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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SUMMER OF SIN
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Chapter Thirteen
Lost in our passion, we tore at each otherÕs private parts with our
teeth. Vic chewed on my breasts, slowly consuming my candied bikini bra.
I bent when I could and applied my mouth to his edible Speedos. We kissed
between bites. We licked the intimate parts of ourselves that broke free
of our undies.
I swallowed down a piece of VicÕs edible shorts that had covered his
balls. They dangled freely now, large and tight-drawn, bulging obscenely
between his legs.
ÒYou look full,Ó I whispered to him.
ÒI am,Ó Vic confided. He kissed my cheek hard.
ÒLet me help,Ó I said. There was urgency in my voice. His fingers
trailed in my snatch, seeking, wetting themselves on my juices.
ÒI-- I want you,Ó Vic breathed in my ear. He kissed me again.
I heard a sharp crack. Vic, holding me, jerked. I felt his muscles
ripple.
ÒOwwww,Ó Vic whined. He took one of his hands from me and
reached back behind himself.
ÒI didnÕt do--Ó I began, then opened my eyes and looked up. Glenda
stood over us. She held her riding crop in her hand.
ÒYou may both eat your cake now,Ó Glenda said.
ÒIÕm not hungry for cake,Ó I told her. I threw my arms around VicÕs
neck. He, however, stood up, drawing me with him. Clinging to him, I soon
found myself dangling with my feet well off the ground. He set me down.
ÒIÕm still wearing pieces of my swimsuit,Ó Vic said to Glenda. The
whole front of his swimsuit had been torn away, and was being digested in
my belly. But the back of his suit still remained, covering his ass. I
looked at his loins hanging out of the hole in the front of his swimsuit and
giggled. As for myself, my bra was nothing but a string hanging loosely
around my neck. The cups had been ripped open by VicÕs teeth. They now
lay in his belly, tasty morsels of sugar. My panties were shorn off me,
completely, leaving me bare-hipped, save for a single thread of edible
fabric that ringed my waist like a belt.
Glenda admired the fine, hard length of VicÕs cock.
ÒThere will be much frivolity, including the kind where private parts
are conjoined,Ó Glenda said to Vic and myself. ÒHowever, you must be
obedient in the meantime. Please do as I say. Come and have your cake.Ó
She took hold of VicÕs large, masculine body and turned him slightly. She
bent. She trailed her lips down his hard muscled back and finally brought
them to his bottom. She opened wide. She bared her teeth and ripped the
back of VicÕs Speedos away. She chewed and swallowed. She stood erect
again.
ÒAnd yourself?Ó Vic asked.
ÒMe? Would you like to see me naked, Vic?Ó Glenda inquired. A
smile dawned on her lips. She had been so busy instructing others, she had
not thought to undress herself, or have it done to her.
ÒYes, you!Ó I cried. Vic and I suddenly attacked her. Glenda
screeched. She waved her crop. But she didnÕt strike us. Lustily we
ripped open her gown. We tore the expensive straps, we bared her breasts,
we pushed the dress to her hips. Then, impulsively, both Vic and I
fastened our mouths on her lovely teats. Like babes competing for a
motherÕs attention, we fed at her breasts. They were large, slumbrous,
big round young motherÕs tits that, denuded, almost begged for attention.
We suckled affectionately, hungrily. Glenda laughed and fondly fingered
my bare slit and VicÕs rock hard penis.
ÒThatÕs it. ThatÕs it,Ó Glenda murmured. I felt her diddling fingers
in my slit quickly bringing me to orgasm. Vic, beside me, groaned. I loved
the touch of her hand. How could she scold us if we came under her own
fingers? I sucked at her tit harder. Vic did the same.
ÒOh! No, we must not,Ó Glenda said suddenly. She yanked on our hair.
I let out a screamy moan and my mouth broke its contact with her tit. It
glowed wet with my saliva. Vic groaned again. His mouth rose off her
breast. ÒWe have much yet to do,Ó Glenda breathed. Her face was flushed.
I looked at her with guilty eyes. Vic caught at her hand and took it from
his head and tried to get it applied again to the long stem of his cock. She
resisted.
ÒIf they wonÕt eat each other, let them eat cake,Ó Juliet murmured. I
turned. She was half-naked, like Glenda. The top of her dress had been
yanked open, but it ringed her hips alluringly, too tight to fall to her feet.
Her large breasts bounced heavily on her chest. She handed Vic and I each
a large slice of cake. We were served the cake on plates made of china,
with forks, that we might eat, despite our nudity, with a measure of
politeness. ÒThere is coffee also, at the wet bar, if you wish it,Ó Juliet
said. ÒEat carefully. There should be a silver key inside each of the
pieces. I wouldnÕt want you swallowing it. Although,Ó she looked at Vic.
ÒIf you choke, mouth to mouth would be a pleasure. I know how to do it.
