looked down at me.
ÒIf your aunt werenÕt standing right here IÕd be on you, fucking you
so fast, you wouldnÕt know what hit you,Ó Brad told me frankly.
ÒThanks a lot,Ó I said. I sat with my legs splayed, pulling on my
boots, and Brad looked between my legs.
ÒThat suit doesnÕt even cover her little snatch,Ó Brad told my aunt.
ÒSuch a pity,Ó my aunt said, leaning forward as she fitted herself
into the bustier.
ÒItÕs a disgrace for a girl her age to be outfitted like that,Ó Brad
told my aunt.
ÒPunch me in my tummy, dear. IÕve got to get this bustier on,Ó my
aunt said. Then, seeing Brad seemed eager to do as she wished, my aunt
added: ÒNot too hard!Ó
I watched as Brad punched my aunt. It forced the breath from her
and she yanked hard on the strings of her bustier. It closed over her. She
smiled, gasped.
ÒThanks,Ó Rebecca told my boyfriend.
ÒHere, let me pull on those strings for you,Ó Brad said. ÒI can make
your bustier nice and tight for you.Ó
ÒNot-- too-- tight,Ó my aunt sighed, watching as Brad, his zipped-up
cock sticking out in front of him like a spear, tugged on her bustierÕs ties.
My auntÕs bosoms, enclosed now within the garment, bulged soft and
tempting above the bustier as Brad made it tighter. When Brad had tied
off the bustierÕs strings my auntÕs nipples could be seen rising from the
top of the bustier, the upper half of each fleshy red disk showing, like
twin suns rising. One of her nipples popped free. I gazed at the wiggling
point of her tit.
ÒOoops,Ó my aunt said.
ÒHere, let me get it,Ó Brad said. He tucked my auntÕs nipple back
into the bustier as she watched.
ÒYouÕre full, but when we come home youÕre going to be empty,Ó I
told Brad, gazing up at him from the floor.
ÒI know,Ó Brad said.
ÒYouÕre going to spurt your sperm out at the party,Ó I said.
ÒBrad knows that, dear,Ó my aunt said.
ÒYouÕre going to make a deposit, like when we go to the bank!Ó I said.
ÒIÕm going to get some much-needed relief,Ó Brad said.
ÒIÕm not. I donÕt need any. IÕm a girl,Ó I told him.
ÒYou may just watch if you wish, dear,Ó my aunt told me.
ÒAre you going to get fucked, auntie?Ó I asked.
Rebecca blushed. ÒI-- I donÕt know, dear,Ó my aunt said. ÒPerhaps I
wonÕt care for any of the men. I donÕt know who will be there.Ó She
clapped her hands, as if to silence me. ÒLetÕs just enjoy ourselves, okay?Ó
she asked. ÒAfter all, itÕs the weekend!Ó
The party was to take place in a hotel downtown. A large suite had
been reserved. The use of a suite for such an affair ensured that nobodyÕs
own property was involved; if anything went awry, nobodyÕs home was on
the line. A person might get sued, but the police could not call their home
Òa crime scene.Ó I saw the need for this precaution shortly after we
arrived.
At the door, we were met by a girl with an elfin face. She was
blonde, with lustrous big eyes, taller than me but shorter than my aunt.
She opened the door to the hotel suite and stared out at us, her lips soft,
her gaze inviting, but perhaps slightly bored. She drew the suiteÕs door
inward, letting half her body be seen. She was topless. She seemed not to
mind that we had a full, perfect view of one of her tits, with its rose red
nipple standing up perkily at the summit of her breast. In fact, as she
regarded us, she tugged lightly on the skimpy bikini panties she wore. She
pulled at the front of them, as if her small feminine sex found them too
tight. Or perhaps her cunny was too aroused, and wished to be free of her
panty.
We were street clothes over our costumes, so they wouldnÕt be seen.
ÒAre you here for the party?Ó the pouty blonde asked. Her liquid
eyes scanned us.
ÒYes,Ó my aunt replied.
ÒIÕm here for the party too,Ó I told the girl, who seemed to focus
herself entirely too much, I thought, on my boyfriend. Brad, in response to
the girlÕs gaze, opened the top button of his shirt, showing his collar.
