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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PARTY PUSSIES
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Chapter Six
We drove along a dirt road in RobinÕs limo. He had substantial
assets, I found, though heÕd have to be careful in spending them for, having
sold all his drug routes to Jake, he would get no new income. Now, after
several years of hard work, he was intent on enjoying himself. And
Bethany and I were to enjoy ourselves with him too, as his love slaves. I
found that, with a man you admire (if not, perhaps, love, for I wonder if I
wasnÕt still too young for love in those days), being a love slave isnÕt too
bad. It certainly beat lying around at home, fighting with my mother, and
going to boring classes at school every day.
The night had begun with dancing. Robin had danced with both
Bethany and I, at a small, exclusive club. The cover charge was high. It
permitted him to let us dance freely, with whomever we wished, without
fights breaking out over who might take us home. Everyone knew we
belonged to Robin, and they could only have us with his permission. So I
felt free to dance with other men, and even slowdance with them, without
provoking RobinÕs jealousy. Bethany, despite her makeup and lovely
hairdressed hair, was thought too young by some, and left to make figures
in PlayDoh at our dinnertable, occupied by presents the club gave to
visiting children. She danced sometimes but, declaring herself pooped,
would then sit at our table and sip sodas and build PlayDoh dinosaurs and
BarbiÕs, or color aimlessly in a coloring book about Child Safety. Doing
this, of course, though it was only her way of passing the time enjoyably,
scared away even more of the male dancers. So she was left often to
herself, though seemed not to mind it, drinking endless quantities of soda
pop, all the different flavors, while I strutted my stuff on the dancefloor.
Robin, meanwhile, enjoyed the company of other ladies. He danced with
them and I made the rounds of the men. I think he was even given a quick
suck by one female or two, off in the darkness, but I could hardly blame
him, for I sucked upon the tool of a man I found especially wonderful,
though I did it without, I think, Robin knowing, and was careful not to
make him cum.
In the limo, our dancing done, the moon setting low against the
Mexican hills, rode Robin and I, and Bethany, and another couple. (It did
not include, however, the man IÕd blown; heÕd gotten off, I think, in the
mouth of another female, and gone home with her.) Also in our limo there
was a woman. She had bright blue eyes but long, wavy brown hair. She
was wealthy, but young. She reminded me of Eveline. Her name was Petra.
We were going to her estate. She owned it outright, not sharing it with
any man. She had beckoned Robin to let her entertain all of us there. We
had never met before, except this evening, at the club. I sensed we would
be spending the night there. It was far out in the country and, surely, we
would have to sleep there, for the midnight hour had passed and we could
not make the journey back to our beds at RobinÕs before wishing for some
slumber.
But, as yet, as we drove out to her estate, our bodies still surged
with energy from dancing and we felt a desire for adventure.
Petra wore a small gold chain around her throat. From it hung an
amulet. It was in the shape of a small, golden whip. I sensed it served as
warning for her interests, yet Robin had aquiesced in our visiting her
place, enjoying whatever it was she had to offer us by way of
entertainment. With us rode another couple sheÕd invited. Or would the
description ÔsnaredÕ be better? Their names were Tom and Ginger. He was
tall and good-looking, she was young and lovely. She was in college, I
think, and he was just starting at medical school somewhere on the east
coast. They were in Mexico looking for pleasure before the world of work
and school captured them, back home, and put them to the grindstone.
Behind our limo a plume of dust rose, but we were safe from it, in
the car. I heard the crunching of stones underneath the limoÕs tires. The
road was unpaved; half dust, half crushed rock, all intermingled. Perhaps
at one time the road had been freshly laid with rock but in the intervening
years there had no longer been enough money to keep it that way. I sensed
Petra was from a wealthy Mexican family whose fortunes had declined.
Now she alone remained, inheriting the family estate at a young age,
living, perhaps, a life of gentility still, but without the vast wealth her
father may have possessed in his day, before labor and land reforms were
passed into law.
So the road, once paved with stone, was now mostly dirt, with just
half-forgotten patches of rock, remnants of the familyÕs former glory. All
this I speculated on, in my mind, asking just a little of Petra, so as not to
embarrass her too much. Our conversation was light, noncommital, though
we might be quite serious in our play with each other in an hour or two.
Robin, unless heÕd sprayed himself into the mouth of the woman
whoÕd favored him at the disco, was, I guessed, full of sperm. I felt a
little like his wife, speculating about that. But Bethany and I, though we
shared his bed, had been left alone in his house for the last week, with
only an illiterate, Spanish-speaking servant to tend to our needs. He had
been out making money, doing something, I know not what. But his house
had a backyard pool, and so weÕd found ourselves quite well entertained,
Bethany and I, splashing like children in his pool while he was out earning
more money to provide for us. We kept our tops and bottoms on, though,
for he favored seeing our most intimate parts all lovely and white, just as
Malthus had, though we might tan our legs and arms and backs and faces as
much as we wished.
Malthus, he had given Bethany and I up so freely. Had he been in on
the bargain? I did not know. Perhaps Jake had been forced to divvy up
RobinÕs routes with Malthus. Surely our former master had gotten
something for our bodies. Or perhaps not; spilling his seed, perhaps his
passion for us had dimmed. Men are strange sometimes, especially when
they are older, like Malthus. One minute they are hard and pulsing with
love. The next moment, having spent themselves, they are old again, and
do not care. Perhaps Malthus had given up Bethany and I in the aftermath
of spilling his seed, not really caring for us as he had when he was hard
and desperate. His little neices were coming to visit. Perhaps, heÕd
decided, to clear the house of us so that he could devote his full attention
to them.
Yes, I knew that must be it. I shuddered. Even now they might be
stark naked, forced to serve him, or being served by him, whether they
wished it or not. Their bottoms might be tasting their first taste of
leather, sharply applied.
I squirmed in my seat. Robin, despite his lust for Bethany and I, had
yet to pierce our bottoms with his tool. He had been so busy rodding our
cunts, in the days when we first arrived at his estate, that heÕd had not
had time yet to fuck us in that forbidden way. And the whip, too, we had
not yet tasted at his hand. I knew sometime we must. It seemed to be a
right of passage, a rite of love, down here amongst the wealthy in Mexico.
