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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PARTY PUSSIES
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Chapter Two
That night I found myself in a dark, brooding mansion somewhere
below the Mexican border. WeÕd driven all the way, it wasnÕt far. I lived
in Corpus Christi. The drinks had helped with my ambivalence about the
trip. I was feeling just a little dizzy now, as was Bethany. Steve, I think,
was somewhere downstairs, being given a bath by one of the maids. She
was big and fat and I donÕt think Steve much liked getting a bath, but by
the time weÕd arrived at the mansion none of us were too disposed to
resist anymore, giggling and laughing as the mansionÕs gates opened for us
and the limo slipped us inside.
I got the feeling we handÕt been brought down to Mexico just to see
the sights. When I told Bethany this, she told me she wouldnÕt mind seeing
the sights, provided they were made to wear those gold-coin condoms
sheÕd seen in the grocery. I laughed at that. WeÕd been given a bedroom to
share and two middle-aged maids, big and round and motherly looking,
entered our room.
ÒTake your clothes off, girls. You must be bathed,Ó the largest maid
said to us. She did not ask, simply commanded.
ÒOhhh, I donÕt want a bath. I want to go to a party,Ó Bethany
answered.
ÒUp, no time to argue. You must both have baths and then you may be
invited to a little celebration,Ó the maid replied. And so, not wanting to
undress, but having the maid approach me and take hold of my sweater and
lift it up, me giggling, from drinking too much, I had my sweater pulled up
over my head. My ÒBlack SabbathÓ medallion slipped through the neckhole
of my sweater as it was lifted off and tumbled down past my face. It
almost hit my nose. It landed with a loud slap against my belly. The maid
looked at it. In the dark of the room I donÕt think sheÕd seen it as she went
for my sweater. I stood topless before her, with my breasts white as
snow upon my suntanned figure, and my ÒBlack SabbathÓ medallion hanging
between my naked boobs. It felt cold against my tummy.
ÒOff with your jeans, too,Ó the maid said. She bent and undid my
alligatorÕs belt that I liked so much. Then she popped the buttons on the
front of my jeans and pulled them down. Beneath I wore white panties.
She took those in her hands as she pushed down my jeans, cupping my hips
in both her big, broad hands, and shoved the whole works down, my panties
as well as my jeans. I wore slim boots on my legs and as she got my pants
down she had to lift my feet, one by one, and draw off my boots. Then off
came my pants, my fleecy bush feeling quite exposed with nothing
covering it. I felt a little wet between my legs too, for it excited me to
be naked in this big mansion, not knowing at all where I was, or in whose
house IÕd been invited into.
Bethany shrieked as the other maid took hold of her and began to
undress her. But it was just a single shriek, and then for some reason she
quietened, and let the maid do her work. When we were both completely
naked the bigger maid, the one whoÕd handled me, opened a door and
brought us through a doorway into a bathroom. She lifted off my ÒBlack
SabbathÓ medallion but then put round my neck, rather solicitously, a bar
of soap suspended in necklace-form from a rope. The tub in the bathroom
had already been filled and I realized now why, in the few moments I sat
with Bethany in our darkened bedroom, wondering what to do, IÕd heard
water running.
ÒOh, but I must pee!Ó Bethany declared, as the two of us were urged
to step into the newly filled bathtub. She darted to the toilet. Blushing a
little, for all of us were looking at her, she sat down nakedly on it and let
out her water. I had to go too. I went after her, peeing as the bowl
refilled from her flushing it. Then, when IÕd stood, and flushed away my
pee, the bigger of the two maids placed a warm palm on my bare bottom,
startling me, and guided me quite frankly back to the bathtub. This time
she lifted my leg for me and actually forced me to step over the side of
the tub into the water. I almost fell as she picked up my leg. I grabbed
BethanyÕs shoulder for balance. Standing beside me, she was made by her
own maid to lift her leg and get in the tub. When weÕd both entered the tub
we looked at each other and then, not knowing what else to do, we both sat
down.
ÒOoooh, this water is nice,Ó Bethany admitted. Still feeling a little
woozy from drinking too much, it was nice to be able to settle into the
warm tub water. I lay back in the tub and she found a rubber duck along
the side of the tub and put it in the water to see it float.