ÒOh,Ó the girl said, looking at Brad. ÒPlease come in.Ó She drew
back the door. Rebecca pushed me ahead, I exchanged glances with the
blonde and she looked at me with snub-nosed insouciance. I wanted to
stick my tongue out at her, but didnÕt.
ÒRight over here,Ó the blonde said, closing the door behind us. She
pointed to a table. I saw clothes hung on hooks in front of the table. A
brunette was standing behind it, smiling. She had on a leopard print teddy.
Its plunging V front ran all the way down to her dell. Wisps of her pussy
hair showed at the base of her teddyÕs V. I gazed at her flat, nude belly, at
the dimple of her navel. How wicked her teddy was! Her bosoms were
tentatively held, the cloth of the teddy covering just the nipples, leaving
all the rest to be seen. It was, as Seneca might say, ÒThe sort of garment
which revealed no more when it was taken off.Ó
(I read about Seneca for a book report I had to do; he owns all the
grape juice at the grocery store.)
I felt jealous, having my boyfriend surrounded by such lovely,
scantily-clad women. The redhead behind the table nodded to us and
lightly touched a riding crop lying atop the table. My aunt turned. She
began unbuttoning my boyfriendÕs shirt. As she did, the others watched,
and the leash connected to my boyfriendÕs collar, hanging down the front
of his chest, inside his shirt, gleamed out at them.
ÒOh, heÕs already been trained,Ó the spoilt blonde who couldnÕt stop
tugging on her panties remarked.
ÒA little,Ó my aunt said. ÒYou know how guys are. ThereÕs always
more work to be done.Ó
ÒMmmm, I love guys whoÕve been housebroken,Ó the redhead said.
She grinned at me.
ÒHeÕs my boyfriend,Ó I told her.
ÒYou have wonderful taste, dear, but arenÕt you a little young?Ó the
redhead asked me.
ÒSheÕs quite mature for her age, arenÕt you, Chloe?Ó my aunt asked
me. She finished unbuttoning my boyfriendÕs shirt and pushed it back to
reveal his chest.
ÒAhhh,Ó both females sighed.
ÒOhhh, such big shoulders,Ó the blonde pulling repeatedly at her
panties said when my aunt took off my boyfriendÕs shirt.
ÒAnd now for your pants, Brad,Ó my aunt said, kneeling before my
boyfriend. She unbuckled his belt. She unsnapped and unzipped his
designer trousers. She grinned with delight as she lowered his pants and
showed the girls the leather sheath which held his cock.
ÒOh, such heavy balls,Ó the blonde remarked, seeing that my
boyfriendÕs testicles hung free of the pouch holding his equipment.
ÒIsnÕt he fine?Ó my aunt asked the two women.
ÒWe must measure him,Ó the redhead said.
ÒWhatÕs that?Ó I asked the redhead. I pointed to a device sitting
atop the table, where she stood. It looked like a miniature gallows.
ÒItÕs a guillotine,Ó the redhead giggled. ÒEvery man who comes to
the party must put himself within it, so he can be measured, and to prove
his bravery. And his obedience.Ó
ÒWhat?Ó Brad asked. Like a woman huntress taking out her rifle, my
aunt unzipped the pouch holding BradÕs penis. He sprang free, thick and
hard and long and very naked.
ÒOh, good. HeÕs been circumcised,Ó the redhead said, gazing at my
boyfriendÕs equipment.
ÒOoooh, how naked he is,Ó the blonde said.
ÒCome over here, darling,Ó my aunt said to Brad. ÒYou must show
your willingness to obey by sticking your cock into this miniature
guillotine.Ó
ÒOh, donÕt cut his thing off!Ó I cried. The women laughed.
ÒEvery man must be measured before he can go in to the party,Ó the
blonde told me.
I watched with horror as, impelling my boyfriend forward with a
warm palm on his bottom, my aunt made Brad slide his cock within the
framework of the miniature guillotine. It was, I think, something made to
chop the ends off of cigars, but now it was being used for my boyfriendÕs
cock.
ÒItÕs the largest model, but its still a close fit,Ó the redhead said,
helping my aunt work Brad within the twin posts of the guillotine. I
stared raptly at the sharp blade hanging above his cock.
ÒYou must promise to be very good,Ó the blonde, sidling up to Brad,
told him.
ÒUh, sure,Ó Brad answered. He gaped at his thing within the posts of
the guillotine. His dong looked like a sausage at the supermarket, put into
a slicer for sandwiches.
