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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SUMMER OF SIN
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Chapter Six
With her implements laid out neatly on the small folding tray table
next to me, Helene regarded the urgent wrigglings of my hips. Her long
loose curls hung down past her cheeks and her eyes and brushed lightly the
small frail bones of her shoulders and, lower down, the fulsome cleavage
of her tits. She wore her blouse, buttoned carefully over her breasts,
hiding the full splendor of her tits but too thin keep her tits from
sprouting. They poked up into the material like thorns hoping to tear it.
The shirt covered her arms completely, but left her belly sexily bare. She
touched her navel, leaning over me, stroking the indentation in her tummy
while gazing between my wrenched open buttcheeks at my puckered anus.
Amusement showed on her lips. ÒDo you have to pee?Ó Helene asked,
knowing I did. When I stared up at her balefully and nodded my head, she
only smiled. ÒDonÕt do it on the pillows,Ó she warned me. Then she turned
and, bare bottomed, clad in only her heels, her earrings, her long white
stockings and her blouse, she sashayed over to one of the walls enclosing
us in this room. She ran her fingers along a shelf on the wall. She found
what she was looking for, amongst the sex toys and dildos and
(incongruously) the Raggedy Ann Doll that were lying there on that shelf.
It was a gag. She took it down and walked over to me. Carefully, she
fitted it into my mouth.
ÒOhhhh!Ó I gasped. I needed to empty my bladder, not have a gag put
in my mouth! But despite my desperate need I was somehow strangely
receptive to the gag. I didnÕt fight it. A little, perhaps, but not enough to
keep Helene from fitting it into my mouth and then tying it with slow,
loving hands behind my head. Somehow I knew then that my whipping
would be just as slow, delivered with carefully placed cracks of the whip
that marked my bottom as if it were a painterÕs canvas.
I knew then IÕd never make it to the toilet. The thought stilled my
hips, for a moment, until I realized my pee was about to spritz out and had
to put all my willpower into holding it back. Helene finished tying my gag
and caressed my hair. Then she patted my bare rump and selected a long,
whippy cane from the tray.
I froze in my bonds. My breath exhaled anxiously and Johnnie, feeling
it blow across his cock, fought against his bonds with an urgent need to
cum. Helene passed her hand quickly across my bottom, as if to give it a
final, loving feel. Then, with just a touch of reluctance in her eyes, she
brought her cane down hard against my upturned fanny.
ÒZOOOOOWHIT!Ó the cane cracked across my ass. I bucked in my
bonds. The feel of it, after such a soft, caressing pat from HeleneÕs hand,
was a shock. I emitted a high wail into my gag but the the rubber that
composed it kept my scream from reaching HeleneÕs ears. My eyes blinked.
I felt my bosoms rise up from the bench and then crush back down into
them as I humped myself against the pillows supporting my hips.
ÒAh, yes. So young and quick to respond,Ó Helene smiled. She gave
me another lick of the cane. Ah, how it stung! It blazed down into my
fanny, imprinting itself on my cheeks, then springing up again, like some
boy quickly pinching my butt in the schoolyard, and then running away. I
was left to writhe and buck a second time, and to scream anew into my
gag.
My aunt, standing nearby, began inching her way toward Raul, who
lay in the baby pool, looking ridiculous, but with a cockring clasping his
dick and another ring scrunched up around his balls, sure to deliver an
electric jolt to his genitals if Helene found him unruly. She had placed the
box on the T.V. table next to me, to keep control of Raul, even though he
was on the other side of the room. The long wire that ran from the control
box to his genitals looked like an evil black snake, extremely thin and
extremely long, running across the floor.
In some restaurants there isnÕt room for tables, and so they set out
small, tall platforms that you can put your food on, after you buy it, in
order to eat it standing up. Helene had one of these platforms in her
basement. She noticed my aunt walking toward Raul and called out to her.
