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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SUMMER OF SIN
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Chapter Twelve
Brad left for college. The summer dwindled to a close. I would have
to return to America soon, but Rebecca wanted me to enjoy one last fling.
Her eyes were bright. She kissed my cheek and told me we would be going
to a ÒHoneymoon Party.Ó
ÒWho is getting married?Ó I asked.
ÒNo one,Ó Rebecca answered. ÒItÕs just a name for it. A nice name
for a party in August, donÕt you think? You donÕt have to come if you donÕt
want to.Ó
ÒOh, I do!Ó I said. ÒBut I donÕt want to have to take my clothes off.Ó
Rebecca turned. She was standing in front of a mirror, brushing her
hair. She wore a tight pair of jeans. The knees were slit open, as were
the sides of her jeans, along the hips. Through the rips I could see her
bare skin. It was unusual, gazing especially at her hips, where, peeking
through the torn-open gashes, one could see her bare flesh. She wore no
panties. The rips in her new jeans, along the hips, only extended along the
bell-shaped curve of her hips. Below, her thighs were concealed, as were
her calves. Her knees showed through the holes in the front of her pants,
of course. At the ankle of each pants-leg there was a small, half inch rip
along the side, as if to promise that it might, somehow, extend all the way
up to the rip along the sides of her hips.
Rebecca smiled at me. She tossed her long lovely hair. Its brown
strands tumbled down over her blouse. It was a see-through blouse. It
was black. Beneath, she wore a frilly white bra. Rebecca put down her
brush and picked up a white ribbon off the top of her bureau. She tied it
into her hair.
ÒI canÕt promise anything,Ó Rebecca told me.
ÒWhatÕs that supposed to mean?Ó I asked. I looked up at her boldly.
My snub nose wrinkled with childish indignity.
Rebecca laughed. It was high and lilting. ÒI didnÕt organize the
party,Ó Rebecca said. ÒBut the hostess did decide to call it a ÔHoneymoon
Party.ÕÓ She picked up the invitation off the top of her bureau. She
showed it to me. It was a small, discreet card. It was white, with a
white lace ribbon hanging down the side. I took it and opened it. Inside, it
read:
For those who didnÕt get married in June,
But are humming a bridal tune,
A party most private,
Wherein one may find it,
And enjoy newlywed bliss,
And loveÕs sweet kiss,
In surroundings most sweet,
Filled with good things to eat!
ÒThatÕs the worst poetry I ever read,Ó I told my aunt.
ÒGo put on something nice and be ready to go in fifteen minutes,Ó my
aunt said.
ÒOh, alright!Ó I gasped. I handed her the invitation. I felt conflicted.
I would be sore in the morning, if the party was anything like the
invitation promised. IÕd told Brad before he left for college that I was
going to be his one true love. Now, it looked like I wouldnÕt be. ÒIÕm going
to be a strumpet,Ó I said frankly to Rebecca. ÒAnd you are, too.Ó
Rebecca laughed. ÒWeÕre not charging money for it,Ó Rebecca said.
ÒWould you prefer to stay home and read the encyclopedia?Ó
ÒNo,Ó I said.
ÒThen get ready,Ó Rebecca said. She turned and began brushing her
hair again. ÒIf you donÕt like any of the guys, donÕt do anything.Ó
ÒWhat if I like the guys but you donÕt?Ó I asked.
ÒThen we come home,Ó Rebecca said. She gazed at herself in the
mirror.
ÒEven if I like the guys?Ó I asked.
ÒYouÕre only 13, darling,Ó Rebecca said. ÒIÕm in charge of you, even
if I am more liberal than your parents would be.Ó
ÒThatÕs no fair,Ó I said.
ÒWhen youÕre 19 you can make decisions for yourself,Ó Rebecca told
me.
ÒWhen IÕm 18 I can do whatever I want,Ó I replied.
ÒTrue,Ó Rebecca said. ÒHurry up and quit bickering. Who said IÕm not
going to like any of the guys, anyway?Ó
ÒI dunno,Ó I said. ÒI just wanted to clear it up.Ó
ÒWell, now you have your answer,Ó Rebecca said. ÒNo more silly
questions.Ó
We travelled in a cab to a large home. We were met at the door by a
woman. She had long golden hair, and shimmering eyes that matched her
dress. It was of a thin fabric, thin as liquid, moulding itself to her every
curve, denying nothing to eyes willing to pry upon her breasts, seeking the
delineation of her nipples, or travelling to the region between her legs
where her mound of pubic hair made a slight rise against her surrounding
flesh. Had her party gown moulded her legs like trousers, I had no doubt
her cunt would have been visible through it.
Except for her gown, she was otherwise bare. Her skin showed
fetchingly: her shoulders, narrow and frail, her bare, model-thin arms, the
lines of her ribcage, the better portion of each of her braless breasts.
When she turned, smiling to us to follow her inside, I was presented with
the entire expanse of her bare back. Even the topmost portion of her
bottomcrease showed above the scalloped-out ÔbackÕ of her dress.
I wondered how the party would end, if it were beginning with such a
carefree display of flesh on the part of our hostess. I shivered and
clutched at RebeccaÕs hand. I felt overdressed in my miniskirt.
ÒMy name is Glenda, and this is Juliet,Ó the woman whoÕd met us at
the door said. She turned to a brunette who stalked into the foyer from
another room. Both women were ravishing; Rebecca tossed back her hair
and seemed to steel herself against a challenge of such beauty, as if
afraid she wouldnÕt measure up.
Juliet appeared more formally dressed than Glenda, but it soon
proved to be an illusion. From the front, Juliet wore a high-necked dress.
It came complete with a choker-like collar that fitted tightly around her
neck. Long sleeves covered both her arms down to her wrists. The dress
was black, an austere, jet black, in contrast to the shimmering, gleaming,
liquid-black of GlendaÕs gown. There was a black ribbon in JulietÕs hair.
