Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in DUNGEON OF DESIRE Chapter Two Despite my little foray into the bedroom, most of the men still looked fully loaded and equipped for pleasure. They gazed at my pussy as I accepted a drink in my hand and chatted quietly. They could see the residue of JohnÕs sperm in my cunt hairs. On the insides of my thighs heÕd left his mark too, in drying trails of his abundance that had failed to penetrate me, or had dribbled back out. All around me I felt a cluster of eager young men. Their tools stood up boldly. Their balls were full with days of waiting. All had peed in the pool. None wore pants anymore, though a few had put shirts back on, perhaps to regain a little of their modesty. It was a useless gesture. The upstanding prick they possessed simply lifted the hem of their shirt. My view of each of their penises was unimpeded. ÒIÕm a movie director,Ó one man offered. His voice was husky. He wore a shirt but his penis was thrust at me, all the same, for he was rock solid, hard and long. ÒThatÕs nice,Ó I said in a lispy voice, sipping my drink. With so many men around me I didnÕt want to let any of them have me. Not now. If I did, I was sure IÕd be gang-banged. I didnÕt want that. Despite my spermed cunt I tried to be as diffident and elegant as possible. I was nude, true, without bra or panties, with just my spiked heels on, and only 16, but I had to try my best to keep all these men at bay or IÕd just be turned into a free hole for their lust. ÒSheÕs learning,Ó I heard Sharon whisper to Miriam. ÒSuch a fine young girl,Ó Miriam, if I heard correctly, whispered back. Sandy and her hubby drew close. Was he her hubby? Or just her lover? Or a friend sheÕd met tonight? I couldnÕt remember. Even his name, if IÕd learnt it, escaped me. But his organ stood up, big and proud, and his chest was muscular and hairy. I smiled over the lip of my glass. I let his eyes drink in my figure. He seemed even more interested in me than before; I was available now, he was sure, seeing JohnÕs sperm in my pubic curls. I was anointed. He was excited. Surely I could let him do me too? I remained coy. He had a dick IÕd have died for just hours ago, but now I suffered from a surfeit of eager young penises. All of these young men, and even the older ones, who should have known better, were visibly excited by my surrender. Normally, their lust would be contained in their trousers, at least. But now, trouserless, they showed me their eagerness with complete freedom. I could examine their inspired penises at will, glancing from one to the other, watching the veins pump blood down their shafts and comparing the hues of their big purplish knobs. ÒIÕm really not a bad girl. I just made a little mistake,Ó I explained to SandyÕs husband. What was his name? No matter. I watched as a jewel of pre-cum formed over his pee slit. HeÕd made it for me, I knew. Should I bend down and lick it off? I ran my tongue over my lips to show him I appreciated his sperm. I felt a calloused palm on my bottom. My cheeks tensed. I glanced over my shoulder, up. ÒMaster!Ó I said in a little cry. It was Sauron. I had pledged my body to him. He could control me at will. Was there any escape? I didnÕt know. ÒFeel his balls,Ó Sauron told me. ÒI want you to weigh each manÕs balls and tell me which you think is the fullest.Ó I looked at my master with wide eyes. Surely, he was one of the strongest men here. Could he really make the other men submit to his female slave? I turned back to SandyÕs husband. Nameless, he stood waiting, seemingly unoffended by the suggestion he let me weigh his testicles. I reached out. I think they were all so crazed with lust, each of them knowing I had but two hands, that they were willing to let me have a little freedom for a few minutes. I slid my fingers past the proffered penis of SandyÕs husband and groped at his balls. ÒTheyÕre so BIG!Ó I said with alarm. Everyone laughed. I was a child tasting her first lemon. I felt the prickly hairs of his balls and the brooding fullness of his sack. I could not contain his fullness in my palm, only feel it, let it weigh upon my open hand. When I squeezed his big balls they just smooshed upward, letting me have only a little of him. ÒHere, darling, put him in a pouch,Ó Miriam told me. She handed me an impossibly small bag made of leather. It had drawstrings. Was I supposed to fit this big man into that little container? ÒPut it on him and pull the drawstrings tight. Then he can fuck without losing his seed,Ó Sandy smiled at me. She winked. I didnÕt know if she was lying or telling the truth. But she liked the idea of seeing her husband