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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
WANTON WINTER
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Chapter Nine
There was a line of people waiting to use the shower. It was at the
back of the warehouse, beyond the cinderblock bedrooms, just a single
pipe, sticking out from the wall. There was no cubicle to offer privacy, no
shower door, not even a curtain. Just the pipe. It stuck out of the wall,
with a shower head upon it that gave an indifferent flow of water.
Couples stood waiting to use it, in a single file of people. Actually they
stood in pairs, two by two, waiting like animals to board NoahÕs Ark. As
they stood waiting, some of them pleasured each other. Some kissed.
Others just talked, to each other or to the couple in front of them or in
back.
We stood, Jenny next to me and Rebecca holding hands with Martin.
The marks of our play showed upon us. We had an odor of urine, but nobody
seemed to mind. Elsewhere, the people waiting in this line might be
engineers or stock brokers, or well-off college students, but here we were
all reduced to our nudity, to our odors of loveplay and our awkward smiles.
As we waited for our turn, we gazed at each other. Cocks and breasts and
bottoms were freely on view; we might have been souls waiting for
admittance to Heaven or, more likely, to Hell. The couple that shared the
shower we were all waiting to use made for a kind of entertainment; we
would watch them soap each other, and once, while he was being soaped, a
man with a hard penis suddenly found himself spurting into his loverÕs
hands. The whiteness of his sperm mingled with the soap suds she was
busily lathering onto his dick.
Martin himself still had a full load, and he got many an inviting
smile from females in the line as they noticed the stiffness of his organ,
and the fullness of his balls. We kept him to ourselves, however, Jenny
and I and my aunt. We stroked him lightly, teasing him, keeping him
agonizingly happy, but not letting him cum.
ÒBe careful, girls,Ó Rebecca said. She was confident now, bearing
her marks with pride, smiling at us despite how weÕd whipped her. ÒDo
not let him spurt,Ó Rebecca warned. ÒHe has quite a trial ahead, and I
want him stiff and ready for it.Ó
I looked at Jenny. She pursed her lips and dallied with MartinÕs cock,
using her fingers, as I was, but wishing, I think, that she could suck him. I
wanted to ask her if she knew what plans my aunt had for Martin. But I
felt shy, so I said nothing, and instead turned my attention to the couple
standing under the shower pipe. The man had finished ejaculating. His
sperm now was being rubbed back upon him, along with the soap, by the
quick, efficient hands of his girlfriend.
Our turn came at last. Jenny and I soaped each other. Then, when we
had finally managed to rinse off all the soap, Martin and Rebecca took
their turn under the pipe. She was careful in soaping MartinÕs dick not to
make him cum. At last they too rinsed and, taking towels from a small
pile of them folded on a table nearby, they dried each other off.
ÒNow, Martin, it is your turn to learn to grow with pain,Ó my aunt
informed our randy paramour. She slapped his penis with her hand. It
waggled like a big, thick piston, hard and full of his desire.
ÒOh, what is to happen to him?Ó I asked.
ÒYou shall see,Ó Rebecca told me.
I had noticed a wooden board placed near the shower. It was wide,
and stood upright, like a vertical partition. I had thought it just some old
leftover thing from the days when this warehouse had actually been used
for storing goods. Now my aunt drew Martin by his cock over to the
partition and made him stand behind it. The board rose up to his chest. He
could see over the top of it quite easily, his head and his chest and
shoulders showing above it. Down below, his knees showed, and his shins
and bare feet. I noticed the board had a hole cut into it; about waist
height, for Martin. My aunt pressed her palm to his bare ass and ordered
him to thrust his stiff cock through the hole.
Martin obeyed. To the delight of those still waiting in line to use
the shower, he presented himself to them, sticking his dick through the
hole so that it alone passed through the partition and out the other side. I
realized that what I was looking at was a Òglory hole,Ó except that Martin
could see over the wall, and watch what was being done to his cock. My
aunt lifted a pair of handcuffs off a peg stuck in the front of the board.
She went round behind it and locked MartinÕs wrists behind his back. Then
she ordered him to press his chest hard up against the board, and not to
step back from it, no matter what happened to his poor penis that was
sticking so lewdly out the other side.
Inspired by MartinÕs plight, the couple that had followed us into the
shower suddenly stepped out of it. The girl walked her lover over to the
board where Martin stood. The manÕs loins were covered with soap, for
she had just stared soaping him. Now she forced him to stand next to
Martin. She made him stick his dick through the board, for there was not
just one hole in it, for MartinÕs cock, but in fact the board had a whole row
of holes. An entire phalanx of men might have presented themselves to us
that way, had they wished to.
ÒUh, hi,Ó the man said to Martin, shoving his penis through the hole.
ÒHello,Ó Martin answered. I watched as the woman went behind her
lover and cuffed his hands. How breathtaking the two of them looked,
their dicks sticking out, as if to go to the bathroom!
ÒNow, Martin, you shall be whipped,Ó Rebecca said. There was a
riding crop hanging off a peg on the board, and she picked it up. She flexed
it in her hands.
ÒDo my boyfriend too!Ó the woman who had just locked her boyfriend
beside Martin said.
ÒAlright,Ó Rebecca replied.
ÒHere! You must have a hat!Ó a woman said. She wore a negligee. I
guessed she worked in this place. All the rest of us were buck naked, from
playing at love. She set a military-style cap upon my auntÕs head.
ÒThank you,Ó Rebecca blushed.