Just in case.Ó
ÒIÕm not planning on choking,Ó Vic said. He seemed angry. He was
desperate to cum and he didnÕt like waiting for it. His cock stood stiffly
between his legs. We three females admired it. It twitched under our
eyes. His every movement gave it an exaggerated waggle. He shifted his
hips back and forth.
ÒOoooh! I found mine!Ó I cried. I lifted a silver key from the half-
eaten piece of cake on my plate. Crumbs dropped off it and I showed it to
Glenda and Juliet. Vic murmured something. He reached up to his mouth
and pulled out a key. It was wet from being within him. He showed it to
me and we smiled.
ÒWeÕre ready,Ó Vic said.
ÒVery good,Ó Glenda replied.
Laughing, giggling, and all of us nude, the 12 of us made our way to
the room reserved for the more private portion of our party. Several
women, including my aunt, sucked seductively on candy canes as they
walked, taken from the cake. I wanted a candy cane but Vic wanted to be
first in the room, and heÕd pulled me along with him, not letting me grab
one. A woman handed me her own. I thanked her. I put it in my mouth. It
was wet from her lips. I didnÕt care. I sucked it. It was big and hard and
sweet.
ÒYou have a lovely body,Ó the woman, a redhead, said to me.
ÒThankooo,Ó I murmured, over my candycane. ÒOoors is nice too,Ó I
told her. And it was. She had long lustrous red hair tumbling down from
her head and growing quite neatly between her legs. Her skin was white,
flawless. Big red cherry nipples bounced at the tips of her breasts. Her
long legs were thin and supported by pretty red heels. Her bottom swayed
as she walked. I tore my mouth from my candycane suddenly and pressed
my face to her breasts. I caught one of her nipples between my teeth. At
the same time, with the candy cane sheÕd just handed me, moist from my
own lips, I stabbed her between her legs.
ÒOh!Ó the woman gasped. Then she laughed, grimacing a little as I
pushed more deeply into her snatch with the candy cane. I felt both
babyish and manlike at the same time; sucking on her breast, violating her
with the big candy cane.
ÒNot here! Not here, dears,Ó Glenda admonished. ÒWe have a nice
party room for our games. DonÕt get down and start doing each other in the
hall!Ó
Everyone laughed, pleasantly. They were standing around myself and
the woman, crowding in to see. Hands surreptitiously found private parts
and gently massaged them as people watched. Glenda pulled me off the
woman. Gently she detached my mouth from her breast. She pulled my
candy cane out of the womanÕs hot slit.
ÒThatÕs it. ThatÕs it,Ó Glenda told me. ÒHere, letÕs go into our
special party room. Then we can play.Ó She took my key. She walked over
to a door along the hallwayÕs right wall. She inserted the key into the
handle of the door and turned it. The door swung open.
We entered the party room. It was lit with soft lamps that
resembled antique gas lamps. There were mattresses on the floor. They
butted up against each other, so that there was hardly anyplace at all to
stand. I dropped to my knees on a mattress. I crawled across it. Vic did
the same, following me. I sensed, though I did not turn back to look, his
cock waggling fiercely between his legs as, dog-like, he came after me
across the mattress. At last I stopped, sat down. I turned around. He
stared at me. He was on his hands and knees and his penis hung turgid
between his legs.
The others came into the room. Everyone settled on the mattresses.
There was a bowl of fruit in the center of the room. It contained several
bunches of bananas. There was also a bucket of ice. In it was a big can of
sugar-free whipped cream. In addition to these, there were several tubes
of benzocaine scattered around the display of fruit. And, strangely, in
addition to the benzocaine, which I had already learned was used to
prolong a maleÕs erection, there were several bottles of ÒMidnite Fire,Ó an
Irish cream that had just the opposite effect of benzocaine. While the
former was used to desensitize a manÕs organ, that he might last longer,
the latter, when applied, imparted a discomforting heat. I pitied the poor
men. Were they to endure both? How could they? And the ice, too, could
be used on the menÕs penises to further torment them. For those who did
manage to last, there was, finally, an assortment of colored condoms. I
longed to see the men decorate themselves with those erotic lengths of
latex. Perhaps Glenda would let us skip the games and the torment and get
right down to fucking. But, casting my eyes up to hers, I saw them
twinkle, with great mischief, and knew my pussy would have to wait.
ÒNow, children,Ó Glenda laughed. She gazed round at all of us. She
counted us to make sure we were all present. Then she told a man next to
the door to lock it. He did, then knelt back down with the rest of us. We
all looked at Glenda, waiting on the mattresses for her orders. ÒNow,Ó
Glenda repeated. ÒI want each of you girls to ensure that each man has
benzocaine applied to his penis. To keep him hard. When youÕve done that,
smear some Midnite Fire over his loins. We donÕt want things to be too
easy for him. Men, itÕs your duty to hang on to your seed. DonÕt cum in the
girlÕs hands as they fondle you. WeÕve a long night ahead and I expect you
all to be hard until the morning. Then, weÕll have you don condoms, and you
can finish us girls off. But not until then. Remember, waiting for it is
half the fun.Ó
ÒNo it isnÕt,Ó Vic groused.
