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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PUSSY PALS
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Chapter One
It was my first adult party. I was only 14, but I felt ready for it. My
bosoms had grown to the point that they distressed my mother. Men I
passed on the street, of course, were delighted. Despite the youthfulness
of my face they seemed to take the size of my breasts as an invitation to
pleasure. They would watch me openly as I walked by, past an outdoor
cafe or a gym or a construction site. It did no good staring back at them,
like IÕd done with perverts when I was a little girl. Now, at 14, staring
only enhanced the invitation my breasts were offering. And try as I might
to control the wiggling of my hips it seemed I couldnÕt anymore. They
seemed to have delveloped a mind of their own. I walked, they wiggled.
Simple as that. So finally I gave in to the thought of meeting men, real
men, not my teacher or the principal at my school, or my dadÕs golfing
buddies.
Jewel was 19 and lived next door to me. It was her real name,
Jewel, because her parents had been hippies and wanted to give her a
creative name, not some ordinary Judeo-Christian name out of the Bible.
With a name like that, of course, sheÕd had no trouble meeting guys, even
over the phone. SheÕd married a few months back. I liked her husband. He
was cute. But since Jewel was my best friend I always pushed away any
thoughts that came into my mind of seducing her husband. Yet he was
friendly to me, and I enjoyed talking to him. What I didnÕt know was that,
despite his good manners and his gentlemanly reserve, he had a lust for me
he wasnÕt afraid to share with his wife. I learned later that he bugged her
so much about including me in their lovemaking that Jewel, if only to save
her marriage, finally agreed. But it would have to take place at a party,
she said, and he, being much more devious than I could have imagined,
arranged that it would be at a sex and bondage party.
So Jewel induced to have me come to a party with herself and her
husband. She even bought me a dress, because I only got an allowance and
was still too young to work. She put it on me the day of the party. It was
a Friday afternoon. My parents would be away for the weekend and they
had asked Jewel to look after me. As I slithered into the dress (there was
no other way, it was so tight), and Jewel yanked on it to get it down over
me, I knew my mom and dad might find a different girl when they got back.
I wasnÕt quite a virgin. IÕd let my boyfriend fuck me twice. Then we
broke up. I was without a boyfriend at the moment. Earlier, when IÕd been
younger, IÕd had an uncle living in the city. He liked taking photos of me.
First in my swimsuit, then later, in my bedroom, in the nude. Once, when I
was posing for him on my bed, hugging a big teddy bear heÕd bought for me,
I started giggling. I felt really silly sticking my bottom up at his camera
and he warned me heÕd have to spank me if I didnÕt stop. Well, I lost the
giggles, hearing that. But for some reason I liked seeing him angry, and so
even though I didnÕt feel like giggling any more, and stopped for a moment,
I began giggling again, but this time fake giggling, just to make him mad.
And so he sat down on my bed and put me over his knee and spanked my
bare bottom.
I never forgot that. It hurt. But, wiggling over his knees, feeling his
hard hand come slamming down on my totally bare ass also left me feeling
thrilled. IÕd never felt so naughty in my life, sticking my bottom up at his
camera. After he was done spanking me, I posed some more for him with
my bottom all red. I never felt so good, doing that. I was very, very
obedient and did just as he asked. We never did it again, though. Perhaps
he felt guilty about it. When I told Jewel about my experience, years
later, she said her boyfriend was eager to spank her, with more than his
hand, but she hadnÕt let him. This surprised me. I didnÕt know you could
get spanked with something other than a hand. IÕd wanted to ask her about
this but her boyfriend had come home at just that moment, and my mom
had called me home for dinner. The next day, wouldnÕt you know, I forgot
all about it, because thatÕs when I met the boyfriend who eventually got
me into his bed. Even though I forgot, however, Jewel didnÕt. Her husband
was dying to play bondage games with her. She wouldnÕt let him, though,
and kept him happy enough otherwise that his wickedest plans were left
unfulfilled. But when his impatience grew and she finally gave in,
agreeing to the sex and bondage party, Jewel decided she needed someone
to share her fate. Me. So sheÕd kill two birds with one stone, letting her
husband fuck me, and having someone along who would share her
experiences in bondage with her.
I was, fortunately I suppose, ignorant of the totality of their plans.
As Jewel pulled my dress down over my figure, the afternoon sun shining
through the window, illuminating us both like angels, she knew more than
I but her husband knew most, laying evil plans for the both of us that she,
and especially poor hapless me, couldnÕt even have dreamed of.
ÒThere, you look delicious!Ó Jewel said to me. She tossed back her
long mane of brown hair. She was nude. Our casual clothes lay discarded
on the bed she and her husband shared.
I looked at myself in a mirror. A slinky white dress encased me
from my chest right down to my toes. It crossed underneath my neck,
leaving it bare, then crossed over the edges of my small shoulders. Where
it crossed my shoulders it reduced itself to a mere strap, hanging the
dress from my shoulders. After passing over my shoulders the straps
wound down under my arms and reconnected to my dress in front. They
reattached themselves a few inches under my breasts. My dress had no
sleeves and it had no sides to it either. The back was totally bare, right
down to my waist. I was only covered in front, and then rather tenuously.
The straps looped up over my shoulders and then down under my arms,
connecting again to my dress in front, but they attached themselves below
my breasts. The dress designer had deliberately cut the front of my dress
as narrowly as he could. The effect of this was that, even though I was
covered in front, by the draping of my dress, the sides of my bosoms were
exposed. So exposed, in fact, that when I laughed, looking at myself, one
of my nipples popped out. I reached up, shocked, and pushed my large
bosom back underneath the front of my dress.
ÒYouÕll have to be careful not to let men tell you jokes,Ó Jewel said.
ÒJewel!Ó I gasped. ÒThis is awful. I canÕt possibly wear a dress as
daring as this.Ó
Jewel walked up to me and put her hands on my small, bare
shoulders. She kissed my cheek. I felt suddenly like her daughter, except
the intimacy I felt, standing with her, was much too deep for a mother and
daughter to share.
ÒItÕs your first party dress, and your first real party,Ó Jewel
whispered to me. ÒEnjoy it. You know there will be a little mischief
before the night is out, hmmm?Ó
I blushed. ÒI-I guess so,Ó I replied.