The maids let us rest in the tub a moment. Then, offering us a scrub
brush and sponge, they told us to bathe ourselves or they would do it for
us. I still felt quite clean from my bath at home, but I accepted their
scrub brush and got to work. I decided, though, soaping up the brush on the
bar of soap hanging between my breasts, to have a little fun by scrubbing
Bethany. When the brush was foaming with soap I told Bethany to stand up
and show me her bottom. She did, feeling a little silly, I think, but liking
the naughtiness of standing with her bottom in my face. I sat at her feet.
I lifted the scrub brush and, sexily, I began to scrub her wobbly bottom
cheeks.
Bethany shouted with delight. We were both a little drunk and it
was fun to wash her bottom. She stuck it out at me and I slapped it. The
twin, tightly-stretched mounds of cheeky flesh shuddered.
ÒOoohhh! DonÕt do that!Ó Bethany pouted. She clapped her hands over
her small little 12-year-old ass to protect it. I reached up and pried at
her fingers. She laughed. Suddenly her hands flew away and she stuck out
her bottom again. ÒFart!Ó she announced, though nothing came out of her
bottomhole.
ÒYouÕre a strumpet!Ó I told her, and I slapped her ass again, though
not as hard as before, for I didnÕt want to hurt her.
The maids let us play. They did not seem too worried that we
wouldnÕt get clean, though they did insist we wash our hair with shampoo
before they let us out of the tub. Our hair was already clean, of course,
but we scrubbed it anyway. I guessed they wanted our hair to be as glossy
and lustrous as possible.
After our bath Bethany and I were seated by the two maids in front
of a vanity mirror. We werenÕt used to wearing makeup but they insisted
on applying some to both our faces. We were forced to sit in the nude, our
bottoms warming on soft cushioned stools. My toes barely touched the
floor. BethanyÕs legs were too short and she kicked her feet absently back
and forth under her chair as the maids applied makeup to her face. When
we stood up we looked very pleasantly mature, I thought, with our made up
eyes and lipsticked lips and lightly-rouged cheeks.
ÒSit back down, I didnÕt tell you to rise,Ó the bigger maid said to us.
I sat down again on my stool, wondering why all this was necessary. IÕd
had a long day. WasnÕt I simply to be permitted to go to bed? I didnÕt need
makeup for bed, did I?
The maid brought out a little kit. She set it on the vanity counter in
front of me. She opened it. I saw gold rings inside, and a small needle, as
if for piercing flesh. There was a brush within, quite small and delicate,
and a jar of rouge. The maid opened the jar, dipped the brush into it, and
then, lifting the brush, began applying rouge to one of my nipples.
I shouted. I wasnÕt expecting that! I heard Bethany give a shout
beside me. But the maid gripped my breast, held it tight, almost painfully,
and, extruding my nipple flesh between two of her fingers, she proceeded
to paint my nipple with the rouge. I felt it stiffen, felt the nipple on my
other breast harden too. Yet I felt awfully tender and vulnerable, for she
might pinch my nipples off, if she wished, I thought, her fingers were so
big and workmanlike. And what was that needle doing in the kit?
I didnÕt find out about the needle, but both my nipples were carefully
outlined with applications of the brush dipped in rouge. When at last the
process was done I felt my nipples were very hard, like twin thorns, for
the tickling of the brush against them had excited them terribly. I looked
over at Bethany and saw she was aroused just like I was. I could feel my
spot buzzing down within the lips of my cunt. Bethany smiled guiltily at
me and brushed her hands across her thighs. I knew she was feeling
excited down within her snatch too.
We were permitted to stand. The maids turned us and made us bend
forward and dusted both our bottoms with baby powder. Again I wondered,
what for? The powder felt silky against my soft bottom but wasnÕt I just
going to be given pajama pants and put to bed?
We were taken back out to our bedroom. It was well-lit now.
Eveline had turned on the lamp. She was dressed in a similar gown as
before, but it was red now, instead of black. Her hair, which sheÕd worn in
the limo hanging free down her back, was now piled up elaborately atop
her head.