ÒVic! Shhhh,Ó I scolded him. ÒHere, let me do your penis for you.Ó
ÒIÕm already on a hair trigger,Ó Vic told me. I tutted.
ÒBe good, Vic,Ó I said. I felt suddenly quite mature, even competent,
in the realm of sex. ÒIf you spurt all over my hands I spank your bare ass.
How would you like that? You own sperm, smeared all over your tight
little buns.Ó
ÒAnything would be okay, at this point,Ó Vic groaned.
ÒYouÕve already got the benzocaine on,Ó I told him. ÒHere, let me
apply the Midnite Fire. That should be fun.Ó
ÒDonÕt breathe on it. ItÕll make it hotter,Ó Vic warned me. I grinned
at him.
ÒDonÕt count on it,Ó I teased.
ÒGod, thatÕs awfully warm,Ó Vic said as, taking a bottle of Midnite
Fire, I began rubbing it onto his shaft. He wiggled like a big log in my
hands. I bent low. I exhaled. ÒOoooh!Ó Vic groaned.
ÒUs girls know how to keep men like you under control, even if we
are littler,Ó I told Vic.
ÒYes, you do... until I grab your small little ass and ram myself up
it,Ó Vic said.
ÒMy cunt, you mean,Ó I told him. Vic grinned mischievously.
ÒYou hope,Ó Vic answered.
In a few minutes, the menÕs cocks had all been anointed. They
groaned as the heat imparted by the Midnite Fire caused their penises to
feel erotically enflamed. We girls settled back and smiled. Imagine, the
whole room was full of randy men, crazed nearly out of their minds with
full loads of sperm and burningly hot cocks! Instinctively, I checked my
hair, passing my hand up through it and wishing I had a mirror. Despite my
nudity, with this many men eyeing me, I wanted to be sure I looked my
best! I glanced over at Rebecca. She was between a man and a woman. He
was hard as stone. His cock glowed with the oils and creams that had
been applied to it. RebeccaÕs fingers ran coaxingly along the stem of his
dick, reassuring him that he might cum soon, but not yet, not yet. At the
same time his wife played in RebeccaÕs slit with her fingers. Rebecca
winced as the woman probed deeply. She shifted her hips. The woman
kissed RebeccaÕs cheek and murmured something. Rebecca lifted her
bottom off her heels. The woman passed her hand back and pressed a
finger up inbetween RebeccaÕs nether cheeks. RebeccaÕs eyes bulged. I
guessed she was being poked in her hineyhole by the woman. But she didnÕt
complain. She only bit her lip, and kept running her small fingers down the
length of the manÕs cock.
ÒNow, everyone! Kneel on all fours, like youÕre a doggie, and we shall
play our first Newlywed Game,Ó Glenda announced. She waved her riding
crop in the air to get everyoneÕs attention. We obeyed. Even Rebecca and
the man and woman with her ceased their genital explorations and obeyed.
I gazed around at all the women. Their breasts hung down with fulsome
promise, like cows udders waiting to be milked. The menÕs cocks hung
hard and expectant between their legs. Glenda took a banana from the
bunches of them in the middle of the room. Strangely, no one had touched
them. I guessed we all had sensed they were reserved, for the erotic
games Glenda intended for us. Now I watched as Glenda peeled one of the
bananas. She peeled it all the way down and tossed aside the skin. She
picked up a can of whipped cream. Carefully, she squirted a single line of
cream down the entire length of the banana.
ÒNow,Ó Glenda said. ÒHere is how we will play. First, I need you to
break up into teams of two. Two girls, a girl and a guy, it doesnÕt matter.
Just choose a partner. Kneeling, I want you to face your partner. Your
partner will kneel facing you. You may kiss each other if you like, but then
get back a little, for guess what is going to be placed between your
kissing lips?Ó
ÒWhat?Ó I asked. My voice was eager. I realized IÕd spoken, then,
and blushed. I was excited at the prospect of playing games, even if they
were lewd.
Glenda laughed. ÒYou sound like a good sport, Chloe. Come here. Who
is your partner? Vic? Make it Rebecca first. Yes! Come here, Rebecca.
You two will be partners. That way, two men will have to play this game
as partners, and how wild that will be! Come over here, girls. Kneel and
face each other. And we need one more team. Vic, come here. And you
with the red hair. What is your name? Amber? Come here, Amber. You
will kneel facing Vic, and he will kneel facing you. IÕll lie down between
you two lovely couples.Ó
This is just what happened. Soon, I was on my knees, facing my
aunt, who faced me. Vic faced off against the redhead. Glenda lay
between us. She prepared a banana for myself and Rebecca. She prepared
another for Vic and Amber. When each banana was ready, Glenda carefully
placed it between our lips. We were not allowed to use our hands. I found
myself holding desperately on to the end of a banana. The other end was
between the lips of Rebecca. We looked at each other. We felt utterly
ridiculous, both of us nude, our breasts hanging down as we shared two
ends of a single banana. Vic and Amber were forced to put a single banana
between their teeth. He took one end, she took the other end. They stared
at each other over it.