ÒYou donÕt have to participate, of course, if you donÕt wish to,Ó
Jewel said. ÒBut at least show a little. If a nipple pops out, simply laugh
and repair your dress. Let the men admire you. It will be a private party.
Tell them your age and half of them, IÕll bet, will be afraid to even touch
you.Ó
I looked at her. She had deep brown eyes that matched her luscious
mane of hair. ÒAre you going to, you know...?Ó I asked.
Jewel tossed her hair back. ÒWell, I will be there with my husband,
darling. We are married.Ó
ÒYes, I know,Ó I answered. I turned a little and looked at myself in
the mirror. My dress was long, but it was slit on both sides right up to my
waist. I could see the tan lines where my bikini panties usually crossed
my hips. They were bare now. If I bent forward, the front of my dress
dropped away from me. My bush could be seen if I turned a little toward
the mirror, with my dress hanging down away from me as I bent. Jewel
watched me bending and smiled. I stood up again. ÒWhat color panties
should I wear with my white dress?Ó I asked her.
ÒOh, none at all, please,Ó she said. ÒJust come as you are, with
those lovely heels on your feet. ThatÕs all youÕll need.Ó
ÒJewel!Ó I scolded. I was smiling and my face was flushed. My
nipples were standing up within my dress and I could see their points
protruding into the fabric. It was thin. I was wearing an elegant toga,
really, hung from my shoulders by the thinnest of straps. Except this
ÔtogaÕ dress left my back bare. And with its narrow front and its slitted
skirt, IÕd show everything, if I wasnÕt particularly careful.
Ted walked into the room. He was JewelÕs husband. He looked at me
and said, ÒExcellent! IÕve never seen a more perfect girl or a better
dress!Ó Well, that clinched it. After that, embarrassed as I was by the
dress, I couldnÕt take it off. Jewel dressed in a long skirt that touched her
toes in front but rose to almost leave her bottom uncovered in back. It had
ruffled folds in it, right the way around, in front as well as in back. Of
course she didnÕt wear any panties with it. It covered her top with a
bodice, but it was more sedate than mine, although, like me, she wore no
bra underneath it.
ÒWeÕre ready!Ó Jewel said, smiling. She gave me opera gloves and we
put them on, she and I both, and then she took my hand. WeÕd already done
each otherÕs makup in the nude. Off we went, Ted leading the way, him in
a suit and us freshly bathed and made up, but wearing dresses so sexy I
prayed weÕd have a private entrance to our private party. I didnÕt want
anyone to see me except the invited guests.
As it happened we had to disembark from TedÕs sports car at the
front of a hotel. He ushered us through the front lobby. Few people were
there except the valets and the desk clerk. They admired us, I can assure
you. Ted walked on my left, holding my hand as we crossed the lobby.
With my right hand, prettily gloved, I held the slit along the right side of
my skirt. I kept it closed as best I could to deprive anyone from seeing.
Jewel, having brought along a boa, wrapped it under her bottom.
Decorously she held its ends aloft in front. Her dress swished around her
and her boa cupped her bottom neatly. Prying eyes were kept from seeing
how short her dress really was in back, although there was a fine rear
view of her legs as we walked. We reached an elevator and Ted punched
the ÔupÕ button. When the elevator doors opened, I stepped gratefully
inside.
We were received warmly at the party. It was in suite on the top
floor of the hotel. A woman let us in. She knew Jewel, kissed her briefly,
took her boa. Jewel blushed. Without it her ass was just covered by the
dress. Any leaning forward, however slight, would raise the back of her
dress up enough to show the underside of her cheeks. Her legs were
beautifully tanned but I knew, from seeing her earlier, that her bottom
was white as newfallen snow. The men would lust to leave tracks in it.
I was introduced to the other guests. Jewel was too, for not all of
them knew her. With as little blushing as possible we chatted and grazed
on small bits of cheese and ham-laden crackers. Jewel showed her bottom
whenever she bent to ladle punch into her punch glass. I suffered under
the insufficiency of my dress. First IÕd lose one nipple, then later another,
then the other again, all the while doing my best not to. I flushed fiercely
the first time. The next time I handled it a little better. But each time IÕd
stop and repair my dress, for I didnÕt want to look like a slut, wandering
around at a party with her tits hanging out.
Fortunately the other women were dressed as salaciously as Jewel
and I were. The men, of course, wore suits. I noticed they all had fine
leather belts on their trousers. I wondered if those were what Jewel had
spoken of when she said there was more than a hand you could get spanked
with. I began to become entranced with the belts. Some were black and
some brown. All of them were polished and made, I found by inquiring,
from real animal skins. I got to talking to a guy with a belt made from an
alligator. He told me heÕd killed it himself, but I didnÕt believe him. He
was very handsome, though, and as he told his story I felt myself feeling
hotter and hotter. I imagined him having to tame me, instead of the
alligator, and cutting my flesh up to make more belts for himself.
ÒHave you ever pulled a train?Ó a woman asked, seeing how
entranced IÕd become talking to the man with the gator belt.
ÒHmmm? No,Ó I answered.
ÒWell itÕs time you learned,Ó she said. She had blonde hair that fell
in big curls down over her shoulders. She tossed back her curls. She
looked at the man with the gator belt.
ÒMay I?Ó he asked. His name was Brian. ThatÕs all I knew, not even
his last name. He put his hands on my shoulders. I felt him nudge the
straps there, which were already at the ends of my shoulders, because
thatÕs how the dress fitted.
I didnÕt say anything. I just stared into his eyes. They were blue as
the sky and seemed to pierce me. Suddenly I screamed. I felt my dress
fall from my shoulders. My breasts were revealed. They popped out and
shivered, stiff nippled. My back was already revealed and my dress caught
around my hips, refusing to fall down further. I heard Jewel laugh. A man,
not her husband, raised her dress in back. A woman knelt behind her and
kissed her bottom. I felt hands on my waist and realized they were the
blonde womanÕs hands. I felt her sharp fingernails against my skin. To
preserve my elegance I tossed back the long mane of my blonde hair. I
tried not to think of what lay ahead. I was scared, but I didnÕt want to
protest. As I waited, the woman with the big blonde curls unzipped my
dress in back and then it fell, quite shockingly, to my feet. I was left
standing naked before the man with the alligator belt. He unbuckled it.