ÒGirls, you both look so special,Ó Eveline smiled. Her eyes glowed at
me, at Bethany. ÒI hate to hide such beauty but I have a few little things I
want you both to put on,Ó she said. I looked at the bed. I saw a small bow
tie for each of us, and a pair of shirt-cuffs, like Playboy bunnies wear,
with gold cufflinks attached to them. I saw high heels for me and,
strangely, rubber rain boots for (I guessed) Bethany. They were lined with
felt, as if to protect her legs from being chafed by them. But that would
only be necessary if she were to walk around in them without stockings,
wasntÕ it? Also on the bed, I saw a small red firemanÕs hat and a
squirtgun. But, significantly, I saw no panties, no bras, nothing to cover
ourselves up with. This seemed odd to me, for I supposed we could sleep
nude in our bed, but why would Bethany need to wear rainboots in bed?
And I hated to see her armed with a squirtgun. She was still young enough
to cause trouble with something like that. I could just see her trying to
squrit me up the ass with it if we were both to sleep nude in our bed.
ÒAre the heels for me?Ó I asked hopefully. I didnÕt want to be
consigned to sleeping in rain boots. They looked rather childish and silly.
The floor of our bedroom was made of hard stone and felt cold under my
feet. Rather than freeze my feet off, I stepped over to the warm throw
rug by the side of our bed. I lifted a foot and dandled my toes over the
heel strap on one of the pumps. I looked at Eveline. I knew Penthouse Pets
were sometimes put to bed wearing heels and I thought, ÔOh well, IÕll wear
them to bed if she wishes, with my makeup on and my painted tits and
talcum-powdered bottom, just so I donÕt get consigned to those ridiculous
rain boots.Õ I still had no idea why sheÕd want us sleeping in the bed all
made up and special feeling, with heels on, but perhaps it would be fun.
Bethany saw the squirtgun and made a beeline for it. Fortunately, it
proved to be empty. She liked the firehat and picked it up and plopped it
on her head. She grinned at me. She fitted the chin strap of the firehat
under her chin. I smiled at her, glad she liked the squirtgun and firehat,
for I was sure the boots were meant to go with them. I sat down
barebottomed on the coverlet of our bed and leaned foward. Reaching for
the heels, I felt my breasts hanging beneath me, full and soft and round,
with my nipples perky from being painted.
ÒOh, I donÕt have to fool with straps to put my shoes on,Ó Bethany
told me happily, claiming the boots for herself. ÒI can just stick in my
feet!Ó She stepped into the rainboots and I was glad, for it meant I could
have the high heels. Carefully I bound them to my feet, working to get all
the little buckles and straps closed correctly. Then I stood up. Bethany
looked at me. ÒYouÕll probably fall over in those,Ó she said.
I walked across the floor of our bedroom. The heels were at least
four inches in height and they made my bottom swing with an exaggerated
movement behind me as I stepped along in them. Bethany was right. I
tottered at first, Eveline reaching out to grab me so I wouldnÕt fall. But I
soon got the hang of it and was walking quite proudly round our bedroom.
My tits shook a little with each of my steps, my bare ass jiggled behind
me. Bethany follwed me, pointing her squirtgun at my ass and, I knew,
wishing she had something in it to shoot out at me. I could hear the
slapping of her boots upon the stone floor.
ÒYou both look delicious,Ó Eveline said. She nodded to the maids.
They fetched our shirt cuffs and bow ties off our bed. Bidding us to stand
still, they carefully placed the cuffs round our wrists and tied the bow
ties round our throats. ÒNow letÕs go downstairs and meet my husband,Ó
Eveline told us, when the maids finished.
ÒWhat?Ó Bethany asked. Her eyes were big and round again, wide
with surprise. She pointed her squirtgun at Eveline as if to defend herself
from the woman.
ÒWhy, weÕre having a party,Ó Eveline said. ÒDonÕt worry, Steve will
be there too. WeÕre all going to have some late night fun together. Do you
like dancing?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Bethany admitted. ÒBut not without my panties on!Ó She
looked quickly around the room, as did I. Our clothes were gone. But,
perhaps in deference to a wish I might have, my ÒBlack SabbathÓ medallion
lay upon the nightstand beside our bed.
I fetched my medallion and put it around my neck. I felt much
comfort at itÕs weighty presence against my belly.