Yet we had been so frisky in the normal ways of love that we had not yet
gotten round it.
Now, though, Robin had been away from us a week, working to earn
more money. I knew his balls must be close to bursting. Petra, I thought,
must have known it too, for she looked at him slyly, as a snake measures
up a bird as it rises to strike it. Tom and Ginger sat across from us,
sipping drinks. Ginger stroked TomÕs thigh, rubbing her slim fingers
across his trousers. Bethany, sitting next to me, let out a burp.
ÒBethany, youÕre drinking too much soda,Ó I said to her. She was
sucking on yet another soda pop, this one grape flavored.
ÒI know,Ó Bethany said. ÒI have to go to the bathroom.Ó
ÒWeÕll be there in another minute or two,Ó Petra said. ÒCan you hold
it Ôtill then?Ó It was a frank question. Our probings of each other, in
conversation, had not yet reached such a level as that before. Ginger
laughed, nervously. Tom cleared his throat.
ÒYes, I think so,Ó Bethany said. She wiggled.
ÒAnd you, Lisa, do you have to pee too?Ó Petra asked me. Her eyes
were bright. The whip dangling from her throat glowed as a shard of
moonlight pierced through the window of our limo.
ÒI-- yes,Ó I answered.
ÒGood,Ó Petra said. ÒAnd you, Ginger?Ó
ÒWell I--Ó Ginger said. She stiffened, then relaxed. It was silly to
be affronted, I guessed, for we had all agreed, I think, to surrender our
privacy when first we stepped into RobinÕs limo, intent on going to
PetraÕs.
Ginger was the same age as Petra and finally the young woman,
looking at her, nodded quietly in agreement. We all had to pee.
ÒFine,Ó Petra said. ÒWe shall make a party of it, then. And much
else too.Ó She sounded like a widow who has been without her pleasures
and is eager to return to the marital bed. I had a feeling weÕd be
accompanying her. Petra looked at Robin. ÒMay I slip out of my skirt?Ó
Robin nodded. He watched her as she reached behind herself and
undid the zipper at the back of her skirt. Petra raised her hips, doing it,
struggled a little, then got the zipper to go and it unzipped, letting us all
hear it, for it was quiet as the limo ground slowly over the soft dirt in the
road.
ÒYou too,Ó Robin said to me. I gave a quiet gulp. ÒDo Bethany first,Ó
he told me.
I reached behind Bethany. She squeaked, clutching her soda pop, as I
made her lift her bottom off the seat. I found the zipper of her dress and
undid it, drawing it down. Tom, I saw out of the corner of my eye,
persuaded Ginger to let him undo her dress. Unlike Petra and Beth, who
wore skirts, Ginger wore an elegant full-length dress. She had no bra on
underneath and she would bare her bosoms in the process of baring her
hips. I wore jeans. When IÕd drawn BethanyÕs skirt down her bare legs I
unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles.
I wore boots over my pants legs. I reached down to get my jeans off
them somehow.
ÒNo. Leave them,Ó Robin told me.
ÒHuh?Ó I asked, looking up at him.
ÒLeave your pants on. Just like that, wound around your calves, with
your boots holding them up,Ó Robin said.
ÒBut theyÕll hobble me,Ó I protested. I couldnÕt walk too well with
my pants around my legs, down near my ankles!
ÒI know,Ó Robin answered. ÒNow pull down your panties.Ó
I was forced to obey. I felt my bare bottom make contact with the
leather seat of RobinÕs limo. I gasped, wondering if it was a portent of
other leather IÕd feel, touching my bottom, before the dawn broke in the
eastern sky. Petra eyed me with warm, possessive eyes. Bethany laughed.
Robin noticed that only her skirt had been removed and ordered her to take
down her panties.
Across from me, Tom helped Ginger out of her dress. He looked like
a man unwrapping a gift. Ginger was tall, elegant. Her bosoms, as the
dress fell away, were revealed to be sumptuous, melon-shaped, with
upturned nipples waiting to be sucked. Her hips were waspishly thin. Her
pussy hair, matching her hair on her head, proved her to be a natural
blonde. SheÕd worn no panties to the nightclub and now, as her dress was
removed, she was left utterly naked, with only bracelets on her wrists,
earrings, and her shoes to keep her a civilized woman. She shook her hair.
It fell in gold ringlets down around her shoulders. It was pretty hair. I
did not know if it was naturally curly or that way after hours of sitting in
a chair at a beauticians. GingerÕs nails were perfect, sculpted and long
and painted red. She lifted her flute of wine that sheÕd been drinking to
her lips and I watched as she drank nakedly from the glass. She was as
elegant and cultered now as sheÕd been a moment before, when she still
possessed her dress. She would be a formidable competitor, I knew, in the
bedroom, if matters ever came to that. I glanced at Tom. His interest had
risen, visibly, for his well-endowed crotch now actually stuck up within
his trousers, banana-like. He was looking at Ginger.
Tom glanced at me. I retained my top still, a knotted off blouse that
showed my tummy. I smiled. His eyes passed to Bethany. She sucked
diligently on her soda, through a straw passed up through her lips, sucking
on it, I think, rather sexily, or perhaps only childishly, working her lips as
she drank. She had on a little vest. Beneath it, she wore a black, lacy bra.
Like me, she was bare from the waist down, showing her muff, her slit
warmly tucked up between her naked legs. Yet her feet were free to move.
Mine were captured and held by my pants, ringing my calves. One foot
could not move wihout the other following it, in unison. Bethany kicked
her legs back and forth. Her feet didnÕt quite touch the floor of the limo.
The limo stopped. We stepped out, clad as we were. If the driver
noticed our nudity, he did not show it. He opened the door on my side of
the limo. I let Ginger get out first, then Tom. I needed help myself, for
my legs were bound by my pants. Bethany darted out in front of me,
climbing over me. Then Petra and Robin helped me out.
ÒWash the limo,Ó Robin told his driver. He looked at Petra.
ÒThere is a hose out back, behind the house,Ó she told RobinÕs driver.
There is a small utility room there with sponges and buckets and soap.Ó
ÒYes,Ó RobinsÕ driver answered. He was Spanish, dressed in a full
uniform. He tipped his hat. He pretended not to notice the big banana-like
protrusion in the front of RobinÕs pants. Tom sported a similar protrusion.