ÒCome, you must pull the train,Ó the woman with the blonde curls
told me. Later I learned her name was Elaine. She took my hand. She
walked me over to a soft mat that two men were spreading out on the
floor. It was large. It looked to be made of soft chamois. Naked, I was
induced to sit down on the chamois. I felt a soft down beneath me. I
stroked the chamois. They made me scoot back so that I was at the far
end of the mat. Then the blonde knelt in front of me. Without saying a
word, as if no permission were necessary here, she opened my legs. I
shrieked as I saw her bend down, pressing her face floorward until it
connected with my muff. Her tongue intruded into my virginal cunny.
ÒJewel!Ó I cried. I twisted my head about, found her, but she was
walking toward the blonde. She smiled at me. It was a disciplining smile,
however, as if warning me to be good and not spoil their fun. The woman
who had kissed her bottom so openly was standing beside her, holding her
hand. I think I would have jumped up, feeling that awful tongue of the
woman with the blonde curls invading my nest, but Ted appeared. He stood
over me and looked down at me expectantly. As his eyes met mine, I felt a
jolt within myself. The womanÕs intrusive tongue brought drops of
honeyed wetness to life within me. Staring at Ted, who I secretly liked
very much, I couldnÕt get up.
ÒPull the train,Ó Ted said to me firmly. I flung my head back and let
the womanÕs tongue invade me more deeply. I sensed Jewel bending down,
and the woman whoÕd kissed her bottom getting down behind her. When I
had the courage to lift my eyes, I saw all three of them, lined up like the
cars of a train! Jewel was sucking within the blonde womanÕs ass and the
woman whoÕd kissed her hiney was behind her, tonguing her bottom. I was
the engine, pulling the whole line of them with my hungry little pussy.
I spasmed within myself. I felt wet in the folds of my cunt. I
wished the blonde woman would remove her tongue from me. Yet it was
tantalizing, having her there. IÕd never been licked by a woman before!
She drove her tongue into me avidly, as if it were a penis, not a tongue. I
was forced to lean back and accept it. I could do nothing else. I tried
backing up, but Brian appeared, towering over me, and try as I might to
crawl backward away from the woman I couldnÕt, for my shoulders kept
bumping into BrianÕs legs.
ÒEnjoy it,Ó he breathed. He taunted me by letting his belt, which
heÕd removed from his pants, dangle down menacingly and flick at my
breasts. I gasped. The tongue of his belt lapped at my stiff nipples even
as the blonde womanÕs tongue invaded my cunt. My tummy was flat and
tense. My bottom rubbed on the chamois. I wished I could stand but I was
the Engine, pulling four hungry cunts in my wake, including my own.
The men laughed. They enjoyed the show. I heard them unzip
themselves. First one, then another. We would be more than ready for
them, I realized. I felt all juicy down below. I heard the blonde woman
sigh as JewelÕs tongue invaded her snatch from behind. Jewel, meanwhile,
let out a gasp of her own, for her cunny was no safer. The woman behind
her sucked at her clit through the folds of her cunt.
ÒNo! IÕm going to spend!Ó I cried. I didnÕt want to in front of all the
men. Yet suddenly I was seized with passionate tension and the next thing
I knew, I was over the edge. My cries filled the room as the blonde woman
gnawed at my slit with her mouth and stuck me so potently with her
tongue. I squeezed my eyes shut. I tried to think of other things. But
there was no getting away from that cursed tongue, and I came again, then
a third time. I heard Jewel crying out as her own pussy suffered an
orgasm. She was assailed from behind, and she tongued another, while I
squirmed on, unable to move forward but trying my best, banging
repeatedly with my head and shoulders against BrianÕs legs. He still wore
his trousers but his cock was out now. I felt his precum drip onto my
nose.
Heady as that sojourn into pleasure had been, I soon learned that it
was but a preliminary. A scenic tour, as it were, before the train began
its regularly scheduled run. With soft kisses and sighs the three females
kneeling beyond my snatch parted company. Each one of them sat up, shook
out her hair. They had wet noses and cheeks. All but me had a femaleÕs
juices on her lips. I had BrianÕs pre-cum staining mine.
A bottle of Chablis was opened. A glass was poured for each of us.
We sat, giggling, sipping our Chablis. I felt a little silly. I hadnÕt had
much wine before in my short life. All around us, gazing down with
admiration at us, were the men. Each was still impeccably dressed, but it
nonetheless looked like a convention of coat rack prongs. Ted, Brian, all
the men unabashedly stood with their flies open and their cocks presented
as they drank Chablis. My three companions in the train were still
dressed. Only I was naked. They sat with their skirts rucked up, ringing
their waists, showing their blonde muffs as they quietly drank their wine.
None of them had worn panties to the party. It was a very racy crowd.
Yet there were more women at the party, and these still retained
their gowns. They smiled, passed their hands friskily over the displayed
penis of the man standing nearest them. Since there were more men that
women standing up, there being, in total, about an equal number of each at
the party, some men, like Brian and Ted, found themselves with two
admiring females stroking their cocks. I felt jealous. I wondered if Jewel
did. I glanced at her. She had her wine glass pressed to her lips and tilted
back. She looked over the rim at me but her eyes had a quiet, accepting
look to them. She smiled shyly, said nothing. A man standing over her
dripped pre-cum, but it fell between her parted legs.
Now I was to learn the true nature of a bondage party. It is not like
a small, quiet orgy that someone might have with another couple in their
home. Here, people were complete strangers to one another. Not in every
case, but in many more than even I imagined at the time, sitting there.
People could be much rougher on a stranger than they could on a friend at
work or a loved one. Names were deliberately withheld here, except for
first names, and some of those were invented, I later learned.
The two women massaging BrianÕs cock now began to pinch it.
ÒOooh, does this hurt?Ó they asked him. They laughed. Their pinches
were hard. I watched in shocked surprise as they dug their nails into
BrianÕs shaft, taking liberties with him they wouldnÕt dare take with their
husbands. Brian winced. I could see they were hurting him but that was
the point of this party, I later learned, to let people have their way with
someone. As my eyes widened in fright and sympathy I saw little welts
appear on BrianÕs cock where the womenÕs nails had dug harshly into his
stiffly muscled prong. When their hands dropped to his balls, I almost
leaped up, I was so scared for him.