ÒDo you think youÕve been brought here to sleep?Ó Eveline asked
Bethany. She rose up from a chair sheÕd been sitting in and went over to
the girl and hugged her. Bethany looked rather like an unwilling rabbit
being hugged by a child as Eveline embraced her. Her eyes stared at me
and her childish cheeks were compressed slightly upon her face as Eveline
pressed the girl to her bosom. Not wearing a bra, EvelineÕs breasts parted
as the girlÕs head sank between them. It looked sexy, I had to admit, like
something you might see in one of those awful menÕs magazines, one girl
holding the other against herself, making her face come into contact with
her breasts. Bethany, of course, didnÕt kiss EvelineÕs bosoms as she found
her head pressed hotly to them. But when Eveline let her go the girl
turned, slightly, and looked at the sumptuous cleavage sheÕd just been
pressed into.
ÒYou have nice tits,Ó Bethany said, frankly, and lifted her squirtgun
and placed the nozzle of it right against one of EvelineÕs nipples. You
could see the womanÕs nipples easily, standing up like twin points,
pushing against the fabric of her breasts. Bethany squeezed the trigger of
her squirtgun but nothing came out.
We went downstairs. We were not willing or unwilling, just two
nude girls hustled along with the maids behind us and Eveline leading the
way. BethanyÕs boots went ÔtrompÕ ÔtrompÕ ÔtrompÕ down the homeÕs grand
front staircase. I stepped more lightly in my heels, feeling awkward,
almost wishing IÕd fall, so a twisted ankle could excuse me from the
strange party we were invited to, where clothing (at least for us)
appeared not to be needed.
Downstairs the house appeared to be empty. Bethany and I threaded
our way past potted vines with flowering plants on them. We passed under
a painting by Renoir of a child with a watering can. I saw gorgeous
Edwardian-era furniture all aroud me, like my mom collects and
refinishes, and wondered if Bethany and I were to sit on it with our bare
bottoms. Passing a Grecian vase, I suddenly saw a man. He was sitting in
a chair by himself at the far end of the room. He was dressed in an
expensive Armani suit and he was smoking a cigar. The moment I saw him
he saw me. I stopped in my tracks. Bethany froze beside me.
ÒThereÕs a man!Ó Bethany blurted. WeÕd only been nude with females
up until now, though Steve, I remembered had been promised to be present
at our little party. Perhaps IÕd thought weÕd be given party clothes
downstairs, before he came. But now we were revealed, in all our girlish
nudity, in front of this man. I didnÕt know what to say. Bethany seemed to
quiver beside me, her bare bosoms jiggling with quiet nervousness on her
chest. I felt my bottomcheeks huddling behind me. I was acutely aware of
their bulbing nakedness. Across the manÕs knees, lying quite innocuously,
as if placed there by accident, I saw a leather riding crop. I remembered
how the horses at the stables I visited as a young girl would start when
they were struck on the rump with one.
ÒPlease, girls, show a little more bravery than that,Ó Eveline said
with a laugh. I felt hands upon my back, low down, near my waist, and I
was impelled forward. Beside me Bethany stumbled forward in her boots.
The man, seeming not to notice us, blew smoke rings as he held aloft his
cigar.
ÒHereÕs two little ones for your party, dear,Ó Eveline said to the
man. ÒJust like I promised.Ó
The man was drop-dead gorgeous. I think if he hadnÕt been I would
have clawed and kicked at the women at my back, including Eveline. He
looked rather like Tom Cruise, but was taller, much taller, and sat
nonchalantly, as if rather bored, not seeming to mind in the least that we
were without clothes at his party, nor aroused either, though I saw his
pants sported a distinct bulge where his thighs met.
He was young, no more than 30. His face had a scar across one cheek
that frightened me, but at the same time made me feel for him, for it
must have hurt for him to suffer whatever it was that caused it. He had a
ring on each finger, one with a ruby in it, the other a diamond. He wore
diamond cufflinks on his suit and he had one leg casually crossed over the
other, leaving enough space between his crossed legs to show us he was
amply equipped in the crotch.
Bethany seemed as impressed as I was by the man. Despite her lack
of panties she walked up to him, as the maids urged us, and we stood
before him, in the altogether, wearing just our little bowties and our
cuffs and shoes. Bethany aimed her squirtgun at the man menacingly, as if
to shoot him if he tried anything with her.
