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D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
A Mansion for Masochists
Part Sixteen
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Twelve
"Mmm, such a big beast," Vicki said in mock admiration. "I hope
we don't run out of cream before we get his whole dick lathered up."
Alicia was applying the cream in long, loving strokes from the root of
Mick's rod to its crown. A drop of pre-cum began forming at the tip.
Vicki added the cum to her creamy fingers and applied it as well,
asking Mick for more.
"Do you want your balls done too?" Alicia asked. Mick winced and
shuddered.
"No thanks, the dick is enough," Mick breathed. The girls were
just applying the finishing touches to Mick's creamed member,
affecting the air of fine artists, when the door to the room opened. The
girls looked up with surprise and met Lilith's shocked stare.
"Uh, hi honey, what brings you home so soon?" Mick asked.
"I got a traffic ticket," Lilith said. "It depressed me, so I decided
to come home. I see you haven't been ignoring our guests." The girls
looked slightly relieved at Lilith's forbearance. This was, after all, her
husband, but it was his money which funded her expensive lifestyle.
"Mick's going to take us riding," Alicia said to Lilith. The woman's
eyes alighted upon Vicki, whom she had not seen before naked.
"My, you would look delicious tied to my four-poster bed," Lilith
said. Vicki blushed with surprised embarrassment.
"Perhaps later," Mick said to Lilith.
"Of course," Lilith said. She turned on her heels. "Don't let me
disturb your little play. Call me if you need me...or my whip." With that
Lilith was gone. The door swung toward its frame, but did not close.
"Let's go, girls," Mick said. "The horses are waiting." Both girls
rose and Mick took each of them by the hand. Together they walked out
of the room, Alicia leading the way, Mick following, Vicki in tow.
Stepping outside, they luxuriated in the feel of the sun on their nude
bodies as they walked hand-in-hand down the grassy hill to the stable.
They walked three abreast, the girls' bosoms pertly pointing the way on
either side of Mick. Below his penis stood erect, gleaming in the sun,
also pointing out the direction they were to walk. Lilith watched
unobserved from the window, her whip dangling by her side. She flicked
it once, wishing she could possess the bottoms that retreated before
her.
A butler stood on the near side of the lower field, holding the
reins of two fine Arabian stallions. Over each horse's back was draped
a blue velvet cloth. There were no saddles. About halfway down the
side of each of the cloths leather stirrups had been sown into the
velvet. The wind briefly flipped one of the cloths up and underneath one
could make out that a strap, also sown into the velvet, passed under the
horse's belly to keep the cloth in place.
While coming down the slope Alicia had mentioned to Mick that
Vicki was an anal virgin, much to the girl's chagrin. Now the trio stood
before the first of the horses.
"I will ride with you, Vicki," Mick said. Alicia placed a hand on
Vicki's shoulder and kissed her on the cheek. Vicki stared at the velvet
mount, soon to be the scene of her anal denouement.
"It'll be fun," Alicia breathed to Vicki. "He's already taken me
there, and he was gentle."
"If you insist," Vicki said softly, almost in a trance. At Mick's
urging she stepped into the stirrup that faced her. Mick palmed her
bottom, pushing her upward as she swung her leg over the back of the
horse. The horse whinnied as Vicki settled atop him. She gazed down
at her friends, suddenly transformed into a regal empress, albeit with
"new" clothes.
"I've never been on a horse before," Vicki gushed.
"Hang tight, I'll be there in a minute," Mick replied. He walked
Alicia over to her mount and helped her up.
"Think you'll be O.K.?" Mick asked Alicia.
"Sure, I've done some riding," Alicia said. "Not like this you
haven't," a little voice said in the back of her head as her pussy lips
spread upon the soft, warm velvet. Alicia adjusted her posture and felt
the velvet make contact against her clitoris. The butler handed her the
reins for her horse.
"What's his name?" Alicia asked the butler of the stallion, petting
his mane.
"Windsor," the butler said.
"Such a royal name," Alicia cooed to her steed. He shifted and
neighed. If the butler felt consternation at not being asked his own
name he did not show it.
Mick, meanwhile, had fitted Vicki's feet into the stirrups and then
mounted behind her. The head of his stiff penis jabbed at her bottom,
but he made no effort to enter her. The butler handed the reins to
Vicki, and Mick reached around her to hold them with her. At a word
from Mick both stallions leapt forward.