ÒNow,Ó Glenda said. She gazed up at us proudly. ÒOn the count of
three, all four of you are going to begin eating. You must eat the banana
without using your hands. You must eat the whole banana without dropping
it on the floor. If you do drop it, hereÕs what happens: I will have more
bananas already peeled, with whipped cream on them. I will give you a
new banana. You must start over, eating the new banana. The first couple
who eats their entire banana, without dropping it, wins. The losing couple
will feel a hearty whack from my riding crop on their nude bottoms.Ó
Glenda grinned. ÒNow you know why I had you all take your clothes off. So
I can punish you more effectively,Ó she said.
A woman, watching, laughed. ÒTheyÕll wind up with cream
mustaches with all that whipped cream youÕve put on the top of each
banana.Ó
ÒYes,Ó Glenda said. ÒBut we must begin now. Everyone watch! YouÕll
all be doing this soon. Both couples are beginning to drool from holding
the bananas in their mouths. WeÕd better start. Ready? One... two... three!
Begin!Ó
I began munching quickly on the banana between my teeth. Rebecca,
facing me, began eating the same banana, from the other end. We giggled.
Suddenly the banana dropped from our lips.
ÒOh, too bad!Ó Glenda said. ÒQuick! HereÕs a new one!Ó The blonde
woman stuffed a new banana into our mouths, making us both take either
end of it. Rebecca and I began eating again. I felt whipped cream on my
upper lip. I looked silly, I knew, but it was a fun game. I felt like I was
eating a manÕs big cock.
ÒWe won!Ó Vic announced suddenly. Shocked, I let my end of the
banana fall from my lips.
ÒNo fair!Ó I said, as Rebecca still held on to her end of our banana,
looking like she was trying to smoke a big cigar. ÒTwo out of three,Ó I
insisted. ÒWe must play again, and the winner wins two out of three.Ó
Glenda got up. ÒYou may play as often as you like, dear, but each
time the loser gets whacked on her ass.Ó She picked up her riding crop.
ÒAre you ready?Ó she asked me.
ÒNo,Ó I gasped. I cringed. The crop came down hard. ÒYEEEE-
hOOOOCH!Ó I shouted.
ÒYou too, Rebecca,Ó Glenda said.
ÒThis is wicked,Ó Rebecca whined. But she braced herself, still
kneeling, and waited while Glenda walked round behind her.
WHACK!
My aunt screamed as the crop connected with her bottom. Her head
dipped, then rose. She shook the long tresses of her hair.
ÒOoooh! That was too hard!Ó my aunt moaned.
ÒNow we will play again,Ó Glenda said. There was a satisfied grin on
her face. She tossed down her crop. Juliet bent, picked it up, so that no
one else would get at it.
We played a second time. To my surprise, my aunt and I won. We
watched, wide-eyed and fascinated, rubbing our own bottoms, as Vic and
Amber each received a spank from the crop. It was beginning to be fun,
playing this game, I thought, especially if one could win! Vic howled as
the crop stung his ass. His balls shook heavily. His penis wobbled like a
big antenna, struck by lightning. He gripped his ass and massaged it.
We played more rounds. Others joined in. My aunt and I won, then
lost, then won again. We watched in satisfaction as our opponents were
spanked. Tears leapt to our eyes when we lost.
Soon, with all of us briskly rubbing our bottoms, Glenda suggested a
new game. It was called ÒBananas for the Bride.Ó In this game, each girl
was to lie down on her back. She was to lift up her legs and hold them
aloft. She was to spread them. Then, Glenda would stuff a banana into
each girlÕs open twat.
ÒJust the tip,Ó Glenda said. ÒJust enough so that the banana stands
upright between the girlÕs legs.Ó We all laughed.
ÒIt will look like I have a penis, if I do that!Ó I said.
ÒYes,Ó Glenda said. ÒAnd then do you know what will happen?Ó
ÒNo,Ó I said.
ÒAfter I decorate each of your bananas with whipped cream, a guy, or
a gal, will eat your banana. They must eat it right down to the end. They
must even pry out the last bit of it from your cunt, using just their mouth
and tongue. The first couple to finish wins.Ó
ÒAnd the loser?Ó I asked. I massaged my ass as I spoke.
ÒA spanking,Ó Glenda said. She fingered the crop in her hands. There
was a collective groan. But we were all too tempted by the game not to
try it.
Later, yet another game was played. All of us had quite sore
bottoms by now, but we were too randy to stop. The new game was called
ÒBanana Boner.Ó In this game, each male lay on his back. Then, Glenda
prepared several split bananas. She would slice the banana open partway
with a knife. Then, she would mount the banana over the manÕs erection. I
giggled as I looked at all the men, lying down, their penises stiff, a banana
placed over each one like a sort of condom.