ÒNo, you must not look embarrassed,Ó the woman in the negligee
said. ÒBe firm. You will punish these men for all that men have done to
us. Look at your breasts and your loins. Did he not whip you? Now get
revenge on him!Ó
My aunt didnÕt bother to explain that in fact it was I and Jenny who
had whipped her. Instead, turning to Martin, lifting her crop, she said,
ÒAlright, honey, now youÕre going to get it!Ó
ÒGood God, how do I get myself into crap like this?Ó Martin said. He
stared at my aunt, at the line of people watching him, and then down at his
manhood, thrust through the board. The male beside him still had soap
suds on his dick, from his trip to the shower. The suds dripped off his
penis and made a small puddle on the floor.
My aunt strutted before the men. She waved her crop near their
dicks, not striking them yet, letting their fear build. A new couple took to
the shower, but kept their eyes on Martin and the male beside him. I later
learned the new manÕs name was Dean. How big he was! Almost as big as
Martin, with his cock boldly presented, trying not to show his trepidation
at what my aunt was about to do to him.
ÒAre you ready, men?Ó my aunt asked them both.
ÒNo,Ó Martin said.
ÒDefinitely not,Ó Dean said.
ÒWell, I am,Ó Rebecca answered.
WHACK! The crop struck MartinÕs penis. He yelled; his dick bounced
and shivered. For a moment I thought it would spurt under the force of the
blow, but Martin, if indeed he was aroused by the pain, managed to hold
himself back.
SLAP! The crop struck Dean. He howled. Jenny and I looked at each
other and giggled. How strange it was to see these two big men having
their cocks whipped!
And then I saw it, like a vision stretched out before me, horrifying
and yet alluring. I saw my life as I would one day lead it, when I was fully
trained, when I could at last speak and act with authority on the things I
was now only beginning to learn.
I had always dreamed of owning a horse farm, but now I knew there
was something better than that. It would be a farm, surely, but it would
not be for four-legged beasts. It would be a farm for young men. They
would come and work on my farm, and the young ones would have to be
broken to the tasks that I would require of them. They would be forced to
be nude, all of them, for it would be a waste for such fine bodies to be
clothed. Yet they would not be utterly bare. They would ware collars, and
bits, and bridles. I would make boots for them to wear on their fine long
legs, and I would put gloves on their hands, so they would, despite their
labor, not have calloused fingers. I would brush their hair in the morning,
their hairy limbs and their pubic hair, where their loins hung free, and the
hair on their heads, making them kneel down for me. I would watch them
shave and make sure they took scrupulous baths in the tub I provided for
them. And then I would run them; across the dewy grass in the early
morning, their penises hard with a good nightÕs sleep, yearning for me to
milk them, but me being hard with them, not letting them cum Ôtil
nightfall. All day long these men would work on my farm, their desire
exposed and ready, lusting for me, for my breasts, for my sweet cunt, yet I
would deny them, until at sundown, when I would at last give them the
pleasure they wished for. All this and more I dreamed, not willing it, but
feeling it wash over me, as my aunt whipped Martin and Dean.
The woman in the negligee had stepped out of the room for a moment.
Now she returned. Of course the ÔroomÕ we were in wasnÕt really a room,
but instead a long diagonal space, like a hall, left over from the
cinderblock-enclosed spaces that served as ÔroomsÕ within the confines of
the warehouse. The woman carried a black bag, as if she were a doctor.
The effect of her wearing a baby-doll negligee and carrying a black
medical bag was incongruous, and erotic. One man waiting in line to use
the shower stuck out his bare rump at her and asked if sheÕd come to give
him a shot. Another stuck forth his penis.
As for Martin and Dean, they must have sensed that whatever was up
would concern them, for they both blanched at seeing the bag.
ÒOh. WhatÕs that?Ó my naked aunt asked. She touched the bill of her
military cap. She watched as the woman in the negligee, whom I learned
was named Laura, set the bag on the floor.
ÒItÕs a bag of toys,Ó Laura said.
ÒMmmm!Ó my aunt exclaimed. She bent over and gazed into the bag
as Laura opened it.
ÒI want to see!Ó I cried. I ran up beside my aunt and peered around
her. I was a little afraid of what the bag might contain, yet quite curious.
My bosoms pressed against my auntÕs back. She laughed.
ÒChloe, I think we have quite some nice things in here!Ó she said,
sticking a hand down into the bag and pushing it more completely open so
she could get a better look at what it contained.
ÒNot for me!Ó I said.
ÒOf course not, dear. ItÕs time for us girls to be in charge now,Ó
Rebecca assured me. She pulled a long dildo out of the bag and smiled at
Laura. ÒThis will help keep the men in line,Ó she said.
ÒGood God, woman, if youÕre intent on whipping us, get it over with!Ó
Martin said. He looked at Dean. ÒIÕm feeling stupider by the minute,Ó he
said.
ÒMartin,Ó my aunt said. She stood erect. She put the tip of the dildo
to her lips and sucked briefly upon it. Then she tossed back her hair. How
wonderfully feminine she must have felt, clutching a big dildo while
gazing at the penises of the men, sticking through the board!
ÒAuntie, I want to wear your hat,Ó I said.
ÒNo, Chloe. Be good,Ó Rebecca replied. She drew me out from behind
her and put her arm around my waist. She hugged me, while still regarding
Martin and Dean.
ÒMen,Ó my aunt said. ÒAs you can see you are able to step back from
the board if you wish. There is nothing to keep you from pulling your
penises back through it if you desire. Perhaps a collar, holding you to the
board, would be in order, but then men are supposed to demonstrate
bravery in the face of danger, arenÕt they? So I am not going to try to tie
you to the board, or collar you to it. Your hands are buckled behind you,
and that should be enough. You have each already felt a single stroke of
the crop upon your penises and now you are going to feel much more. But
here is what I want you to think about, while it is happening:
ÒIn Roman times, the senators would get together for dinner. As you
know the Roman way of eating was not to sit at a table, but to lie down,
as we might lie on couches or mattresses, and to eat in this manner. So
the Roman senators would all get comfortable, and lie down in a room
together, and be served by young girls. The girls would walk about
topless, their hips covered in brief cloths but their breasts and their
young naked legs freely showing. Sometimes the Romans would also be
served by boys, but for the boys the attire was just the opposite. The boys
would be dressed in small shirts, covering their chests. But their hips and
their legs would be bare. As you can imagine, being seen in this manner
would excite the boys, and they would serve the senators with their
penises stiffly erect, unable to control their youthful arousal. The boysÕ
excitement was especially pronounced if there were serving girls present;
the girls blushing at the presence of the boys, the boys showing their hard
little boy penises.