ÒRebecca!Ó Helene said sharply. ÒStop. Go to the feeding station,Ó
Helene said. She nodded to the tall, circular table against the wall, near
the refrigerator. Rebecca, bowing her head submissively, but giving a
small cry of dismay, and wriggling her hips with her urgent need to cum,
walked over to the feeding station. To see her hips as she walked,
swaying and wriggling with her pent-up desire, was truly breathtaking. I
wriggled my own, watching hers, and felt the long, hot lines of the cane
across my bottom and the desperation of my bladder, and wondered
whether this was not some sort of very sexy hell IÕd admitted myself to.
My breath, hot and bothered, flowed out my nose and past the gagged
corners of my mouth and tortured JohnnieÕs cock.
When my aunt was standing at the feeding station Helene bent, gave
my cheek a quick kiss, and walked over to her. She bent and showed us her
bottom, opening the small refrigerator sitting on the floor. She took out a
Saran-wrapped plate with a large cookie on it. She also took out a chilled
glass, and a pint of milk. She set everything up on the high table. Rebecca
watched her. Helene opened the container of milk. She poured it into the
glass. Then she lifted the glass to RebeccaÕs lips and forced her to drink
from it. My aunt resisted, a little, moving her hips and swaying, her bare
bosoms jiggling, but there was no way for her, with her hands bound
behind her, to keep the milk from passing inbetween her lips, if Helene
wanted her to have it. She might have shut her mouth, but then it would
have spilled down her front and Helene would have been certain to punish
her for that. So my aunt drank, wide-eyed and resistant, but drinking the
milk all the same, her long thin throat working to take it all down, as
Helene tipped the glass further and further into an angle, filling her
mouth.
When my aunt had been made to drink a full glass of milk Helene fed
her the cookie. My aunt took it in slow bites, eating it with, I thought, a
kind of relish, not resisting at all, as if something in her spirit had broken
and she was now a willing victim in HeleneÕs games. When the whole
cookie had been fed to her Helene poured her another glass of milk and
made her drink it all. My aunt didnÕt fight the glass this time. Instead she
drank it down like a greedy child, thirsty after a full meal.
ÒNow IÕm going to give you something a little less fun to drink, but
just as important,Ó Helene purred with satisfaction to my aunt. She bent
and opened the refrigerator again. She took out a bottle and a chilled
spoon. My aunt, reading what was on the side of the bottle, widened her
eyes in alarm. There was a white milk-mustache on her upper lip and she
licked it away as she stared at the bottle.
ÒYes, itÕs castor oil,Ó Helene smiled to Rebecca. ÒYouÕre going to
make a little poop on Raul. And, since youÕve just drank two glasses of
milk, perhaps youÕll need to pee too!Ó
ÒOh, no! ThatÕs awful!Ó My aunt found the courage to say. Helene
laughed.
ÒEverythingÕs awful down here, my child. But it will all end well, I
assure you. Unless youÕre disobedient, of course.Ó With my own bottom
blazing hotly, and my mind-boggling need to pee, I wondered how IÕd
offended her to be in such sad shape already. Then a chill ran up my spine.
If this was how I was treated when I hadnÕt done anything, how would
Helene treat me if I truly did something naughty?
Helene put a spoonful of castor oil to my auntÕs lips. Rebecca, wide
eyed, gazed down at the spoon, too scared to open her lips. Helene
whispered something and my aunt said ÒOhhhh!Ó in disgust, upon hearing it.
Helene jammed the spoon into her mouth. It was large, and my aunt looked
a bit silly with the big spoon sticking in her mouth, adding bulges to the
sides of her cheeks. Craning my head back behind me, I watched as my
auntÕs throat began to work. She swallowed the castor oil. When it had
all gone down her throat Helene removed the spoon from her mouth.
ÒYeck! That tastes awful!Ó my aunt replied.
ÒOne more,Ó Helene said, pouring out another spoonful into the spoon.
ÒOh, no! I could never--Ó my aunt began to say. Whereupon, seeing
her lips open, Helene popped the second spoonful into her mouth. My aunt
gave a girlish Òglug!Ó as she was forced to swallow it. Helene took the
spoon out of her mouth and set it down gently atop the refrigerator. She
put the cap back on the bottle of castor oil and put it away inside the
fridge.
Helene took my aunt by the arm. She led her over to the baby pool.