It was obvious, with my hips and legs bare, and BethanyÕs, with Ginger
fully naked, and Petra bare from the waist down, that we would be
spending our night in the throes of passion, yet the driver was proper in
his manner, as if in the presence of well-dressed partiers at a GovernorÕs
ball. He retreated to the limoÕs cab and waited for us to get inside before
starting the engine again. The limo sat on the dirt road, there would be
dust when it rolled forward.
We walked up a sidewalk to the front door of PetraÕs house. It was
large, and dark, with only a single light glowing in one window. Trees
crowded round the house, though beyond lay only fields, with corn softly
rustling in them. I listened to the night sounds. An owl, the sound of a
cat, somewhere, meowing. The moon was passing behind the hills far out
in the fields, turning orange as it dipped below the horizon.
ÒOooh, pretty!Ó Bethany said, staring at the moon. The light it cast
was broken up by the trees, which covered our bodies in shadow. Petra
rummaged for her keys in her purse.
ÒYes. Here they are,Ó Petra said. ÒI think my servantÕs sleeping.
ThereÕs no need to wake her now.Ó
Petra unlocked the door to her house. She went in first, turning on a
light. We followed. Bethany lingered a little, staring at the moon. Petra
went back out and fetched her in.
ÒDonÕt you have to pee?Ó Petra asked Bethany.
ÒOh, yes. I forgot,Ó Bethany said. But, remembering, she asked to be
taken right away to the bathroom. Her hips wiggled a little as she spoke.
Petra laughed, asked us if weÕd like to go too. I needed to pee, though not
as badly as Bethany evidently did. Still, I wished not to make a spectacle
of it. But Robin, his hand pressing to my bare seat, pushed me forward. I
found myself impelled down a hall, Bethany and Petra leading the way,
myself and Robin following, Tom and Ginger, holding hands, taking up the
rear.
We entered a large, luxurious toilet. It was covered on its floor and
ceiling in blue tile. They made the room dark, though the light from the
vanity and the sink did its best to illuminate our wickedness. There was
but one toilet. Bethany sat down first, quickly, as if to beat me to the
potty, lest I make her wait instead. Still sucking on her grape soda,
clutching the bottle with both hands, she pissed out her pee loudly into the
toilet.
Petra took her bottle. ÒNow wipe,Ó Petra told her.
ÒIn front of everybody?Ó Bethany asked. She looked up at Petra, her
bottle of grape soda, seemed to wish to take back the soda and sit,
drinking it, on the toilet, until it was finished.
ÒWipe,Ó Petra said. ÒOr I will do it for you.Ó
ÒOhhh, I donÕt like being watched,Ó Bethany said. But she unrolled
the toilet paper and wadded up sufficient of it to put between her legs and
wipe away her pee.
I was next. I pissed, looking at Robin, then at Tom.
ÒUnzip yourselves,Ó Petra said pleasantly to Robin and Tom. ÒYou
arenÕt planning to pee in your pants, are you?Ó
ÒUh, no,Ó Robin admitted. Under PetraÕs watchful eyes he unzipped
his fly. His penis sprang forth from his pants, once heÕd parted his
underwear to let it out. Bethany, silly girl, let out a small cry, as if
surprised by its length and thickness, though sheÕd tasted the full
throbbing of it up her cunt already, in his bed.
Tom unleashed himself. He was huge, big as Robin, and I found
myself gasping as I regarded him. I wiped away my pee, staring at his
member. Ginger saw me glued to him, with my eyes, but said nothing. I
felt embarrased. I rose from the toilet, put my hands over my dell, but my
eyes stayed on TomÕs penis.
Ginger sat down next. She peed, and as she did so Petra opened a
cabinet and drew out a long whip. She walked over to where Ginger sat on
the toilet and dangled the tip of the whip around GingerÕs boobs.
ÒOh!Ó Ginger said, surprised. Indeed, I drew back myself, for the
whip had a knotted tip and looked long and ropy, sure to cause pain if it
was struck against oneÕs body, especially in the tender places.
ÒTom, has your wife tasted leather before?Ó Petra asked, looking at
Tom, with his penis displayed, as she dangled the whip over Ginger.
ÒSheÕs not my wife. Just my girlfriend,Ó Tom said.
ÒOh, all the better then,Ó Petra said. ÒYou might apply the whip with
more callousness then.Ó Briefly Petra lifted the whip and then smacked it
down, cracking the air just in front of GingerÕs right nipple.
ÒYeek!Ó Ginger said. Despite her lovely, cultured appearance, the
young woman stiffened. Her eyes widened in fright. Then, seeing sheÕd not
actually been hit, she relaxed a little. But her small palms swept up to
her bosoms and covered her risen teats.
ÒYour husband. I mean, you lover. Has he ever been disciplined on his
bottom?Ó Petra asked Ginger.
ÒNo. No,Ó Ginger said. Yet she smiled a little as she uttered the
second Ôno.Õ She looked with wanton eyes at Tom. She licked her lips.
ÒPerhaps it is time he was,Ó Petra said.
ÒPerhaps,Ó Ginger agreed. I felt a flush of desire as I imagined poor
Tom, tied down over a trestle, with the women flaying his bare buns. He
had tight ones, so tight you might lose your finger if you tried to pry your
way into them. I felt a need to rub my pussy and found myself doing so,
before I could stop myself.
ÒBOTH men should be whipped,Ó Bethany said, beside me, sipping her
grape soda. Like me, sheÕd placed a hand on her dell and was fingering her
slit.
ÒAnd so should little girls who masturbate,Ó Petra said. BethanyÕs
hand darted away from her loins. But I, having been using mine to keep
myself modest, kept diddling myself a little, hoping they didnÕt notice
that one of my fingers was between my legs.
ÒCome, the moon has set but there are still a few hours left to the
night,Ó Petra said. ÒFirst we shall indulge ourselves, and afterward give
each other little tests, with the whip and otherwise.Ó
ÒDonÕt you wish to pee?Ó Ginger said, wiping herself and rising from
the toilet.
ÒI do, but IÕve thought of a more interesting way to do it,Ó Petra
replied. ÒFor myself, and the men too.Ó She looked at both Tom and Robin.
ÒCan you hold it, awhile? I do not have to go too badly.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Tom answered.