ÒVery, very good,Ó the redhead said. She took a ruler and measured
BradÕs cock. ÒOh, God! Ten and a half inches!Ó she exclaimed. ÒWhat a
monster!Ó She looked at Rebecca. ÒWe can cut him down to size if you
like.Ó
ÒNo!Ó Brad shouted. The women giggled.
ÒJust kidding, dear,Ó my aunt told Brad. ÒTake yourself out of there
before something happens to you.Ó
ÒThank God!Ó Brad said. Quickly he drew his hips back, retrieving his
erection from that awful device.
ÒLetÕs undress, Chloe,Ó my aunt told me. ÒWe can hang our clothes on
these hooks here.Ó
I looked at the clothes of the other guests, already hung on the walls
just inside the suiteÕs door.
ÒWhat if somebody takes my clothes?Ó I asked my aunt. She smiled.
ÒThen weÕll just have to take theirs, dear,Ó she replied. ÒBut keep
your bikini on for now.Ó
ÒIÕm keeping my bikini on all night!Ó I assured her.
ÒCan I put that, uh, thing back on my dick?Ó Brad asked, looking at
the pouch which had so recently held him, which my aunt now slung up
over one of the wall hooks.
ÒNo,Ó Rebecca answered. ÒMen are to keep themselves vulnerable
and displayed at all times. And ready for sex.Ó She grinned. ÒItÕs why I
didnÕt let you cum for the last two days, darling.Ó
ÒHeÕs full!Ó I told the redhead.
ÒHow remarkable. IÕm empty,Ó the redhead answered. She laughed
heartily, as did my aunt. I blushed a deep red.
ÒYou have nice panties,Ó the blonde told me as I pushed down my
jeans.
ÒThanks. So do you,Ó I replied.
ÒDo you mind if I lick them?Ó the blonde asked me.
ÒHuh?Ó I said.
ÒI like the taste of leather,Ó she smiled at me. It was a seductive
smile. I felt a sudden impulse of feeling for her, like IÕd felt toward Miss
Fredrickson at the office of Mr. LaCrosse.
ÒUh, no,Ó I replied. ÒI donÕt need my panties licked.Ó
ÒWould you like to lick mine?Ó the blond asked me. She jutted forth
her hips. Her panties were made of black silk.
ÒNo,Ó I said.
ÒIÕll eat them,Ó Brad said.
ÒOkay,Ó the blonde told my boyfriend with willing eyes. She turned
slightly and offered her hips to him.
The redhead lifted the riding crop off the table and reached out and
tapped the blonde on her bottom.
ÒBe good, June,Ó the redhead warned her. She looked at my aunt.
ÒJuneÕs job is to make sure all the men stay hard.Ó
ÒOh,Ó my aunt said.
We undressed. My aunt and I stripped down to our bikinis and we
both blushed as the two women present gazed at us with frank admiration.
I looked at a banner hanging above the redheadÕs head, on the wall behind
her. ÒLilithÕs Fuck Fest,Ó it said, in decorative script. It was a small
banner, no more than three feet across, but it sent a thrill of wonder
through me. I knew Lilith was the name often applied to a woman who was
very liberated. If the men, like Brad, were to wear collars and leashes,
and the two women who greeted us were so obviously interested in both
me and my aunt, as well as Brad, were we going to, like, be doing
something together as girls? Sexually? I looked at the blonde tugging at
the front of her panties and licked my lips. How sweet and soft she was!
How submissive... yet challenging! She caused BradÕs penis to stick out
very hard and red, standing there fiddling with her panties, offering her
hips so salaciously, and at the same time she even got me, a girl, excited!
Fortunately Rebecca didnÕt allow Brad to take June up on her offer of
eating her panties, allowing me to keep my jealousy within bounds. How
strange to feel jealous toward a girl, and hot for her at the same time!
Clad only in our miniscule bikinis, with Brad completely naked, save
for his collar and leash, we were led by June into an adjoining room. I
gasped. It was much bigger than the entryway where weÕd hung up our
clothes. There was exercise equipment scattered around the room, as well
as a buffet table with food, a couch, and pillows scattered about the floor.
I saw perhaps a dozen people. The men were all naked, and exercising. The
women wore just a little, enough to tease. They stood around, or sat,
languidly admiring the men. Some of them snacked on the food that had
been provided. Other girls simply watched. Some furtively fingered their
dells.