She turned, perhaps sensing that my aunt was feeling the heat of
competition. She nodded to us before turning. Then she walked back into
the room from which sheÕd come, letting us Ôsettle inÕ without having too
much attention drawn to us too quickly. At the door to the other room she
looked back at us, smiling in an almost meek way, putting us at our ease
and encouraging us to follow her when we were ready.
It was when she turned around that I saw the true allure of JulietÕs
gown. While it was stiff and formal in its appearance from the front, it
was anything but that from behind. There was, firstly, no back to her
dress. Her bare shoulder-blades could be seen, the whole long expanse of
her back, her naked spine, her slim ribs, all lightly fleshed, all of it
totally uncovered, right down to her ass, and beyond. Where the hump of
her bottom rose, there still was no dress to cover it. Instead, a matching
pair of black panties, complete with side-tied ribbons, hugged her fanny.
The material, like that of her dress, was very thin. It was drawn so
tightly across her ass that I could see where the furrow of her bottom lay
between her cheeks. More intriguingly, her undies had been cut too low,
leaving the top half of her asscrack completely exposed. The ties of her
drawers, long and ribbon-like, hung out of her low-cut dress. They
swished as she walked, rolling her hips, jiggling her asscheeks with her
every lurid step. At the very base of her behind, as if by chance, her dress
curved up underneath her, to hide only the very last half-inch of her
underwear-clad ass. I wondered how long it would be before she chose to
dispense with the panties, and just party in her gown.
ÒShall we go in?Ó Juliet asked, taking my auntÕs small leather coat
off her and hanging it up in a closet. The question was rhetorical. My aunt
merely smiled shyly. I held tight to her hand. Already I sensed that we
would lose more than her coat on this night of revelry. Now I knew why
she hadnÕt bothered to wear any of her expensive panties. I had on my
favorite undies, under my skirt. I hoped I would get to keep them.
We stepped into the room reserved for partying. It was decorated in
festive balloons. There was a wet bar, and in front of it a table with food.
It held a platter of chips and dips, an assortment of fruit, and a plate with
veggies. There was also, on the table, a bowl of butter and a large loaf of
bread. The bread was fresh-baked. Its odor filled the room.
I gazed at the guests. They were all young men and women in their
20Õs. The men were dressed in conservative sport coats and slacks. The
women were more daring, showing cleavage easily, as if the men, perhaps,
had a right to see what they were getting before even having to take off
their coats. One woman, perhaps no older than my aunt, wore expensive
slacks and a cheap menÕs shirt. The shirt had its top button closed. All
the rest were undone. Her breasts underneath were bare. They could be
seen through the shirt and, more alarmingly, the whole underside of each
of her breasts could be viewed through the unbuttoned front of her shirt.
Her large breasts pushed the shirt out and away from her. Even the most
casual voyeur was able to get a direct peek at her bare nipples under her
shirt. The woman laughed at a joke a man told her. Her chest shook,
delighting his eyes as her laughter caused her bosoms to wiggle under her
unbuttoned top.
Glenda asked our preferences in drinks and we chose ones we hoped
wouldnÕt make us too drunk. She sauntered past the chips and mixed us
drinks at the wet bar.
More guests arrived. We mingled. My aunt and I chatted, sizing up
the men and being sized up in turn. A man complimented my aunt on the
rips in her jeans. She told him she liked his pants, especially how the
fabric peaked in front.
ÒDid they come that way, or did you have them altered?Ó Rebecca
asked. She gazed with feigned innocence at his crotch.
ÒI, uh, altered them myself. Upon seeing you,Ó the man answered.
Rebecca blushed. The man even reddened a little.
ÒI know what thatÕs called. I learned it in school. ItÕs called a cod
piece,Ó I said, pointing at the manÕs loins.
ÒForgive her. SheÕs going into eighth grade next year,Ó Rebecca
laughed. ÒIn America.Ó
ÒIÕm just saying what it is,Ó I said, feeling suddenly foolish.
ÒShe is quite young to attend a honeymoon party,Ó the man replied.
ÒShe has been partying quite a bit this summer, havenÕt you, Chloe?Ó
Rebecca asked. I frowned. I felt condescended upon.
ÒIÕve been bad,Ó I said frankly to the man.
ÒGood,Ó the man said. He lifted his glass to me, as if to toast me.
ÒYou are not yet married?Ó Rebecca asked the man. Her eyes glowed
at him. I was still holding her hand. I swallowed, guessing she liked him
best.
ÒNo. Not yet,Ó the man replied ambivalently. ÒYou are... in college?Ó
the man asked Rebecca.
ÒYes,Ó Rebecca assured him.
ÒYou look young for your age. But your bust is that of a woman,Ó the
man said. He gazed in open admiration at my auntÕs tits. She wore an
opaque blouse. It was cut low. She had omitted wearing a bra underneath
it. The man leaned forward and peeked into her blouse. My aunt giggled.
Her breasts wobbled within her top, under the manÕs prying eyes.
ÒYou are quite forward,Ó my aunt said to the man.
ÒIt is not a party where one is expected to show excessive
restraint,Ó the man answered.
ÒAre you going to examine my nieceÕs tits too?Ó Rebecca asked
provocatively. The manÕs eyes glanced at me.
ÒWhat grade did you say sheÕs in?Ó he asked.
ÒSeventh,Ó I piped up. ÒBut IÕm going into eighth!Ó
ÒWould you be offended if I gazed at them?Ó the man asked my aunt.
ÒIt is up to her,Ó my aunt answered. She looked at me. I was
wearing a white-collared shirt. It had two buttons fetchingly undone. I
wore a plaid neckerchief around my throat that matched my miniskirt. I
looked up at the man, said nothing. He reached forth his hand and took hold
of the top of my shirt. He pulled. My shirt was drawn out and away from
me. I wanted to scream but instead bit my lip, not wanting to make a
scene. The man leaned forward and gazed down into my shirt. Thankfully,
I did have a bra on.
ÒShe is lovely, but sheÕs wearing a bra,Ó the man said, disappointed.