ÒOkay,Ó Robin said. They were both intrigued by her proposal.
Ginger, deprived now of her own pee, seemed a little peeved that Petra had
tricked her out of it, while retaining her own. Yet she said nothing.
ÒTake off all your clothes,Ó Petra said to me, to Bethany, to Tom and
Robin. ÒThen we shall have a little sit in the living room, playing with
ourselves. You will enjoy it. I shall have to wake the maid, though, for
weÕll need her services.Ó
Leaving us thrumming with desire, especially the men, whose cocks
stood out from their bodies like masts in search of sails, or a flag, Petra
left us. She pulled off her blouse as she walked, dropping it in the hall.
She called aloud for the maid.
ÒWild,Ó Tom said to Robin.
ÒYeah,Ó Robin agreed. They both pulled off their jackets and shirts
and undid their ties as Bethany and I got off the rest of our clothes.
Ginger, naked already, walked up to Tom and boldly began stroking his
cock. Then, seeing him fully erect, she went to Robin, and frankly checked
the state of his erection with her fingertips. I was jealous, but too busy
pulling my boots off my feet to interfere.
The tiled bathroom had a big mirror over the sink that stretched past
the toilet. It was one of those mirrors that, while not a full-length
mirror, was low enough to the floor to show oneÕs genitals when one was
naked.
We gazed at ourselves. I looked at the men in particular, for they
were both without pants now. Their cocks looked huge in the mirror, big
sausages both, and both, I was quite sure now, a full week since their last
spending. I walked up to Tom. I touched my finger to the tip of his penis.
I looked at Ginger. My eyes questioned. She grinned at me knowingly,
nodded. Yes, she said, sharing secrets about her boyfriend without having
to speak them. He was full. Quite full. Her eyes widened. Her eyebrows
lifted, questioning whether Robin was as her Tom was. I nodded, silently.
Yes, he was as full as her boyfriend.
I shivered a little. I drew my hand back from TomÕs cock. I was as
nude as he was, and Robin. I knew they would both need to fuck hard and
long to relieve themselves of their spermy burdens. I touched myself
where my legs met. I would be sore there, in the morning. All of us
females would be.
Petra returned with the maid. She was an older woman, too old to
show herself in the nude. Yet despite her age she was still trim, and she
bore herself with a regal aspect I had not expected. She was Indian, I
think, one of the old Incas, still pure in blood despite the Spanish takeover
of her country. I felt a bit like an interloper, standing here nude, on her
ancient lands, contemplating copulation. Yet she only regarded me with
amusement. As if to say, ÒOh, a tourist girl, come down here to enjoy the
sights and have some excitement.Ó Yet there was a slight maliciousness
in her gaze, as if she were privy to things I might experience that I did not
yet know of.
The maidÕs eyes turned to the men. They beheld her, as I did, with
some embarrassment. For their part, they were quite visibly in a state of
arousal. I only had my nipples to give me away, and a slight sheen of dew
where my legs met. The poor men, though, had their big peckers, sticking
straight up, throbbing eagerly, with their balls hanging taut underneath,
hoping to spend any moment. Tom, who was Mexican, stiffened, tried to
regard the Incan woman with the superiority of the conquering race. But
with his big dick hanging out, it was rather difficult, and he succumbed to
blushes instead. Robin, half American, half Mexican, felt, perhaps, more
like myself, an interloper. He flushed as a man does who is caught peeing
outdoors, in the bushes, where he doesnÕt belong.
ÒAh, youÕve met my maid,Ó Petra said. She glided back into the room.
She was fully nude now, like the rest of us. ÒTake off your shoes, men. I
want you quite naked,Ó she said, in a teasing voice. Tom beat Steve to the
toilet and sat down on it and undid his shoes.
Two men entered behind the maid. They were both Mexicans and,
from their looks, sunbeaten and wrinkled, Mexican laborers. They were
both short. RobinÕs eyes blazed. He was only recently out of the drug
business. He stiffened, like a man expecting, perhaps, to be rubbed out,
attacked when he least expected it. How heroic he looked, his body moving
into a position one step away from fighting, all his muscles tensing, his
eyes alert, his lungs full. Yet, except for his shoes, he was bare as a
newborn, with his big penis sticking out vulnerably in front of him.
ÒDonÕt worry, Robin dear,Ó Petra said. ÒThey simply wish to watch.
They are my gardeners. This is Alfonse, half-brother to my maid. And this
is Rico, her nephew. My maid is quite industrious, and so are they. They
deserve this small entertainment. I wish, too, for us to push ourselves a
bit this evening. I do not believe in sex for mere pleasure. It must be a
challenge. So remember, men, other men are watching you, and when they
gossip with their friends they will report on your performance.Ó
Tom kicked off his shoes and stood. He had a frown on his face. Yet,
I sensed, he was too hard and erect in his loins to refuse anything now,
even this new intrusion. And Robin? I looked to him. I think we all did.
(Though, I confess, I didnÕt know whether I wished him to say ÔyeaÕ or
Ônay.Õ It was wicked, being watched, but exciting too. Some couples
photograph their doings, and share the photos with friends, or even take
films of themselves.)
ÒAlright,Ó Robin said. ÒBut if you have any other relations, tell them
to butt out. I donÕt intend to become a porn star.Ó
ÒOf course not, dear,Ó Petra agreed. She sidled up next to him and
let her fingers caress his penis, making me jealous. ÒOf course not.Ó
I heard footsteps. They sounded small, like some little creature
slipping into the house from outdoors. And then, turning again to the door
of the bathroom, my eyes widened in astonishment.
A girl stood in the doorway, between the maid and her cousins. She
was no more than eight. She had long legs (some might call them Ôspindly,Õ
though that would be cruel). Her hips were narrow, yet with just a slight
flare to them, promising greater amplitude as her body matured. Upon her
chest her nipples were already rising, twin bee-stung buds of pleasure.
Her lips were puffy and full, as if made for kissing. They were pink and
matched the pinkness of her nipples. Above her lips she had a button nose
and above that, great blue eyes. Her hair was blonde and matted from
sleeping. It fell in long, curly strands down almost to her waist. Cloaked
within her long mane of hair was a pair of diminutive shoulders. She
looked so thin-shouldered I feared she might snap in two if she moved.