made captive. He groaned. I wanted to feel the other men, before the chance passed away, but I knelt down and tried to fit her husband into the bag. The manÕs penis jabbed at my face. I bent my head to one side and had to permit his dick to stem into my blonde mane of hair. There was simply no way to avoid him. As I worked to capture his balls in the bag his penis oozed precum into my lovely blonde locks. I struggled. I worked the bag over his nuts, trying hard to contain him without breaking my nails. I had to bite my lip and really sweat at the job. The pouch was small and he was anything but. ÒI think they made this pouch for smaller men,Ó I suggested. ÒHeÕs worn one before,Ó Sandy said. She patted my head and made me continue. Finally I got her husband contained. I smiled at my success. Then, remembering I should tie him, I reached again between his legs and tied up the drawstring around the top of his balls. ÒI hear this string is made of sharp diamonds,Ó I teased SandyÕs husband. He responded to the tightness of the bag. His dick seemed to swell and his throat let out a sharp, gutteral cry. ÒYes dear, you should keep your seed where it belongs,Ó Sandy said to her husband. She held a riding crop and she lofted it into the air and brought it down smartly on his bare buttucks. ÒYeoch!Ó the man grunted. ÒOh, donÕt!Ó I begged. I hated to see him hurt. My hands pressed against his thighs. I felt his lurching dick brush my cheek and I let him stem in my hair without avoiding him. I rubbed my cheek against his penisÕs shaft. ÒGo feel the other men,Ó Sandy ordered me. I looked up at her husband. He seemed enthralled by his bondage. Perhaps he had a job where he had to be the boss all day. Now he just wanted to serve, to obey. I stood up. I shook my hair and tried to comb out his spermy precum with my fingers. I had no time for obedient men. I turned, examined my options. Three men still waited to let me weigh them. A college guy, a man slightly older, and a man older still. They showed me their dicks but I disliked their obedience. With a slap on my ass, not too hard, just enough to remind me he was there, Sauron indicated I must obey. Sheepishly I advanced to the first man. I looked down at his dick. He was as huge as any. I knelt down. A fatal mistake. I had no pouch, why did I think I must kneel for him? Before I could say ÔnoÕ I found his penis forcing its way between my lips. He was a frat guy. He knew how to take advantage of a situation. How many other girls had he put his penis to, I wondered, as I felt him intrude. I tasted his sperm and gagged as his cockhead jammed itself in my mouth. But he was not alone. The other two men IÕd been assigned decided to jump in also. They poked their dicks at my gasping mouth. In a moment I found myself with three penises all vying for my lips. Somehow, looping their arms round each other so none would be denied, they all managed to force their penises at the same time into my mouth. I gagged and spluttered but there was no denying them. How many nights had I lay in bed, dreaming of commanding and controlling boys, telling them to drop their pants so Nurse Kelly could see to their ailments? Well, now little Nurse Kelly had quite a mouthful! I felt their hands clap against the back of my head to keep me from escaping. With their three cockheads prying my mouth apart, I felt like someone with a pan pipe or a mouth organ, except the organs were far bigger than any a musician had ever put to his lips. With my fingers I tried to push them back. It was no use. My hands were small and delicate, slim-fingered. These guys had been specially chosen because they were big and brawny. How nice it must be to be Miriam, I thought, picking your customers. I ran my hands along their shafts. I tried to do my duty to them, reaching inbetween their legs and grasping at their balls. They took it as an invitation to cum. As I sqeezed their balls they played with their dicks. Quickly they became homosexuals, at least for a moment, for they found playing with each otherÕs penises was far more exciting than simply massaging their own. ÒCome, you dickhead!Ó the middle guy said to the college boy. ÒAfter you, butthole!Ó the college guy replied. The older man, happy, perhaps, to have two young menÕs penises at his disposal, stroked them with demanding fingers. ÒYouÕre squeezing too hard!