ÒGet his pants down,Ó one woman told the other. BrianÕs trousers
were undone and shoved down to his knees. He looked like a boy waiting to
urinate. His underpants were descended with his pants, leaving his balls
completely free. The women passed their sharp-nailed fingers under his
testes. Suavely, but with wicked eyes, they touched his big gonads and
rolled them on their fingertips. I saw him shiver. Gradually the pressure
of the womenÕs touch increased.
ÒDo you know what my favorite ballet is?Ó one woman asked the
other.
ÒNo, what?Ó the other replied with a knowing smile.
ÒThe nutcracker suite,Ó the first answered. She gave BrianÕs balls a
rough squeeze.
ÒMe too,Ó the other woman said. Her grip was no less merciless.
ÒAghgh!Ó Brian cried. He was full of cum and only the tautness of his
balls saved him. Perhaps it was a test, I thought. A man, like Brian, who
was bloated with sperm could be handled roughly without injury. But woe
to any man who had let his load lighten, fucking his wife earlier in the
day, or the night before. His balls, not strung up tight against his crotch
but dangling languidly beneath him, would have been hurt by such
treatment.
ÒYou will be tested also,Ó Brian said gruffly to the women. They
shivered. In honor of his passing their test they both bent down. They
kissed his dick. Then, with long liquid strokes, they tongued the whole
length of him. They did this repeatedly, caressing with their tongues that
which they had so rudely injured just minutes before.
Brian trembled. He had saved himself by being full of sperm. Yet
now he was threatened with such pleasurable sensations that his manhood
might spill at any moment! Could he be sure such wicked women as these
might not brutalize him again? And not only these two licking him. All of
the women, except the four of us sitting passively on the chamois, had
tested the various men in the room. IÕd heard one man shout. He zipped
himself up and left. HeÕd come unaccompanied, been let in on a whim. Now
he was gone, his balls a painful reminder of what liberties a roomful of
strange women might take with a man.
I suppose the other men must have all passed their tests, like Brian,
for now everyone began to undress. Even the three women sitting with me
on the mat got out of their clothes, helping each other, until there was
nothing but nude figures in the room, and discarded suits and party gowns
lying everywhere.
There was a knock on the door to the suite.
ÒAh, room service,Ó someone said. A woman ran to the door. She
opened it. A tuxedoed waiter came in. He must have been forewarned, for
he rolled in a cart with a blase look on his face, his eyes appropriately
lowered. Around him stood the nude partiers, women as well as men, all
in a state of obvious excitement. The women had stiffened nipples and the
men all sported erect cocks. The tray was labelled with desserts; pies
and cakes and two bowls of mixed fruit. There was a coffee urn, and small
china cups stacked next to it.
ÒEnjoy, madam,Ó the waiter said politely.
ÒThanks, Enrique,Ó the woman replied. She leaned up against him and
pecked him on the cheek. He made no movement, simply accepted the kiss.
ÒIf a doctor is needed, please do not hesitate to call,Ó Enrique told
the woman.
ÒYes,Ó she answered simply. Then he turned and strode from the
room. He closed the door to the hotel suite himself.
Although everyone was obviously ready for sex, no one could resist
all the gooey treats on the tray. I got up from the chamois mat, as did
Jewel, Elaine, and the woman whoÕd stuck her tongue up JewelÕs cunt.
Everyone, including poor Brian with his injured cock, gathered around the
tray and helped themselves. I chose a slice of angel food cake and some
gooey nut brownies.
ÒIs your penis okay?Ó I asked Brian anxiously. I looked down at his
cock. It had small fingernail welts on it from the womenÕs hands. HeÕd
suffered no worse than the other males but I felt a special concern for
him. Perhaps it was because I still bore drips of his pre-cum on my nose
and lips.
ÒYeah, itÕs fine,Ó he replied. He took my brownie from my fingers.
He made me open my mouth and he insisted on feeding it to me. I gazed
into his eyes, he into mine. I snatched his piece of cake from his hands as
he made me eat my brownie. I fed him his cake. It was chocolate, topped
with a layer of cherries. ÒYou are young,Ó he said to me between bites of
his cake. He was perhaps ten years older than me.
ÒYes,Ó I answered.
ÒAre you...?Ó he asked hopefully. I shook my head Ôno.Õ Then,
munching on my brownie that he was force-feeding me, I added, ÒOnly in
my bottom.Ó
His eyes widened. A smile broke across his face. He said nothing,
letting me feed the cake to him, but I felt heÕd hidden away this fact, and
made some decision with regard to me. I tried not to dwell on it.
Whatever it was, I only hoped it meant he loved me. I was falling for him
more and more every second. If I had to surrender some part of myself at
this party, I hoped it would be to him. But I couldnÕt bear the thought of
being fucked up my ass and so, even though I might have arranged, if IÕd
been bold enough, to have him take my bottomholeÕs virginity, I didnÕt. I
let the moment pass. We fed each other and then, drawing me into his
arms, he kissed me on the lips. I opened my mouth to him and he to me.
Our tongues searched. We found crumbs inbetween each otherÕs teeth and
tasted that which weÕd fed to the other. It was not unpleasant. Our
mouths were sweet from the food.
Condoms were distributed. Being strangers, none could be sure of
the otherÕs status. The women were beautiful and the men sculpted like
statues, but that was no guarantee of freedom from pesky diseases. Some,
however, played it risky, and I surprised myself by being one of them.
ÒNo, donÕt,Ó I said to Brian as a woman gave him a condom. I wanted
his cock raw, as God meant it to be.
ÒBut you donÕt know me, nor I you,Ó he said. He broke open the
condom.
ÒI am not, I have no diseases,Ó I assured him.
ÒMe neither,Ó he said.
ÒThen let me have you as you are,Ó I said. For the first time, I let
my hand caress his beautiful stiff manhood. IÕd felt it pressed against my
tummy when weÕd kissed but now I handled it openly, all ten inches of it,
wondering at the length and only learning later, from Jewel, his exact
measurement. The whole thing was erect and on display. I could see it
was making him desperate. He was eager to spend.