Mick and Vicki raced across the field, which was bordered by
trees. Alicia, her own steed under her nominal control, kept pace
beside Mick and Vicki. Behind them the butler watched for a moment,
then turned back toward the house. Lilith would be waiting for his
bottom.
The forest that comprised the majority of Mick's estate closed in
on them as they reached the far side of the field. Together the trio
rode through quiet glades and along dappled paths.
"I'm giving you the reins," Mick said a bit later to Vicki. The girl,
having let her hands slip down to her thighs, retook the reins in a
tentative grasp. The stallion slowed to a canter, as did Alicia's beside
them. Mick reached down and put his hands to Vicki's bottom. "Stand
up," Mick said to Vicki. After a moment's confusion the girl realized
what was wanted of her and rose in her stirrups, lifting her seat
several inches off the velvet. Mick grasped the inrolling cheeks of
Vicki's bottom with his hands. He separated them. He urged his hips
forward and planted the head of his penis against Vicki's anus. "Settle
back down, slowly," Mick commanded. Vicki eased herself back down
onto the velvet, Mick's penis an ever greater pressure on her anal
sphincter as she did so.
"I'm not sure I like this," Vicki protested. Just then the horse
stepped down into a dry stream bed, jostling its riders. Mick's prick
inadvertently thrust forward, sinking its crown fully within Vicki's
rectum.
"I'm in!" Mick whooped, admiring the shaft of his penis, whose
head had now disappeared within Vicki's bottom. Vicki, now seated
fully upon the velvet again, squirmed. It would be quite a different ride
from now on.
"We'll ride this way for awhile," Mick said, leaning his face over
Vicki's shoulder. He lifted both hands and cupped Vicki's jiggling
breasts. Vicki guided the horse with frightened hands, hoping to keep
the rest of Mick's dick at bay by making the ride as smooth as possible.
With each step, however, she felt Mick's greased dick sinking slightly
deeper within her, impaling her by degrees on his rod of love.
"Let's gallop," Alicia suggested as the trio stepped out from the
trees onto another field.
"N-noo," Vicki protested, but in vain. Mick urged his horse
forward as Alicia raced ahead. Confident now, Alicia stood up in her
stirrups. Her regal bottom shone in the sun, offering itself to Mick's
member, teasing him. Her long blonde mane trailed behind her, flying in
the wind. Vicki cried out, her own bottom no longer sleeping in virgin
serenity. With each gallop of the horse Mick's dick plunged deeper, with
little effort required on the part of Mick, despite the tightness of the
passage.
As the horse reached the middle of the field, which ran for
several miles, Mick found himself fully ensconced. Now each gallop of
the horse caused Vicki's bottom to bounce upon his rod. He was fucking
Vicki's ass without having to do anything himself. Vicki attempted to
stand in her stirrups, in imitation of Alicia, but Mick placed a firm hand
on her shoulder. She was to remain upon his prong until he said
otherwise.
Silent tears streaked down Vicki's cheeks as she pulled up with
Mick beside Alicia.
"Poor darling, it can't be all that bad," Alicia, sitting down again,
said to Vicki.
"It is!" Vicki sobbed, but felt like a spoiled little girl as she did.
Mick asked Alicia to take off her belt and hand it to him. Alicia,
wondering how the belt could be used on Vicki's bottom while she was
sitting on Mick's lap, nonetheless handed the leather strap to him. Mick
admired it for a moment and then swung it at Alicia, barely missing
her.
"Eeek!" Alicia screamed, and urged her horse forward into another
sprint, standing up again as she did so. Mick followed in hot pursuit,
the trees before them quickly giving way to another field. Mick swung
at Alicia's bottom again, and this time he hit. One strike was followed
by another. Vicki, meanwhile, sobbed as she bounced uncontrollably
upon Mick's prick.
Alicia's bottom became striped with pink streaks, and when Mick
finally heeded Alicia's cries to desist the blonde could only sit down
again with difficulty.
"Ouch!" Alicia pouted as her bottom came into contact with its
velvet seat. There seemed to be no end to the desire people felt to see
her lovely fanny respond to leather. The horses were walking slowly
now, side by side. Mick draped Alicia's belt over his neck and admired
her snowy breasts as they jiggled in the brilliance of the afternoon sun.