ÒPerhaps in a little while she will feel more free,Ó my aunt said.
She turned away from the man. She looked at him over her shoulder. Her
eyes teased, silently. She took a sip from her drink and added: ÒTell your
cod piece to keep up the good work.Ó Then, demurely, she whisked herself
away, drawing me with her. We bumped into another man, and with great
interest, feigned or otherwise, she struck up a conversation with him. I
glanced back at the man weÕd just spoken to. He was abject. Rebecca had
scored a point and he would not soon forget her. Even though a fetchingly
dressed young woman sauntered up to him and began making conversation,
he continued to glance with awestruck eyes over at my aunt.
We were, I suppose, negotiating. Did the beauty on the surface
match the beauty within? That was the test. And, if the party proved as
freewheeling as the attire of some guests hinted, were there enough truly
beautiful people present? A beau might be chosen, but others might
intervene. A young lady could not always be sure who she wound up with.
I glanced up at my aunt. She was smiling. She was sipping freely from her
drink. I guessed she liked the guests. We would be staying.
A young man entered the room. I looked at him and liked him
immediately. He was tall. He was fashionably unshaven, three days beard
on his face. He wore a broad-shouldered jacket. He had on slacks that
were uncharacteristically cut off at the knees, and tennis shoes without
socks. He was offered a drink. He declined, told Juliet to bring him the
bottle instead. She laughed. Glenda laughed. Juliet fetched the bottle and
the man took a swig from it and wiped his hand exuberantly across his
mouth. He tugged at one of the panty-ties hanging from JulietÕs dress.
She grinned. He said something. She asked Glenda a question. Glenda
nodded. Juliet, apparently given permission, undid the ties of her drawers.
She drew her undies from between her legs, pulling them from behind,
drawing them out and away from her bottom. Her fanny was bared. I gazed
at it awestruck. One could see the whole line of her bottomÕs crack, right
down to the morsel of dress that covered its base. Juliet turned. She
folded her panties neatly and reached up to the front of the manÕs coat.
There was a pocket on the front of his coat. She pulled it open and put her
panties into it. Two black drawstrings from her panties hung out of his
pocket.
Glenda turned and faced the other guests. She surveyed us. Most of
the people had not seen the transaction between Juliet and the young man.
Glenda clapped her hands.
ÒAttention! Attention, everyone!Ó Glenda said. ÒI think everyone
whoÕs coming has arrived,Ó she said. ÒWho would like to help us get our
little party started?Ó
ÒHe will,Ó Juliet said. She was facing the other guests. She stood
next to the young man in shorts. From her position, no one could see that
Juliet now had a bare bottom. I blushed, thinking of it. Imagine when she
happened to turn! She pointed at the man in shorts.
I felt a sharp pinch up under my skirt.
ÒOOOOCH!Ó I shouted.
ÒOh, alright. SheÕs volunteering,Ó Glenda said happily. I turned to
look who had pinched me. It was my aunt. She blushed. She was holding
her drink glass, and I saw it was empty.
ÒGo on,Ó Rebecca said.
ÒWhat am I volunteering for?Ó I asked.
Glenda came over to me and took my hand. She pulled on it.
ÒWhat am I volunteering--?Ó I began again.
ÒIt will be quite fun, and you are the perfect age for it,Ó Glenda said,
nodding to Rebecca as if to thank her. ÒTwo cupids. A boy and a girl. Our
two youngest guests. Perfect!Ó
I was led into a kitchen. The young man in the shorts was brought
into the kitchen by Juliet. Glenda let go of my hand and turned to me.
ÒYou are Chloe?Ó she asked. I nodded.
ÒGood,Ó Glenda said. ÒThis is Vic. HeÕs 17.Ó Vic smiled at me. He
took another swig from the bottle he was holding.
I scrunched up my nose. ÒYou look old for 17,Ó I said.
ÒI know,Ó Vic said simply. He took another drink from his bottle.
ÒWhat are we supposed to do?Ó Vic asked Glenda.
ÒYouÕre to undress,Ó Juliet said. She stroked his jacket with her
fingers. She lifted it from his body. He took another drink from his bottle
and let her remove it. ÒMay I hang it over the back of this chair?Ó she
asked him. Vic nodded. She put it on the back of a chair that was part of a
kitchen table set.
ÒI donÕt want to undress,Ó I said frankly.
ÒYou must. So you can put on these,Ó Glenda said. She held up two
small pieces of fabric. Juliet picked up a third item. It was small. She
took the liquor bottle from VicÕs hand and put the item in his hand. He
looked down at it. I gaped at the twin pieces of fabric Glenda was handing
to me.
ÒIt-- it looks like a bikini,Ó I finally concluded. It was red. Each
piece consisted of two triangles. It was hard to tell which two triangles
were intended to cover the breasts, and which two my cunt and bottom.
Strings, tied and untied, connected or hung from the tiny pieces of fabric.
ÒIÕm wearing a bra and panties,Ó I told Glenda. ÒI donÕt need your
underwear. If you want to show me off in a bikini, I can just wear my own
underwear.Ó
ÒThese are edible,Ó Glenda grinned.
ÒYou women are wicked,Ó Vic said, gazing in awe at the teensy jock-
strap thingie he was expected to fit himself into.
Juliet, perhaps to overcome all his resistance, unzipped his fly. (You
know how men are.) She slipped her fingers into his shorts and squeezed
his equipment. Vic leaned backward, surprised at her boldness. Then,
feeling her long, agile fingers massaging his dong, he relented.
ÒAre you full for the festivities?Ó Glenda asked, watching as
JulietÕs hand slipped under VicÕs snake-like cock and felt his balls.