My aunt, anticipating already her need to make poop, feeling the castor oil
in her tummy, walked with waggling hips. She resisted a little the tugs of
HeleneÕs hand, but with her hands bound behind her, and ankle straps on her
legs, and wearing high heels but otherwise nude, she was hardly in a
position to do more than act awkward and childish. And with her tummy
now full of castor oil, there was little hope for her to be free. Even if
Helene had unbound her hands, and restored her clothes, what would my
aunt have done? We were quite a ways from home. There was no way she
could do anything now, with the castor oil doing its work inside her. Soon,
she would poop, and when the need for it came she would have no way to
keep her poop inside her. She was, now, truly imprisoned here, unless she
wanted to wind up pooping out in the street.
Helene had Rebecca step into the baby pool. Gazing down at the
hard-bodied, buff older man lying beneath her, my aunt at once tried
impulsively to sit on his upstanding dick.
ÒNo, no, dear Rebecca,Ó Helene smiled. ÒYou could do that anywhere,
could you not? You came to see me. We do things a little differently
here.Ó Helene turned Rebecca around, so that she was standing with her
jutting round bottom cheeks, high and childish, for she was only 19, above
the 40-year-old manÕs face. Despite being a gentleman, and rather
indisposed, with his cock fitted tight into an enclasping ring at its base,
he had a rough face. It showed a shadow of hair. I knew, just by looking at
it when heÕd arrived, that if IÕd kissed him I would have smelt a strong
after-shave smell coming off his swarthy cheeks. At the moment I could
not see him now, since he was down in the pool, but I could see his hairy
legs sticking up out of the pool and resting over itÕs edge. Just seeing
those big hairy legs of his made me remember the sight of his face.
Worse, sticking up all by itself, jutting up above the rim of the pool, I
could see the stem of his cock. It was big and knobby. A jewel of pre-cum
glistened at its tip, visible even to me as I lay over my pillows on the
other side of the room. It was strange, looking at it, and having JohnnieÕs
urgently stemming cock at the same time hard and stiff just inches away
from my head.
Oh, what had Rebecca and I gotten ourselves into? I had always
fancied myself a good girl. I hadnÕt even Ôdone itÕ until IÕd come to visit
Rebecca for the summer. Now I was lying belly-down, bottom-up, over
pillows, tied hard to a bench, and with two wicked cocks on view, both
men urgently working their hips with their need to spend!
ÒSit,Ó Helene told my aunt. Rebecca tossed back her long hair, as if
to show some independence from HeleneÕs command. Helene gave a quick
pat upon my auntÕs bare bottom, and I remembered again the sting of the
cane upon my own. My aunt sat down. She sat directly on RaulÕs face. He
gave a groan as her lovely big bottomed ass, so shapely and innocent, for
she was half his age, settled on his nose. I heard Raul inhale. Then,
sighing with pleasure, he exhaled, and my aunt squeaked as she felt his
breath rush out over her naked cunny. Then my aunt uttered a harsh gasp
as Raul, eager as a schoolboy, stuck his raw tongue up into her sex.
ÒNoooo!Ó my aunt cried. Yet as she said it she tossed her head back.
Her no became a throaty scream as, at last, she was able to find pleasure
on the manly seeking of RaulÕs big, muscled tongue. She wriggled her hips.
Raul groaned as my 19-year-old aunt ground her bare bottom down upon
his face. Imagine the perversity of his delight, as he realized, tonguing
her, that when her need to poop came, she would have no choice but to do
it right in his face!
My auntÕs head was pushed forward. Helene did it, pressing her hand
to the back of my auntÕs lovely head. My auntÕs long brown tresses spilled
forward, shading her big, wobbly breasts as she was made to bend her back
and lean down toward RaulÕs stomach. At first Rebecca resisted. Then,
seeing she was being made to lean down and grab at RaulÕs cock with her
mouth, she accepted. Raul gave a terrible, impassioned groan as RebeccaÕs
mouth made contact with his prick. It sounded like a beast caught
between the pleasure of an act and raw fear. For Raul knew that the
minute he spent, his time in the dungeon would be through. I imagined him
fighting hard now, working his hips against his innate desire, clenching
his bare bottomcheeks, straining to keep the seed of his desire within his
balls. Small licking sounds reached my ears as my aunt submissively
sucked on his cock. I wondered if, should he come now, Raul would have to
lie in the pool until my aunt pooped on him. Yes, I decided. Even if he
should spend immediately, Helene wouldnÕt let him rise until that wicked
deed had been done.