Ted walked up to Brian. He was older than Brian and approached him
with the air of command that older people sometimes have. He had a
condom on his cock. Elaine had put it on him and she was holding his hand.
ÒBrian, you will be the engine this time,Ó Ted told him. He turned to
me. ÒYouÕre the coal car,Ó he said. I had no idea what he meant.
ÒCome, we must get on the mat,Ó Brian said. He took my hand.
Together we walked to the mat, kissing once as we walked. We stepped
onto the mat and prepared to kneel. ÒBlow me,Ó Brian said. ÒI donÕt know
whoÕs going to take you.Ó
ÒI am,Ó Ted said. I glanced back at him. My hair was in my eyes and
he reached out and brushed it away.
ÒDonÕt take her ass,Ó Brian said.
ÒOkay,Ó Ted answered. ÒI want her little cunt, anyway. IÕve been
dying to have it. You want first crack at her ass, for some reason?Ó Ted
asked.
ÒYes,Ó Brian answered. He did not say why. I guessed perhaps Ted
was the stronger, between the two, and he didnÕt want to risk a
confontation. Ted passed his hand beneath my bottom. Rudely he stuck his
finger into my tight-pressed cheeks. It bumped against my hidden hole.
ÒAre you cherry back here?Ó Ted laughed. I said nothing. He forced a
sharp squeal from me as his finger dug into my hiney.
ÒDonÕt,Ó I gasped.
ÒI want her ass,Ó Brian said again. His chest tensed. He had
relatively little hair on his chest but it was beautifully carved, like a
champion swimmerÕs. TedÕs had more hair but was not as precisely cut as
BrianÕs.
ÒI want her ass, I want her ass,Ó Ted mocked.
ÒBoys, donÕt fight,Ó Jewel said, approaching us. She gave me a smile.
ÒYou can all have her ass before the night is out.Ó I gulped.
ÒSheÕs a virgin in back,Ó Ted said to Jewel.
ÒLook! A virgin!Ó Elaine crowed. SheÕd walked up with Jewel,
holding hands with her. Now everyone gathered around me. I saw smiles
but I knew they held little meaning. I was reduced to an object suddenly,
and hands were placed upon me freely, as if I were something standing in a
store window. People felt around my bulging bottom cheeks. They
squeezed each cheek gently. Then, giving themselves permission, not
asking me, they pressed a finger between my clenching bottomhalves.
They stabbed at my little hole as if they were digging within it for
something. I cried out. It mattered not. My voice was ignored. There
were many and I was but one.
Others, thinking perhaps that I was virgin everywhere, snaked their
fingers between the lips of my cunny. Again the goal was to enter me and
I was forced to jerk and plead, but it made no difference. They pushed
rudely inside me and searched for evidence of a hymen. My breasts
bounced on my chest with my quiverings. My heavy bosoms had nippled
peaks to them and even these didnÕt escape their wanton hands. They
pinched at my teats and brought tears to my eyes. A womanÕs hand came
to my mouth, placed itself over my lips and stifled my cries.
At last I was let go. They left as easily as theyÕd come, having felt
me everywhere. I fell into BrianÕs arms. He kissed my cheeks. He
whispered to me not to feel ashamed. Then he made me kneel down. After
IÕd knelt he knelt too. Then he pushed me lower, until my mouth was level
with his cock and my ass was pushed high into the air.
Ted dropped to his knees behind me. With a flourish he removed the
condom covering his cock. He had wanted me all along but perhaps had let
Elaine cover him just for the fun of seeing her do it, of feeling her fingers
working the rubber over his penis. Now he was bare again. He was like
Brian in front of me. I wasnÕt worried. I knew Ted didnÕt have any
diseases. He was my neighbor. Yet, I wished he wasnÕt so bold about
taking me. I felt like a little doll, caught by two boys who wished only to
rape it. I wanted more kisses. I wanted to be told I was loved. Instead, I
was merely pressed at both ends by eager males with big, calloused hands.
ÒRemember, I want her ass,Ó Brian warned Ted. I felt my hiney-
cheeks so exposed, sticking up, and I wondered how many people were
watching us. Now I was not quite so virgin, IÕd had fingers poked into my
bottom, but I still required a male penis to take from me the innocence I
still possessed.
ÒYeah. Okay,Ó Ted said. He seemed not to want to fight about it. His
wife Jewel was nearby, making sure he behaved. He turned his head back.
ÒEveryone, get in line,Ó he called. ÒBrianÕs going to be the engine this
time, and little Lisa his conductor, or coal car, or whatever.Ó He was
clearly eager to enter me and didnÕt want to waste time over formalities.
I gave Brian the pleasure heÕd been waiting so long for. I placed my
lips upon his cock. I let his big knob protrude into my mouth. I gasped at
how big it felt. Then, closing my eyes, I let my saliva mingle with the
pre-cum that drooled into my mouth from his pee hole.
Behind me, Ted was less than a gentleman. He prised apart my legs
and then put himself to the waiting fig of my cunny. With a quick jab he
was suddenly inside me, the whole knob of his cockhead. I let out a shriek.
But my mouth I kept, somehow, closed around BrianÕs penis, and his big
cockhead muffled it. I had two cockheads in me now, one in front and one
in back. Between the delving cheeks of my bottom my dimpled anus
remained untouched.
ÒOook!Ó I suddenly cried. Ted got himself further up me. He was
slick with his own precum. I was still moist with excitement and from
being eaten out by Elaine. His sudden forward movement shoved me
forward, forcing BrianÕs dick deeper into my mouth.
We went Ôchoo-chooÕ then, some people saying it, others merely
thinking it, like me, all of us in a line. Elaine was behind Ted, eating his
balls and between his hairy studmuffin asscheeks. Behind her loomed
another man, stabbing himself into her even as she licked at TedÕs balls
and his ass. Behind that man was Jewel, and behind her a man, everyone
lined up, with Brian pulling us all with his beautiful wounded cock that I
bathed with my tongue.
Suddenly I remembered IÕd forgotten to take my Pill.
