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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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LOVE CHILD
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Chapter Nine
Mandy gazed about the room, looking for new pleasures. Her
wandering eyes fell upon a hanging chair swing. It was made of leather.
It hung from slender chains. The chair had a hole in its seat, through
which any bottom, seated upon it, would necessarily protrude.
"Why doesn't that chair have a proper seat?" Mandy asked with
feigned innocence. She pointed to the chair. Her breasts trembled as
she pointed. IÕm sure she knew what it was for, didnÕt she? I could
guess, just looking at it. It was suspended about a foot off the floor,
just enough for a man to lie beneath it, though without any room for his
erect penis. That would have to jut up through the hole in the chair,
through which the seated female's bottom descended. I think my
arousal made my mind work quickly. I saw possibilities that, absent
my heat, I might miss. Maybe Mandy did not see the obvious use of the
chair, as I did. Or maybe she just pretended not to, so sheÕd be the first
to try it. Arthur, looking over his shoulder, observed the chair with
hungry eyes. His huge swollen member throbbed desperately.
"A girl sits in the chair," Mistress explained happily. Jane Austen
had failed. Boccaccio triumphed again. "Her lover lies beneath her and
gets his cock up her. Then someone twists the chair round and round,
winding together the chains that hold the chair suspended. After this
the person lets go. The chair spins wildly, unwinding, while the poor
girl finds herself impaled on a 'spinning' prick." Mandy's breath caught
in her throat. She put a sticky hand to her breasts, so taken was she
with the full explanation of the chair's purpose. Even Arthur seemed
smitten. His cock seemed to tremble with even greater, more enhanced
excitement, though that hardly seemed possible, given how hard he
already was. Mistress reached between ArthurÕs legs. Like a bird, her
hand fluttered down to his penis. She touched a syrupy finger to its
throbbing tip. "Yes, Arthur, the male finds his member tested in an
exquisite new way. Imagine MandyÕs near-virgin cunt rotating upon
your cock. So tight, so newly opened. You'll be as ravaged as she when
itÕs over."
We finished breakfast quickly. We gulped down the last of our hot
cocoa. Arthur ate MandyÕs flapjacks for her. We were inspired at this
new opportunity for depravity. Mistress rose. She repinned her hair
atop her head to give her a dignified look. I stood up and brushed my
hair back with both hands. I felt free. My mane of hair tumbled down
my back, lustrous and beautiful. Would I be mistressÕ assistant? I
guessed I would. She bent, clasped Mandy by the hand. The girl looked
up at her, knowing, shy now that she had been chosen. She gulped
quietly. I admired her for her newfound decorum. Mistress lifted her to
her feet. She patted the girlÕs belly. Arthur stood and stretched. His
strength would be needed soon. It would be tested in a unique new way.
Was he up to the job? I apprised his cock.
ÒYou, sir, are going to have a lot less sperm in a few minutes,Ó I
teased him.
ÒIÕll make more,Ó he replied, but I could see a rictus of anxiety
flit across his face. No man likes to know that the source of his
strength will soon be gone.
ÒYouÕll spurt in her like never before,Ó mistress said to him. She
grinned like death greets a sinner.
ÒWell, IÕve never actually tried one of these before, believe it or
not,Ó Arthur answered. He turned and looked at the chair. He viewed it
as a boy might look upon some test of strength, unsure. His cock stuck
out in front of him. ÔYes, Arthur, I thought, it will go right up through
that hole, your greatest fantasy, and your worst nightmare. Complete
loss of control. A spinning chair, a virgin-gripping cunt. Can you
handle the job, Arthur? I hope so, because youÕve got no choice.Õ
ÒWe could send out for pizza,Ó Arthur offered suddenly.
ÒAnd a cock?Ó Mistress asked. She crooked a finger under his
chin, his jutting chin. So certain, yet with a kind of unsteadiness to it.
ÒNo, I donÕt think so, Arthur. I donÕt want some pimply pizza delivery
boyÕs cock under the chair. I want your big thing down there, Arthur.
With little Mandy here on top!Ó Mandy straightened her back at that.
The Lucky Charms girl liked the idea of being in charge.