Helene watched the couple at her feet. She listened with bright eyes
to their groans and their sighs. She put a hand between her legs and
frigged her slit as she watched them. She gave a small cry of her own,
leaning her head back and enjoying a trembling that ran up her knees, clad
in her white stockings, to the very juncture of her thighs, bare and wet
and receptive, impaled now on her searching finger. When she had given
herself this small pleasure, Helene withdrew her finger. It was wet and
she bent down and ran it through my auntÕs bent head, drying it in her hair.
Then, with a quick laugh, Helene left the amorous couple and came walking
over to me. At once she picked up the cane.
ÒNo! Helene!!!Ó I tried crying over my gag. It was, suddenly, as if she
never had left me. Without so much as a loving glance at my face, Helene
gave me a hard crack across my bottom.
ÒWhooooo!Ó I shouted inside my gag. Two more strokes followed, and
suddenly my bladder burst. I felt the pillows wetten under me. I wriggled
my hips and tried to escape, struggling to crawl forward off the pillows.
It was impossible. I was tied fast to the bench and couldnÕt budge an inch.
With a sense of horror, staring wide-eyed first at Johnnie and then at
Helene, I released my pee onto the pillows.
ÒNaughty! Naughty! Naughty!Ó Helene cried. She whacked my exposed
bottom hard with her cane. Each stroke of the awful implement printed
pain-searing lines on my ass. I shrieked. My breath snorted out of my
nostrils and attacked JohnnieÕs stiffened, engorged cock. He groaned. He
begged me to stop my screaming. Each breath-jolting stroke of the cane
on my bottom was making me breathe gaspingly across him. With his cock
covered in Irish Cream, he felt newly enflamed each time the air from my
lungs passed around his penis.
ÒYes,Ó Helene said, satisfied with our suffering, as tears sprang to
my eyes and Johnnie bellowed that he could take absolutely no more.
ÒWould you like me to wipe off the cream, Johnnie?Ó Helene asked
sympathetically.
ÒPlease!Ó Johnnie begged. ÒMy cock feels like itÕs on fire!Ó
ÒA flaming penis,Ó Helene laughed. ÒLet me get a towel, dear, and
wipe it for you,Ó Helene said. Cringing and crying, I looked up at her as
she passed to the shelf on the wall. I watched the lascivious sway of her
hips. She put a finger down between her legs again, and gently frigged
herself. She was having a wonderful time, I saw, though it depended on all
of us suffering. She picked up a small towel. It looked warm and fuzzy.
She unfolded it. It was a hand-towel, slightly bigger than a washcloth.
She pranced over to Johnnie and with fire in her eyes, put a towel-covered
hand to his penis.
ÒUrgh!Ó Johnnie groaned. The little towel was made to pass
coaxingly around the shaft of his cock. Helene said nothing, worked
diligently, but I could see by the gleam in her eyes that she hardly felt she
was doing Johnnie a favor. He had been told not to cum. Now, with the
soft loving stroking of the towel, he went from the agony of the Irish
Cream to the equal agony of having such a wonderful soft thing as this
towel applied to his penis.
ÒNot-- not so--Ó Johnnie begged.
ÒWhat, darling?Ó Helene asked with a voice that dripped with
sympathy. ÒIs something wrong? You asked me to wipe off the cream,
didnÕt you?Ó
ÒYes, but--Ó Johnnie groaned. His dick was completely covered with
the hot cream and Helene had to work hard, with stiff but very loving
fingers, to wipe it off him. She might have tried wetting the towel first,
but instead she used it upon him just as it was. This meant she had to
press harder with her fingers to remove the cream. She seemed not to
mind the extra effort. She put her tongue into the corner of her mouth and
worked her hands. Her breasts, naked and free, hung heavily underneath
her. They swayed in time to the movements of her hands. Her lovely
curled hair hung down over her face. Wisps of it passed dangerously close
to JohnnieÕs engorged cock. Now and then a wisp of her hair tickled the tip
of his penis.
