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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
LIQUID PLEASURES
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Chapter Four
"Please, Steve!" Susie called.
"The girl's right," Steve said, suddenly breaking his embrace with
Elaine. "Let's go inside." Cindy gave a sigh of relief and lifted her face
from Elaine's bottom.
"Chicken!" Elaine admonished Steve.
"Maybe, and maybe not," Steve said. "We'll see when we get
inside. It's too cold out here." He stepped up out of the tub and walked
over to where Susie sat. He grasped her beneath her armpits and
hoisted her up out of the tub.
"If you'd been quicker Steve wouldn't have quit," Elaine said,
slapping Betsy. The girl reeled from the slap across her face. She had
just been climbing out of the tub, and now Elaine grasped her by her
hair and pulled her out.
"Owww," Betsy whined. When Betsy was finally standing beside
Elaine on the deck of the hot tub the woman slapped her bottom.
"Get inside!" Elaine ordered Betsy. Then she turned on Cindy, who
had just climbed out of the tub. "You too!" Elaine said, giving Cindy's
butt a whack with her palm.
Unnoticed by Elaine, Steve was busy undoing the chain about
Susie's wrists. Susie trembled as she felt not only the pressure of the
steel links lessen, but the the head of Steve's penis press against her
bottom.
"Why do you hang out with these strange women?" Susie asked
Steve in a low voice. She watched as Elaine shooed Cindy and Betsy
back into the cabin.
"It's fun!" Steve said. "And they're not strange, you just grew up
in Nebraska, is all. Although I will admit that Elaine has a penchant for
staging somewhat wilder soirees than anyone else I've met."
"That's what I mean," Susie insisted. "Why do Cindy and Betsy let
Elaine boss them around? And why do they act like such lesbians?"
Susie felt the chain fall away. As it clanked to the deck Steve took her
wrists in his palm.
"They're not lesbians," Steve said. "They just want to keep busy
having fun...even when they can't get at me. Now come on, let's go
inside." He took her chain leash in his free palm and guided her inside,
his other hand on her bottom.
The cabin was considerably warmer than the air outside, and
Susie found Cindy and Betsy busily divesting themselves of their
soaking wet gloves and stockings to further partake of the heat. Elaine
had shed her bustier.
Steve picked up a rough towel and began drying Susie. Elaine,
meanwhile, took a towel to both Cindy and Betsy at once, as the girls
were both seated together on a wooden side chair.
When Susie was reasonably dry Steve sat her down on a side chair
of her own, and proceeded to remove her long nylon gloves. Then he
slipped off her heels, and finally pulled down her stockings. Susie
watched as Steve crumpled up her stockings in his palm and then
pitched them into the fireplace.
Elaine, having finished with Cindy and Betsy, went to the cabin's
small bar and poured a single glass of wine. Then she reached into the
cupboard above the bar and took down a little box. She withdrew
something from it.
Elaine padded over to Susie and presented the glass to her. Susie
refused to take it. Elaine produced a pill. "Here, take this," Elaine
said.
"You're going to make me take drugs now?" Susie cried.
"It's just a sleeping pill," Elaine said.
"I don't want to go to sleep, I want to go home," Susie said.
"You must go to sleep," Elaine said. "You will need all your
strength for what we have planned for you later."
"ButÑ!" Susie began. Steve tugged at her leash.
"Do what she says," Steve said. He gazed into the deep pools of
her eyes. "Trust me." Susie realized that with the big man standing
over her she had little choice. Even if she suddenly managed to run
home to her grandmother Susie realized she would still long for Steve.
Blocking any further thoughts from her mind, Susie leaned forward and
extended her tongue. Elaine placed the little white pill upon it. Then
the glass of wine was brought to Susie's lips, and with the help of the
wine she swallowed the pill.
"Girls, prepare the bed," Elaine called over her shoulder to Cindy
and Betsy.