ÒOooh, goody! I get to be on top...Ó Mandy said, contemplating the
chair. Her steps were still hesitant, though, as mistress led her to it.
Together their breasts bounced as they walked to it, me following,
Arthur beside us, the rooster leading his hens to his own chopping
block.
The chair was a sling. It would make the gripping on the male
member all the tighter. Mistress took one side, I took the other.
Together we opened the chair. Mandy, standing before it, got a very
good look at the hole in its seat.
ÒCome and sit down, dear,Ó Mistress smiled. Mandy stood a
moment, her finger cocked to her lips, her mouth open. I could see her
tongue sitting within. ÒItÕs best if you go voluntarily girl,Ó mistress
said at last, a touch of menace in her voice. Mandy turned, plopped her
bottom down.
ÒOh! There is no seat!Ó she cried, like a prisoner suddenly
discovering the electric chair actually really does pass an electrical
current, with the greatest of ease. She squirmed to try to keep her
bottom up, but inexorably it passed out through the bottom of the sling.
Mistress and I let go of the sides of the chair so they would hold her
legs snugly. ÒItÕs not very comfortable,Ó Mandy announced.
ÒComfort is not its intended purpose, darling,Ó mistress replied
with the eyes of a siamese cat. All knowing, all seeing. Never telling
til its too late.
ÒI want up...I canÕt get out!Ó Mandy yelped.
ÒThe time has come, the Walrus said, to sit on a big thing...Ó
Mistress intoned.
ÒUp with your hands!Ó I said, at a nod from mistress. I took
MandyÕs wrists within my fingers. She seemed to wilt as I touched
them. ÒSuch a limp-wristed heroine!Ó I teased, but lifted her hands
quickly before she might grow restive again. A pair of handcuffs
waited along the rearmost chain, the one that held up the back of the
seat. It was pinioned there, waiting, its two cuffs hanging down,
conveniently left open by the previous players. Who had the key? I
wondered. No matter. They were not my wrists. I clipped MandyÕs
hands into the cuffs and closed them shut.
ÒNot too tight,Ó mistress cautioned. I closed them with care
until they were snug upon her. When I looked down, the spectacle of her
twin breasts, sticking out obscenely, greeted my eyes. ÒYou look like
youÕre in a meat-packing plant!Ó I laughed. A tear came to MandyÕs eye.
ÒItÕs not funny!Ó she whined. Arthur stared at her with renewed
passion. She looked so silly, yet so delightful, sitting there, her tits
sticking out, her ass hanging down precariously through the hole.
Mistress took a handkerchief and wiped away MandyÕs tear. ÒItÕs
better to be a prisoner in the chair,Ó mistress said. ÒThere must not be
any chance to stop the drilling of your cunt once it has begun. Girls
have gotten hurt trying to leap off the chair in mid-spin, so shocking is
the sensation of the 'spinning' cock!Ó She patted Mandy on the head, as
one might a child at church. ÒYou see? IÕm looking out for your
welfare.Ó I suppressed a giggle.
ÒThanks a lot,Ó Mandy groused. She tested her bonds. They would
not let her out, gripped her well. The chains rustled, tense.
ÒThe first time I was put in a chair like this they pinched off my
nipples with clamps, and peed in my face,Ó mistress said. I gasped.
Mandy looked dumbfounded. ÒSo donÕt be a crybaby. IÕm going easy on
you, little dear.Ó She turned to me. ÒNow her legs must be lifted and
spread. The chair will still grip her thighs, at least what remains of
them within the sling, but I want her cunt nicely presented for Arthur.
Are you coming along there, dear?Ó she asked. She turned a bit, arched
her shoulder.
ÒIÕm getting as much fucking grease on my cock as I possibly
can!Ó Arthur admitted. He held a nearly empty jar of vaseline in his
hand. His penis looked like it had been coated with a pound of wax. Its
girth was even more huge now, with so much vaseline smoothed over it.
ÒSissy,Ó mistress laughed. He gave her an angry look. ÒAh, such
an ERECTION!Ó she continued. ÒIÕll bet it doesnÕt stick out like that
when IÕm through with it! Or, rather, when wee little MandyÕs cunt here
is done with it.Ó Silently I took each of MandyÕs heels and lifted it up.