ÒNo! I forgot my Pill!Ó I cried in a cock-muffled voice. I tried to
rise. Ted wasnÕt about to let me escape. He seized my hips with his big
hands and forced himself more deeply inside me. Nor was Brian willing to
let me off. He grabbed me by my hair and jammed his stiff penis all the
way to the back of my mouth, just touching my throat with his pee hole.
I gagged. I coughed. I screamed to be let up. But my words were
mangled by the cock in my mouth and neither Brian or Ted seemed to care
what I was screaming about. Together, working in nasty unison, they
began to fuck me hard. I struggled. It was useless. I was but a freshman
in high school and they were two adult men. They pressed their very full-
grown penises into me and made me take more than IÕd ever imagined I
could. Somehow I managed to take BrianÕs cock down my throat. It was a
feat IÕd never even dreampt of before, and was sure, now that I was
experiencing it, that I would die over. Yet somehow he kept me breathing,
through my nose, while his big penis speared its way down almost to my
lungs. Through my cunny, meanwhile, Ted was burrowing so high up inside
of me that I could feel him within my womb. His cock, his pee hole,
banged against the back wall of my uterus. I knew I had eggs there. I
wished still to get away somehow. I couldnÕt afford to let him sperm me.
Yet as I struggled to rise Brian and Ted fucked me harder. Each
movement from me, each attempt at resistance, only spurred them on. I
was rammed in front and rear, quite lustily now. Their cocks moved back,
as if to let me get up, only to come shooting forward again, splitting my
lips in both places. My mouth was a receptacle, no better than my womb. I
couldnÕt use it for speaking. I was full of cock.
All about me I could hear the moans of the other females and the
groans of the men. The line surged forward, backward, Brian leading us all
with his meaty cock in my mouth. At last, I began to hear sharp screams
of pleasure. Female, male. Suddenly Brian loosed his seed within me.
Ted, sensing it, could no longer restrain himself. He shot his load into me.
I received the double salute. It frightened me, for I knew I would be made
pregnant. Yet there was no escape. I had Ted in my belly and Brian in my
mouth. I would bear my neighborÕs child now, absent some medical
intervention. I broke over the hump of bliss. Within me I felt a swirl of
intense pleasure. I received happily in those moments. Brian and Ted
pumped hard within me. They gave me their all, holding back nothing. I
was filled with their precious cargo. I was made a woman, more fully
than my boyfriend had ever managed to do. He was nothing compared to
these big men with their full-grown cocks. I collapsed at last on the mat,
broken, fulfilled.
They withdrew from me. Brian kissed my cheek but Ted gave me
nothing, though I would bear his child. He got up. He went and opened the
window. I felt a rush of cool evening air and sounds from the street
below.
ÒQuickly, we must bathe for the next event,Ó Jewel whispered to me.
She made me rise. I felt all wobbly in my knees. I tried to tell her that IÕd
forgotten my pill but she shushed me. She took my hand, Elaine took my
other hand, and we walked quickly, me stumbling between them, to the
suiteÕs bathroom. Two women were already there, standing in the shower.
As I watched they quickly soaped themselves, then each otherÕs backs.
They stepped out, Jewel and Elaine, with me between them, stepped in. We
didnÕt bother to remove our open-toed heels. They were strapped on,
sandal-like, the water that hit us in a warm spray passed down over and
through our shoes.
We soaped, they helping me, for I still was having trouble standing
up. When all three of us had quickly bathed we got out of the shower.
Other women got in after us. Elaine and Jewel dried me, and themselves.
Then they sat me down on a stool in front of a vanity mirror. It was wet
from another womanÕs bottom having sat there before me. Elaine and
Jewel touched up my makeup, brushed and combed and blowdried my hair.
ÒJewel,Ó I said, feeling normal again for the first time after my
fucking, my legs hanging down quietly from the stool. ÒI forgot my Pill.Ó
JewelÕs eyes widened. Elaine laughed.
ÒYour husband may have two wives,Ó Elaine teased Jewel.
ÒThe night is not over yet,Ó Jewel replied. I shivered. What could
she mean by that? Her husband had already discharged in me. I carried his
seed now. Still, she looked so abashed by what IÕd told her that I said
nothing more. I felt young, tender. I liked feeling their hands play in my
hair. I didnÕt want to discourage them. Jewel continued brushing my hair,
very gently. Elaine brushed new mascara onto my eyes.
They blowdried their own hair and did their own makeup as they did
mine. Our words were few. I spoke no more of my forgetfulness. Other
women made themselves up, laughing, whispering quietly. As they
departed the room, in twos or threes, I heard short screams. They made
me shiver and I wanted to ask what was happening out there, but I was
scared. My belly felt full of butterflies. My cunny buzzed, wanting more
male attention. My nipples rose on my chest and I knew, however terrible
our fate when we left the sanctity of the bathroom, I couldnÕt bear to
avoid it. I was too excited. I was nervous as a yearling but I longed to be
ridden anew.
Nude as weÕd entered the bathroom, we left. The men were waiting
for us outside.
ÒNo!Ó Jewel shrieked. She was seized by a nude man. I did not know
who he was. If IÕd been told his name, IÕd forgotten it. He was blonde and
looked like a surfer except he was older, almost 40, perhaps, with a tinge
of white in his hair that could have been the first signs of true aging. Yet
he had a championÕs body, and he took her from me and Elaine with brusque
efficiency.
Brian grabbed me and Ted, who was also present, grabbed Elaine. Her
big blonde curls and her cherry nippled bosoms bounced helplessly as he
seized her. We were manhandled into a room. It was a new room, one I
hadnÕt seen before. To my shocked surprise I saw there were posts in the
rooms, with chains fastened to them. And there was a small cage, too
small to sit up in, in which a girl had already been put. She looked out
between the bars at me with wide eyes. She had a gag over her mouth.
Although her hands were free she did not attempt to remove it. Instead,
looking like a frightened little squirrel, she clutched at the bars of the
cage, wondering what her fate would be.
BrianÕs cock was hard again but he showed no interest in putting it
in me. Instead, with a grim face and firm-gripping hands, he led me to an
angled ladder. It was much broader than any ladder IÕd ever seen and it had
but a single rung. The rung was placed at the height of my belly and it had
a thick pad over it. He flung me against the rung. I remembered that I
might have TedÕs child within me now, and I let my belly bang against the
rung with a newfound wish. Perhaps I would lose the child.