Ó the college boy said to the eldest among them. ÒCum, dickwad,Ó the eldest man replied, no better in his manners than his companions were. ÒShoot, dude, I havenÕt got all day,Ó the male in the middle told his college pal. ÒNo, I donÕt want toooo, I want to be the lasssst,Ó the college boy protested. But with me squeezing his balls and the oldest man yanking his dick, he spurted into my mouth in a sudden flood of sperm. The other two, excited, came in simultaneous torrents. As I recieved their inundation I realized none of them were fags; theyÕd found themselves all wanting me and the excitement of their forbidden closeness set them off. A trio of fleshy firecrackers exploded their seed into my mouth. I gasped, gurgled, practically drowned in the flood. I heard the other guests laughing. I was swamped! Have you ever had three penises shoot into your mouth at the same time? ItÕs awful! I had no hope of swallowing it all. They jetted into my mouth, overwhelming me, slathering my pried apart lips and letting their seed splurge all over my face, up my nose, and into my eyes. The men were quite happy now. They were no longer competitive. They simply enjoyed their release, shooting in my face like three boys playing naughty urinal games. I tried to contain the flood, pinching at their balls, but it only made them cum more. I batted my hands at their shafts in desperation. They were too huge and stiff for me to move. I was wedded to their tree-trunk like cocks, I was forced to accept all they had to give me. White-faced, a bride with a veil of sperm upon my face, I stood up at last. My knees were wobbly. I found myself forced to face the guests. There was nowhere for me to run. They surrounded me and the women oohed and ahhed at my plight. I had taken three men. I was a mess. My makeup was pieface now, sperm flavored; my lipstick was white, my mascara the color of spermy yeast. I was sticky. When my lips moved, or my eyelashes fluttered, there was a spiderweb of white goo that moved with me. ÒWhy, I think sheÕs been to see the Rolling Stones!Ó Sharon laughed. Miriam smiled. Other women stared a little enviously. IÕd just put three men out of commission, at least for the moment. ÒCome, little girl, you need your face washed,Ó Miriam said to me. She took me by the hair. She walked me in my wobbly heels over to the punch bowl. I found myself staring down into it. Little lemon peels floated across its surface. ÒWe girls always prefer sperm-flavored punch at our parties,Ó Miriam said quietly to me. And then she dunked me! My head, grabbed from behind by the hair, was plunged deep into the bowl. I felt as if I were drowning. Indeed, I was; for my head was in the punch and my feet kicked up behind me, trying to escape. Miriam held me down. My eyes gaped in the bowl. I saw nothing but red punch. When at last she let me up I gasped like a fish. Down I went again. Miriam held my head down, waiting until I grew desperate. Then up she lifted my head. She let me breathe. When IÕd relaxed a little, feeling the tricklings of punch running down my neck and collecting momentarily at the tips of my nipples, she plunged me in yet again. I swam in the punch. I was a goldfish searching for a hiding place. I tasted the punch, involuntarily. It was tropical, with a hint of liquor. My head was lifted up for a final time and I was permitted to rejoin the living. I gasped. They watched my breasts quiver as my chest filled gratefully with air, then expelled it, then filled again. There were lemon peels in my hair. Miriam plucked them out. She picked up a linen napkin and carefully wiped my cheeks. Sharon moved to the punchbowl. She dipped a ladle into the bowl. Drawing up a cupful, she poured a glass for Sandy. ÒMmmm, mmmm, good!Ó Sandy giggled, accepting a glass and sipping it. Two white-tailed servants, middle aged men oblivious to our nudity, appeared and cleaned up the splashings made by my dunking. Miriam had impeccable help. I watched as the two men, from Mexico, worked as professionally as if theyÕd been matadors at a bullfight. They paid no attention to the plethora of penises, though they had to weave in their steps to avoid them. And their eyes did not savor the females. Despite the abundance of bosoms and bottoms, all bare, they saw to their work and nothing else. ÒNow that weÕve cleaned up your face, letÕs clean out your cunny,Ó Miriam smiled at me. She told me to get up on the table. By now Sharon had served most of the ladies the sperm-laden punch, and it seemed a new use was to be made of the bowl. Jennifer appeared. A man and a woman held her by her hands. Were they her master and mistress? I couldnÕt tell. They told her to climb up onto the table. She complied. There was a slightly gaunt look to her face and I guessed she was still as needy as sheÕd been in the bedroom; brought to the splitting edge of orgasmic desire, then left unfulfilled. She seemed to be willing to do whatever was