She did not try to fight me. I think mistress had put the fear of God
into her with her story of her own first experience in the chair. For
each ankle, a chain waited, with another handcuff hung from it. These
chains supported the front part of the chair, one on each side. And their
handcuffs were each lined with felt, to ease the plight of the foot so
nastily bound within. I buckled Mandy into her chair. I stepped back.
She looked even more fantastic now, her legs arched up, knees bent
back, the undersides of her thighs and calves showing.
ÒHere,Ó mistress said. She handed me two slim leather bands.
ÒPut them around her legs, one just above each knee.Ó
ÒWhat are THOSE for?Ó Mandy asked, dismayed.
Mistress picked up a round wooden cylinder that was about two
feet long. ÒItÕs for this,Ó she replied, smiling.
I buckled the leather straps above each of MandyÕs knees. Then
mistress took the post and used it to brace MandyÕs legs wide open. She
set it between the girlÕs widely-separated knees and fastened each end
of it to one of the straps IÕd provided.
ÒThere we are, I think thatÕs best,Ó mistress replied. ÒHer cuntÕs
going to be tight enough without pressing her legs together. I donÕt
want anyone to get hurt.Ó She glanced back at Arthur. ÒYou might be
ground to the width of a pencil if we had her really squeeze you, hmmm,
dear?Ó
ÒFine with me,Ó Arthur said. ÒI know how tight a virgin can be.
She hasnÕt been de-virginated very long.Ó His huge pole looked like a
giant wax candle now, there was so much grease upon it. ÒAnd as for
you, little one,Ó mistress said, turning her face back to her. ÒJust be
glad I donÕt ram him up your ass instead of your cunny. That would
indeed be an unforgettable ride!Ó
ÒOh, boo hoo,Ó Mandy snuffled. She looked abject, ridiculous, but
somehow still quite feminine, hung up like that with her legs spread
and her arms made useless.
ÒBe quiet or IÕll stuff a ball gag into that pretty mouth of yours,Ó
mistress cautioned. ÒIt was done to me!Ó
ÒWhat HASNÕT been done to you?Ó Mandy asked, wide-eyed.
ÒIÕm just 20, dear. IÕve not done that much. Do I look like one of
those old whores whoÕs been tromping through dungeons for half a
lifetime, like you see in Paradise magazine?Ó
ÒYou will, someday!Ó Mandy observed, from her position beneath
us, gazing up at us with her legs spread. ÒRepent!Ó
ÒAfter this honey, I promise,Ó mistress answered. I bent down
and tickled MandyÕs clit.
ÒDonÕt look so glum,Ó I said. ÒHis cock beats a sausage any day.Ó
ÒDonÕt touch me!Ó Mandy answered, watching as I diddled her.
ÒOh, donÕt touch me! DonÕt touch me! This isnÕt Ôgood touch, bad
touch, silly!Ó I tickled her some more, vengefully, right where it
counted.
ÒMy, youÕre acquiring a bit of spirit,Ó mistress observed. My
titties wiggled as I made MandyÕs own wiggle more.
ÒOh, IÕm just kooky!Ó I replied. Somewhat bashfully I took my
finger away, straightened and placed it on my own clit. I shivered. The
passion in the room was incredible. It seemed to pulse through it,
rising, receding, ever-present. IÕd never been so horny in my life. It
made me uncomfortable. ÔComfort is not the intended purpose,Õ echoed
through my head.
ÒWell, at least that will feel very good when itÕs over,Ó Mandy
consoled herself, looking down at her tiny swollen bud.
ÒYour clit? Ah no, sweetie. With Arthur invading you from
behind, as it were, with his head out beyond the back of your chair, he
wonÕt quite get to touch your sweetspot. YouÕll be desperate when the
game is done, even if you cum from the pressure in your vagina. Your
little bud there will be begging for attention. Another reason I wanted
to force your legs apart. Nothing will touch you where you want it
most. You are at my mercy, now, little huggabear.Ó
I smiled. How utterly wicked! I was very, very glad my ass
wasnÕt in that awful seat. I slapped mistressÕ behind. She flinched.
She looked at my hand, as if to scold it.