With each man prepared, the bananas were then decorated, again
with whipped cream. That done, a female was chosen as a team-mate for
each man. I got Vic. On the count of three, all us girls began eating. I ate
the banana on VicÕs cock as fast as I could. Unfortunately, I wasnÕt fast
enough. Another team won. Glenda had a fine time belting each of the
losing teams with her riding crop.
ÒOoooh, this is getting quite painful,Ó I told Vic after weÕd both been
spanked.
ÒYouÕre not kidding,Ó he agreed. We both licked our upper lips, as we
gazed at each other. We were both sporting mustaches of cream. I
laughed, despite the soreness in my bottom.
ÒItÕs kinda fun, though,Ó I admitted.
ÒI just hope the orgy starts soon,Ó Vic said.
ÒYeah, me too,Ó I said, and instantly felt like a slut for saying it.
ÒNow,Ó Glenda announced. ÒThere will be one final treat before I let
you all go at each other.Ó She turned to Juliet. ÒGo get the ice cream.Ó
Juliet nodded. She unlocked the door to the room and went out. When
she returned, she was carrying a large silver tray. It had three tubs of ice
cream on it. In addition, there were several bottles of syrup. Chocolate,
butterscotch, and strawberry syrup. I also saw a bowl of fresh
strawberries balanced on the tray.
ÒNow we shall each have a banana split,Ó Glenda said.
ÒIÕm not hungry for ice cream. IÕm hungry for sssss--Ó I tried to say
ÔsexÕ but felt too embarrassed to. Everyone laughed.
ÒLie on your tummy,Ó Glenda told me. ÒYouÕre not going to eat the
banana split. Your boyfriend is.Ó
ÒWhat do I get?Ó I pouted.
ÒYou get to be the banana split,Ó Glenda grinned.
Seeing the mischief in her eyes, but too hot to resist, I lay down.
She plucked a strawberry from the bowl brought in by Juliet. Carefully
she sliced the strawberry with a knife, not cutting it all the way through.
Then she daubed a touch of whipped cream on it. She bent over me. She
prised apart my bottom cheeks.
ÒOh! What are you doing?Ó I asked. My bottom was already sore from
her crop. Did she intend to spank me too?
ÒShhhh,Ó Glenda said. She pressed the rounded tip of the strawberry
into my anus. I shivered as it intruded. ÒThere,Ó Glenda said. ÒTry not to
wiggle. It might go up you if you do.Ó
ÒI donÕt need a strawberry in my butt!Ó I exclaimed.
Glenda ignored me. There was laugher. Everyone watched as she
placed a banana down the crack of my bottom. It balanced between my
tight, squeezing cheeks like some lewd decoration. Then she scooped out
three scoops of ice cream. She plopped them side by side on the banana in
my ass. Finally, she drooled syrup over the entire ice-cream laden banana.
ÒThis can be a contest too,Ó Glenda said. Each of you girls can be a
banana split, and be eaten by your lover. The first to finish wins.
Everyone else gets to enjoy my riding crop.
ÒOh, not again!Ó A woman groaned.
ÒLet us just savor this,Ó a man suggested. ÒIt looks to me like these
banana splits deserve to be eaten very slowly.Ó
ÒAh, well,Ó Glenda sighed. ÒVery well, then. YouÕve all been good
sports. Enjoy your desserts.Ó
Eagerly, the men each grabbed a condom. They fitted them on and
oiled them with lubricant. Then, properly equipped for what was sure to
follow, they decorated their girlfriends with bananas and ice cream. Vic,
meanwhile, after putting a condom on his own dick, began eating me out. I
shivered. It was luscious, I had to admit to myself, being eaten by a man
who was lubed and ready to go the minute he finished having me for
dessert. I glanced over at Rebecca. She was having ice cream put into her
bottom by the man who, in the other room, had ripped her clothes off. His
wife, lying beside her, was being prepared by yet another man.
ÒMmmm,Ó I said, wiggling my bottom. ÒIt hurts, and yet, the ice
cream is so cold!Ó
ÒYes,Ó Rebecca breathed. There were tears in her eyes. From
happiness, or from having her bottom whacked, I didnÕt know. She bit her
lip as the man probed needlessly into her hineyhole with his finger. He
seemed on the verge of forgetting the whole ice cream affair, and simply
fucking her.
ÒOoooh! Do me!Ó Rebecca cried, suddenly arching up her hips. The
banana the man had laid on her back, intending to put it in her bottom, fell
off her.
ÒYes,Ó the man agreed. As I watched, they copulated, the man
driving into her cunt until he filled her with his cum.
Much later, after being let out of the room, Rebecca and I took a bath.