I gazed with wonder at the sight of raw-boned, bare-assed men
working out on the exercise equipment. They all had collars around their
necks. From the front of each manÕs collar hung a leash. Despite their
bondage, the men acted like men in any weight room, working their bodies,
flexing their muscles, despite being attired like dogs. The girls let them
run free in the room, not controlling them by their leashes as long as they
approved of what they were doing. I looked at the girlsÕ fetching clothes.
They were dressed in a way sure to fire any man to perform at his very
best. One girl wore a mesh cami, with white school girl panties. Another
girl wore a catsuit and a g-string. June led Rebecca and I over to a girl
who was topless, with just panties on, and long, black stockings. She
looked at us, smiled, and picked up a bottle of baby oil.
ÒHi,Ó the topless girl said. ÒWelcome to the fuck fest.Ó
ÒIÕm not going to Do It,Ó I warned her. She smiled warmly, ignoring
my remark. She reached out and with delicate nails pulled open the front
of my leather panties.
ÒOoook! What are you doing?!Ó I protested. Aiming for my bush, the
girl squirted a long shot of baby oil right into my bikini bottom!
ÒRebecca!Ó I cried. My aunt laughed.
ÒAnd now you,Ó the girl said, turning from me, letting go of my
panties, moving to my aunt. I felt wetness in my bush as the girl opened
the front of my auntÕs panties. Another long squirt. A sigh from my aunt.
ÒAuntie! She got my pussy all wet!Ó I complained.
ÒYes, and oily too,Ó my aunt smiled at me. She accepted the baby oil
in her panties without protest. When the topless girl was done she aimed
the bottle she held at BradÕs cock.
ÒAnd now you, sir,Ó the girl said. She fired the baby oil in a long,
shooting squirt against the reddened head of his penis. She hit directly
against his pee hole. Brad gaped, but said nothing. He watched with eager
eyes as the girl proceeded to direct the squirting of the baby oil all along
and around the shaft of his dick. When Brad was dripping wet, she stopped.
ÒNow you must go exercise,Ó my aunt told Brad. She pointed to the
exercise equipment scattered around the room. ÒGo show us your stuff,Ó
she said.
Eagerly my boyfriend hit the weights. He exercised with great
enthusiasm. What a sight it was to see him working out with a bunch of
other young, strong guys! They all were naked and had massive erections.
We girls sat and chatted, watching our men work themselves like a half-
dozen Hercules, doing their labors in order to win our love. All of them
had cocks dripping with baby oil. If a manÕs penis dried off, a girl would
step forward and give him a new squirt. Always it was just his cock that
she aimed at, never any other part of him. How erotic it was to see all
those penises, oiled and ready for whenever we wanted them!
ÒWould you spot me?Ó one big, strong guy asked Brad.
ÒSure,Ó Brad answered, as the man slid face-up onto a weightlifting
bench. Brad leaned in over the man, his oil-coated dick dripping down into
the manÕs face.
ÒSorry about my penis,Ó Brad told the man underneath him.
ÒHey, no problem. IÕm dripping too,Ó the man said. He did his
repetitions on the weight bench. Then they switched places and I watched
with fascinated eyes as Brad, lifting hard, let the manÕs penis drip baby
oil and pre-cum into his open, gasping mouth.
ÒHow do I taste?Ó the man asked Brad, when my boyfriend had
finished doing a set.
ÒA pussy would be much better,Ó Brad replied.
ÒWeÕll get plenty of that soon,Ó the man said.
ÒI hope so,Ó Brad said. ÒI havenÕt had anything in two days.Ó
ÒShit,Ó the man said. ÒI havenÕt cum in a week.Ó
ÒYou must be dying,Ó Brad said.
ÒBe glad I didnÕt jism into your mouth,Ó the man said. ÒIÕm
bisexual.Ó
ÒThanks for the warning,Ó Brad said. ÒBut IÕm not.Ó
ÒIÕm anything,Ó June said, stepping up to the men with a bottle of
baby oil.
ÒWhat? We donÕt need any more of that. WeÕre already dripping all
over each other,Ó Brad protested. Nonetheless June aimed at each manÕs
cock in turn and liberally doused his member along its whole length with
baby oil.