asked of her, if only its result would be pleasure. Instead, so far at least, sheÕd been denied, forced to do things but not rewarded. She looked at me. Both of us knelt on the table, feeling quite silly, on our hands and knees with our bottoms up, showing our pumpkin asses to the crowd. ÒBoth of you, sit with your backs against each other,Ó Miriam commanded. We complied. We were new and they loved our newness. We were the Chosen Two, I guessed, and theyÕd remember us most when the night was over. We were young and we squirmed, letting our legs open, studying our thighs with our eyes, feeling the silken tablecloth beneath our bottoms. I was facing the punchbowl. Miriam took the ladle from it. It brimmed with punch, a few ice cubes floating in it. I watched as she placed a napkin under me, making me lift my seat so she could slide it under, all the while holding the ladle aloft. When the tablecloth had been protected from spills, Miriam poured the ladlefull of punch right onto my pussy. I gasped. The punch splashed onto my pubic curls and wet the napkin beneath me. Miriam next took a plastic syringe, passed to her by Sharon, and filled it in the punch. She inserted it between my cunt lips. She smiled wickedly at me. I could only stare back at her. Behind me, Jennifer, still hungry for pleasure, moaned and opened herself to the prying eyes of the crowd. She wanted, but they gave her nothing. She was not permitted to touch herself. She arched her back against mine and let out a little cry of desire. I, meanwhile, had something up me and Miriam intended to use it to douch me. She squeezed the big rubber ball at the end of her syringe. It squirted. I felt a jet of icy punch shoot up inside me and I cried out. Jennifer, hearing me, shivered against my back, wanting, needing, yet allowed to have nothing. Slowly Miriam douched me. She took her time. As napkins were wettned she put new ones beneath me. I kept having to lift up my tail to accomodate her. It felt so strange to sit before all these strangers completely nude, my legs open, being douched. ÒYouÕll taste delicious,Ó Miriam assured me. I nodded. I would taste like punch. Jennifer longed to taste like I did. Or perhaps even to taste me. I felt her hands sleek back past herself and rest on my hips. ÒSuch delightful nipples you have! Would you like me to clamp them?Ó a woman asked Jennifer. She made no reply. I heard her keen out a little cry a moment later, her back tensing against mine, and guessed sheÕd been clipped. ÒTheyÕre flourescent. TheyÕll glow when you dance,Ó I heard a womanÕs voice murmer. ÒPaint her pussy,Ó a manÕs voice said. ÒAlright dear,Ó I heard. Finishing up my douche, Miriam took up the task of repairing my makeup. I would have preferred being fresh-faced, cleansed by the punch, but she insisted I must look my finest. She put new lipstick on my lips. She brushed out my lashes and pencilled my brows. Meanwhile, behind me, I heard a little jar opened. Jennifer gripped my bare hips with her hands and I guessed that the painting of her pussy had begun. Glancing around me, I saw the guests take up the task of preparing for the dance. It was a heady sight. Using bristle brushes intended for female makeup, all the partiers began painting each otherÕs loins. The paints were bright yellow or pink or blue, all pastel colors. Miriam whispered to me that weÕd dance under black light. Jennifer mewled out breathy little gasps as the flourescent paints were applied to her cunny. I guessed those little strokes of the bristle brush must be driving her crazy. Looking around me, I watched as ladies subjected their men to the paints. Quivering penises had to somehow hold back their loads as they were carefully and quietly stroked by the brushes. ÒYes, dear, you too,Ó Miriam said to me. She took a brush and a small glass jar of paint from Sharon and began with my nipples. ÒOh, donÕt!Ó I gasped. The brush was infuriating. Its soft bristles teased my bare nipples and made them stand up exceedingly straight. ÒWould you prefer I used clamps?Ó Miriam asked me. ÒOh, Nooo!Ó I replied. She put the paint to my nipple tips and swirled it all around my areolas. I was forced to bite my lip and endure. She moved to my cunny next, painting me slowly and with inquiring strokes. Each little jab of the brush proved more intrusive. Carefully she limned my labial lips; they would glow brightly in the dark. Each tiny pubic curl was coated with flourescent paint. My face would be hidden in the darkness of the dance, but my nipples and my cunny would flash and shine obscenely. When I was prepared, Master appeared. He held a riding crop with a broad, looped tip. He put it to my cheek and forced me to turn my face to him. Katy watched, bright eyed, and beside her were two other men. Master passed the looped tip of the crop across my face and put it against my lips. ÒKiss it,Ó he said. ÒYouÕll be feeling it on your ass soon.