ÒAh-- yeah,Ó Vic said. ÒUnless you make me cum in my pants.Ó
ÒWhat? No control?Ó Juliet teased. She squeezed his testicles and
reported that they were Òenormous.Ó
ÒWell, letÕs just see,Ó Glenda smiled. ÒGet his pants off. DonÕt just
stand there milking him.Ó
I giggled. Unbuttoning my own blouse, for there seemed no way to
escape their requirement that I strip, I watched with awed eyes as Juliet
removed her hand from VicÕs fly and carefully undid the snap on the front
of his pants. Her fingers moved worshipfully. She kissed the shirt
hanging over his belly as she slowly pulled open his pants and freed them
from his hips. His thighs were thick. She slid VicÕs shorts down his
trunk-like thighs, leaving him in his underpants. His cock, stuck inside his
Hanes, was all coiled up, like a captured snake yearning to break free of
its cage.
ÒYou have hairy legs,Ó Juliet said, kneeling in front of Vic. I giggled
again. My blouse undone, hanging open in front, I reached back and
unzipped my skirt. With my own hands I slipped it down my smooth, long
legs.
I donÕt know whether it was submission to Glenda and Juliet that
caused me to strip, or gazing at Vic. He was very handsome. Juliet got
him to step out of his shorts, leaving just his underpants and his shirt on,
and neatly folded the knee-length shorts and put them over the chair
where his jacket hung. Then, ignoring, for the moment, his Hanes, she
stood and began lovingly undoing the buttons of his shirt. I watched her
bare bottom, neatly framed by her black gown, wiggling as she flicked
open his buttons.
ÒWhen we get you completely undressed, weÕre going to spray
pheromones all over you,Ó Glenda told Vic. ÒAnother reason why youÕve got
to strip-- so we can prepare your body.Ó
ÒWhatÕre pheromones?Ó Vic asked. He reached for the bottle of
liquor heÕd been taking swigs from. It was sitting on the counter next to
us.
ÒSex scent,Ó Juliet said, undoing the last of VicÕs buttons. She
eased his shirt off and bent and kissed his chest. ÒIts odorless, but your
brain picks it up all the same. YouÕll drive all the ladies wild, in the next
room. And perhaps even a few of the men.Ó Glenda took VicÕs shirt and
hung it over the chair where his jacket and short pants were. Only his
Hanes remained on him. Juliet now stroked again the bulge of his cock, the
fullness of his balls, with her small fingers. Her fingertips traced the
outline of his penis-head lying tumescent and huge beneath the fabric of
his Hanes. Kneeling, she kissed his stomach, bare lips to bare flesh. The
print of her lips was left on his skin when she drew away her mouth. She
moved her head lower. Opening her mouth wide, she clasped the trapped
cockhead in his underpants with her teeth.
ÒHey! These shorts arenÕt edible,Ó Vic said.
Glenda moved close. She slipped behind Vic. She ran her fingers
from the height of his shoulders down his back to the waistline of his
underpants.
ÒMy, you have such a nice tan,Ó Glenda said. ÒHave you been lying on
the beach?Ó
ÒYeah,Ó Vic said. ÒIÕm a lifeguard.Ó
ÒOh,Ó Glenda said. ÒSuch a deep tan. HowÕs your ass? Is it tanned
to?Ó She yanked down the back of his Hanes. ÒOh, my. YouÕre as white as
a bunny rabbitÕs tail back here,Ó she said, peeking into his shorts.
ÒI told you. I work on the beach. I canÕt sit there naked,Ó Vic said.
Glenda patted his fanny. ÒSuch sweet, small buns. God, they feel like
steel!Ó
ÒOoops!Ó Juliet, in front, said. She had managed to liberate his cock.
Her small hands had pulled down his shorts for a peek within, and it had
popped out. It quivered in the air, big and thick and muscular and waggling
like a long sausage in front of her curious face. It bumped her nose. A
stain of pre-cum wet her nose.
ÒGod, youÕre big,Ó Juliet said worshipfully.
ÒHeÕs *too* big,Ó I agreed, gaping at him. Nonetheless, perhaps out
of pure lust, I yanked down my panties. I stood there looking at him, my
panties around my thighs, ringing my legs between my knees and my bush.
I thrust my hips forward. I presented my dell to him, even as I remarked
that he was so big IÕd never consider being his lover. My unbuttoned shirt
hung from my shoulders. It showed my bra where it connected between my
boobs.
Glenda, standing behind Vic, drew his underpants down his legs.
Juliet, hearing me, stood up. She turned. She tossed back her hair and
sauntered over to me. She smiled and reached for my blouse. It fell off
my frail shoulders and down my arms. I let go of my panties and she
slipped it past my hands. Folding it, she laid it up on the counter. She
picked up my miniskirt off the floor. She placed it on top of my blouse.
ÒYou have nice taste in underwear,Ó Juliet complimented me. She
stepped behind me and undid the clasp of my bra. She eased the braÕs
straps off my slim shoulders. My tits wobbled freely. ÒOh! YouÕve got a
big pair for 13,Ó Juliet said of my breasts. She smiled and drew my bra
down my arms. Then she tossed it up onto the counter. She knelt by me
and pulled my panties down my legs. ÒYouÕve a pretty dell,Ó she said. She
lifted her face and smiled at me as she helped me step, in my high heels,
out of the panties ringing my feet. ÒHave lots of boys enjoyed it?Ó she
asked.
ÒNot too many,Ó I gulped.
ÒHow about your bottom?Ó Glenda, standing by Vic, asked me.
ÒNope,Ó I said.
ÒYouÕve never been penetrated back here?Ó Juliet asked. She put her
pointing finger behind me and pressed in at the juncture of my two nether
cheeks. I wiggled.
ÒOne or two times,Ó I admitted.
ÒOh, good!Ó Glenda said. ÒThen both of you are broken in to the arts
of love. Fit and healthy for it. You will make two perfect cupids!Ó
ÒHow am I supposed to get into these?Ó Vic asked. He had stepped
into the edible undershorts and was pulling them up his thighs. It was
obvious, just from looking, that his big, hard penis would never manage to
get into the shorts.