We took it together, with a man named Ken. Of all the men at the party,
Rebecca liked him the most. KenÕs wife was at the party but not, at the
moment, with us. She was being entertained in another of the homeÕs
many rooms. Ken gave Rebecca and myself an unexpectedly thorough bath.
He even used his penis in both our cunts to make sure we were, as he put
it, Òthoroughly washedÓ up in our intimate passageways to our wombs. Of
course he couldnÕt help but deposit his load of sperm up both of us, as he
Òwashed us out,Ó using his dick.
Now we lay naked and fresh in a bed. Ken lay between my aunt and
myself. I sucked on a candy cane, stolen from the party. It felt large in
my mouth. I gazed at KenÕs penis. My aunt did too. But he was exhausted,
limp. We liked him, though, all the same. He was a big, handsome man. He
had strong arms, strong legs. My aunt looked at me. I looked at her. Ken
gazed at us both, admiring our tanned bodies. He ran his fingers over the
white space on our hips where my auntÕs bikini usually covered her, and
mine covered me. He tugged at our pubic hair. Our eyes were bright. We
wished to challenge each other, despite the laxity of KenÕs loins.
ÒLetÕs...Ó my aunt said, gazing across at me, then at Ken. I sucked
innocently on my candy cane. ÒLetÕs give each other enemas!Ó Rebecca
suggested. I squirmed. I rolled on my back, so that my soft bottom lay
upon the sheet. I tensed my cheeks.
ÒNoooo,Ó I answered.
ÒThatÕs a brilliant idea,Ó Ken said.
ÒNo it isnÕt,Ó I protested. My aunt laughed. She looked over at me.
ÒWe can test each otherÕs endurance,Ó she said.
ÒYes!Ó Ken agreed.
ÒAt holding water in our bottomholes?Ó I asked.
ÒYes,Ó Rebecca said. ÒWeÕll see who can hold the most!Ó
ÒGod, thatÕs perverted, Ken sighed. ÒDo I have to do it, too?Ó
ÒYes, of course dear,Ó Rebecca said. ÒWe all must do it. Even you,
Chloe.Ó
ÒNot me,Ó I said. I spoke over the end of my candy cane, keeping it in
my mouth, child-like, hoping theyÕd excuse me from their game. ÒI just
want to watch.Ó
ÒNo, you must play too,Ó Rebecca said. ÒWeÕll compete to see who
goes first. IÕm thinking of a number between one and ten. Ken? Try to
guess it. You too, Chloe.Ó
Ò13,Ó I said.
ÒThree,Ó Ken said.
ÒChloe, guess a real number. Between one and ten,Ó my aunt told me.
ÒFive,Ó I offered.
ÒThe number is one,Ó Rebecca said. ÒKen, would you like to go first,
or second?Ó
ÒSecond,Ó Ken assured her.
ÒFine. Now you pick a number, Ken, to see whether Chloe goes first,
or me.Ó
I sat up. I sucked hard on my candy cane. I felt my bottom pressing
against the bed. The sheet under me felt soft, cool. I squeezed my hiney
cheeks together. Was I really going to let them poke me up the ass with an
enema tube? I looked with tension-filled eyes at Rebecca. She grinned at
me. I think we were all feeling nervous just then, wondering if weÕd
really go through with it. Ken, his buns settled on the bed, tried to think
of a number in his head. His cock stirred. I glanced at it, then at Rebecca.
Her smile widened.
ÒI donÕt wanÕ anythinÕ goinÕ up my butt,Ó I told my aunt over my candy
cane. She rocked back and forth on her own broad-cheeked bottom. Its
womanly fulness spread with soft, inviting promise on the bed. Ken
glanced down at her ass.
ÒOkay, IÕve got a number in my head,Ó Ken breathed. He looked at
RebeccaÕs bare hips. His eyes took in the swell of her firm, warm cheeks.
They were pasty white, where her swimsuit usually covered her. He
reached out and patted the slope of her fanny. RebeccaÕs eyes danced.
ÒIs it between one and ten?Ó Rebecca asked.
ÒYes,Ó Ken said, massaging her butt.
ÒTwo,Ó Rebecca offered.
ÒLike the two cheeks of your ass,Ó Ken mused.
ÒStop. DonÕt play with my ass before itÕs my turn,Ó Rebecca said.
She squirmed. Ken had a finger in her bottomcrack. She pushed at his
hand.
ÒSeventeen!Ó I declared.
ÒYou canÕt pick seventeen,Ó Ken said.
I pulled my candycane from my mouth. ÒI can if I donÕt want
anything going up my bottom!Ó I told him.
ÒPick a good number,Ó Rebecca told me.
ÒNo, never mind,Ó Ken said. ÒWeÕll just take the number Chloe has
given, and adjust it, so it fits between one and ten. Chloe, you said
number seventeen, so IÕll adjust it to number seven.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó I said. I popped my candycane back in my mouth.
ÒWhich is bad news for you, Chloe, because the number I picked is
seven.Ó
ÒNo!Ó I cried.