I was still flinching a little at being described as a Òlittle oneÓ by
Eveline. I wasnÕt as tall as she was but surely, with my breasts, I was at
least as well endowed, wasnÕt I? I thrust forward my hips, feeling the
wobble of my tits on my chest. My nipples were painted. The man looked
at them, then up at my face, as if not to embarrass me by gazing at my
sexual places. Beside me Bethany, more from mere confusion, I think, for
we were both feeling warm between our legs, stuck out her hips, perhaps
hoping the man she was still pointing her squirtgun at might brave her gun
and tickle her pussy.
ÒYou girls are lovely but I cannot have you greet my guests quite so
openly,Ó the man said to both Bethany and I, but looking, I felt, longer at
me than at her. I was older, after all, taller than she and with bigger
bosoms. He bid me to come close. He kept his riding crop across his knees
but he reached down beside his chair and picked up a can of Kool-Whip.
I shivered. The man reached behind me as I came up beside him. He
palmed my bottom, but not searchingly, merely to hold me. Then he
applied pressure to my rump with his hand, forcing me to offer him my
pussy. In the space between my legs I was feeling increasingly moist.
ÒAre you a virgin?Ó he asked me frankly.
ÒYes,Ó I whispered. For some strange reason, despite the presence
of the riding crop in his lap, I suddenly felt more protected and loved than
IÕd ever felt before in my life. This was not a boyfriend who would fight
with me. He would command, but only when I was able, I felt to obey, and
then he would expect me to listen and do as I was told.
ÒVery good,Ó he said. ÒAll the more reason you should not show too
much too soon.Ó He brought the can of Kool-Whip close to my cunt. I
waited. He smiled, slyly. He depressed the top of the can.
ÒYeeK!Ó I shouted. I donÕt know what I expected. But the cream that
came spurting out of the can was ice cold. It spattered across my pubis.
It coated my pussy hairs with white foam and then the man, urging me to
part my legs, which caused me to bend my knees, aimed the foam lower
and sprayed me underneath, not just in my pubic triangle but actually
against the virgin labial lips between my legs.
ÒOoohhh,Ó I shuddered. I felt so hot between my legs and now this
icy Kool-Whip was being applied by this total stranger to my most private
place. He squirted carefully, slowly, not in a continuous stream, which
might have made a mess, but with artful grace, holding me still with a
hand firmly against my bottom, forcing me to offer him my sex.
When I was well-creamed the man let me go. I returned to Bethany,
my pussy covered with white stuff but otherwise as IÕd been before. I
liked it that the man, so easily able to take liberties with my person, had
instead totally restrained himself, not even touching me, except upon my
bottom, to hold me close to him. This was quite different from my
boyfriend back home! HeÕd yelled ÒHeel, bitch!Ó and expected me to drop to
my knees like a trained dog! And not merely to play at being his doggie but
to do the unspeakable act of zipping open his fly and putting him in my
mouth! This man, though I knew not what else he had planned for me,
seemed much more accomplished. He touched me like a father might,
though being much younger, and restrained what must have been an obvious
need on his part bulging up between the legs of his trousers.
Bethany went ÔtrompÕ ÔtrompÕ ÔtrompÕ in her boots up to the man. He
placed a hand round her waist. She fliched. His hand passed down over her
bottom and he murmured something to her. Then, just as heÕd done with
me, he took the Kool-Whip and sprayed it on her puss.
ÒEeeek!Ó Bethany hollared. But I could tell she wasnÕt going to back
away from him, because IÕd had Kool-Whip put on me and she was kind of
like a little sister in always wanting to keep up with me in whatever I did.
The man coated her pudenda very slowly, as if covering her up with the
modest intent of a mother. When her pussy had been nicely creamed he
released her. She came back to me, her eyes wide, holding her squirtgun
and, I think, wishing to feel herself down there between her legs, but
afraid to. Perhaps she even wished to jam the nozzle of her squritgun
between her legs, I thought naughtily to myself. I almost wished sheÕd do
that to me.