Ó I began to kiss it, fearfully, and then suddenly I opened my lips and mouthed it. I let it lay upon my tongue and I bit it gently. ÒShe is a fine young slave,Ó one of the men murmured admiringly. I pleased them. I was glad I pleased them. Especially Master. Katy took my hand and helped me down off the table. I stood before my master, looked at him, at Katy, at the others. I touched my hands to my white bottom and guessed it would be a little uncomfortable soon. Is this what I had come for? I didnÕt know. I didnÕt know anything anymore. Jennifer appeared beside me. Her breasts were weighed down by clamps. They bit into her perfect nipples, their greedy little mouths ridged slightly to make her even more aware of their presence. I touched a finger to one of the weighted clips. ÒDonÕt,Ó Jennifer gasped. ÒYouÕre going to have to dance with those on,Ó I observed in a soft, innocent voice. ÒI know,Ó she replied. The lights were dimmed. All around me females exchanged final glances at each otherÕs bottoms. I guessed the whips would fly when the dance began. We cherished our last moments of comfort. I felt my cheeks huddling. My palms hugged my hiney. Katy pulled my hands off my ass. ÒDonÕt,Ó she sighed. ÒYou must try to enjoy yourself. Just dance. Let the men do as they please.Ó I heard a pulse-pounding rhythm begin. Kate looked at me, her face shrouded now, the darkness engulfing her, and she began to dance. Her movements encouraged me. I began to move to the rhythm also. ÒKeep the whips low,Ó I heard Miriam call out. ÒNo hitting above the belt!Ó A shriek came to my ears. Some poor girl had gotten her hiney whacked. I slowed my dancing but Kate touched my wrist and indicated I must keep up with her. Together, facing each other, we began to dance like Bacchae. A black light illuminated us. I watched as KateÕs nipples, painted exquisitely as my own, bounced in the eerie light. Beneath her belly her pubic curls shone. My own bosoms, colored with bright yellow neon, jounced and jiggled on my chest as I moved ever more quickly and freely. I let my arms fly out and I pushed my chest forward so that it offered my breasts to any who watched. I let my ass wriggle behind me and tried to forget that my Master held a stiff crop. Beside me, dancing a little more slowly, Jennifer moved. She looked down at her breasts and watched as they swung with their weighted tips, the clamps eagerly hugging her, making her feel their teeth even as she was forced to respond to the music. It was a cool song. Another followed, the very latest stuff, making me happy despite my worst fears. All around me, as the music heightened, I heard swift cracks and blurted screams. We were victims, all of us, and there was no hope for us. Katy let out a little howl as she received her first blow. I danced more quickly. I knew my bottom had tempted many men and they wouldnÕt let me escape much longer. ÒYeeeowch!Ó Jennifer yelped as somebody, moving in the darkness, his penis bright and his balls illuminated, struck her with his crop. And then me! A searing line of heat smacked quickly and decisively against my tushy, making me offer a scream of my own. The base of the music deepened. Another slash, from somebody, stuck KateÕs behind. She howled and I sensed tears came to her eyes. I was hit again. My scream joined hers. Jennifer whined as she was smacked yet again. Her big bosoms juddered. She was desperate for love but all they would give her was punishment. A bristling array of crops began beating on any bottom available. I soon found myself consumed by tears as crop after crop stung my hiney. It was like dancing in a thornbush! Little whips and stiff crops and even the occasional cat found my fanny. I sobbed. I kept dancing, unable to stop, lest they really make me feel some pain. All around me, moving in the darkness, women and men, sometimes exchanging weapons, sometimes hitting each other, made play with our bottoms. Even men were struck in the frenzy. No one was spared as the music wore on. Screams pervaded the room. I saw the white-tailed waiters changing out food and plates. They must have thought us mad, beating each other in the glowing darkness. Anglos with nothing better to do than give each other doses of pain. I watched the dongs of the naked men as we danced. It was my one pleasure. How odd those long, hard lances of flesh looked, all brightly painted, as