Yet, just then, she did move, lifting a hand to brush back her long, unkempt
(but lovely!) blonde hair.
Panties ringed the girlÕs hips. They were cotton, and white, with
teddy bears and hearts printed upon them. ChildrenÕs underwear. She was
quite a few years shy of satin panties and lacy thongs. Her belly button
was an innie and graced her slim tummy. Her feet were bare. Despite the
fact that I guessed she must live here, with the maid, her skin was white,
as if her aunt kept her indoors, to protect her lovely white skin from the
sun.
ÒAh yes, this is Bow,Ó Petra said. She was still stroking RobinÕs
cock with one hand, but lifted the other, waving it at the small girl, as if
making introductions at a debutanteÕs ball. ÒHer real nameÕs Bianca, but
her father, whoÕs since passed away, named her ÔBow,Õ because he wished
to teach her to be an archer, like he was. He was a bullfighter too, but
smoking got him, not the horns of any bull. Yet archery was his second
love and, I daresay, men, little Bow here is quite the cupid, with her
arrows, and if you become disobedient she is the one to watch out for, as I
might have her fetch her arrows and shoot them at you.Ó With two fingers
Petra compressed RobinÕs cock, right in the middle of his long stem, until
Robin let out a small gasp of annoyance.
ÒSure, IÕll bet she could shoot an arrow right up my ass, couldnÕt
she?Ó Tom asked, in a mocking voice, looking upon the small blonde child
with a conqueroring raceÕs contempt in his eyes.
ÒYes, she could, IÕm quite sure of it. So be sure to ask my
permission before you leave my estate. Especially if you intend to do it
bare-bottomed,Ó Petra said. Still holding RobinÕs cock, she reached for
TomÕs, and caught it, applying the same two-fingered pressure to the
middle of his long shaft as she was currently applying to Robin.
ÒWhy donÕt you whack me off while youÕre holding me?Ó Tom asked.
ÒOh no, dear. You must hold in your seed all night, IÕm afraid,Ó Petra
said. ÒDid you think I invited you here just to give you the leisure of
spending? Hardly. You can spend -- I have no doubt of that. What I want
to know is how long you can hold it.Ó
Tom glanced anxiously at Ginger. But his girlfriend only smiled back
at him. No doubt sheÕd endured long nights under him, being plumbed by his
cock. Tonight, it seemed, there would be a twist to their lovemaking, and
she seemed to relish seeing him tormented a little.
ÒBut girls,Ó Petra said, just as I, too, was looking forward to the
events of the evening. ÒYou will not be spared. Your punishments will be
different, but just as dire. Are you conscious of your bottoms, hmmm? By
morning you will be. YouÕll think about them all day, tomorrow. But first
we shall enjoy ourselves, donÕt worry. I do not propose to make the night
entirely unpleasant.Ó
I felt like an explorer, on the edge of an uncharted continent. What
did Petra have planned for us? I couldnÕt begin to guess. Something
awful, I feared, yet I was too curious, and too damp between my legs, to
turn away now. I drew close to Bethany and clasped her hand. SheÕd been
unusually quiet, ever since little Bow had wandered into our presence. I
think the littler girl made Bethany want to seem more mature. She might
have complained, on another night, about the wicked things Petra had
planned for us, but now, seeing little wide-eyed Bow, she wished, I
suppose, to not be a little girl in her manners.
ÒTake off your panties, Bow,Ó Petra said to the girl. She left the
men and walked briskly over to the girl. She bent down. She caught at the
edge of the girlÕs hip and yanked down her small underpants. Bow gave a
shriek. But she lifted her hands to her mouth, instead of protecting her
loins, and her panties were drawn rapidly down her legs.
ÒWeÕre going to party, dear. You wonÕt need your panties tonight,Ó
Petra explained. I thought it rather an inadequate explanation. Surely an
8-year-old girl did not have to give up her panties to attend a party? Yet
Petra pulled off the girlÕs panties, leaving her hairless muffin exposed. I
wanted to run and cover it with my hand.
ÒWhy is she so blonde?Ó Tom asked. He seemed to feel a need to
speak, perhaps to reprove the girl for being present, for his cock was quite
rigid. I suppose he feared being a pervert, seeing the girl without her
panties on.
ÒHer mother was an actress from Los Angeles, though her father was
a bullfighter,Ó Petra explained. ÒSo she has her motherÕs looks, I suppose.
But her aunt, my maid Verona, here, fears the girl may turn brownskinned,
and keeps her out of the sun as a result. She wishes for her to go to
America someday, and become an actress. Is that not right, Verona?Ó
Petra inquired. Languidly she passed her hands through the small girlÕs
blonde hair.
ÒYes, she is half Mexican, half Anglo, but not Incan. So I keep her
from the sun, my little white girl. Someday she will be Marilyn Monroe,Ó
Verona replied.
Bow, future star of the silver screen, squirmed a little under PetraÕs
fingers. She looked up at Petra with wide eyes. ÒMay I go to the
bathroom?Ó she asked in a high, squeaky voice. Her hands clasped her
hairless dell. Petra looked down at the girl, smiled. She had just awoken.
Hustled from her bed, she hadnÕt been given a chance to visit the bathroom.
ÒYes, dear,Ó Petra said. The girl skipped from her grasp. ÒMake way,
men, lest you intend to be pedophiles,Ó Petra said. Tom and Robin still
stood near the toilet, which theyÕd used to sit upon to untie their shoes.
Now, seeing little Bow approaching, they both darted away from it, from
her, like timid soldiers making way for an empress. Bow reached the big
commode and lifted herself up onto it. Then, sitting primly, her feet
dangling and kicking back and forth aimlessly, she released her pee into
the bowl.
PISSSSS! sounded in the bathroom, as the girl, daintily as she could,
peed in front of all of us. Tom looked at Robin. I saw him swallow. Did he
fear falling in love with this little waif? She looked up at the men on
either side of her. Her eyelashes fluttered, as if flirtateously, though,
indeed, on such a small child it may merely have been an innocent gesture,
perhaps an attempt to blink the sleep from her eyes. The menÕs penises
stood out stiffly, as if they were truncheons, used to guard a queen and
keep her from harm. No doubt, if any other men had entered, other than
those already present, both Tom and Robin would have leapt to protect
little Bow from the interloperÕs eyes. Such a small girl should not be seen
like this, sitting nude on the potty, squirting pee from her lovelips. Yet it
was too late for Robin and Tom themselves to avert their eyes, and so we
all looked at her, and she at us, we as nude as she, though hopefully her
thoughts were more innocent than ours. BowÕs panties, removed from her
legs, lay at the door of the bathroom. Verona bent and picked them up,
folded them neatly, pocketed them in an apron she wore around her waist.