ÒNo! Stop!Ó Johnnie yelled suddenly. I gaped at his member. I was
working my hips with the pain of the cane that had struck me. Yet, as
doomed as I already was, with a red bottom and wet pee-stained pillows
under me, I felt a sudden sinking in the pit of my stomach, as if worse was
about to cum.
And it did! Suddenly, JohnnieÕs penis began spontaneously spurting.
At first I thought it was pre-cum, but then, as great gobs of white stuff
began erupting from his pee hole, I realized I was watching him orgasm. I
shrieked in my gag. His cum spurted into my face and my hair. Helene
laughed. She kept rubbing JohnnieÕs big stiff organ. She watched with
delight as he splattered my face with his jism. When at last he was done,
Helene dropped the hand towel to the floor. She put her fingers into an O
and gave JohnnieÕs cockhead a flick, as if to say, flicking him with her
fingers, that he was somehow inadequate, despite having a huge member
that had just erupted a Niagara of sperm upon me.
ÒWell, boys will be boys, I suppose,Ó Helene said disdainfully. She
rose. She turned and picked up the box that connected by a wire to RaulÕs
cock. ÒParting is such sweet sorrow,Ó Helene said. She turned a knob on
the side of the box. Then she depressed the bottom on top of it.
ÒYeeeeeowwwwch!Ó Raul, across the room, hollared.
ÒOh!Ó my aunt cried. She was sucking his dick and perhaps she felt
some of the electricity that now ran through his member, coming from the
box.
Helene took her finger off the button. ÒI think I gave this a little too
much juice,Ó she said, half to herself, half in apology to Raul, who
probably couldnÕt hear her, for he was still groaning, and had my auntÕs
lovely taut thighs gripping his head.
ÒOh, I have to go to the bathroom!Ó My aunt, still sucking at RaulÕs
cock, suddenly announced. ÒHelene!Ó she cried urgently. I watched as her
back and hips strained. Her bottom wasnÕt quite visible to me, being
mostly below the rim of the pool, but I imagined it tightening. She could
feel the castor oil down in her bowels now, and it was eager to make her
poop.
ÒYeeeeugh!Ó Raul yelled. Helene had depressed the boxÕs button
again.
ÒHelene! I must go!Ó my aunt yelled urgently.
ÒYou must go and he must cum,Ó my aunt laughed. She pressed the
button on her wicked little box again.
Suddenly, both parties in the 69Õed couple shrieked. My aunt, feeling
her bowels loosen uncontrollably, made a poop upon RaulÕs face. She later
admitted to me that, feeling her poop come, the wetness of it passing out
from the cheeks of her bottom and onto the face of a man old enough to be
her father, she suddenly felt an equal need to pee. And she did, the pee
running out of her cuntlips and down into RaulÕs gasping mouth. At the
same time, hunched over him, she felt his cock jet an upwelling of sperm
into her mouth.
ÒOh, how awful and yet how lovely it was,Ó my aunt confided to me
afterward, when we were at last alone together again. ÒI was peeing on
him, and he was cumming up into my mouth! I felt sorry for him, for I
know he could have held on longer, if Helene had not delivered those cock-
jolting spasms of electricity to his penis. But it was, I suppose,
necessary, if she was to treat me in the way that she did, giving me an
experience even my most girlishly depraved thoughts could never have
devised. Would never have devised,Ó she added. ÒFor it is too wicked,
except to think of it in retrospect, when IÕve had the experience and must
accept that it has happened to me.Ó She gave me a sly smile. ÒThere are
benefits to being a prisoner, you see,Ó she told me. ÒSome girls get drunk,
to assuage their guilt, and IÕve done that too. But to put yourself, not
being drunk, in someoneÕs hands... someone who knows how to take control
of you, and yet protects you, and cares for you...Ó My auntÕs words ended in
a sigh and she smiled happily at me, and said nothing, the glow in her eyes
telling me all.