ÒOh-- I suppose youÕre to put them on before you become erect,Ó
Glenda said, turning her head and looking with frank eyes at his dick. ÒCan
you lose your stiffie for a minute? Then you should be able to get them on.
I purchased the largest size.Ó
ÒHow am I supposed to stop being hard?Ó Vic said. There was
exasperation in his voice. He stood with the edible shorts, which looked
like Speedos, wrapped uncomfortably around the tops of his thighs.
ÒWait. DonÕt pull them up yet,Ó Glenda said. ÒLet me spray some
pheromones on you.Ó She picked up a bottle off the counter. It looked like
a bottle of cologne. It was yellow in color. It had a squeeze-ball attached
so that its contents could be squirted out in a fine mist over the body. She
put the nozzle of the bottle close to VicÕs hairy chest. She squeezed the
applicator ball. A jet of cologne was released. It settled in a fine spray
onto VicÕs chest. She squirted his belly. She walked behind him and
squirted his ass. She put the cologne back on the counter and picked up a
jar of cream. ÒNow for this,Ó she said.
ÒWhat is it?Ó Vic asked.
ÒItÕs cream, silly,Ó Glenda said, self-consciously. She dipped two
fingers into the cream and touched his big penis.
ÒWhy are you putting cream on my dick?Ó Vic said.
ÒThis is benzocaine,Ó Glenda said. ÒIt will help you maintain
yourself, no matter what happens to your penis. We wouldnÕt want you
spoiling the party by spurting as soon as you walk into the other room.Ó
ÒIt says ManDelay on the side of the jar,Ó Vic said, squinting down at
what Glenda was holding.
ÒYes. To prevent untimely or premature emission of your ejaculate,Ó
Glenda agreed. Her small fingers smoothed the cream along VicÕs big cock.
ÒBut you need me to lose my erection so I can get the shorts on!Ó Vic
said, exasperated. He tugged at the shorts ringing his legs.
ÒNot by cumming, dear,Ó Glenda said. ÒI want you to keep your balls
nice and full throughout our festivities.Ó She reached between his legs
and smoothed her creamy fingertips across his hairy eggs. ÒThere. IÕll put
some on your testicles, as well as your dick. You know this party is all
about the loins, donÕt you? All our games will center around them. Your
penis and balls will be subjected to a lot of pleasurable stresses and I
expect you to hold on to your seed until the appropriate time for spending.
At the end of the night,Ó Glenda smiled.
ÒGod, this is making me horny,Ó Vic confessed. ÒIÕm glad I donÕt have
to get up early tomorrow to go do my lifeguarding.Ó
ÒSo am I,Ó Glenda said. She finished putting the ManDelay on his
cock.
ÒDo I need some of that?Ó I asked from across the kitchen.
ÒYouÕre a girl, dear. You donÕt have a big thing that shoots sperm out
all over the place,Ó Juliet told me. She patted my tummy.
ÒYes,Ó I agreed. ÒBoys are quite messy.Ó
ÒQuite,Ó Juliet said. She tied on my edible bra. it was little more
than a decoration. Twin squares of candied fabric, shaped like triangles,
fitted over my nipples. They covered little else. The whole underside of
each of my tits remained bare. As for the upper half of each of my
bosoms, the triangle of edible cloth covered a portion of each, but the rest
was totally nude. I gazed down at myself and blushed. Juliet tied my bra
behind my back and neck.
ÒThere. Now for the panties,Ó Juliet said. I shook my hair. I gazed
down at my breasts. The slightest movement of my body made them
wiggle. My bra barely restrained them. I tugged on the plaid neckerchief
which Juliet had left tied around my neck. It would be a reminder to the
other guests of how IÕd been dressed before, making me look even sexier
now. I wondered if sheÕd give me permission to take off the neckerchief
and tie it over my bosoms. Slim and insubstantial as it was, It would
nevertheless cover more than the candy bra did.
ÒDonÕt untie it,Ó Juliet said, taking my fingers from my kerchief.
ÒI want to use it for a bra,Ó I said. ÒThis one youÕve tied on me is
useless.Ó
ÒWaitÕll you see the panties,Ó Juliet smirked. ÒDonÕt fool with your
attire. YouÕre supposed to drive everyone crazy when they see you.Ó
ÒI donÕt want them eating my underwear,Ó I said.
Juliet tied the panties around my hips. They were extremely small.
In front, a miniscule triangle barely concealed my pubic hair. Several
wisps of my fleecy dell managed to escape the top hem of the candy panty.
In back, an equally small triangle of edible fabric struggled to contain the
cheeks of my bottom. It failed miserably. Only the bottomhalf of my
bottom was covered, and then barely more than the crack. All the rest of
my ass wiggled in raw nudity. Side ties, slender strings wrapped round
my hips, held my candied panties aloft.
ÒMy neckerchief is the only real piece of clothing IÕm wearing!Ó I
lamented.
ÒYes,Ó Juliet agreed. ÒNow, to go with your pink underwear, we have
little heart-shaped earrings. Take off the ones youÕve got on, and IÕll pin
these on you.Ó
ÒI donÕt wanna,Ó I complained.
Glenda, across the room, drew a riding crop from a drawer.
ÒBe good,Ó she told me. ÒOr IÕll use this on your bottom.Ó She waved
the crop at me.
ÒWhatÕs that for?Ó Vic asked.
ÒIÕm going to whack your ass with this to try to get you to lose your
erection for a moment,Ó Glenda said. ÒWeÕve got to get your shorts pulled
up over your dick.Ó
ÒI can just walk out like this, if you like,Ó Vic offered.
ÒToo rude,Ó Glenda said. ÒThere will be time for gauche displays,
but they must not occur quite so suddenly. Bend over. IÕm going to whack
your ass.Ó
ÒMind if I pee first?Ó Vic asked, eyeing the crop.
ÒDo you have to go to the bathroom?Ó Glenda said.
ÒYeah. I think I drank too much,Ó Vic said.