Apparently she didnÕt mind letting her little actress be used in this way,
as a spectacle to taunt the men.
Petra let Bow finish her peeing. ÒDonÕt forget to wipe,Ó she advised
the girl. ÒUnless, that is, one of you men would like to do it for her?Ó As
she spoke she walked to a mirrored cabinet over the bathroomÕs broad
sink.
ÒNo,Ó Tom said.
ÒNot me,Ó Robin agreed.
ÒOh, you men are such sissies,Ó Petra scolded. ÒAre you afraid of
her? SheÕs just a little girl.Ó
ÒThatÕs the problem,Ó Tom said.
ÒWe really shouldnÕt be looking at her,Ó Robin agreed.
ÒOh, really?Ó Petra said. She opened the bathroom cabinet. ÒDo you
men plan to go through your whole lives, without ever seeing your own
kind, in the nude? You see nude puppies, and kittens, and lambs. Yet you
may never see your own kind, at a young age, like little Bow here, in the
nude?Ó Petra asked rhetorically. I think she didnÕt expect an answer. The
men gave none, blushing instead. Their cocks wiggled in front of them,
like lightning rods waiting for sparks. Little Bow, looking up at both men
expectantly, finally unrolled some toilet paper from the roll next to the
toilet and wiped herself.
Petra took a tube of toothpaste from the bathroom cabinet. ÒGirls,Ó
she said. ÒAs you can see here, IÕve got some Close-Up toothpaste.
Classic Red Gel. The perfect color to match your nipples. WeÕre going to
put this on our nipples, to show that weÕre not afraid of a little pain. It
will sting a little, and burn, but thatÕs okay, because we want to show
that weÕre willing to explore new territory tonight, in the nude, even if it
might hurt a little.Ó Boldly Petra squirted a glob of Close-Up onto the tip
of her long-nailed finger. She touched it to her own nipple.
ÒHere, let me,Ó Ginger said. She rushed up to Petra and took the tube
from her. I looked at Bethany. I had not expected Ginger to give in so
easily. Was she feeling excited? I knew I was, but not for anything that
might hurt!
ÒI donÕt need toothpaste on my nipples,Ó Bethany said. If Petra heard
her, she did not answer, for Ginger was busily applying the translucent gel
to her nipples. It made them shiny. When Ginger finished, Petra took the
tube from her. She did GingerÕs nipples for her. The effect, I saw, of the
toothpaste must be delayed, for neither woman showed any signs yet of
feeling the least bit of pain.
ÒBethany, youÕre next. And you too, Lisa,Ó Petra called.
ÒOh, let me do her!Ó Bow piped up. She hopped down from the toilet
and gazed happily at Bethany.
ÒNo,Ó Bethany said. But Petra and Ginger came for me, drew me into
their arms, leaving Bethany bereft. The women kissed me quickly, tickled
my tummy with their fingers, making me giggle. One of them, IÕm not sure
which, touched my slit. Then, the toothpaste tube was raised to my tits. I
watched as they squirted it on the tips of my bosoms.
ÒOoooh. Mine are starting to sting,Ó Petra admitted as she rubbed
the red gel onto my nipples.
ÒMmmm. Yes,Ó Ginger agreed. She bit her upper lip.
ÒYeek!Ó Bethany called out, behind us. I turned. To my surprise, my
horror, little Bow was kissing BethanyÕs nipples. Her mouth came up just
to the level of BethanyÕs boobs, if she stood on tip-toe, and she fondled
the girlÕs breasts as if she might be a baby looking for nourishment.
Bethany, usually looking quite babyish herself, suddenly struck me as
having the appearance of a mother.
ÒBow!Ó I cried. I wished to reprove the little nymph. She was only
eight. She should not be playing such games, even with Bethany.
ÒTell her to stop sucking my tits,Ó Bethany told me. She looked at
me, exasperation in her eyes. I think, at 12, she didnÕt have the heart to
slap the girl, as she might have, if she were a year or two younger.
Instead, rather beleagered, she stood trying to push the girl back from
herself, but feebly, for the little blondeÕs tongue must have been a source
of delicious pleasure as it lapped at her tits. We were all excited, our
cunnies thrumming. I wished to push Petra and Ginger away, but couldnÕt,
for their fingering of my pointy teats, after so much flirting, was
welcome.
ÒAh, let Bow have the toothpaste now,Ó Ginger said to Petra.
Together the women released me. I was left with my tits smeared with
gel. I trembled, knowing my nipples would start burning any minute.
Together the two women, their hips swaying wantonly, their bottoms bare,
walked over to little Bow and handed her the Close-Up.
ÒYes, your titties must be put to the test toooooo,Ó Bow smiled at
Bethany. I think Bethany was not wishing to be left out now, seeing weÕd
all succumbed, and so she let little Bow squirt Close-Up on her nipples.
ÒOoooh, will it hurt?Ó Bethany asked, watching as Bow rubbed the
toothpaste across her warm areolas.
ÒYes, some,Ó Ginger said. She suppressed a wince as her own nipples
felt the sting of the gel as it sank into them.
ÒItÕs supposed to,Ó Petra said. ÒWill you want some on your nipples
tonight, Bow?Ó
ÒOh, IÕve never dared to,Ó Bow said, finishing up with BethanyÕs
breasts. Her fingers were nimble, quick. She stuck a dollop of toothpaste
in BethanyÕs bellybutton.
ÒYeek! Not there!Ó Bethany said. She wanted no more of the awful
gel than the rest of us had on ourselves.
ÒYes! And in your pussy too!Ó Bow cried. She tried to stick her
finger into BethanyÕs slit.