ÒAt this erotic dinner would not be just the senators, but also two
young men. They would be, in most cases, young men who were handsome
slaves, or citizens from the cityÕs poorest district. These two young men
would be 18 or 19, whereas the boys who were serving boys would be just
8 or 9. Now as for these two men: they would be served food just as if
they were Roman senators. All of the senators would speak to them just
as if they were speaking to equals. However, as the feast reached its
mid-point, the two young men would suddenly be ordered to stand up and
disrobe. This would not come as too much of a surprise to the young men;
they knew there was a price to be paid for being treated as senators!Ó
ÒWhat would happen to them?Ó I asked breathlessly.
ÒWell, Chloe,Ó my aunt said. There would be a board or, more often,
a thin slab of stone. These two young men would be ordered to stand
behind the stone, with their hands tied, and with their penises shoved
through the stone. There would be holes in it, just like you see in this
board, here. Then, as the senators feasted, the young men would be
tortured. Sometimes the senators would do it themselves. Sometimes
they would have the serving boys do it, or the serving girls. Sometimes, a
real executioner would be brought in, from the prison, and he would
torment the menÕs penises. The contest could be especially wicked; at
times, the young man who ejaculated first would lose not just his load of
sperm, but his penis too! It would be cut off, just as John Wayne BobbitÕs
was.Ó
ÒYEEEEEK!Ó I cried.
ÒWell, our circumstances are not as lavish as a Roman feast,Ó my
aunt said. She winked at Laura. ÒThings may be cruder here, but the
objective is the same-- to torment men who are exposing their genitalia
to us. And it is high time too, donÕt you think, Chloe?Ó
ÒYes!Ó I agreed.
ÒBut we are going to give them a reward if they can survive it,Ó my
aunt said. ÒI expect theyÕll both spurt but what if they donÕt?Ó
ÒHmmm?Ó I asked.
ÒIf they somehow manage to survive with their sperm loads intact, I
am going to give them a prize, Chloe. You.Ó
ÒYEEEEEK!Ó I screamed again. My aunt patted my head and said,
ÒThatÕs why youÕre going to help me, Chloe. We must do many things
to these men and youÕre not going to hide behind me, like a little rabbit.
YouÕre going to assist me.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó I agreed. ÒBut I still want to wear your hat, auntie.Ó
ÒPerhaps in a little while, Chloe,Ó my aunt promised. ÒFirst I want
to see that you are truly helpful to me. I thought I saw a tube of erection
cream in that bag. Take it out. Together you and I will apply it to the
menÕs penises. They are both quite erect, of course, but I want to make
them even harder, if itÕs possible. Then weÕll do other things to them too.Ó
ÒOkay!Ó I cried. The idea of teasing the men with erection cream,
when they were already stone-hard, made my heart skip. I bent over,
showing my bare ass to them, and rummaged in the bag. My tits swayed as
I worked. There were a number of tubes of cream in the bag and it took me
a little while to find the right one. Finally I pulled one forth, and read it
loudly to my aunt: ÔInstant Erection CreamÕ!Ó I said.
ÒThatÕs it!Ó my aunt answered. She dropped the dildo and cupped her
hands. ÒTake off the tube and give me a squirt,Ó she said. I did. When her
hands were wet with the cream, as well as my own, we went up to the
men. She took Dean in her hands I took hold of Martin.
ÒOh, God!Ó Martin cried, as I began to massage his stiff organ.
Rebecca, applying her fingertips lovingly to Dean, warned him, ÒDonÕt
forget, honey! The crop is still to come-- at least 20 strokes across this
massive organ of yours!Ó
ÒUgh. I feel like IÕm going to cum right now!Ó Dean groaned.
ÒI can wait a moment if you like,Ó my aunt replied. She let go of
him. She stepped back. How erotic it was, seeing her standing there with
goo in her palms, letting Dean rest a moment, so he wouldnÕt spurt! IÕm
afraid the waiting was hard on him, though, for he had the look of a man
beyond the throes of desire; his goal was no longer to enjoy the feeling of
sensations on his cock, but only to somehow survive them.Ó
ÒPoor Dean,Ó I said. I rubbed MartinÕs cock lightly, using just my
fingertips.
ÒWhy donÕt you give me a break too?Ó Martin asked me.
ÒBecause youÕre older,Ó I answered.
ÒThanks a lot!Ó Martin groused.
When both men had been lubed with erection cream, my aunt had me
fetch a bottle of ÔStallion SprayÕ from the bag. We applied this to the
menÕs cocks. Its purpose was to desensitize their penises, so they could
endure being fondled more easily.
ÒIt will prolong their pleasure,Ó my aunt said to me with a smirk. I
giggled.
ÒIt will keep them hard for the whip too,Ó I said.
Next up was a bottle of lubricant. Both my aunt and I applied this
liberally to the menÕs cocks. She did Martin and I did Dean. It was fun
switching back and forth between the men. When at last they were erect,
desensitized, and oiled, it was time to punish them some more with the
crop.
ÒHere. You may give them a few strokes, and wear my hat too!Ó my
aunt told me. She put the military cap on my head. It was rather large for
me but I liked wearing it. I adjusted it and then turned and faced the men.
My aunt handed me her crop.