ÒHmmm, the bathroom is on the other side of the party room,Ó Glenda
said. ÒI canÕt have you walk out there looking like that, with your dick
hanging out of your shorts.Ó She considered a moment, her crop in one
hand, her other hand lifted to her chin. ÒCome here,Ó she said suddenly.
ÒCome with me over to the window. I think I know just where you can
relieve yourself.
I was putting on my earrings, feeling most embarrassed by the
brevity of my costume, when I saw Glenda throw up the sash on her
kitchen window. It was a large bay window that opened onto a garden. Its
sill stood at waist height.
ÒPut yourself right here and you can water my flowers for me,Ó
Glenda told Vic. He walked up to the newly opened window. His face bent
down. He looked at himself. He rested his forehead against the glass that
comprised the upper half of the window. The lower half had been raised,
letting fresh air into the room. Feeling the fresh air on his belly and cock,
he stuck his erection out through the window. ÒThatÕs it,Ó Glenda said.
She patted his bare behind. ÒGo ahead. Pee on my flowers.Ó
I heard a pissing sound. Juliet and I rushed over to the window to
watch. She got there ahead of me. I found myself staring at VicÕs ass.
His legs were spread manfully, as if he were dominating a urinal with his
stance. His hand, on his cock, guided his stream. Glenda stood on one side
of him, admiring his pee. Juliet stood on his other side. I couldnÕt see. I
wanted to. Impulsively, I ducked down between VicÕs spread legs. Like a
curious kitten I emerged on the other side. My nose bumped his balls and I
looked with wide eyes at his big penis peeing into the garden. Glenda and
Juliet laughed.
ÒSheÕs got the best seat in the house,Ó Glenda said.
VicÕs stream attacked the flowers. He peed on daisies, on violets,
into the cups of daffodils. He urinated with a big grin on his face, perhaps
fulfilling some boyhood fantasy of peeing on his own motherÕs flowers.
When he was done he shook his big cock.
ÒThere,Ó Glenda said, watching Vic with interest. ÒAll done?Ó
ÒYeah,Ó Vic said. ÒI needed that.Ó
ÒI was afraid you might try to, well, you know, jerk yourself off,Ó
Glenda said. He looked at her.
ÒDonÕt lie,Ó Vic said. ÒYou know IÕm not that young. YouÕre a slut and
you wanted to watch me.Ó
ÒIÕm not a slut,Ó I piped up, gazing at his penis as it stuck itself out
the window right in front of my nose. Vic looked down at me.
ÒYouÕre a chipmunk, I suppose?Ó Vic asked. ÒAre you admiring my
two nuts?Ó
ÒYes. I need them for the winter,Ó I said. Glenda laughed.
ÒAnd it will be a long winter, wonÕt it, little one?Ó
ÒMmmmm,Ó I agreed. I smacked my lips.
ÒStand up. IÕve got to spray some pheromones on you, so youÕll make
all the men wild with desire,Ó Juliet told me. She reached down, caught
my arm, pulled on it.
ÒMy bikini is doing that already,Ó I protested.
ÒYouÕve got a great body,Ó Vic said to me. I blushed.
ÒYouÕve got a great-- thingie,Ó I replied. I reached out my small
hand and touched its tip. ÒWhy does it have slick cream spread all over
it?Ó I asked.
ÒSo he doesnÕt cum when little girls grab his dick,Ó Glenda said. She
batted my hand away.
Vic was led away from the window. As I had pheromones sprayed on
me, Glenda bent Vic over to try whacking his ass to reduce his erection.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Went the crop, making bright red lines on
VicÕs bare behind, but his penis stayed just as hard as ever.
ÒPerhaps ice will do it,Ó Glenda said. She got out a cube and ran it
over VicÕs penis. Again, no luck.
ÒTry having a man come in for a moment,Ó Juliet suggested. Vic
stood rubbing his bottom.
ÒThis is ridiculous,Ó Vic said. ÒAnd my ass hurts!Ó Glenda passed a
dish towel over his dick to wipe off the fluid left behind by the ice. She
relubed his big cock with more ManDelay.
ÒIÕll get him!Ó I said. I dashed for the kitchen door, before they could
stop me. Opening it, I peeked out. ÒWe need a man!Ó I cried. There was
laughter in the room.
ÒWhat are you doing in there?Ó a bearded man asked.
ÒCome in and see,Ó I said. I beckoned him with a finger. He walked
over to the kitchen door. Other men made to follow. ÒJust one,Ó I said. I
opened the door wider, and let in the man with the beard. Then I closed it
and locked it.
ÒGod, whatÕs going on in here?Ó the bearded man asked. He gazed at
me in my edible undies, then at Vic.
ÒCome over here and give him a rectal exam,Ó Juliet said to the man.
Glenda smirked, looked at her friend.
ÒClever,Ó Glenda said. ÒIt might work.Ó
ÒWhat do I need a rectal exam for?Ó Vic cried. He was still rubbing
his ass.
ÒWeÕve got to get your pants on, dear,Ó Glenda said. ÒAre you gay?Ó
ÒNo,Ó Vic said.
ÒThen having a man make you bend over, and sticking his finger up
your ass, might soften you just enough to get your shorts pulled up over
your big stiffie,Ó Juliet said.
ÒWell,Ó the bearded man said. ÒIÕm glad I volunteered. IÕm not gay,
per say. But I am bi. ThereÕs nothing IÕd like better than to be able to
shove my finger up that boyÕs tight ass and see how he feels.Ó
ÒYikes!Ó Vic said. The bearded man advanced toward the boy. Glenda
and Juliet kept their eyes on VicÕs cock.
ÒBend over,Ó the bearded man said to Vic.
ÒI donÕt want to,Ó Vic said.
ÒDo it, or IÕll whack your ass with this crop,Ó Glenda told Vic.
ÒOh, damn. I should slam both you ladies down on the floor and--Ó
Vic groused. He put his hands on the kitchen counter.