ÒAh, you make me wish IÕd tied you, instead!Ó she said. Genghis-
Khan grinning at a vassal.
ÒThereÕs still time!Ó Mandy offered. Briefly she struggled in her
bonds.
ÒWhat, and spoil such a child, who filled up her tummy on Lucky
Charms, when mommie cooked such a nice breakfast?Ó mistress teased.
Lightly she touched a finger to MandyÕs jaw. ÒChin up, little one!Ó Then
she turned, and I with her, and together we proceeded to Arthur.
ÒTime to get your rocks off!Ó she said to him.
ÒThis is the first time in my life IÕve dreaded that saying,Ó he
answered. I looked at his cock, his balls, the very picture of hardness
and virility. ÔSuch a pity to spoil such a nice display,Õ I thought, but
couldnÕt resist seeing it done. Mistress touched a finger to ArthurÕs
broad shoulder, soft as a butterfly.
ÒCome, Hercules,Ó she said. ÒTime for your labors.Ó We guided
him to where Mandy lay. He got down on the rug for us. Mistress rolled
him onto his side and handcuffed his hands behind him. Then she put
him on his back again. He was compliant. He knew the hour had come,
and he must be manly. The heaviness of MandyÕs bottom pressed down
upon his dick, forcing it against his belly.
ÒOnly your cock will be needed, Arthur, and I donÕt want you
having any second thoughts in mid-spin,Ó mistress advised him. She
spread his legs wide apart. After admiring his balls a moment, she fit
a spreader bar between his ankles. ÒYes, that should do it,Ó she said.
ÒNow for the really fun part!Ó She turned Arthur on his side again. His
cock quivered like a tuning fork as it came out from under MandyÕs
sagging tush. ÒSpin the chair up, Barbi,Ó mistress told me. We had to
get MandyÕs ass high enough that we could slip Arthur into her.
ÒOh, please donÕt!Ó Mandy begged me. She looked quite frightened
as I spun the chair about. It was quite easy, once I got it going.
ÒUp, up, up you go, and where youÕll come down we all do know!Ó I
laughed. She shivered as she realized there was no escape. I admired
her titties, so big for her age. Traitorously her nipples stood out like
living coral. Or, rather, like coral after its dead and solid, but revived
somehow in the tips of her pointed breasts.
ÒYes, that will be just about right,Ó mistress said, when IÕd
gotten Mandy up as far as the chains would allow. Then, to my
amazement and MandyÕs dismay, she pushed two pillows under ArthurÕs
ass to raise his cock higher still.
Mistress introduced ArthurÕs penis to Mandy's cunt. The girl had
to raise her bottom momentarily to give him room to get himself up
her. Finally it was done. A pillow was put beneath Arthur's ass and his
loins pressed up against Mandy's jutting bottom, his cock wedged inside
her, twisted back, a rather uncomfortable way to enter a girl, I would
think, though Arthur was so hard he wouldnÕt have felt the pain of it, I
imagined, even if it hurt. Seeing his penis bent back like that, I thought
of twisted iron re-bar. Poor Mandy! She had the thing stuck up inside
her! She whimpered, I think it might have hurt her virginal cunt a
little. I shuddered at what sheÕd feel when we let the chair go!
Mandy wriggled in the chair. She could not lift herself up. She
could do little except wait for it to be released, to have Arthur sent
spinning up inside her. Yet now, it was already hurting her, from the
look on her face. A big gnarly ManÕs cock, stuffed up into her little
childish twat. I gazed at her tummy to see if I could see it bulging
within her, but I could not. She trembled. Her breasts heaved with her
intake of breath, shivered when she let her breath back out again. Her
flat belly quavered.
"If you want that cock out of you, you'll have to bring it off,"
mistress smiled at Mandy. The girl looked scared as we wound up the
chair for her. Arthur's cock was big and she'd practically had an orgasm
just having it put up her. The fleshy thing was greasily revealed as we
wound Mandy upward. What had been shoved up her now came slowly
out, as her cunt was lifted off him by the twirling-up of the chairÕs
chains. His hairy, bulging balls were no longer squashed up against her
bottom now. Yet they still brimmed with his hot sperm. Mandy would
give herself quite a douche when she spun back down on him and brought
him off.