ÒWait. That means she gets to choose,Ó Rebecca said.
ÒNot with me. Whoever picks closest to the number I picked, loses,Ó
Ken said.
ÒYou canÕt do that. You canÕt switch around the rules to suit you,Ó I
told Ken. He grabbed my wrist.
ÒYes I can, Chloe,Ó Ken said. ÒAnd do you know why?Ó
ÒNo. Why?Ó I asked him.
ÒBecause IÕm 33, Chloe, and youÕre 13. And IÕm, like, twice as big as
you. And IÕve got a raging hard-on and I want to see a big, fat enema tube
slide up into your tight little teenage ass!Ó
ÒNoooooo!Ó I cried. Rebecca roared with laughter. My eyes darted
down between KenÕs legs and, sure enough, despite doing both my aunt and
me in the bath, he was stiff and hard again. Ken turned me over on the bed.
He forced my knees up under my hips. He lifted my bottom. I struggled,
but I couldnÕt get out from under his body, which arched over me, holding
me down. ÒI donÕ wanna--Ó I began, but Ken took hold of my small fist,
which still held my candy cane. He wrapped his hand around mine and
pushed my candy cane into my babbling lips. He silenced me with it.
ÒBe a good girl and suck your candy while I grease your ass,Ó Ken
told me. Stupidly, I did, feeling his hands prise open my bottom as my
aunt ran to get an enema pole weÕd seen in the bathroom closet.
I waited, kneeling on the bed, as the two of them prepared to
sodomize me. Rebecca looked at KenÕs penis and laughed that she wished
she had one of her own. She set up the pole beside the bed. She hung a bag
of fresh fluid from it. She put vaseline on the end of the tubing that hung
from the top of the pole. I gazed up at the loops of tubing dangling down
alongside the pole and wondered how much of it theyÕd shove up my ass.
Too much, I assured myself. I winced as Ken put vaseline in my bottom.
Yet, despite squirming at the misfortune of my fate, I remained in place. I
huddled on the bed, seeking refuge in the sweetness of my candycane. Ken
patted my bare white ass and told Rebecca I was ready.
ÒThis wonÕt hurt too much, dear,Ó Rebecca said, bending over and
whispering in my ear. Then she kissed my cheek. ÒTry not to spill any of
it when I pull out the tube. The real fun comes in trying to hold it inside
your ass as long as you can.Ó
I shivered. I felt my auntÕs hands on my fanny. I felt KenÕs, too.
Then I felt my ass pulled wide. My rosette puckered open, tasted air.
Together, laughing, Rebecca and Ken remarked on how small my asshole
looked. I felt a sharp touch of something against it.
ÒDonÕt move. ItÕs going in now,Ó Rebecca told me.
And it was! I felt a hard, slick nozzle push into my rectum, followed
by a seemingly endless length of hollow plastic tubing.
ÒNah! Take it ouOOOut!Ó I shouted.
ÒShhh! Or we shall have to gag you,Ó Rebecca warned me. ÒSuck on
your candy cane.Ó
ÒI donÕt want to have my bottom fillllllled!Ó I gasped, feeling the
plastic hose push deeper and deeper up into my ass.
ÒThere, that should do it,Ó Ken remarked. ÒOpen the valve. Let her
fill. DonÕt wiggle your ass, girl, or IÕll spank it.Ó
YEEEEEK! I cried. I felt a sudden gush in my bowels as Rebecca
released the fluid. I began filling up, my colon acting like a receptacle.
ÒThat will wash her out good,Ó Ken said.
ÒYes,Ó Rebecca agreed. ÒDo you think sheÕll shit all over the bed,
though?Ó
ÒI hope not,Ó Ken said.
Rebecca leaned over me. She patted my forehead. Her hand felt
warm. ÒHow are you doing, honey?Ó she asked me.
ÒIÕm filling UP!Ó I shouted.
ÒGood. ThatÕs what youÕre supposed to be doing,Ó Rebecca said. ÒBe
good and keep your ass nice and high. We donÕt want you spilling the fluid
on the bed.Ó
ÒIÕm going to shit all over the place!Ó I warned them.
ÒIf you do, IÕll spank your fanny until you wish you had no bottom at
all,Ó my aunt warned me.
ÒYouÕre mean!Ó I sniffled.
ÒNot if youÕre a good girl,Ó Rebecca said. I wiggled my ass. I looked
round at them with urgent eyes. ÒClose the tube, Ken. I think sheÕs
getting full,Ó Rebecca said.
ÒWhereÕs the clip?Ó Ken asked. He turned. His dick, hard as stone,
wiggled stiffly on the air.
ÒHere, let me do it,Ó Rebecca sighed. She let go of my forehead. Her
boobs bouncing, her ass waggling, she walked over to the pole. She shut
off the inflow of fluid.
ÒMy bottomÕs all filled up,Ó I gasped.