That was much later, however, that we shared those inner
reflections. At the moment I was still bound belly-down over pillows to a
hard bench. Try as I might, I couldnÕt move, except to wriggle my bottom,
and lift my head a little, and wriggle my nose and shed a tear. Through a
gasping mouth I begged Johnnie to rescue me. He gazed down at me, his
cock level with my face, his big frame bound implacably to the tilt-board.
I saw to my horror that there was a sense of satisfaction in my eyes. HeÕd
spouted off; both men had, now. I heard Raul groan contentedly from the
baby pool. I couldnÕt see RaulÕs face (my aunt was still sitting on it) but I
could stare up at JohnnieÕs, and he seemed not to have a care in the world
now. HeÕd been a good boy, he knew, struggling to the last to retain his
sperm, and Helene would not be displeased with his performance. In fact,
I saw, as she turned toward him, that she had need of him, in order to see
that Raul was properly dismissed. Despite being 40 Raul was no slouch in
the muscles department. He could easily overpower all us girls, if he
wished, and even rape us too, I had no doubt. Johnnie had to be freed
before Raul got up, so that Helene could use Johnnie to ensure that Raul
did as she bid him.
Quickly, cooing with love for Johnnie and complimenting him, Helene
undid him from the board. Johnnie grinned, flexed his arms, and finally
stood.
ÒSee that Raul leaves when I tell him to,Ó Helene whispered to
Johnnie, and rose up on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
She looked at his penis. She smiled. It had shrunk after expending its
sperm, yet was still somewhat turgid. In an act of love, uncalled for by
the moment but inspired by seeing him thus, she darted to a shelf on the
wall. She returned with a stick of cherry flavored Natural Ice lip balm.
She took hold of JohnnieÕs organ. She pulled on it, stretching it out, her
fingers imparting a new rigidity to it just by touching it. When she had
his cock well-presented she flicked the cap off the Natural Ice, screwed it
up from the base to expose it, and began rubbing it all over his dick. She
even put some across his pee hole, causing Johnnie to wince, for he knew
the ÒiceÓ would impart a warm glow to his cock in just a few moments.
ÒDonÕt,Ó Johnnie begged, when he saw the ice passed over his pee
hole. ÒIt will burn,Ó he said.
ÒI know,Ó Helene whispered. She grinned. She covered every inch of
his long, meaty shaft, burnishing his penis with the ice as if it were a big
bronze phallus on some statue in a temple. Johnnie winced as he felt the
ice begin to take effect. I watched as his balls, so recently emptied, drew
up instinctively between his thighs. Did they hope to cool his penis by
discharging a new round of sperm through his pee hole? Or were they
simply reacting to JohnnieÕs fear? Even though he was being handled by
Helene, there was still a slight fear, for he was being manipulated for the
purpose of pain.
When she had finished, Helene dropped the Natural Ice to the floor.
Then she turned and, swinging her bottom salaciously, she walked over to
where my aunt still savored the feel of RaulÕs swarthy face upon her soft
cunt and bottom. She bent down and undid my auntÕs handcuffed hands.
Then she walked over to a shelf against the wall. There were towels
there, on the shelf, and Helene pulled down two from the pile and tossed
them to Rebecca. My aunt caught neither. One hit Raul on his dwindling
cock. The other landed on his belly. Rebecca sighed. She brushed back her
hair from her face. She looked rather like an Olympic gymnast whoÕd just
completed a competition as she picked up the towel off RaulÕs belly.
ÒUse them to wipe,Ó Helene told her. ÒThen it is time for you to go,
Raul. For you have cum.Ó
Raul groaned. Yet Rebecca, seeing he was no longer the man heÕd
been five minutes before, reluctantly got up off his face. She blushed as
she lifted her bottom off RaulÕs nose, she told me later. It had been
wedged up in her hiney-hole. Raul had tried to stanch the discharge of her
poop, by plugging her bottom with his nose. It hadnÕt worked. HeÕd gotten
shit-faced all the same.