"Lucky for you that mistress gave you a pill yesterday," I said.
"You'd be a mother of quintuplets."
"I can feel him," Mandy gasped. "His cockhead is sliding back down
now, though it was right in my womb a moment ago!"
"You may get fertilized yet, despite the pill," mistress teased.
ÒHe looks like heÕs got a LOT of sperm in those balls.Ó She smiled at
Mandy. She meant no harm to the girl. She knew Mandy could take it,
though she might be a little sore afterward. It was necessary for
Mandy to become more experienced, to be opened up to cock. To learn to
take a big male member in her without compalint.
"Are you ready?" mistress asked the girl.
Mandy, legs akimbo, eyes wide, gazed up at us. She dared not say
yes. Finally, wet lipped, she managed a nod. A hesitant, frightened nod,
but a nod all the same. We let go.
"Wheeeeyaaaaah!" Mandy screamed like a small girl at some
obscene carnival as she whirled about, breasts flying, hair streaming.
We heard an immense groan below her, and then guessed Arthur had lost
control and was shooting himself up her. Wildly they meshed together,
involuntarily, and sounded like the damned in Hell as their connected
privates did what nature so wilfully intended. Gravity had never been
put to a more perverse purpose.
Mandy, I guessed, tried clamping down on ArthurÕs rod to keep him
from being rammed up her. Her squeezing only served to excite him. He
thrust into her, pulsing, jetting. She clenched more, hoping somehow to
stop his dagger-like rise. They screamed and cried, drenching each
other with their love juices.
Finally the chair came to rest. It was all over in a moment, yet it
seemed an eternity while I watched, so immensely moving was it. LIke
the final minute of life for a man condemned, waiting for the firing
squad. So long in happening, yet so short in reality. ArthurÕs gun fired
within her nest and they both climaxed together.
A minute later the chair hung almost motionless. MandyÕs shivers
sent it rocking slightly back and forth, but otherwise it was harmless.
It could drop no further. Arthur's cock was harmless too, now that heÕd
been emptied. Snakelike, his cock began slipping down from Mandy's
purse. Arthur gave a triumphant sigh. Mandy, wet with him, looked
thankful as she felt him wither and drop down out of her. Like a
deflated worm his thing came oozily out of her, not wanting to go at
the last, the head still stuck in her. Mistress leaned forward and
flicked ArthurÕs cock to free Mandy from it. With a plop his cock
dropped back down between his legs.
Mandy was too dazed to speak, as was Arthur. Lovingly we
unbuckled Mandy and lifted her bodily from the chair. Mistress and I
carried her to the sanctuary of the pillows and cast her down there. We
left her to whimper over her wounded cunt while going back to help
Arthur with his equally ravaged penis. Soon they lay in each other's
arms upon the pillows. They touched each other's genitals. They had a
newfound respect for the power of each other's privates.
Mistress and I stood and looked at one another. We were left to
our own devices once more. Naked, bodies humming, breasts soft and
full, hips flaring, lips moist. Our eyes met. There was a shared passion
in them.
"You are such a delightful pupil," mistress said admiringly. "I
don't think I've ever had one so fine as you, so obedient, yet so daring.
I'll give you your choice this time. Pick your poison, and I will
administer it with loving care."
"I should find out what's become of Kimber, of Debbi," I said by
way of protest. She did not believe me. Gracefully she took me round
the waist and led me on a little tour, pointing out the finer aspects of
each of the room's wicked furnishings. There was a chair to splay the
legs and expose the cunt as fully as possible, a prie-dieu for displaying
the bottom, a large wooden X, canted, to which one might be tied
spread-eagle.
"Would you have me play the prisoner?" she asked.
"Yes!" I gushed, with excitement and relief. "Let me be mistress
now!"
"I shall do to you whatever you do to me," she warned.
"I don't care," I said, foolishly, in thrall at the idea of getting to
play the dominant.