ÒYes,Ó Ken said. ÒIÕm going to pull out the tube now. Squeeze your
cheeks hard so you donÕt make a mess on the bed.Ó
ÒOOOK!Ó I gasped as I felt the snake-like tubing pulled from my butt.
It felt like I was pooping out a big turd.
ÒThere,Ó Ken said. ÒMy, you did grease it up nice for us with your
B/M, didnÕt you?Ó he said. ÒGet me some kleenex, Rebecca. IÕve got to
wipe off this tube.Ó
ÒSure,Ó my aunt said. ÒI brought a whole box of wet nappies from
the bathroom.Ó
ÒGood,Ó Ken said. He looked down at me. I was still kneeling, dog-
like, my bottom waving high and inviting in the air. ÒGod, what an ass,Ó
Ken complimented me. ÒTry to turn over and sit on it, without losing the
fluid thatÕs in you.Ó
ÒI-- canÕt,Ó I breathed.
ÒTry,Ó Rebecca said. ÒThatÕs the fun part. Sit on the bed just like
before.Ó
ÒOooh,Ó I gasped. I turned, very slowly. I eased myself onto my
bottom. ÒIt feels like IÕve... like IÕve gotta goooo,Ó I admitted to them.
ÒOf course you have to go, honey. Your bowels are bulging with
enema fluid. But try to hold it in your tight little ass until Ken and I have
had ours. Then weÕll all go to the bathroom together.Ó
ÒIn the bathroom,Ó Ken said.
ÒYes,Ó Rebecca agreed. ÒWeÕll watch each other shit on the toilet.
We can correct each otherÕs toilet etiquette.Ó
ÒI donÕt give a fuck about toilet etiquette,Ó Ken said. Rebecca
slapped his behind. ÒOw!Ó Ken said. ÒWhy did you do that?Ó
ÒJust because weÕre playing naughty games doesnÕt mean you get to
swear, dear,Ó Rebecca said.
ÒSwear? Who said shit on the toilet?Ó Ken asked.
ÒI was describing a bodily function,Ó Rebecca said. ÒYou were taking
the word ÔfuckÕ in vain.Ó
ÒI was what?Ó Ken asked.
ÒYou were bad. You sweared,Ó I told him. I looked up at him from the
bed, shivering with all the enema fluid that was bulging inside me.
ÒBend over. ItÕs your turn,Ó Rebecca told Ken.
ÒI thought you were next!Ó Ken said.
ÒI have the tube, dear,Ó Rebecca said. ÒBend over and show me those
hairy cheeks of yours. I have a little present for them.Ó
ÒAuntie, I have to poop!Ó I said frankly.
ÒHold it, dear. Or IÕll stick this tube right up your ass, and ignore
Ken altogether.Ó
ÒReally, Rebecca, the order was supposed to be Chloe, then you, then
me,Ó Ken protested.
ÒBend over, sir,Ó my aunt said. She pushed on his back. Ken leaned
forward, reluctantly. His big penis dangling down between his legs. I
reached for it.
ÒHey!Ó Ken cried. My small fist groped at his dick and gave it a yank.
ÒIÕm a milk maid. ItÕs time for you to be milked,Ó I told Ken.
ÒDonÕt pull on KenÕs penis, dear,Ó Rebecca told me.
ÒYOW!Ó Ken yelled. His eyes bulged as the tubing in my auntÕs fist
was jammed up into his rectum. I began pulling hard on his dick, as if it
was a bell pull. ÒOoof!Ó Ken groaned. He swayed to one side, then the
other, trying to escape the tube, and my hand too, as my aunt sodomized
him and I played with his penis. Suddenly, I felt a pulsation along the fat
stem of his cock.
ÒDonÕt make him cum, dear!Ó Rebecca called over KenÕs shoulder.
ÒAck!Ó I exclaimed. Quite unexpectedly, the penis I was ardently
pulling on began to spurt white cum all over my legs.
ÒOh, my,Ó Rebecca said. She watched, peering over KenÕs shoulder,
as his large penis spewed cum onto the bed.
ÒDamn,Ó Ken breathed. I dandled my fingers along the length of his
cock, enjoying seeing him vandalized. I knew heÕd have tried to put his big
thing up my bottom, anyway. Better to let him cum on the bed. My aunt
sighed. I rose up. I clapped my hands to KenÕs shoulders. I kissed his lips,
his swarthy face. At the same time, my ass opened behind me. With great
relief, I emptied myself onto the bed.
ÒChloe! DonÕt!Ó my aunt said.
ÒI sowwy, aunnie,Ó I murmured, between kisses on KenÕs face.
ÒOh, God!Ó my aunt said. ÒLook at the mess you two have made.Ó She
drew around beside us. She arched forward her hips. She began massaging
her cunt with her hand. She brought her face close to ours and began
kissing Ken with me.
ÒNever mind the enema,Ó Ken said.
ÒOoooh, never mind, never mind,Ó I babbled.
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