ÒNo, that would be cruel,Ó Petra advised the small girl. ÒStand still,
dear. ItÕs time you had some on your own titties if youÕre so eager to rub
it all over everyone else.Ó
ÒOhhh, IÕm not sure about that,Ó Bow said. But she let Petra take the
toothpaste from her. Then, she stood very still, quite obediently, I
thought, considering she was only eight. Perhaps she thought going
through all this was necessary for her to become an actress someday.
ÒIÕm going to be Marilyn Manson when I grow up,Ó Bow told me. Petra
smeared toothpaste over her small little nipples, turning their pink to
cherry red.
ÒNot Marilyn Manson, dear. Marilyn Monroe,Ó Petra said to the girl.
ÒI donÕt want to be Marilyn Monroe. I want to be Marilyn Manson.
HeÕs scary. All my friends like watching his videos,Ó Bow replied.
ÒThere,Ó Petra said. ÒNow youÕve got toothpaste on your nipples,
just like we do. It will hurt a little, so you can wash yours off if you need
to.Ó
ÒNo. I want to be just like you,Ó Bow replied bravely.
ÒWell,Ó Petra said, blushing. ÒNot exactly like us, dear. WeÕre all
going to get cocks up us before the night is through, but youÕll just have to
watch that part, okay?Ó
ÒNo! JUST like you!Ó Bow said. She darted away, and ran to Robin,
and clutched at his big penis before he could pull it back from her grasp.
Bow looked up at Robin with her big, innocent eyes. ÒPut your thing
in me!Ó Bow commanded.
ÒNo way!Ó Robin answered. ÒIÕd split you open, anyway. You wouldnÕt
want that.Ó
ÒI want this. Going right up me,Ó Bow said. She shook RobinÕs penis,
up and down, as she might shake a manÕs hand if she met him out in the
street.
ÒBow! DonÕt be naughty! YouÕre only eight years old!Ó Petra scolded
the girl. She walked up behind the girl and, bending, gave her small bottom
a quick slap.
ÒYeeowch!Ó Bow cried. Her hands let go of RobinÕs dick and flew to
her slapped behind.
ÒYouÕll have more men than you can handle in just a few years, my
dear, but right now I want you to try just a little to be good and behave,
alright?Ó Petra told the girl.
Bow rubbed her bottom.
ÒOkay,Ó she said. A tear formed in her eye, ran down her cheek.
Petra wiped it away. ÒNow go stand with your auntie. God my nipples
hurt! Go stand over there with her. WeÕve one more thing to do before we
can go enjoy ourselves in the living room.Ó
Bow wandered back to her aunt, the maid, whom I wished would
whisk her back to bed, but instead only stroked her blonde moppetÕs head,
plying her long blonde hair with her fingers, as if to comb it that way. It
did need brushing. She looked like a little sleepy-head, roused from bed to
play wicked games, games that were far too grown up for her little body.
ÒMen, IÕm going to grant you a little reprieve,Ó Petra said to Robin
and Tom. She went to the bathroom cabinet again. This time she took
from it a tube of lipstick. She took off the top of the tube. She walked
over to me and placed it into my hands. I saw it wasnÕt lipstick, but
ÒNatural Ice.Ó It was the original flavor, with spearmint leaves painted
on the tube. IÕd used it once on my lips, to keep them from getting
chapped. But IÕd used the cherry flavor. I hadnÕt used this one.
ÒThis will ease the tension in the menÕs penises,Ó Petra told me. I
winced a little as I listened, for my nipples were stinging. I wondered if
sheÕd let me put some of this soothing lip balm on my tits. But, looking
into her big, sadistic brown eyes, I knew she wouldnÕt. ÒIt will make them
a little chilly, and will make them burn, just a little. But mostly it will
be a relief to them, having this soothing balm rubbed all over their dicks
and their balls. Get to work, Lisa! You will do TomÕs boner, and Ginger
will do RobinÕs, so that the opportunity we have to explore new things
tonight isnÕt wasted on old loves.Ó
I glanced at Robin. He seemed not to mind her suggestion. Then I
looked at Ginger. She only bit her lip. Her nipples were stinging, as mine
were. So I hurried up to Tom. I wished to get us through this, quickly, for
my nipples hurt too much now for me to enjoy the lingering Petra seemed
so fond of. But as I approached Tom, with my little lipstick tube clutched
in my fingers, I saw I had a big job ahead of me. His cock was enormous,
no bigger than RobinÕs, surely, but still, quite a big sausage-type thing,
and my little tube of Natural Ice would need many strokes back and forth
to cover him in the soothing balm. His balls, suspended between his legs,
were another big job too. I wondered if there was enough lip balm in this
small tube for the job I had ahead of me. I hoped there was, and guessed
Petra would find another tube for me if this one was insufficient.
ÒHi,Ó I said to Tom. I flushed, looking at him, then at his dick, the
object of my mission. He did not smile. Instead he gave me the look heÕd
given the Incan maid, the look of a conqueror, gazing down on a conquered
subject. Timidly I dropped to my knees. I felt it was necessary, to spread
the balm over his penis properly. My knees hurt a little as they banged
against the tiled floor. TomÕs penis jabbed into my face. I gasped. I had
not known he was THAT big. I was close-up to him now, my breath teasing
his erection whenever I exhaled. Was he bigger than Robin? I feared he
might be, after all. I lifted my hands, holding the lip balm between them.
I screwed up the bottom, forcing the stick of balm to extrude out of the
casing.
I touched him. Not with my fingers, but with the tip of the balm. I
heard him sigh. His big knockwurst of a penis wobbled away, I had to
catch at it with my fingers and hold it. It was like holding a live snake.
Then I touched him with the balm again. I stroked it along his big, meaty
shaft. He breathed, I felt my own breath caught in my throat.
Up the shaft I came now. I glanced at Robin. He was watching
intently, his own dick bereft, untouched. No doubt he ached for the
pleasurable attention I was giving his rival. Down the big shaft I went,
again, stroking along TomÕs penis as a small girl might stroke back and
forth on a chalkboard with her small chalk. Up again, down. The big purple
crown of his penis waited, tensely, for me to coat it, when at last I
finished his shaft. A dollop of cum oozed from his pee slit. I tried not to
notice. It would, I knew, fall upon my breasts in a moment. I could do
nothing. My job was to keep applying the balm until he was thoroughly
coated. I prayed he did not spend the whole load of my seed on me as I
worked.