With sheepish smiles, Rebecca and Raul stood up. Their limbs were
awkward. Rebecca stood unsteadily. Raul had to reach out a hand to keep
her from falling, himself looking wobbly-kneed as he passed a towel over
his face and his chest and wiped off her runny shit. Rebecca reached back
behind herself and cleaned her ass. It was a messy job.
Helene took a bottle of champagne from the refrigerator. She
uncorked it. She pointed its snout, spouting with bubbled liquid, at
RebeccaÕs hiney. My aunt, still standing in the baby pool, screamed as the
champagne squirted onto her bottom. Raul turned and presented his cock
and face to Helene and she sprayed him in both places. Then she tossed a
new towel to each of them. They wiped themselves some more.
ÒThatÕs better,Ó Helene said. She put the champagne bottle to her
lips and drank from it. Then she put her thumb over its mouth and shook it.
When it was well-shaken she aimed the neck of the bottle at her cunt and
removed her thumb and let the champagne spurt up onto her dell. She
shrieked, loving the feel of the cool, wet liquor as it spumed sperm-like
up within her cunt.
ÒHow do I get this cock ring off me if heÕs got the key up his ass?Ó
Raul asked, looking down at himself.
ÒOh, I completely forgot,Ó Helene blushed. She looked at Johnnie. An
evil light glowed in her eyes. ÒIÕm afraid, Raul,Ó she said, putting a finger
to her champagne-wettened cunt, Òthat if you want to get free of that
cock and ball apparatus youÕll have to enemize Johnnie to get that egg back
out of him.Ó
Johnnie looked appalled. His dick was burning with mineral ice,
causing him to flex his hips in a backward and forward motion. He stepped
away from the board where heÕd been bound. I saw that his gait was
awkward. It thrilled me to think of his rectum as erotic storage space, as
I watched from my bent-over position. I rubbed my cunny against the pee-
stained pillows underneath me and wished there was sufficient contact
between them and my dell for me to cum upon them. But there wasnÕt. My
eyes gazed with awe at JohnnieÕs behind. It was so small! Yet jammed up
inside those perfect male cheeks was a big egg with a key in it. A key
that Raul needed if he was to get his cock out of the electric ring that
coiled around it.
ÒThis is ridiculous,Ó Raul said. He wiped the towel he was holding
across his face again, removing the last traces of my auntÕs poop. She
glanced at Helene. I saw loving affection in her eyes, even though she was
still busy trying to get all the shit off her bottom by rubbing it with a
towel. Helene grinned at my aunt. I swooned, thinking of Raul forcing
Johnnie to bend down and show him his ass, so Raul could go digging in it.
Imagine that! Two grown men, neither one the least bit homosexual, yet
one having to offer his ass to the other, so it could be douched, with
enema fluid, like the cunt of a woman, and made to produce an egg!
ÒLet us make an event of it,Ó Helene, perhaps remembering her
original plan, announced. (She was ever wishing to control us. Her own
desire to cum, though, confused her thoughts sometimes.)
ÒAn event?Ó Johnnie asked. I watched as his bottomcheeks
tightened.
ÒWhat do you mean, an event?Ó Raul asked her.
ÒWhy, itÕs time you two shared some intimacies,Ó Helene laughed.
ÒYes, gentlemen! Imagine if you never did, hmmm? Perhaps you are both
missing out on something youÕd like, if only you tried it.Ó
ÒThatÕs ridiculous!Ó Raul gasped.
ÒYouÕre not gay, I know, dear,Ó Helene said to Raul, as if to assure
him. ÒAnd neither are you, Johnnie. But that doesnÕt mean you both canÕt
play at being gay. Especially since youÕve no choice, anyway.Ó She smiled.
ÒBoth of you should be glad we girls are here. Three girls, eager to watch.
Just remember that, and you two shouldnÕt have any problem. Cum now.
Do as I say and donÕt disappoint me and Rebecca here. Just look at how
delighted her eyes are. Even little Chloe is mesmerized by the thought of
you two getting it on!Ó She glanced over at me. They all did.
ÒGod, this is ridiculous,Ó Raul sighed.
ÒTry living with her,Ó Johnnie said.
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