ÒYes! Beat it out of her!Ó Jewel cried. I turned, looked at her, and in
complicity, perhaps, for I was only 14 and didnÕt want to be pregnant, I
stood and threw myself agains the rung. I stood again and did it, with
complete abandon, letting my belly bounce off the padded rung like a taut
trampoline against the feet of a jumper.
ÒDonÕt worry. IÕll handle it,Ó Brian said to Jewel. He grabbed me and
lifted my arms. I resisted, but only a little. Ted bound Elaine to an
upright post, just as the unknown man was doing to Jewel. There were
padded manacles waiting for my wrists high on the ladder. Brian made me
stand on my tip-toes and then he shackled my wrists. I was stretched. My
belly pressed hard against the pad.
Brian pulled apart my legs. Frantically I turned my head back and
looked at him. What was the meaning of this? I was only to lose the
child, wasnÕt I? If he fucked me anew in my nest he would be adding yet
more sperm to that which already brooded in me.
ÒYour ass, remember?Ó Brian said to me. He had leering eyes.
ÒNo!Ó I begged. But he wrenched my legs wide, wide as my arms
were. He meant to attach them to the shackles at the ladderÕs base. I
kicked as he worked. I tried to shove my heels up and into his groin. It
was no use. I missed, my heels banging against his thighs like a childrenÕs
rubber tomahawk against a redwood. He knelt, got my feet into the padded
iron rings, locked them shut.
I was stretched helplessly upon the ladder. I could barely move. I
could lift my split-open bottom a little, but only to futilely bang my
tummy against the padded bar. I heard Jewel scream. SheÕd been struck by
a whip. The unknown man paused, fetched a gag. He put it over her
struggling head, pressed it inbetween her teeth. Elaine was similarly
gagged by Ted. They were voiceless now, except for muffled whimpers.
ÒDo you know why the ladder is slanted back towards me?Ó Brian
asked me with sadistic eyes.
ÒNo,Ó I said quietly. ÒPlease let me go.Ó My voice was tremulous. I
could feel my heavy breasts hanging from me, protruding through the twin
upright rungs of the ladder.
ÒIt is to better offer up the underside of your bottom, which is your
most sensitive part,Ó he grinned. He showed me his alligator belt. It was
the only item of clothing he still retained. He had it buckled around his
waist, though he lacked pants, and now he unbuckled it and passed it over
his palm. ÒAn alligator is such a vicious animal,Ó he said.
ÒNo, Brian! Please! I love you!Ó I begged.
ÒBut you carry another manÕs child,Ó he said. ÒI must deal with
that.Ó
Relishing his power over me, Brian fetched a gag. They were piled on
a little table, waiting to be picked up and used. They were all black. He
brought it to my lips. He forced them apart and wedged the gag deep
within my mouth. It pressed my tongue back and I felt my saliva wet the
gag where it butted against my tongue.
When the gag was knotted behind me, Brian lifting my hair to knot it
against my smooth white swanÕs neck, then letting my hair back down over
it so it could not be seen, unless I turned to look back, Brian caressed my
bottom. He passed light fingertips under my seat and seemed to savor the
whiteness of my flesh. My tail end stood out in marked contrast to the
rest of me. My limbs, my legs, my back were all tanned, but where my
swim panties covered my ass it remained a perfect white in hue. He
touched my sensitive cheeksÕ underside. He delved in my bottomÕs furrow
and felt the withdrawn pucker of my hole.
ÒYes, a perfect ass,Ó Brian said. ÒAnd now IÕm going to give it what
it deserves.Ó He stepped back. Jewel and Elaine were screaming behind
their gags. I knew I must soon join them.
SKRAAAK! The belt struck. It was harsh against my soft seat. I
lurched within the ladder. My belly was stretched against the pad, I did
not bang it as perhaps Jewel had hoped. My bosoms, though, hanging free,
jiggled underneath me. Their tips were stiff. I felt dew between my legs
and knew, despite the burning strip of flesh across my bottom, IÕd been
awakened in some new, awful way.
SWWWWAPPP! Again the belt. I screamed, unheard. It hurt much
worse than my uncleÕs hand had. I had two burning strips of flesh across
my hiney now. I rotated my bottom. I did not care that it looked lewd.
Inexplicably, the waiter entered. He bore another cart. It had more
food on it, new bottles of wine. I heard the rolling of the cart and looked
back, frantically. Brian, Ted, acknowledged the waiter with nods. Their
cocks, refreshed, stood erectly on their persons. The waiter wore his
crisp white and black tux. He offered the men drinks. They accepted. He
poured them for them.
ÒAnd the ladies?Ó the waiter asked.
ÒIn a few minutes,Ó Ted said. ÒCan you wait?Ó
ÒI always admire a fine whipping given to an equally fine young
lady,Ó the waiter replied.
I felt mortified. It was terrible being lashed to this ladder, my
bottom all exposed, my titties hanging free, my legs spread and my mouth
gagged, but to be WATCHED! And by one who retained his clothes, and had a
casual air about him and an indifferent attitude to my fate! It was
unbearable, but there was absolutely nothing I could do. Seeing my bottom
slow in its movements, Brian spurred it on with a new crack of his belt.
The waiter asked Ted if he might have a drink himself. Ted agreed.
The waiter poured himself a glass of red wine and sipped it. I felt the
belt slash across my heinie again and screamed in my gag. I bounced my
bottom back and up and around, trying to throw off the sting from its
heated, reddened surface. It was no use. It only made my bared titties
jiggle, quite heavily and wildly, to the waiterÕs profound amusement.
As he whipped me Brian began to spread vaseline on his cock. He did
it slowly, as if enjoying it. I saw him quiver under his own fingers, as if
masturbating himself a little, for he looked very hard and excited. I felt
tears running down my face and wished only to be let go. I had no Pill to
protect my cunt, my bottom was virgin. I was afraid, but nobody cared.
Brian kept whipping me and the waiter poured himself a new glass of
wine.
After quite a few strokes of the belt my gag was suddenly loosened.
Brian unknotted it, pulled it from my lips. I let out a gasp. The gag fell
down around my neck.