ÒBe good,Ó Juliet told him. ÒJust do as we say. ItÕs for a noble
purpose.Ó
ÒLet me see your ass,Ó the bearded man told Vic. The boy, his hands
already on the counter top, replied: ÒYou can see it.Ó
ÒYou know what I mean,Ó the bearded man said. ÒBend. Way over.
Spread your legs. Assume the position.Ó
ÒShit!Ó Vic said. He bent lower, his hands pressed to the countertop.
His big balls shivered between his legs.
ÒHave you been disobedient?Ó the bearded man asked Vic, seeing his
ass red from the crop.
ÒShe-- she whacked me with it,Ó Vic said.
ÒNo doubt it was deserved,Ó the bearded man said. ÒAnd this will be
too.Ó He put his hands on VicÕs bottom. He spread the boyÕs cheeks.
ÒThere!Ó Glenda said. She grabbed the front of VicÕs underpants.
With a mighty pull, she yanked them up over his suddenly softened cock.
ÒIt worked!Ó Juliet cried.
The bearded man stood with his hands on VicÕs ass.
ÒDonÕt I get to put my finger up him?Ó the bearded man asked.
ÒNot now, dear. IÕve gotten his pants on. Pull up the back of them.Ó
ÒWe needed to get his pants on and his fear of you softened his dick
just enough to get it done,Ó Juliet told the bearded man.
ÒHe might need his prostate examined,Ó the bearded man offered. ÒI
could easily...Ó
ÒNo,Ó Juliet said. She eased the bearded manÕs hands off VicÕs
behind. ÒThank you. We just needed to get his pants on. You may go now.Ó
ÒPerhaps later,Ó Glenda said. She stepped behind Vic, protectively,
and pulled up the back of his pants.
ÒAre you sure?Ó the bearded man asked.
ÒYes, weÕre very fucking sure!Ó Vic said. He turned around. ÒFaggot!Ó
he said to the man.
ÒDonÕt insult me,Ó the bearded man said. ÒI helped you get your
pants on.Ó
I looked at VicÕs edible undies. They were brief, so small they
barely covered his pubic bush in front. His cock, re-enlarged since the
pants had been pulled into place, grew into the front of his shorts like a
ravenous snake hungry to strike. His testicles weighed heavily into the
underside of his shorts. I wondered if the weight of them would tear open
his pants. Curious to see him from behind, I walked round him and looked
at his bottom. Half of his white ass was covered. The suit was too short
to cover the rest. White and bare, it stuck up out of the back of his suit.
The upper half of his crack showed. I counted the red lines on his ass
where heÕd been whipped.
Glenda walked over to her refrigerator. She opened her freezer. She
called Juliet over and together they drew forth a cake. It was large,
covered with white frosting. It had red curlicues of icing running along
its sides. I walked over to it and gazed at it. The top of the cake was
decorated with red hearts. Glenda got out a box of candles from a drawer.
ÒItÕs an ice cream cake,Ó she said. ÒPralines and cream in one layer,
chocolate chip mint in the next.Ó She and Juliet poked candles into the top
of the cake. Then Juliet lit them.
ÒA candle for each of us,Ó Glenda said. There were 12 in all. When
the candles had been lit, Glenda took out a box of candy canes. She quickly
stripped the cellophane off six of them and stabbed them into the cake, so
that they stood upright. Finishing, she stepped back. ÒThere,Ó Glenda said,
admiring her handiwork. Gazing at the cake, I thought the big fat
candycanes sheÕd put into the top of it, each larger than the candles,
looked rather like penises. ÒThe two of you will carry the cake out,Ó
Glenda said to myself and Vic. ÒDo you think you can carry it, Chloe?Ó she
asked me.
ÒI hope so,Ó I said. My eyes were bright. ÒI like ice cream!Ó
ÒGood,Ó Glenda said. ÒGo ahead, then. The two of you pick it up.Ó
She looked at Vic. She picked up her riding crop. ÒDonÕt worry, I wonÕt hit
you with it,Ó she told Vic. ÒUnless you drop my cake, of course.Ó
ÒDonÕt worry. I wonÕt!Ó Vic said. He hefted the cake all by himself.
ÒNo,Ó Juliet said. ÒLet her help. Chloe must carry it too. This isnÕt
a gay party. ThatÕs why weÕve got both you and her playing cupid. Chloe?Ó
she said, and pointed to the cake. I went over to it and Vic put half of the
big cake into my outstretched hands.
ÒOooF! ItÕs heavy,Ó I admitted.
ÒBut not too heavy?Ó Juliet asked, hopefully.
ÒNot if we hoirry,Ó I said. My bosoms wobbled as immediately Vic
began moving forward with the cake. I struggled along beside him. The
bearded man, watching us both with eager eyes, opened the kitchen door
for us. We carried the cake out into the party room.
Whoops and hollars arose when the guests saw us. A woman began
clapping and everyone joined in. I saw my aunt. I blushed. She put her
hand to her mouth, suppressed a laugh, and smiled at me.
ÒWhere should we put it?Ó I groaned to Vic. My panties quickly
became trapped in my ass, showing my cheeks entirely, as I strove to keep
from dropping the cake. My bosoms jiggled in their too-small cups. I
worried they might pop free.
ÒOver here. On the table,Ó Vic said. He called out to someone: ÒMove
that shit out of the way!Ó A woman hurried over to the snack table and
picked up the tray of veggies and set it up on the wet bar.
We put down the cake. I let out a whoosh of air from my lungs with
relief. Vic smiled at me.
ÒYou should join a moving company,Ó he told me.
ÒThanks a lot,Ó I said. I reached back and prised my undies out of my
ass.
ÒVery good,Ó Glenda said, waltzing into the room. Juliet walked
beside her. Her long black formal gown trailed on the floor. Men and
women gazed with interest at her fanny as she passed them. Her bare
behind was a delightful surprise.
ÒMay we eat now?Ó Juliet asked. Discreetly she picked up a plate
from the end of the table, and a fork.