ÒGentlemen, your moment of truth is here,Ó I told them. ÒEverybody
can see, so I hope you can both perform well. Did you dream, when you
were little boys, of showing off your penises? Well now you are! But we
will see if youÕre made of stern stuff, or are both just pansies.Ó
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I applied my riding crop forcefully to the
menÕs penises. Each stroke of the crop made their cocks waggle stiffly, it
was like striking two bloated tuning forks. But each time, after they
ceased wobbling, their organs pointed dead ahead, right at my tummy!
They were implacable in their stiffness. I struck them some more and the
crowd behind me hooted and hollared.
ÒKnock the stuffing out of them!Ó one man yelled. I looked over my
shoulder and found him with my eyes. He was older. He was attractive,
but not as much as Martin and Dean were!
ÒPoor sir. You will never get me to knock your penis around,Ó I
teased.
And it was true. For it was not with meanness that I was striking
Martin and Dean. I wanted it to hurt, of course, there was no question
about that. But what really motivated me was lust. I loved them and their
big vulnerable dicks and I delighted in seeing their cocks sway and bounce
under by blows. The fact that they were both full of sperm heightened my
desire. But I was afraid, too, afraid of how it would feel to have two men
poke me at once, and so I didnÕt mind the idea of causing them to spill
themselves. Let them shoot all over the floor if they must; the
alternative was that they would shoot themselves in me!
WHACK! THWHACK! THWHACK! My crop tormented them. Martin
groaned. Dean gritted his teeth and drew in his breath. Both men
shuddered, their cocks wangling about as I hit them. Yet still they held on,
neither offering more than a few dribbles of pre-cum.
As I gave the men blow after blow, I pranced and strutted. I
sashayed my hips and caused my titties to bounce. If the impact of my
crop couldnÕt make these two sturdy men pop, perhaps my sexy wriggling
could. I blew kisses to them. I paused and fondled each manÕs cocks with
my fingers.
ÒOooh! Does your penis hurt?Ó I asked, in my softest, most
submissive voice.
ÒD-DonÕt,Ó Martin gasped.
ÒAck! Please, take your hand away!Ó Dean begged.
No matter how I teased them, both men managed to keep hold of their
seed, somehow. I struck them some more. It hurt them and they howled
like small boys. Yet as much as I beat them, I could not beat them off.
They kept their sperm in their balls, refusing to shoot it out. I began to
get quite worried. How would they treat me, if they did manage to
survive? I would be raped like no other girl! They would show me no
mercy, for I was showing very little to them.
A desperation seized me. I MUST bring them off with the crop, I told
myself. Like a civilized girl turned Amazon in the jungle, I hit them more
vigorously with my crop.
WHACK! SWACKCK! THWACK! Both men were perspiring now, quite
profusely, and yet they offered no more in response to my blows than
dribbling strands of pre-cum, which dangled from the tips of their penises
before falling to the floor. Like iron-rebars they remained defiant;
nothing I did could force them to spend and shrink.
ÒThat is enough, Chloe,Ó my aunt said at last. ÒThe goal is not to
harm them, but merely to test their mettle. You have done well. But they
have done even better.Ó
ÒNo! Auntie!Ó I cried. I tried to hit the men again but my aunt
intervened and my crop struck her instead.
ÒOWWW! Chloe! Stop!Ó Rebecca cried, my crop leaving a red mark on
her back.
ÒChloe, timeÕs up,Ó Laura said. She caught me by the wrist and
prised the riding crop from my fingers.
ÒBut they will have me as their prize!Ó I shrieked.
ÒIt is the fate of every girl,Ó Laura said. ÒWe are made to receive.Ó
She tapped my bottom, lightly, with the crop, which she now held. My
aunt, meanwhile, bent and kissed each man on his penis. She swirled her
tongue over their pee holes, cleaning off the pre-cum.
ÒGod, what a bitch!Ó Dean groused. He was speaking of me. I
trembled as he gave me a scowl, my aunt licking his cock for him.
ÒOh! I didnÕt mean to hurt you!Ó I said to Dean.
ÒNo, you were just trying to whack our dicks off,Ó Martin said. He
frowned. I giggled.
ÒThe floor needs to be waxed,Ó I said.
My aunt straightened up. She and Laura stepped behind the board and
urged the men to withdraw themselves from the holes. The men complied.
How glorious they looked as they stepped out! Their pubic hair was once
again visible, growing upon their flat bellies, framing the stiff erections
which they presented to my eyes. Their thighs were taut and muscled.
Between their legs hung their testicle sacs. They bulged with desire. I
trembled, looking at them. They were so full! Upon their penises burned
the marks of my riding crop. I had swatted them fiercely, hurting them,
but they had endured, and now, stiff with lust, they were intent on giving
as good as theyÕd got!
ÒYes, Chloe, it is your turn now,Ó a woman said. I did not know who
she was. But sheÕd heard my name, and she stepped from the line to hold
me in place as Martin and Dean were released. Her hands gripped my bone-
thin upper arms.
ÒOh! I am only 13!Ó I protested, squirming in her grasp. She had
large tits and they jutted into my back. Her nipples were like daggers
against my flesh.
ÒIf you are old enough to hurt, you are old enough to be hurt,Ó the
woman answered. She lifted a leg and brushed her knee across my bottom.
ÒOOOCH!Ó I cried. I was still tender there from the birching Martin
had given me. ÒPlease do not,Ó I begged.
ÒThen be good and stand still,Ó the woman answered.
My aunt and Laura unfastened the menÕs hands. Both women did it
gracefully, tossing back their hair and working with agile fingers as the
men, like horses about to be unleashed, waited. The men looked at me.
ÒAre you ready to be fucked, Chloe?Ó Martin asked me.
ÒNo,Ó I gulped.