I heard voices behind me. I turned. Steve was being escorted into
the room, by Eveline. My eyes nearly popped out of my head as I saw his
condition. He was completely undressed. He wore new sneakers, but
nothing more. Sticking out in front of him, like a big erect snake, was his
penis. IÕd never seen one before. It practically blew my mind, seeing his,
it was so very long and exquisitely hard. Steve had been shaved and bathed
and his hair had been bound behind his head with a pink ribbon. I laughed,
seeing the ribbon. I heard Bethany giggle. Yet his chest was a powerful,
rippling mass of hard muscle, and his arms and legs were like limbs that
you see on weightlifters, or the best high school football players. His
stomach was flat and hard and as he passed me, barely noticing me, I saw
his buns were very small and tight. They were white, like the space of
flesh where his cock grew from his body. The rest of him was dark, from
being out in the sun.
ÒSteven, my boy,Ó the man said with a wry trace of a smile. He
uncrossed his legs. He was about to draw a puff on his cigar but, I think in
deference to Steven, he did not. He looked the boy over and then regarded
him as, I thought, an older man might regard someone who may one day
take his place. ÒYou will find this much pleasanter work than drug
running,Ó the man said to Steven. ÒSorry about the pink bow, but the
ladies insisted. You are well fitted for the work theyÕll be giving you,Ó
the man said. He glanced directly at StevenÕs stiff genitals. ÒTry not to
wave that thing in my face, eh?Ó
ÒSorry, sir,Ó Steven said. He stepped back a pace from the man.
ÒOf course in my opinion, at my age, I still feel it would be better
for you if you were in high school doing your studies,Ó the man said to
Steven. This time his hand felt a need to lift his cigar to his mouth and he
permitted himself the liberty of puffing upon it. He blew the smoke out
slowly, ending with a smoke ring. ÒBut, at your age, I admit I ran away
myself, so I could get a start in the world, and not be a bookworm for the
rest of my life.Ó He raised his hand. He gestured to the room around us.
ÒAs you can see, IÕve done well,Ó the man said. ÒNow about your chores
here, youÕll be keeping in good condition, of course, working out every day.
And at night, as this evening, youÕre other parts,Ó the man paused, looked
again at SteveÕs cock, ÒWill be seen to.Ó He nodded to Eveline. The woman
approached Steve. She kissed his lips and allowed him to feel the
cushiony presence of her breasts pressing softly against his bare chest.
Then, with a smile, she turned Steve around, so that he was showing the
man his naked ass.
ÒAh, yes, the backside,Ó the man said. He reached for the crop in his
lap and fingered it. ÒTell me, Steve, have you ever participated in anal
sex?Ó the man asked.
ÒNo, and I wouldnÕt want to, either,Ó Steve said.
ÒGood,Ó the man nodded. ÒI fully agree. However, we must have you
properly outfitted, IÕm afraid, for your duties this evening. You are young
and strong and, quite frankly, a bit of a threat to the other men who will
be attending our party tonight. I must show that you are compliant, else
they wonÕt let their wives spend time with you. I have a device, here,
which will make that quite easy. If you would, simply bend foward, spread
your stance a little, and bring your arms behind you so I can get this over
as quickly as possible.Ó He drew again upon his cigar, puffed out rings.
ÒBelieve me, this is no pleasure for me to do, but with you not having,
correctly, done anything in a manner to voilate your behind, IÕm afraid IÕm
the only one present with the strength to do what is necessary.Ó
ÒGo ahead,Ó Steve said. ÒEveline warned me this was necessary.Ó He
leaned foward. Reaching behind himself, with Eveline drawing on one of
his wrists a little, in encouragement, he took hold of his ass cheeks and
separated them.
ÒGood, good,Ó the man said. He drew from a bag beside his chair an
enormous phallus. It was slim, however, and looked quite flexible. It had
been pre-greased, by someone. The grease looked thick upon it, as one
might expect if indeed Steve, like the rest of us, had never had anything
stuck up his behind. IÕd read of such obscene things, on the Net, surfing
through alt.sexy.men.gay. I think Bethany must have too, for she stood
shivering beside me, watching, waiting, holding her little squirtgun aloft
just in case anybody got any ideas of doing the same thing to her.
ÒIÕll try not to make this hurt,Ó the man said to Steve.
ÒJust jam it up,Ó Steve said. He gritted his teeth.
ÒYouÕre quite a good deal bolder with your behind than I would have
been, at your age,Ó the man said to Steve.