"Are we still on your property?" Alicia asked, squirming
delicately in an attempt to relieve the pain in her bottom.
"Probably not," Mick said nonchalantly. He eased Vicki upward and
the girl, relief spreading across her face, stood up as best she could
after the ordeal and heard a sucking sound as Mick's prick, still stiff,
withdrew from her rectum. A pop was heard, and she felt pre-cum upon
the rosette of her sphincter.
"You still haven't come!" Alicia exclaimed, her eyes riveted on
Mick's dick.
"I guess that hand job you girls gave me back at the house inured
me to coming," Mick smiled. "That and the prospect of taking your
bottom." Mick dropped from Vicki's steed and sprang onto Alicia's. The
girl squealed, but Mick had her by the shoulders before she could even
think of jumping off.
"Up," Mick commanded. Alicia obeyed, her relief at raising her
scorched bottom from the velvet mixed with apprehension at what such
a posture boded. No sooner had she risen than Mick slipped the head of
his rod between her cheeks and began forcing her back down.
"Now you're going to get it," Vicki said to Alicia, looking like a
little girl who had just suffered a spanking but was anticipating seeing
a compatriot suffer the same fate. Alicia cried out as her bottom
lowered toward Mick's lap. Her eyes, a wild look in them, stared
unseeing at Vicki's tear stained cheeks. Mick urged the horse forward.
Vicki sat still upon her unmoving stallion, afraid to ride it
without Mick. Around her Mick galloped with Alicia, the girl shrieking
in pleasure and pain as his rod imbedded itself deeply within her
intestines and she bounced upon it. Vicki felt a twinge of unexpected
envy, even as she shifted her derriere upon the velvet in an attempt to
dissipate the discomfort in her rectum.
It was after sunset when the stable was regained and Mick helped
the girls to dismount. They had both been fucked repeatedly, Mick
loosing his seed in three successive orgasms before his loins finally
gave out. The girls stood with difficulty, both as a result of the riding
and the thoroughness with which their intestines had been introduced
to the male member. Gently Mick led them back up the hill toward the
house. In the distance, through an open window, they heard the crack of
leather across bare flesh. Above them stars winked approval as they
crossed the final yards to the mansion and were urged inside. No
sooner had they entered than they found themselves on the edge of a
crowd that was participating in a masked ball. Admiring partiers
pressed drinks into their hands.
A perspiring Lilith left off striking a serving girl with her whip
and sashayed over to Alicia and Vicki. She took each girl by the elbow.
Her breath was hot upon their skin as she faced them. The girls, chilly
from being outside, resented not Lilith's exhalations. Lilith was taller
than both of them, and they looked up at her with wide eyes, as if
begging forgiveness for frolicking with her husband.
"Well, I guess your little anuses aren't quite as tight as when you
left, eh?" Lilith asked. There was a wicked gleam in her eyes.
"They're quite sore," Alicia said. Vicki nodded in mute agreement,
as if hoping her acknowledgement would permit her release from
Lilith's grasp.
"Lilith, you're not thinking..." Mick began. He reached out as if to
break Lilith's hold on the girls.
"Indeed I am," Lilith replied. "I should think to take advantage of
their anuses whilst they're still stretched." She twirled the two girls
about and walked them from the room, the guests following.
Down the hall a door was opened by a butler. Alicia gasped as she
stepped inside, putting a hand to her throat. Vicki began trembling
uncontrollably. Before them stood half a dozen posts, affixed to the
floor, waist high and thick as broom handles. Atop each, comprising the
final foot, was a semi-flexible rubber phallus. Each one was larger
than the one next to it. Lilith stood between the girls, regarding them
warmly.
"Do either of you know how one of the kings of England was
killed?" Lilith asked.
Alicia found her voice and asked meekly, "It didn't have anything
to do with putting something up his bottom, did it?"
"My, such a bright girl," Lilith said. "You are quite right. Nobody
was allowed to mark the king's flesh, but he had to be executed. Don't
ask me why. So they heated up a metal pole, much like the ones before
us, and shoved it repeatedly up his rectum until they had burned all his
insides out." Vicki let out a little cry. Alicia gulped loudly.