ÒWe could use a new bed,Ó my aunt said to Laura. ÒI wet the one we
were using.Ó She blushed.
ÒOf course,Ó Laura said. ÒAnd you shall all have free drinks, too, for
the fine performance you have given.Ó
When their hands were free, the men rubbed their wrists. Laura
went and fetched drinks and brought them to us. I did not want mine, but
the woman who was holding me insisted; she made me open my mouth and
she poured it in, slowly, still holding me by one arm lest I try to escape.
She had a strong grip. I looked at Rebecca but she only smiled, shyly, and
sipped her drink, leaving me to the woman.
ÒWhat is your name?Ó I asked, at last, looking the woman in the
eyes. There was a lustiness in her gaze. Her eyes glittered. She was
taller than me and she stared down at me, her bosoms dominating my gaze.
ÒDoes it matter?Ó she asked. She had long dark hair. It swished
around her nude body whenever she moved her head, over her shoulders,
which were thin, and across the slim expanse of her back, tumbling in
front over the pronounced jut of her breasts.
ÒNo,Ó I whispered.
ÒGood,Ó the woman replied. She took my drink from lips and kissed
me. Her mouth was delicate. Her tongue fed in me. I opened myself more
fully to her depredations. Her fingers slipped down my flat belly and
parted the lips inbetween my legs. ÒYou are going to be fucked,Ó she said
to me, when she had tasted me.
ÒYes,Ó I breathed.
Laura led us from the shower room. We passed along the makeshift
hallway where the people waited, standing in line for their turn under the
shower pipe. Hands reached forth and touched Martin and Dean. The hands
were direct in their approach, not skimming the menÕs chests or even
patting their behinds, but reaching straight for their hard penises which
had endured so much. The people wanted to touch each manÕs fine
stallion-like cock. They did, making the men wince, for their cocks were
red from my crop. Yet the men did not deny the hands, they were like gods,
being solicited by worshippers, in a cult devoted to their cocks. The Cult
of the Penis. Like rock stars suffering the attentions of ardent fans,
Martin and Dean let the hands reach forth and grope their stiff organs,
clutch at them, grapple with them and squeeze them. I looked over my
shoulder as I walked, my bottom swaying, my cheeks red from the marks
Martin had placed upon me, claiming me, tattooing me with his lust for me.
Through my veil of wet, unkempt hair, still wearing my too-large military
cap, I watched as the people waiting in the line touched MartinÕs penis.
Their fondling grasp slowed the pace of his walk. He could not leave until
every one in the line, every female and even every male, had grasped and
fingered his hard, wobbly penis. The women gushed their praise. The men,
more circumspect, fearing they were in the presence of a superior male,
merely grazed their fingers along him, and wished him good luck in fucking
me.
The dark-haired woman guided me with a hand in my back. She was
gentle, careful not to touch my burning bottom. Yet she was unwilling to
simply let me be; she insisted on walking with me. She held my drink for
me. Occasionally, as I walked, I leaned over and let her lift the straw of
my drink to my mouth, so that I could sip it. The drink was a Purple
People Eater, mixed for me by Laura, full of whipped cream and tasting of
fresh berries. The straw ran through the bottom of a small figure, and out
the top of its head. He looked like a rhinoceros standing on his hind legs.
He sported a big smile and open arms. His belly button showed on the
bulge of his naked white stomach.
ÒHow does it taste?Ó Laura asked, looking back at me. She walked
ahead of me with my aunt. They held hands.
ÒIt tastes fine,Ó I whispered. Then I turned and looked back again at
Martin and Dean, still receiving affectionate titillations upon their
penises. ÒOh, do not stroke them too much!Ó I blurted, as I saw Dean
grimace from an especially wanton caress.
ÒShe wants it,Ó the woman with the dark hair, her hand in my back,
smiled at Laura.
ÒNo,Ó I protested, still looking behind me. ÒI just donÕt want them
spilling themselves on the floor.Ó
ÒEarlier you tried to make them,Ó the woman with the dark mane
teased.
ÒYes, but now I have spared them,Ó I said frankly.
ÒThey will not spare you,Ó the woman told me. I trembled. My
bosoms bounced heavily on my chest. My knees wobbled.
ÒThey will be gentle,Ó I said at last, hoping it was true.
I sipped again at my drink, trying to look lovely and demure despite
my nudity and my well-spanked bottom. I reached back and cupped my hind
cheeks. Oh-- to think that they would soon be split open by the men! I
glanced over my shoulder again at Martin and Dean. Martin glowered at me.
There was an animal fierceness in his eyes. I cringed and quickened my
pace. I was a fox, being sought by the hound. The black-haired woman felt
my fear through the hand pressed to my back and smiled.
We entered a bedroom. It was a duplicate of the one weÕd been in
before, but it was not mussed by our love-making. The sheet on the bed
was new and tight. It was dry-- my aunt had not recovered her childhood
by emptying her bladder upon it. There was a pair of shackles attached to
the bedÕs headboard. They lay open, the hard steel glinting upon the sheet.
A key lay next to them, bright and shiny. I felt the dark-haired woman
give me a push. I stumbled forward and caught myself only with a knee
thrust forward, onto the bed. My hair swept forward and veiled my face.
My bosoms bounced.
Tensing my bottom cheeks, I glanced back at the men. They were
ready for action. They gazed at me like twin kings, their dicks displaying
their sexual ardor. They knew they had me. I could not escape. Both men
dripped pre-cum. Rebecca walked briskly to the table beside the bed. She
made me squeak and jump by patting my bottom as she passed me. She
picked up a tube of lubricant and returned to the men.
ÒHold still,Ó she said to Martin. ÒI want you well-lubed for my
neice. She is young and tight and I donÕt want you hurting her.Ó
ÒOuch,Ó Martin said, as my aunt squrirted the lube on his dick. A
scent of strawberries arose in the still air of the room.