ÒFirst we must have someone blow out the candles,Ó Glenda told her
partner.
ÒI will!Ó I said. I raised my hand. Glenda smiled at me. She fingered
her crop.
ÒVery well,Ó Glenda said. ÒBut I must tell you the rules. If you fail
to blow out any of the candles, IÕm going to give your bottom one spank.Ó
ÒOh!Ó I said.
ÒDonÕt back out now,Ó Vic told me.
ÒI want to try, if she doesnÕt make it,Ó Juliet told Glenda. The
woman turned and gazed at her friend.
ÒVery well,Ó Glenda said. A sly smile came to her mouth. Juliet
blushed.
WHOOOOOSH! I bent forward and blew as hard as I could. But I didnÕt
move my face around enough, or didnÕt have enough air in me, or something,
because one of the candles, seemingly extinguished, flared to life again.
ÒOh, no!Ó I cried. ÒI got all but one of them!Ó I looked desperately at
Glenda. ÒIsnÕt that good enough?Ó I asked. Vic walked up behind me.
ÒNo,Ó Vic said. There was passion in his voice. His hands ran down
my back and fingered the seat of my panties. ÒMay I?Ó he asked.
ÒLet her,Ó Glenda told Vic.
Trembling, I reached back behind myself.
ÒOh, please not too hard!Ó I told Glenda. I pulled down the back of my
panties. She gazed at my ass with admiration.
ÒMy, so pretty and white,Ó Glenda said. ÒAnd you have such a nice
tan, otherwise. You need a good swatting back her, to give you some
color.Ó
ÒNo I donÕt!Ó I yelled. But it was too late. As I stood with my fanny
bared, my hands clutching my pulled down panties, Glenda drew back her
crop and struck. ÒOoooch!Ó I shouted. My panties still covered my dell in
front and to assuage the pain, I put one of my hands to my cunny and
rubbed it hard. A bloom of pleasure flowered in me, distracting me from
the bite of the cut. With my other hand I reached back and rubbed my hurt
bottom.
ÒSheÕs frigging herself!Ó Juliet said.
ÒThatÕs not allowed. Even for girls who are only 13,Ó Glenda said.
Vic grabbed my hand from my ass and lifted it, baring my bottom. Glenda
brought down her crop again.
ÒYouchchch!Ó I gritted. I frisked my dell harder.
ÒStop, I say!Ó Glenda ordered me. She hit me again.
ÒYikes!Ó I shouted. I yanked my hand away from my cunny and put it
over my ass. ÒStop!Ó I begged.
ÒVery good,Ó Glenda told me. ÒLet that be a lesson to you.Ó She
turned to her friend. ÒJuliet? Please re-light the candles. Then it will be
your turn to try to blow them all out.Ó
It was only after Juliet had tried, and failed, and had a bright red
crop-line imprinted on her nude bottom, that Vic figured out that pesky
last candle was special.
ÒItÕs one of those trick candles!Ó Vic said. ÒIt relights no matter
how many times you blow on it!Ó He blew hard. It ceased burning.
Seconds later, it flamed to life again.
ÒNo fair!Ó Juliet, rubbing her ass, said to Glenda. The woman
laughed.
ÒIÕm afraid IÕve fooled you both,Ó Glenda said. ÒYou may punish me
later for it. But, since this is my party, weÕre going to proceed for now to
the next item on the agenda.Ó
ÒWhich is?Ó Juliet asked, ruefully.
ÒIf you want a piece of cake, you must first take off your clothes,Ó
Glenda smiled.
ÒI donÕt want any, then,Ó I said.
ÒAh, Chloe,Ó Glenda said, eyeing me. ÒYou will have cake, young lady.
But first, as an inspiration to our guests, before you may eat cake, you
must undress Vic. With your mouth,Ó she said. She waved her riding crop
at me. She looked at the others. ÒRemember, folks. This cake is made of
ice cream. If you want anything other than melted mush, youÕll have to
undress quickly. And be polite, please. I havenÕt given anyone permission
for sex yet. WeÕll eat and mingle just as before, but without any clothes
on, thatÕs all.Ó
ÒMust we take everything off?Ó a woman asked.
ÒIf you have even a stitch left on you, you get no cake,Ó Glenda said.
ÒEat carefully. Inside each slice of cake will be a small key. It will be
needed for admittance to our private party room, where IÕll be checking
for keys at the door.Ó
Kisses were exchanged as couples began disrobing. Glenda called out
that we should be bold, and disrobe someone other than the lover whoÕd
brought us. In my case, IÕd only come with my aunt. Gazing around, I saw
sheÕd found a man and a woman who both began stripping her. She laughed,
did not see my inquiring eyes, and eagerly pulled at the womanÕs dress.
Vic drew me aside. Several couples stood watching us.
ÒEat my pants,Ó Vic told me.
ÒYou wish,Ó I told him. Vic reached out with his big hands. He
grabbed my head. ÒYeek!Ó I cried. He forced me to kneel. He put my mouth
to the front of his bulging shorts. ÒFree my penis with your teeth,Ó Vic
said.
I bit him. Not hard, just enough to make him grimace. He continued
pressing my head to his loins, bravely, and said: ÒNot my dick. Just the
pants over my dick.Ó
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó I said. He was so big and close, his manhood straining
to break free, that I suddenly felt sorry for him. I licked his groin. I bit
more carefully.
ÒYes,Ó Vic said. I worked at his shorts with my teeth. They tasted
good. His snakelike cock moved within his pants.
ÒOoook!Ó I cried suddenly. IÕd bitten a hole in his shorts big enough
for his cock to suddenly pop out of. It waggled in front of me.
ÒVery nice,Ó I heard a woman say, complimenting me. Vic dropped to
his knees.
ÒThanks,Ó Vic breathed to me. He bent and gnawed at my tits.
ÒHey!Ó I shouted.
ÒIÕve got to undress you too, girl,Ó Vic said. ÒDonÕt wiggle or IÕll
bite your nipples.Ó
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