"We're already doing it," Betsy called out, and in fact the two
girls had retreated to the cabin's lone bed, which had already hosted
several occupants that evening alone. Now the bed was stripped of its
sheets, and fresh linens placed upon it. Susie, meanwhile, had a pink
ribbon tied in her hair by Elaine. She watched as Betsy and Cindy did a
perfect job of making up the bed, even going so far as to place a large
teddy bear upon it.
As Susie felt her eyelids grow heavy she was raised up off the
chair. Its straw seat had left an imprint on her bottom. The bedcover
was pulled back and Susie was seated upon what proved to be satin
sheets. The fresh fabric felt cool upon her skin. Susie's collar was
unbuckled and taken off. Like the others, she was now stark naked
except for her earrings. And the pink ribbon that so artfully tied back
her hair. Susie was handed a large, swirled lollipop.
"Here, lick this and think sweet thoughts as you drift off to
dreamland," Elaine said gently to Susie.
"But what will you do to me?" Susie asked, her voice groggy, even
as she took the lollipop and was guided onto her back on the bed. The
covers were slipped over her long legs and up her torso, to be tucked in
just below her breasts.
"Sleep, little darling," Elaine said, stroking Susie's hair. Susie
gave her lollipop several licks and then her head rolled on its side. The
lollipop fell from her limp hand to settle stickily on her chest.
"Well, that's taken care of!" Elaine said, rising suddenly. Steve
came up behind her.
"The crevice of your bottom is still wet," Steve said, feeling her
there.
"I imagine yours is too," Elaine said over her shoulder. Steve took
Elaine by the hand and walked her into the cabin's small bathroom.
Cindy and Betsy followed. There Steve made Elaine lift one of her
knees up so that it rested on the sink. He took out a blow drier and
plugged it into a wall socket. He turned it on.
Elaine squealed as she felt the rush of hot air from the drier
directed into the crack of her bottom. The last vestiges of water there
quickly evaporated, but Steve kept the drier pointed up her bottom until
her seat broke out in a sweat. Then he directed Cindy to take her place.
"But my bottom's already dry," Cindy protested.
"If I have to do it, you have to do it," Elaine said. She took Cindy
by the ear and walked the girl over to the sink. Not until Cindy had been
persuaded to lift her knee up to the counter did Elaine let go.
"I guess I'm next?" Betsy asked Elaine as Steve set about his
self-appointed task.
"Well, let me see," Elaine said, and dropped to her knees behind
Betsy. She bade the girl to bend over. Betsy leaned forward and placed
her palms upon her knees. Elaine admired Betsy's straight, cinnamon
legs for a moment and then prised apart the girl's bottom cheeks. She
blew into the crack of Betsy's bottom. Then she began to lick.
"Hey! No fair!" Betsy cried. Elaine was making the crevice of her
bottom wet again.
"Good girl," Steve said to Elaine, looking over his shoulder at the
woman. "I wouldn't want anyone to miss out on this!" He continued
drying Cindy's bottom for several more minutes. Then he had Betsy take
her place. Betsy squealed as the hot stream came to her, impaling her
moistened bottom on a column of air. Elaine took Cindy's hand and
together they stood expectantly, watching Steve, waiting for whatever
he had planned next.
In fact what was next was an activity which Elaine had wanted
them to take up earlier. When Steve had finished with Betsy he left her
poised with her leg up on the sink and went over to Elaine. He embraced
the woman.
Cindy giggled. Betsy, her knee still resting on the counter,
glanced back over her shoulder. "You look like a male dog trying to pee!"
Cindy teased. Betsy saw that Steve was no longer interested in her
and, blushing, dropped her knee.
Elaine felt the head of Steve's cock press against her pussy lips.
She shifted her bottom backward slightly, to be free of his cock. "You
naughty boys are always trying to stick your thing in a girl, aren't you?"
Elaine scolded Steve. He cupped her breast and kissed its upper curve.