ÒDrink,Ó he said. He placed a wine glass to my lips. I did not want
it. I spluttered into the glass and its contents ran down my chin. Droplets
of wine spattered redly upon my breasts.
ÒYou can lead a horse to water....Ó Brian observed to the waiter.
Jewel and Elaine, ungagged, received tributes of wine from their
punishers.
ÒIt is good. Drink it. It will lessen the sting,Ó Jewel urged me. She
looked at me through a tousled mane of chestnut hair. Her eyes were wide
and frightened but she was enduring. Her husband was there to protect her
if the stranger hurt her too much. I had no husband for me. But I carried
her mateÕs child.
ÒPlease,Ó I managed to say. But Brian pushed the wine glass to my
lips again. He made me drink. The wine gurgled down my throat. I felt a
heady surge. I was made to take it all. I worked at swallowing it, feeling
the glug glug glug of it running down my throat until it was gone.
ÒThere,Ó Brian said. He took several strands of my blonde hair in his
fist and wiped them across my mouth. Then, just as easily as heÕd
ungagged me, he replaced the awful black velvet. I felt it press to my lips
and resisted. He wrenched my jaw open with his fingers and pushed the
gag inside. He retied it behind my neck. This time he did not bother to get
it under my hair, to hide it. He knotted it right across the mane of my
hair. Then, inexplicably, he kissed me, kissing my cheek above the gag.
Then he stepped back.
I received the belt anew. It came harshly against my skin. I cried
freely. I let myself scream. The gag protected others from hearing,
except those nearest to me. I felt my breasts swinging beneath me. I
wanted a bra but had none.
At last Brian threw down the belt. My bottom felt enflamed. What
had once been pure white, protected always from the sun, now burned
behind me like a hot orb. Brian advanced upon me. He seized my poor
wiggling well-fatted bottom with his hands. Callously indifferent to my
fears, he shoved his cock in the crack of my ass. I tried to wrench away.
The knob of his cock felt immensely large and slick. Brian jabbed it at my
little hole. My anus, my last withdrawn sanctuary of virginity. Suddenly,
quite rudely, his big flange head popped into me. I shrieked. He stabbed
me again with his manhood. More entered. Another stab. I was pierced
even more deeply.
ÒOh, no! ItÕs going too far up!Ó I cried within my gag, but nobody
heard, or if hearing, nobody cared. It probably only enflamed BrianÕs lust,
hearing my voice. He shoved himself harder against me, splitting my
peach, making me gasp as I felt all the hair being blown from my lungs.
He rodded me. I clenched tightly upon him, trying to regain lost
ground on his every down-thrust. But he was too big, too powerful. No
sooner had he drawn back than he slid up with new ferocity. Each stroke
sent him deeper into my being. I was helpless. He held my hips with his
hands. I tried to wriggle my ass and shake him off but he only chortled,
loving my movements. My anal passage became his pleasure tube. That
which had only ever expelled things was now forced to receive. He was
much harder than my shit. He strove within me like a broad, hard spear,
penetrating me to my core. With sanguine hands, not in color but in
manner, he at last diddled my spot in front, within the folds of my cunt. I
came in mad sprinkles on his fingers as he shot his spermy load into my
ass.
Jewel and I dressed. We were in the main party room again. Jewel
couldnÕt find her boa but did find a womanÕs scarf. But she tied it about
her head, as if wishing to hide in it, though behind her her legs were
revealed all the way up to the crease of her bottom by her dress.
ÒLetÕs go,Ó Ted said. He took my hand and JewelÕs. I turned to blow
a goodbye kiss to Brian but Elaine had found him and engaged him in a
standing tryst. I looked at his powerful, nude body. I wondered if I would
ever see him again. With a rueful clenching of my immensely sore hiney I
wondered if I ever would want to see him again. But he was so handsome,
so wonderful, not least between his powerful legs.
ÒIÕll give you some RU-486 when we get home,Ó Jewel said to me.
ÒWhat?Ó I asked. I didnÕt know what it was.
ÒYour pregancy,Ó Jewel said. She touched my belly with a light,
almost reverential hand. It was, after all, her husbandÕs seed in there. ÒIt
will make it go away.Ó
ÒI donÕt want any,Ó I answered. IÕd suffered for my pregnancy and
now I wanted to keep it. I knew my antics against the padded ladder rung,
so soon after IÕd conceived, hadnÕt hurt my newly developing eggs. ÒI want
to keep my baby.Ó
ÒYou canÕt!Ó Jewel blanched. ÒHeÕs MY husband!Ó
ÒWell, itÕs my baby by your husband,Ó I sniped. I felt powerful in my
new role as pregnant mother.
ÒWeÕll work all this out when we get home,Ó Ted said absently. He
was happy. His balls were drained and had had much of his seed safely
ensconced in my womb, growing things.
ÒWe canÕt have you fucking the neighborÕs daughter, Ted!Ó Jewel said
in alarm. He smiled.
ÒAt the moment IÕm quite enjoying having someone carry my child,Ó
he said. ÒYou havenÕt done as much.Ó
ÒTed!Ó Jewel cried. Her voice was hoarse, angry. But then she fell
silent. She was exhausted. We were all exhausted, especially us poor
girls whoÕd been so brutally and carelessly whipped. Ted led us out of the
party room with wiggling bottoms. It was late. Nobody would see us down
in the lobby, he assured us. The valets would chortle but not care. They
had seen females before late at night. We could hide our faces against
TedÕs shoulders if we wished.
We descended in the elevator. The lobby was empty. A lone valet, a
boy my age, fetched TedÕs car. I kept my face turned away from him. I
pressed my nose into TedÕs bicep. I was too short to reach his shoulder.
We waited. The car came. The boy got out of it. Ted tipped him and asked
him to turn away, lest he see within the slits of my dress when I sat, or
saw JewelÕs bottom. He obliged. We felt more modest than when we
arrived. Then weÕd let eyes peer more deeply, but now we wished not to
tease, only to be alone by ourselves.
Ted drove us home in his car. The night was quiet. Within my belly,
I hoped, I was growing a baby for him. But I had no idea what IÕd do with it
if I was. I fell asleep in his car and was happy.
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