ÒOh, how red and raw your poor penis is!Ó Rebecca said with mock
sympathy. She smeared the strawberry lube over MartinÕs prick.
ÒItÕs alright,Ó Martin said. He looked down at himself, watching as
my aunt coated him from the crown of his cock down to the bush-covered
root. Dean waited patiently; his own penis hanging before him, vulnerable
to the attentions of Laura and the woman whose name I still did not know.
They stroked him, admiring his length, his thickness. They looked like two
women adoring a pet snake.
Despite my imminent doom, I felt a sudden sense of mischief. I saw
a tall dildo sitting on the nightstand. I reached over and stroked it, then
picked it up. It was black and came with a squeezable ball pouch attached
to its base. I weighed the pouch. It was full! I clasped it and watched
with wide eyes as vaseline squirted up out of the fake cockÕs pee hole.
Some of it fell on my cheeks. I grinned. I pointed it at the men. I
squeezed it again. Vaseline shot out, arcing across the room toward them.
ÒBeware. IÕm armed,Ó I said in a quiet voice. Then, gazing at them
with bright eyes, I shoved the penis into my mouth. I gagged briefly upon
it but did not withdraw it; instead, after a moment, I pushed it deeper.
ÒOh, God!Ó Dean cried. Suddenly he began spurting. It was
spontaneous. He gazed in alarm down at himself as he watched his jism
flow out and coat Laura and the mystery womanÕs fingers.
ÒDean!Ó Laura scolded. The mystery woman tossed back her mane of
black hair and watched as spurt after spurt coated her hands. ÒHe has
become too excited,Ó Laura said.
ÒYes,Ó the dark-haired woman replied. She looked at Dean. ÒI hope
youÕre free of any sexual diseases,Ó she said. Dean closed his eyes and
grunted. He thrust his hips forward, losing himself in the moment and
enjoying his ejaculation into the womenÕs hands. When he was finished,
the dark-haired woman said something about wishing to wash. She went
to the door and opened it with difficulty, her spermy fingers slipping on
the knob. Then she went out and I did not see her again. Perhaps someone
waylaid her as she sought for a place to wash off DeanÕs sperm.
ÒMmmm!Ó Rebecca said, as Laura, lifting a hand, offered my aunt a
taste of DeanÕs sperm. Rebecca was still lubing Martin but she let Laura
poke a finger into her mouth. She sucked hard on LauraÕs digit. She
savored it, as if it were the nectar of a god. Dean, looking rather abject
and ungodly, watched as his penis began to deflate.
ÒI really donÕt have any sexual diseases,Ó Dean said. He looked back
over his shoulder at the door to our bedroom. It stood open. His eyes
sought the mystery woman, but she was gone.
ÒI know,Ó Laura said. Her voice was consoling. She smiled at Dean
and stuck a sperm-coated finger in her twat. She wriggled it around in
herself, shivering as she did so, and then withdrew it. ÒI must go now,
kids,Ó she said. ÒBe good.Ó She left us, her baby doll nightie swinging
around her hips. When she had passed out of the doorway she turned and
closed the door quietly behind her, giving us our privacy.
I continued to suck on the fake dick in my mouth. I squeezed its
balls, slightly, and felt vaseline spurt into me.
ÒYick,Ó I said. I opened my lips, gulped in air, and then closed my
lips again upon the fake cock. It felt strange and wonderful to have such a
large object within me. It was a kind of security, a security blanket for a
big girl.
ÒWait,Ó my aunt said to Martin. She placed a finger upon the tip of
his penis, as if stilling a dog, making it sit and obey. Then she tossed back
her hair and knelt down before Dean. ÒYou were bad to come all over the
place,Ó my aunt said to Dean. His sperm decorated the floor. My auntÕs
knees became wet with it as she knelt before him.
Martin, standing over my aunt, turned and stuck himself into her
hair. ÒMartin!Ó my aunt cried. But instead of trying to get Martin to take
his dick out of her hair, she forced her face upon Dean. He rose quickly as
she sucked him with her mouth. Martin, meanwhile, smeared lube in my
auntÕs lovely mane, working his cock in her hair like a randy schoolboy.
Worshipfully my aunt looked up at Dean as she sucked him. She
sucked vigorously; he responded to her attention by growing hard and long
in her mouth. She was forced to draw back from him by the snake growing
within her. She was a moment too slow and his lengthening rod made her
gag. Martin, oblivious to her feelings, continued to use her hair to
pleasure himself. My auntÕs mane, once so lovely, was becoming a sticky
mess of strawberry goo.
I pulled the fake penis out of my mouth. I laid it upon the bedsheet.
Then, feeling coy, I knelt on the bed with both my knees. I centered myself
in it. I reached down and slipped my hands through the open shackles. I
dipped my back. I flung my hair out of my eyes and looked over my
shoulder at Martin. He stared in my direction, but continued to work
himself in my auntÕs sweet-smelling hair.
ÒOh,Ó I sighed. I settled onto the bed. I felt the coolness of the
sheet upon my tummy. I spread my legs and arched up my bottom. I
wiggled it, and smiled with inviting eyes at Martin. Still he pleasured
himself in my aunt, making me feel unloved, unappreciated.
There was a knock at the door. My aunt drew her lips off Dean,
tossed back her hair, and asked, in a voice that did not betray our
condition, ÒYes? Who is it?Ó
The door opened. A female face peered in. At once my aunt blushed.
Dean turned and looked at the female, his cock stiff in my auntÕs hands.
Martin, intent on his own desire, continued to pass his penis back and
forth in the flowing mane of my auntÕs hair.
ÒMay we join you?Ó a girl asked.
ÒHow many are you?Ó my aunt asked.