ÒIÕm going to fuck your wifeÕs brains out when this is over,Ó Steve
warned.
The man laughed. ÒMy delicate Eveline? Ah, Steve. Yes, you will
indeed get to have her, but you must perform first for the other ladies, at
our party tonight. Sorry--Ó he said then, and wedged the big dildo-thing
between the cheeks of SteveÕs ass.
ÒUhn,Ó Steve grunted.
ÒDonÕt tighten yourself, my boy. It wonÕt make this any easier,Ó the
man said. He wrinkled his nose. ÒIÕm glad you were given a bath. IÕd have
hated to have done this to you after youÕd spent 3 days on the road.Ó
ÒYeah, up yours, just get it in. Your ass stinks too,Ó Steve answered.
ÒOh!Ó Bethany cried. He hand flew to her mouth as she watched
Steve suddenly lurch forward. Eveline caught him, pressed him back, a
hand low upon his belly, her fingers separating to make room for the
growth of his real cock in front.
ÒUngh! OW!Ó Steve yelped. Eveline stroked his penis with her other
hand, consoling him.
ÒHold still, dearest, youÕll do the same to me with this big thing
youÕve got and you know it,Ó Eveline said. Then, nodding at her husband,
she said, ÒDo him, dear. He deserves it. He already told me upstairs how
heÕs going to rape my ass with his big proud penis.Ó
ÒUnh...unh...Ack!Ó Steve groaned. He gritted his teeth. Behind him, as
he held his ass open for the man, the man inserted the dildo. It went up
slowly at first, then more quickly, and Bethany and I stood watching with
our bottomcheeks clenched, knowing weÕd never let such an awful thing be
done to ourselves!
ÒYes, that feels nice and full, doesnÕt it, you wicked boy,Ó Eveline
said to Steve. She was milking his cock now, pulling on it in a manner
that I thought must be painful for him, though he seemed not to mind. Up,
up, the big dildo went into his backside, until at last, with a sigh of relief,
the man announced that he had it all the way up.
Stiffly, Steve straightened. ÒGod, Damn! I donÕt think I can walk
with that fucking shit up my ass!Ó Steve said. The man laughed.
ÒYouÕll manage, my boy, but it will reassure the other men that you
wonÕt run away with their wives!Ó He pulled a leather thong that reminded
me a bit of a girdle from the black leather bag beside his chair. The
girdle-thong thing was split into two, and the man now fitted the two
halves of the girdle together over the stump of the dildo that stuck out of
SteveÕs bottom. When it was together, holding the stump in place, the man
wrapped it around SteveÕs front. Eveline helped him. She snapped the
girdleÕs split front closed around SteveÕs penis. There was a hole in the
girdle for his balls to hang through. This had a small drawstring
permitting the hole to be slipped tighter or larger around the balls.
Eveline, getting the girdle closed around SteveÕs penis, now tightened the
hole thru which his balls descended so that his testicles were
contstricted.
ÒThat will help keep you from cuming,Ó Eveline said in a soft
whisper to Steve, as if sharing a secret with him.
In back, there were manacles attached to the girdle. As Eveline
closed the girdle around SteveÕs cock, the man behind him bound his wrists
with the manacles. When they were both finished, the process taking a
while, me and Bethany wishing we could muss the cream between our legs
by rubbbing our slits, Steve looked quite sexy. His ass was split down the
back by a leather thong, which showed both his cheeks and at the same
time had been fitted to him in such as way as to hold the dildo up his ass
in place. Between his legs, his hairy balls stuck down through the opening
left in the girdleÕs thong. And in front, his penis, hard as a stone
sculptureÕs, had been encased round itÕs base by the same thong splitting
his ass. Nothing hid the view of his big stiff penis and nothing hid the
view of his plump little ass, save the thong which cut between the cheeks
of his bottom and held the dildo up inside his gut. In addition, his balls
were as visible as before, though they hung lower now because the of the
tightness of the girdle forcing them to descend.
Steve turned to us, his hands bound behind him. ÒDonÕt laugh, cunts,Ó
he warned us. We both suppressed giggles but couldnÕt help looking at his
big, captive cock, and the exciting display of his balls. I wished heÕd turn
again so I could admire his well-popped ass.