"Right now I want to see two dirty little girls stick their tongues
up our butts," Steve said quietly.
"Oh, no!" Cindy, overhearing, exclaimed. "Not that again!"
"You heard the man," Elaine said. "Get behind me."
"Betsy?" Steve said, eyeing the girl. She regarded him meekly. "I
think I've got some shit stuck up my asshole. Would you kindly come
and clean it out for me?" The girl padded over to him and dropped to
her knees. Steve stuck out his rump.
"God, you think up the weirdest shit," Steve breathed to Elaine,
kissing her face.
"To keep you coming back for more," Elaine said. Steve kissed her
on the mouth.
"Speaking of coming," Steve said. Elaine put a finger to his cheek.
"Not until you've speared Cindy," Elaine said, the deep pools of her
eyes meeting his lusty gaze. She squirmed as Cindy's tongue made its
first foray into her butt crack.
"Your coming, I mean," Steve said. "Feel the head of my penis
rubbing your clitoris...there?" Elaine trembled momentarily.
"Yes," Elaine breathed. Steve felt Betsy's wet tongue slip
between the halves of his sinewed buns.
"Let me rub you there, just like that, while the girls lick us. Until
you come," Steve said.
"Mmmm," Elaine murmured, relishing the feel of Steve's cockhead
against her little button. It was an offer she couldn't refuse.
Steve pressed his mouth to Elaine's once more. Wet little sounds
filled the room as the two of them kissed while the girls began working
at their bottoms. Elaine glanced back over her shoulder at Cindy.
"Curl your tongue," Elaine said to Cindy. Elaine thrust her behind
out even farther, encouraging Cindy's tongue to delve more deeply.
Steve followed Elaine's hips back, keeping the crown of his penis on her
magic spot. His own buttocks clenched together more as a result of his
forward thrust, raising a complaint from Betsy.
"I can't get it up you," Betsy said to Steve.
"Just do your best," Steve grunted. "I'm trying to please your
mistress here." Betsy brushed the hair back from her face. Then she
took the twin halves of Steve's bottom firmly in her hands and, with a
grunt, pulled them apart as hard as she could. She extended her tongue
once more.
"God, she's getting it up me," Elaine murmured. Her hips gave an
involuntary quiver. Cindy, her tongue properly curled now, pushed into
the inner recesses of Elaine's rectum. Steve felt a tickling at his anus.
He did his best to relax his sphincter, all the while continuing to rub
his cock head against Elaine's button.
"Fuck me, fuck me with your tongue, Cindy," Elaine cried. The
woman began undulating her hips, as Cindy thrust more deeply.
Unwilling to be hoed by Steve's rod, she had to rely on Cindy to ream
her. The girl worked harder, sticking her tongue up as far as she could.
Then she pulled out a bit, only to thrust back in again, and again. Elaine
cried out as Cindy began spearing her with regular strokes of her
tongue.
Steve, meanwhile, began grinding his own hips, brushing the
flange of his penis in repeated strokes over Elaine's clitoris. He would
have loved to shove his dick right up Elaine's twat, giving the woman a
fuck up both her lower orifices at once, but knew she had already
enjoyed such a salute in past liaisons. Now Elaine wished to
concentrate solely on the fucking a girl's tongue could provide her, but
in the arms of a man.
Some time later the four of them floated out into the cabin's main
room, which, of course, served as both parlor and bedroom. The girls
had been made to brush their teeth thoroughly after the anal reaming,
the two of them leaning together over the sink. Steve had made much
play with his hands and penis over their bottoms as they brushed,
speculating on the pleasure he would enjoy when he eventually
cornholed their butts. Elaine had sat on the counter next to the girls,
busying herself with their dangling nipples. Only after five long
minutes were the girls permitted to rinse. Then, as if to further
enforce their hold over the girls, Elaine and Steve had insisted on
washing their faces for them.
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