No sooner had we made our sinful compact than mistress was
bound helplessly on the big tilted X, nipples upthrust, her big bosoms
rising and falling with her breathing, her cunt open and available to
whatever depredations I wished for it. I strutted before her, my own
mane of blonde hair neatly combed, my makeup freshened and
impeccable. I held a riding crop twixt my breasts, upright, and licked
its loop with my tongue, considering. What delicious torments could I
force this woman to submit to? Should I don a dildo, pinch off her
nipples with clamps? She had whispered secret perversions to me
while we'd lain in bed at the general's, taunted me with all that could
be done to the female body. I'd shuddered, listening sleepily,
unwillingly, yet fascinated. Now I was boss, as I'd been briefly with
the crop at the general's, and I had a wealth of new knowledge to draw
on.
Finally I chose a pair of clamps. Mistress winced and let out a
little yowl as I fastened each of them to her sprouting teats. I tickled
her. She grimaced, laughed. I diddled her clitty for awhile, my fingers
nastily inquiring of her most intimate feature, bringing her gaspingly
close to orgasm but not letting her come. After all, we had plenty of
time. Arthur and Mandy watched, languidly, their own loins becoming
pleasantly aroused at the sight of mistress' torment.
Our only purpose in being here was to stimulate each other, again
and again. Nothing interrupted, nothing intruded. We could keep at it
for as long as we liked. Perhaps eventually we would grow tired, want
the comforts of a real bed. Perhaps someday our food would run out, or
we'd become bored. But not yet. I strapped on a dildo, admired its
length, its girth. I'd never worn such before. There was a little pouch
and I filled it with cream and slung it beneath my fake cock. A tube
sticking up from the pouch fitted within a hollow passage inside the
dildo I wore. I squeezed the pouch. A shot of hot cum leapt forth,
spattered mistress' thigh.
"No, let Arthur do me," she said, arms, legs pinioned.
"I will fuck you, I am the man now," I said. My loins girded, I
strode menacingly before her, considering. Then I took my riding crop
and lashed her twice across the breasts. Her big bosoms shuddered.
"No! Not there!" mistress begged.
"Your tits will be sore tomorrow," I replied. "Be glad you don't
have to sit on them." Again I struck her, watching wild eyed as her
twin mounds bounced under the blow. They were just like the bottom,
fatty tissue, and just as lovely to see tortured. I knew I must not
strike them too hard, and played them with a certain gentleness, loving
their jiggly response to my crop. Mistress moaned and begged, looking
down occasionally, mesmerized, at her hurting titties. I plied them
with the crop for half an hour, unclamping her nipples for awhile so I
could watch them quiver. Finally, sensing she'd had enough, I pinned the
clamps back on and set about greasing myself for my entry.
Mandy, meantime, knelt on the rug with Arthur positioned behind
her. They'd agreed to fuck while I pillaged mistress with my new cock.
They waited, temptingly arranged, watching me oil my member. At last
I unclamped mistress, for my breasts would soon be against hers. She
gasped gratefully as the blood returned to her teats. I leaned forward
and kissed one, then the other. She cried out joyfully, so sensitive had
her nipples become from being imprisoned. It was amazing to me how
pain produced pleasure.
Lustily I eased myself forward. I was a toddler, unsure,
embarking on a new adventure in the world. I fitted myself within her
snatch. It resisted me at first. Behind me Mandy resisted the first
thrust of Arthur. We were all so young and tight, even mistress, she
being no more than twenty, perhaps nineteen. Only Arthur could claim
to be fully legal, a manly twenty-two, still at his sexual peak while we
toiled somewhere short of ours, though we knew it not, orgasming as
often and intensely as he.
We indulged ourselves then, in the quiet of our soundproofed
dungeon, mating obscenely, I upon mistress, Arthur sodomizing Mandy. I
worked as diligently as any male, my clitty rubbing against the strap
that came up through my legs and split my backside like a thong. Our
love seemed to last for hours. We were relaxed, unhurried. At last
Arthur shouted that he was coming and I gave mistress my own load,
artificially, squeezing my fake balls twixt my compressed thighs,
bringing my legs together to give her my all.
Casually I unbound mistress afterward, and helped her up.
"You are as good as any man," she complimented.
"Thank you," I replied. She walked stiff legged over to where
Mandy was recovering from Arthur's assault. Crumpling down, she was
welcomed by the girl, who kissed her lovingly upon the mouth. I
dropped to the floor and settled into Arthur's arms. It was a long time
before we bothered to get up again.
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