ÒThree,Ó the girl said. ÒThree girls.Ó
ÒNo,Ó my aunt said, still blushing. ÒWe have enough pussy already.Ó
ÒWait,Ó Martin said, but the girl closed the door. He pushed himself
harder into my auntÕs hair. ÒI would have liked to have seen them,Ó he
said, his voice angry. My aunt licked DeanÕs cock, which stood hard and
ready.
ÒYou would have liked to fuck them,Ó my aunt said.
ÒOh, me!Ó I said. I hoped to lure MartinÕs eyes back to me. I
stretched forth my arm. I managed to clasp my fingers round the fake
black cock that stood with missile-erectness on the nightstand. I dragged
it across the bedsheet. Martin turned his head toward me just as I popped
it into my mouth. I tasted my saliva upon it, from my previous encounter
with it. Lifting my eyes to Martin, I thrust the object back and forth in my
lips.
ÒAh, God!Ó Martin groaned.
ÒMartin! DonÕt sperm in my hair!Ó my aunt scolded. He drew himself
out of her long, whisper-soft mane, and seemed for a moment to be in
agony. Then he found some inner reserve of strength in himself and
endured. Nothing spurted out of his dickhead. He patted his cock with his
hand and grinned with satisfaction.
ÒChloe, you are going to get the fucking of your life,Ó Martin said to
me. I felt my eyes widen. I sucked on the cock in my mouth like an infant
sucking a too-large pacifier.
My aunt stood. She looked at both men. They were like mules
waiting to be mated. Their penises stood at randy attention. They were
obedient in her hands, and she complimented them for obeying her.
ÒGood boys,Ó my aunt said. She patted both their cock heads with
her hands. Then she circled the long, snake-like dongs with her fingers,
just behind each manÕs crown, taking them both as one might take a pair of
dogs by their leashes. How small her fingers looked, pressed against
those big cocks! My aunt smiled. She led both men by their penises over to
the bed. I lay waiting, watching their approach, sucking all the while on
the fake penis in my mouth. ÒChloe, you are going to be fucked by both
these guys now,Ó my aunt said. She looked down at me, lying bottom-up on
the bed. ÒBoth of them at once. Okay, Chloe?Ó my aunt asked.
I shivered. I wanted to take the dildo out of my mouth and agree, but
it seemed gauche. So instead I feigned unwillingness, closing my thighs
and letting my hands fly back to protect my ass. I kept the dong in my
mouth, though, sucking upon the black plastic, wishing someone would
reach down and squeeze the balls for me and make me taste its hidden
vaseline again.
ÒOh, Chloe!Ó my aunt said. ÒHow sweet you look lying there! A bride
of 13! How I wish I could spare you, but the men must have their pleasure.
You should not have come if you did not wish to be fucked.Ó She let go of
Martin and Dean. At once both men, naked and excited, got on the bed with
me. Their penises stuck up stiffly between their legs. They put their
hands on me and fondled me as one admires a doll. Finally Martin reared up
behind me and forced open my thighs. His cock parted the cheeks of my
ass.
ÒIÕll take the back. You take the front,Ó he told Dean.
ÒHer mouth or--?Ó Dean asked.
ÒNo. Her pussy,Ó Martin said. ÒShe will be fucked in both her holes
at once. She may keep the dildo in her mouth if she wishes, to feel what
itÕs like to have three cocks in her at once.Ó
ÒOh!Ó I gasped. My mouth opened. The black dildo lay on my tongue,
wet and hard. Dean and Martin lifted me.
ÒI must get under you,Ó Dean told me. The fake cock fell away as I
was hoisted up by the men and Dean rolled under me. I was laid upon his
chest. Martin lifted my hips and let his cock lay heavily in between the
cheeks of my ass.
ÒReady?Ó Martin asked.
ÒNo!Ó I gasped.
ÒYes,Ó Dean said, and I felt his penis push up against my cunt lips.
ÒI have her in back,Ó Martin said. My ass felt a sudden pressure at
the portal of my anus.
ÒYOOOOK!Ó I shouted. Martin pressed hard into my back hole. My
rosette resisted. Dean, meanwhile, stuck himself into the lips of my cunt.
ÒHOOOOK!Ó I said, my voice rising in pitch. I was stabbed between my legs
by both men. One took me by the rear, the other forced himself into me the
conventional way. I was impaled. I felt like a ripe fruit being torn by
dueling sabers. I screamed. Rebecca cried out that the men were taking
me too forcefully, too quickly.
ÒShe is just 13!Ó Rebecca reminded them.
ÒShe is old enough to whip our dicks,Ó Martin answered.
ÒYEEEEEEK!Ó I bawled. My anguish echoed in our room and spilled out
to listening ears beyond. I had no doubt I was being heard. Everyone had
seen me whip these two men and then be escorted into a bedroom with
them. I was on display. Not visually, but audibly. My cries would
encourage others in their own adventures.
Somehow, squeezing my eyes tight and screaming, I managed to find
room in myself for both men. I felt them surge up in me and then draw
back a little. They adjusted me between themselves, getting a better
purchase. Then they pushed forward again, Martin digging in my back hole
and Dean probing me in front.
They gave me more penis thrusts than I thought possible. Each
wrenched from me a new scream. Each drove deeper and forced me to find
the strength to be more open for them. Finally all my resistance vanished,
and like an abject rag doll I received their spurtings. I was a flower, and
they pumped their nectar into me. They were ravenous bees, with rampant
stingers. Their inundation of me was a Niagara of lust. I was soiled by
them and filled by them and left panting, at last, on the bed all alone, a
flood of sperm pooling under my hips.
ÒVery good, men,Ó Rebecca smiled. But she had one more trick up her
sleeve. She drew me out of bed and made me kneel limply before Martin.