Lilith broke from the girls and walked forward to the nearest
post. She took a handkerchief from her corsage and grasped the dildo
atop it. She gave a sharp tug on the dildo and pulled it off the post.
"The dildos are made of thin rubber. The base of each dildo is hollow,
so that it can be fitted over the top of the post," Lilith said, looking
like the villain in a James Bond movie just prior to Bond's intended
death. "Inside each dildo, at the bottom, is a little plug. I had the
serving girls fill the dildos with boiling water and then plug them. The
dildos are quite hot, which is why, of course, I need the hankie." Lilith
replaced the dildo atop its post.
Alicia and Vicki each felt a man seize her from behind. Looking
back, they saw that two of the male guests, bereft now of pants, had
grabbed them. The men's erect penises prodded their bottoms. Despite
the tenderness of her rectum, Alicia found herself wishing that it was
the penis at her bottom that was about to sodomize her. Instead, she
knew that her rectum was reserved for the inanimate pricks which
stood in all their evil glory atop the poles.
Several young women, their eyes masked but their bottoms bare,
walked up to the rubber phalluses. One touched her finger to the top of
a prick and then drew back just as quickly from its heat. She turned
and, standing on tiptoe, teasingly made to fit the prick between her
bottom cheeks. Her lips parted and her eyes closed as the hot rubber
came into contact with her skin, causing her to issue a soft moan.
Bravely, she pushed the rosette of her anus down upon the prick's tip,
sucking in her breath as it touched the entrance to her nether hole.
"Did it burn you?" a female asked as the girl drew her fanny from
atop the rubber dick.
"Not quite," the girl said, her hands going back to massage her
nether cheeks, "but it is hot."
D R E A M G I R L S L E T T E R S
HOW TO PASS THE STATE BAR
Dear Jim Corrigan,
I am busy studying for my state bar. But IÕm concerned that I might
not pass. Do you have any ÔtipsÕ on how to pass? - Concerned in GA
Dear Concerned in GA - Your problem is not unique. I faced the same
problem myself, some years ago. I had gone to an excellent law school,
Swinger Law School, in Roseholeville, run by one Dean Ruler, but, due to
my many outside activities (running for political office, etc.), I barely
graduated. Hence, I was in a bind. I was desperate.
I got a friend who knew the bar inside and out. I arranged for him to
sit in a nearby van while I went inside the testing center and took the bar.
The first obstacle I faced was, how to communicate the test question to
my expert friend? I got a small camera, in the form of a tie-pin, from a
Spy Shop. I placed the tie-pin sized camera on my tie.
The second obstacle I faced was, having communicated the test
question to my friend, how to get the answer from him? I considered the
solution of my former pastor, Peter Popoff. As you might remember, he
wore a Ôhearing aidÕ which his wife used to communicate with him about
his parishionersÕ disabilities. (Which Peter then proceeded to Ôheal.Õ)
However, I knew the Georgia state bar was no bunch of dummies. If I came
walking in with a hearing aid, they would probably catch me.
I opted instead for a dildo. I shoved it up my ass. Fortunately, I
knew morse code. After I communicated the question (via my tie-pin
camera) to my friend outside, he would type the answer back to me in
morse code. Each dot and dash of the morse code would cause the dildo in
my rectum to briefly buzz. Feeling the buzz, I would literally feel the
answer. Then I would write it on my paper and proceed to the next
question.
Some drawbacks: The essay questions were tough. You cannot
imagine how difficult it was for me as hundreds of Ôdot dot dash dashÕ
buzzes fired off in my rectum. Also, my friend was a pervert. He was
constantly communicating to me in morse code to Òmove the camera a
little to the right, a little to the left,Ó etc. I would do so, thinking he
needed to see the question, only to find out that he actually wanted to
zoom in on some girlÕs butt.
So, there you have it. My solution will give you your needed answers
in your gut (or, more accurately, in your bowels), but your ass will be sore
for days afterward. And make sure you donÕt get some damn pervert to
give you the answers, or half the test period will be wasted looking up
girlÕs dresses, etc. Once youÕre an attorney, of course, you can just look
everything up, so the whole idea of testing is stupid, in my opinion. Other
than not being able to remember what a tort is, I have not had any problem.
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