We watched the men exercise some more. They worked like slaves,
eager to please us with the sight of their straining, bulging muscles. Each
man tried to outdo the other in how much weight he could lift. Sometimes
the men cracked gay jokes, or made lewd proposals to each other. I felt I
thrill whenever one man, as in a game of football, patted another man on
the behind. It was all in good fun, and yet, with them all so hard, I
wondered if they might not go down on each other if they didnÕt have us
girls waiting for them.
I gazed about the room. How festive it looked! Streamers hung down
from the ceiling. Party decorations were pinned to the walls. And then
there were the balloons, long ones, half-inflated, with penis-like tips,
because the balloons had each been filled only half full with air. It was
all so pleasantly fun and erotic. I tugged at my wet swimsuit. It was only
wet where IÕd been squirted with baby oil, making me feel like IÕd wet it
myself, with my own juices. (Which, I had no doubt, I mustÕve done a little
of, looking at all the men.)
June sat down next to me and leaned close. ÒDo you really need
this?Ó she asked.
ÒWhat?Ó I said. Her fingers stole across my bra.
ÒOoooh, donÕt,Ó I said. But she plucked at my nearest bra cup and
lifted it, liberating my nipple.
ÒYour tits are hard,Ó June said to me.
ÒI know,Ó I answered.
ÒThey look so suckable,Ó June said.
ÒDonÕt!Ó I gasped. June put her small, delicate mouth to my nearest
tit and sucked on it tenderly. ÒEeeek!Ó I shouted. The other partiers
laughed.
ÒJune likes your nieceÕs nipples,Ó Nadine, the redhead whoÕd manned
the guillotine by the front door, told my aunt. They were sitting together
on some pillows on the floor, munching orange scones and drinking tea.
ÒYes,Ó my aunt answered. ÒMore tea?Ó she asked. She picked up a
tea kettle off the floor in front of them.
ÒThanks,Ó Nadine said. My aunt refilled her cup as I watched,
gasping, as June licked at my right nipple.
ÒSay, has a man ever lost himself in your guillotine?Ó my aunt asked
Nadine. The redhead picked up her refilled teacup and drank from it,
sipping slowly.
ÒNo,Ó Nadine answered, in a voice that seemed laced with
disappointment. ÒBut thereÕs always the possibility, if he disobeys,Ó
Nadine answered.
ÒHow... intriguing,Ó my aunt said.
ÒMmmm,Ó Nadine agreed. And, to my utter surprise, my aunt leaned
over and pushed aside the V of NadineÕs teddy, revealing her bosoms. The
womanÕs tits spilled out. They hung nakedly, freely, in front of her, the
nipples hard and tempting. My aunt drew back.
ÒOh! IÕm sorry!Ó my aunt said. ÒI donÕt know what came over me,
except you have such pretty boobs, I couldnÕt help having a peek.Ó My aunt
blushed.
ÒThereÕs no need to apologize,Ó the redhead smiled. She reached out
and began untying my auntÕs bustier. It was a slow job. She was tied in
tightly and the laces had to be completely undone. My aunt watched, made
no protest. I cried out to her again that June was licking my tits, but she
seemed no to hear. Instead she stared down at her own tits, watching as
they were slowly freed from her leather bustier. When finally her mounds
of flesh were revealed in all their nude glory, Nadine bent forward and
began feeding on them.
ÒOh, your mouth is like a babyÕs!Ó my aunt sighed.
ÒMmmm, quiet dear,Ó Nadine said. She slurped at my auntÕs bosoms
and my aunt bit her lip. I, meanwhile, had suffered the unveiling of both
my tits, and June was making me hot by continuing to pay the most
delicate, sensuous attention to my twin nipples with her tongue. My tits
were covered with saliva from her mouth. I leaned back, I sighed. I
couldnÕt keep her off me, she was so ravenous. Her touch made me feel
weak. I reached into my oil-wettened panties and diddled my slit.
The men continued to work out as we girls played with each other.
When June had tantalized me completely, it was my turn. I fed at her
breasts with a lustiness IÕd not know I possessed for another girl. My aunt
went farther, actually undressing Nadine completely, letting the same be
done to her, and engaging the woman in a 69. Their sighs filled the room,
as the men, grunting away, did their best not to shoot at the spectacle of
two girls licking each other to orgasm.