ÒDear, do something about that dick of his, would you?Ó the man said
to Eveline. ÒHere, do you want my whipped cream? IÕm finished with the
girls.Ó
ÒOh no,Ó Eveline said. She smiled. ÒI want to dip this fine boyÕs
penis in chocolate. The ladies will simply adore that!Ó
The two maids appeared. I hadnÕt noticed their absence, I was so
enthralled by SteveÕs butt-raping and his fixing within the girdle.
Between them they carried a wastebasket. It was made of plastic, as if to
keep their fingers from being burned. Brimming within, I saw what
appeared to be a deep pool of chocolate.
The maids set the wastebasket on a low coffee table near the man.
ÒKneel, dearest,Ó Eveline said to Steve. Lightly she put a finger to
his back, down by his waist. Steve heeded her and dropped to his knees,
letting them come to rest on the end of the coffee table. Of course, doing
this, his dick came within inches of the warm, liquid chocolate. On the
end of his penis was a dollop of pre-cum and it suddenly dropped within
the liquid. I thought I heard a small hiss.
ÒHow hot is this?Ó Steve asked, kneeling a bit unsteadily, his penis
itself in danger of plunging within the chocolate.
ÒNot too bad, I donÕt think,Ó Eveline said. She came round beside
Steve and dipped a finger into the chocolate. She lifted it to her lips.
ÒMmmm, delicious. ItÕs not too hot, dear. Plunge your penis right into it!Ó
With a momentÕs hesitation, gazing into the deep wastebasket full of
melted chocolate, Steve drew in his breath. His chest expanded. It was
big and heavy and powerful. Then, still holding his breath, he plunged his
dick in.
ÒYeeeooo! ItÕs not very cool!Ó Steve howled. But he seemed to
manage the heat and he held his penis within the pool of chocolate. He had
little choice. Eveline had placed both her palms upon his ass and seemed
determined to keep him submerged in the chocolate for as he could bear.
ÒAhhhh,Ó Steve announced suddenly, and drew his big, dripping penis
out of the wastebasket. Clinging to the entire length of it was rich, brown
chocoate. I watched, amazed. I wished dearly to finger my slit but didnÕt
want to be seen by the man, messing up what heÕd so carefully applied to
me.
ÒYes, itÕs gorgeous. Come and blow on it, girls, to cool it for him,Ó
Eveline announced to us. Bethany and I couldnÕt refuse. He was so
scrumptious, standing there with his chocolate-covered penis, that she
and I almost raced each other as we ran up to him. I reached him first.
Bethany had to run round to the other side of him. We bent, blew on his
cock. It was gorgeous, almost a foot long, I guessed (though my mind
might have been exaggerating a bit). BethanyÕs eyes danced as she blew on
SteveÕs penis, as did mine. I wanted to lick it but Eveline warned us not
to.
ÒHe might spill, girls,Ó she said. ÒHe must be saved for the party.Ó
ÒShall he dip his balls too?Ó Bethany asked. She and I straightened
up, reluctantly.
ÒOh no,Ó Eveline answered. ÒHis testicles hang down from his body
to keep the sperm healthy. Heat kills sperm. ThatÕs why men are made
that way, didnÕt you know that?Ó Eveline asked.
ÒNoooo,Ó Bethany answered, staring at SteveÕs equipment.
ÒHowever, just like yourselves, Steve must be made modest,Ó
Eveline said. She walked over to her husband. She had him give her the
Kool-Whip. She returned to us, shaking the can. ÒIÕll spray a little of this
on his balls so people donÕt see his hairy sack the minute they walk in the
door.Ó She bent, told Steve to spread his legs. From behind, she squirted
Kool-Whip on his nut sack.
ÒHey! ThatÕs cold!Ó Steve, his penis still cooling within its
chocolate shell, announced.
ÒYes, dear, itÕs Kool-Whip,Ó Eveline explained. He was too big for
her to get him completely coated from behind. She came round to his front
and, moving Bethany out of her way, bent again and applied Kool-Whip to
his balls from the front.
ÒPut a little of that on my dick too,Ó Steve said, for the chocolate
was still quite warm against his penis.
ÒNo, dear. My pussy will be warm, just like the chocolate is,Ó
Eveline told him. ÒGet used to it.Ó
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