He had to hold me by my hair to keep me from collapsing down onto the
floor. I licked his penis; beside me, Rebecca knelt in supplication before
Dean and plied him with her tongue.
When both men were hard again, Rebecca left the room. ÒDo not
cum,Ó Rebecca warned the men, before stepping out. They looked at her
with amused eyes. But I saw they would obey. They forced me to keep
likcing them, to keep themselves hard for her. She went and found Laura.
Together they returned. They sat unabashedly on the sperm-soaked bed,
letting their bottoms rest in the flood of juice the men had made.
ÒYou have both been bad,Ó Rebecca told the men. Her bosoms
quivered as she spoke. The tips were hard. Laura laughed and her tits, full
as melons, shook with ripe abandon. ÒCome here. You must be spanked,Ó
Rebecca said.
Awkwardly the men positioned themselves over the girlÕs knees.
How silly both men looked, lying like children over the laps of Rebecca and
Laura, yet each man being bigger than the girl who held him! Neither knew
what to do with his cock. Dean jammed his down between LauraÕs thighs,
while Martin settled for placing his between my auntÕs round leg and his
own hairy belly.
ÒAugh!Ó both men groaned as they felt their too-big cocks being
squashed by the clumsiness of their positions.
ÒNow, spank them til their cheeks are red, and their sperm stains
the bed!Ó Rebecca cried to Laura. Her voice was happy. Both womenÕs eyes
gleamed mischievously. As for the men, they shouted as they felt the
girlsÕ hands fall with unexpected force upon their buns.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Came the swift, cracking sound of Rebecca and
Laura punishing both menÕs asses. They were the worse for it because
they knew their yells, in reply, could be heard beyond the walls of our
room. With mommie-like efficiency my aunt and Laura delivered the
blows. Their tits shook. They offered the men not a momentÕs rest. Their
hands, so well-manicured and small, imprinted themselves redly on the
menÕs behinds.
At last Dean, his bulky dick caught between and under LauraÕs leg,
gave a defeated groan. His sperm soaked the sheet. Laura gasped in
surprise. She slapped him all the harder.
ÒPlease! Let me put it in you!Ó Martin begged my aunt. His face was
haggard. I saw that, although her slaps made his hips jerk, it was the
futile loss of his sperm that he found most difficult to bear. He did not
want to spurt upon her leg, like a little boy.
ÒI am not finished spanking you yet,Ó my aunt admonished. She kept
whacking his bottom with her small palm, yet I could see, as she began
wincing, that it was starting to hurt her as much as it was hurting him!
Martin had buns of steel, my aunt told me afterward.
Now it was that a strange and sensuous bond formed between them.
Martin might have toppled my aunt onto her back and escaped. He was
much bigger and heavier than she was. But he had already punished both of
us that evening. I think he relished the idea of challenging her just as he
was, bottom-up over her knee. Perhaps my aunt would win, enduring the
pain in her palm to finally force Martin to cum with her hand-slaps. But
maybe Martin, enduring the pressure on his dick and the blasting of my
auntÕs palm, would finally win the day, wearing out my auntÕs hand! I
frigged myself as I watched them. It was exciting to see. Dean sat up. He
and Laura began kissing, but they both kept their eyes on the contest going
on beside them.
ÒOuch! Ooof!Ó Martin groaned.
ÒOh! Ow!Ó my aunt cried, finding the spanking ever harder for her
delicate palm to bear.
ÒPlease, Martin, go ahead and spurt,Ó Laura urged the big man.
ÒNoooo!Ó I cried. I do not know why I said it. I buried my fingers
deeper in me and imagined Martin taking me again.
ÒUff! Oooff!Ó Martin growled. And then, suddenly, his jaw tightened.
We all realized what was happening.
ÒGo, auntie!Ó I cried, suddenly switching sides. My auntÕs bosoms
bounced as she gritted her teeth and gave Martin a fierce flurry of spanks.
ÒAAACK!Ó Martin shouted. Suddenly white sperm gushed from under
his belly and fell upon the bed. A pool of the stuff quickly became visible
beneath his chest. There was so much of it that it ran off the side of the
bed and trickled down the hanging bed sheet to the floor.
ÒGod, what a waste!Ó Laura said, looking at all MartinÕs goo.
ÒHe is very bad to spurt it out like that,Ó I agreed.
My aunt smiled. She rested her palm in benediction upon MartinÕs
ass. He winced at her touch, so senstive was he now in that part of his
anatomy.
ÒCan I get up now?Ó Martin groaned, at last.
ÒYou may, you naughty boy,Ó my aunt said. He rose. Immediately he
kissed my aunt. How powerful he looked standing over her. How quickly
she once again assumed the submissive role, letting herself melt into his
arms!
ÒMy poor Dean, it is time for you to go,Ó Laura said. She fondled
DeanÕs limp penis. He cupped her breasts.
ÒYou run a fine establishment,Ó Dean said.
ÒI just work here,Ó Laura replied.
ÒI would like to come again,Ó Dean said.
ÒYou have come quite enough!Ó Laura laughed. ÒAll over my leg and in
a big puddle in the middle of the bed, fucking little Chloe.Ó Dean bent and
kissed her tits. With motherly grace she received his mouth upon them,
and for a few moments they stayed that way, while, beside them, Martin
paid a similar tribute to my auntÕs twin melons.
At last the tableaux broke. My aunt tossed back her hair and looked
at me.
ÒDid you have a pleasant evening, Chloe?Ó she asked me.
ÒYes, but itÕs morning now,Ó I replied. I knew many hours had
passed. My aunt smiled broadly.
ÒSo it is,Ó she said. ÒLet me take you home before you turn into a
pumpkin.Ó
ÒDonÕt worry. I took my birth control, auntie,Ó I said.
ÒGood,Ó my aunt said.
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