Wicked games followed. The men were gathered around a small
table. Marbles were placed on the table and we girls supervised them as
they played marbles with their dicks. The men used their oiled, erect
cocks to knock the marbles into each other. When a marble fell off the
table, the man who owned it was given a slash on his buttocks with
NadineÕs riding crop.
The next game involved a metal basin with champagne in it. The
liquor was made as cold as possible, having big chunks of ice floating in
it. Plastic rings were dropped into the water. They floated on the
surface. Each man had to lean over the tub, and attempt to scoop out the
rings, using his cock. The men complained about the temperature of the
water. They said it made their cocks feel as cold as icicles. And the
liquor made the skin of their dicks sting. We girls merely laughed.
The last game was for us girls. We paired off. A long plastic mat
was rolled out on the floor. It went from one end of the room to the other.
Two lines of whipped cream were squirted down the length of the mat. We
girls greased our bosoms with baby oil. By now we all were naked, and our
bosoms gleamed under the party lights as we waited our turn to play the
game. It involved this: each girl competed against one other girl. The two
of them would get on all fours at one end of the long unrolled mat. The
object was for the two girls to race each other from one end of the mat to
the other end. The first to arrive at the other end was the winner.
However, the game was not so simple as that. It didnÕt just involve
two girls, crawling like babies from one end of the mat to the other end.
In addition to crawling, each girl had to lick up the line of whipped cream
that had been squirted in front of her, down the entire length of the mat.
You can imagine how silly that looked; two girls, crawling along like dogs,
each one trying to lick up a long line of whipped cream that very much
resembled boysÕ sperm! At the same time, each female had to push a ball
down the entire length of the mat. She couldnÕt use her hands to push the
ball, though. She had to use her bosoms! Fortunately the ball was greased,
as well as her tits.
How naughty that game was! I raced against my aunt. We both
crawled down the mat, neck and neck, busily licking up the line of cream
that had been squirted out for us. At the same time, using just our tits,
we had to move the ball along. My stiff nipples scraped the mat, which
fortunately was made of slick rubber. I lost control of my ball and had to
crawl backward to the starting line and begin all over again. Fortunately,
my auntÕs ball rolled away and she had to back up and begin again too.
With our bottoms well displayed, my aunt and I were tempting
targets for NadineÕs riding crop. At first she didnÕt bother us, but after
one minute of Ôfree time,Õ our bottoms were fair game. She cracked us
across our heinies to inspire us to play more diligently. I howled; my
auntie protested, but she and I were both so aroused by our circumstances
that we didnÕt give up trying to beat each other in the game. The men,
including Brad, watched us with aching cocks.
The next game involved the basin again. Condoms were inflated by
the men, using their mouths, and then tied off and dropped into the basin.
We girls had our hands tied behind our backs by the men. Then they
blindfolded us. Two by two, we girls had to kneel over the basin. We had
to try to pick up as many condoms as we could with our lips and teeth.
There were an odd number of condoms floating in the basin and, competing
against my aunt, I managed to get out one more condom than she did.
Everyone got to slap her bottom when she lost. She howled. I laughed.
How unusual it was, this prolonged series of games! All the men
were randy and hard. All us girls were Òfit to be fucked,Ó as one girl said,
with our nipples all perky and our dells buzzing. Yet we played on, in the
nude, loving the feeling of being so hot. At last we could stand no more
and Nadine ordered us all to lie down. She told us we had been excellent
participants at the Lilith Fuck Fest and sprinkled us with honey, to make
our bodies adhere more completely when we went into the bedroom next to
the main party room and fucked. Then, with even myself willing now, we
trooped into the bedroom, and humped like rabbits until dawn. Brad was so
horny he even stuck himself up the rump of the bisexual man, though he
refused to acknowledge that fact the next morning. But I saw it, with my
own eyes, as a man did me from behind, and I teased him about it on the
way home.
ÒI donÕt want a faggot for a boyfriend,Ó I told Brad.
ÒHumph,Ó Brad said.
ÒDonÕt tease your boyfriend, Chloe,Ó Rebecca told me.
ÒAuntie, is sodomy illegal in Paris?Ó I asked her.
ÒI have no idea,Ó Rebecca answered.
ÒHow about two girls doing it?Ó I asked.
ÒI hope not,Ó my aunt blushed.
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