At last I finished his shaft. I touched the balm next to his crown. I
kept having to screw up the bottom of the balmÕs casing, for his big cock
was quite a large surface for the little stick of balm to cover.
The pre cum fell from his dick. It dropped onto my right breast. I
wished it had hit my nipples, for they were burning horribly, making me
wince. My breasts, nude and free, wiggled in the air, the tips on fire from
the Close-Up. It felt as if they were reproving me for ever letting them
out of their bra.
I felt TomÕs slimy pre-cum roll down my right bosom. At last it
reached the tip of my breast and I sighed. Perhaps his sperm would wash
away some of the toothpaste. I prayed it would. I could barely stand it on
my nipples now.
ÒMmmmf,Ó Tom breathed. I suspected he was beginning to feel the
chill from the lip balm. His penis was beginning to freeze, my teats were
on fire. What a pair we made! Yet I rubbed the ÒNatural IceÓ all the more
vigorously on the crown of his penis, even passing it over his pee hole, as
if to punish him for what had happened to my breasts.
Next I was faced with the task of doing TomÕs balls. I extruded more
ÒNatural IceÓ from the tube. I hoped it would hold out. I wanted to finish
this. If I had to ask Petra for more, who knew what new wickedness she
might choose to add to my task?
I cupped TomÕs balls. They were big, heavy with a weekÕs worth of
sperm. I touched the ÒNatural IceÓ to them and began working. How his
balls rolled in my hands! It was like trying to grease a seal, rubbing the
stiff lip balm all over his roly-poly sac. The testicals in his sac would
move first one way, then another. I followed them, best as I could,
rubbing them through the skin of his sac. I rubbed the balm underneath his
balls, and round behind them, and in front of them. At last I felt I was
finished and I stood up.
ÒThanks for not shooting in my face,Ó I said to Tom. I was truly
grateful. I would have looked absolutely ridiculous, with a faceful of
sperm, in front of Verona and her nephews and little curious Bow.
ÒSure,Ó Tom said. He gritted his teeth, sighed. I wondered how
close IÕd brought him to spending. He was erect as a mule in heat, with a
cock the size of a muleÕs, and pre-cum oozed anew from his peehole.
ÒNow give the stick to Ginger,Ó Petra told me. I felt GingerÕs hip
bump warmly to mine. I turned. She was waiting, her palm upturned.
ÒI donÕt think thereÕs enough left for the two of them,Ó I told her.
ÒIÕll use this one up,Ó she said. She seemed to like using a stick that
had already been used on her husband. She turned, though, as she took the
balm from me. ÒDo you have more?Ó she asked Petra. ÒLisa thinks this
oneÕs almost used up.Ó
ÒYes, of course, dear. But apply whatÕs left first,Ó Petra replied.
She looked at Tom. ÒYou do not have any sexual diseases?Ó
ÒNo -- of course not,Ó Tom replied.
ÒWhoa. How do I know that?Ó Robin asked.
ÒRobin, come here,Ó Petra said. She crooked her finger at him.
Robin, walking awkwardly, for his cock was quite stiff, trooped up to
Petra. She put her hand behind him and clasped his buns. She drew him
close, then past herself, until the tip of his penis butted against TomÕs.
ÒThatÕs it. Share your seed,Ó Petra told the men. ÒWeÕre all going to be
getting to know each other quite well tonight, and tomorrow too, I
imagine. LetÕs get over any needless inhibitions we have right now. I
suspect none of us would have agreed to this if we harbored some illness,
hmmm?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Robin said.
ÒUnhh,Ó Tom answered. His penis was, by now, I was sure, feeling
the deep chill of the lip balm, all along his quivering shaft, and upon his
balls too.
ÒThatÕs it, wiggle your penises together, let the tips rub,Ó Petra
advised the men. She held both of them by their bottoms now, and made
them joggle the crowns of their cocks against each other until pre-cum
from both had surely intruded into the otherÕs urethral hole.
ÒVery good. And as for ourselves, ladies, we must be equally
adventurous,Ó Petra said to myself and Ginger. ÒPut a finger up your
snatch. YouÕre wet enough for that, arenÕt you? ThatÕs it. Right up,
Ginger, Lisa.Ó I obeyed, following her example, for Petra slid a finger into
herself, teaching us. Then she drew it out. It was wet with her juices.
She advanced upon me and, spreading her own thighs, that I might finger-
fuck her in turn, she jabbed her wet finger into my slit.
ÒOooh!Ó I cried. Simultaneously I sinfully stuck my own finger into
her twat.
ÒAh!Ó Petra said. Quickly we rubbed each otherÕs insides with our
juiced fingers. Then Petra slid her finger from me, turned to Ginger. She
did Ginger, Ginger did her. Then I and Ginger, wincing at the intrusion,
shared a quick finger fuck with each other.
ÒThere. ThatÕs done now,Ó Petra said. ÒWeÕve no more inhibitions
about that. ÒNow, Ginger, itÕs your turn to ice up LisaÕs boyfriend. Go to
it, for Tom, I see, is already suffering under the balm Lisa smeared all
over him.Ó
ÒOooh! EEEE! Ooooh! EEEEE!Ó A small girlÕs cries reached my ears. I
turned. To my utter surprise, I saw Bethany on her knees, tonguing BowÕs
nipples.
ÒBow! Bethany! What are you two doing?Ó Petra asked, alarmed.
ÒIÕm washing off my nipples, just like you said I could,Ó Bow replied.
And, indeed, as she sighed and screamed, BethanyÕs quick little tongue
licked upon her breast buds.
ÒOh, those silly girls,Ó Petra sighed. ÒI suppose Bethany will have
her nipples licked next, by Bow, but I canÕt intervene every time those
little girls decide to get into some mischief. As for us, though, we are a
foursome, and I intend for us to show unflinching resolve. Get to work,
Ginger!Ó Petra came to my side, took my hand, and with a quick glance at
my nipples, assured me thereÕd be no relief for them. We stood, side by
side, and let our nipples burn as we watched Ginger drop to her knees in
front of my boyfriend. It was awful, but at least the agonized sighs of
Tom kept me a little sane, knowing he was feeling a teasing, burning chill
all along his member. Behind us Bow and Bethany continued their own
naughtiness.
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