they waggled in the air, wiggling like worms caught out in the moonlight. I longed for a whip so I could tear through the crowd, striking at penises left and right. The lights came up. Too soon, too soon, I thought, though my hands flew at once to my bottom. I wanted to play with those glow-in-the-dark penises IÕd seen all around me. Now, in the light, they seemed less mysterious, though I found they were no less appealing. ÒMy ass hurts,Ó Jennifer sobbed. She hung her head and stood weeping. I rubbed my own tushy. It was burning like mad and I squeezed my cheeks, hoping to throw off the pain, but the squeezing only made the lines on my ass burn more deeply. The men laughed. They stood around watching as their female slaves commiserated with each other. The men too had been struck, but men are bred to be tough and they seemed to hardly notice the state of their own tushies. Katy turned and showed me her bottom. ÒHow red is it?Ó she asked. ÒYou could pretend youÕre a road map,Ó I replied. Bright pink and red lines seared her white peach. She squeezed it as I looked and I wanted to drop to my knees and lick it for her. And have her lick mine in turn. ÒYou danced very well, dear,Ó a woman said to Jennifer. With appreciative hands she rewarded Jennifer by removing her breast clamps. Jennifer yelped as the clamps came off. Then she studied her breasts, lifting her hands to her nipples and squeezing them gently. I again felt a need to console, and this time I didnÕt hold back. I dashed to her and kissed her neck for permission. ÒDonÕt,Ó Jennifer told me. SheÕd had enough of others, their clamps and their mouths and their tounges. She wanted to nurse her nipples herself. I stepped back. A hand caught mine as I drew back from Jennifer. It was Miriam. ÒCome, both of you. We must see which one will fuck you,Ó Miriam said. She did not have to take JenniferÕs hand. The girl looked up, hopefully, then followed along behind me as Miriam led me to a large pile of cushions. ÒThis is the love hump,Ó Miriam said. She let me examine the pile a moment. The cushions were mounded so that when I lay down upon them, part of me would be on the floor, while the rest of me would be lofted high into the air, displayed. ÒLet me fix her bottom for her first,Ó Katy offered. She hurried up with a jar of cold cream. She turned me around and I winched as she palmed my hiney. She spread the cream on my bottom to soothe my welts. I realized that all around me lovers were now tending to each otherÕs hineys. I let Katy do me, prying my cheeks apart unecessarily in the process, stabbing at my hole with her finger just to let me know she was still Mistress and I was still SauronÕs slave. He watched me from a distance. Sharon was rubbing salve on his butt where she, or someone, had whipped him. Every female in the room now displayed marks from the dance. They were not vicious, just bright red, some with ridges where a blow had been stuck with extra vivaciousness. There was a sense of passion in the room, mingled with the scent of precum and vaginal moistness. We were all quite bare, stripped to our heels, hiding nothing. Tomorrow weÕd be back in the world, wearing clothes, visiting separate restrooms, but for now all was revealed and our ardor promised soon to be quenched. The men who still sported hard-ons, and there were many, gazed about them with a sense of possession now. The time of teasing was drawing to a close. Miriam would permit the orgy soon. The room looked slightly depleted. I guessed a few, cloaked by darkness, had chosen to hurry their affairs by stealing away to a bedroom. The rest waited for MiriamÕs signal. Their bodies glowed. A felt a sheen of sweat on my skin and knew I yearned for a conclusion as much as the others did. Despite my little venture with Colleen and John, I was still hungry. Every moment made my belly swim with new thoughts, new speculations. I found the display of raw penis all around me to be irresistible. So it was with polite but very eager gracefulness that I let Miriam take me by the hand and seat my hiney on the piled up cushions. She kissed my nose, then pushed me so that I fell backward. When my head plopped onto a cushion on the floor I found myself sprawled with legs akimbo, my ass high, still perched on the top of the pile. I gazed at myself. My belly was higher than my head and my hips were higher still. Then, my legs open, my feet dropped down to the floor on the other side. It was a most awkward position. I could feel my cuntlips displaying themselves to all who cared to look. And many did, the men with their hardons and the women with their twinkling, wicked eyes. ÒSheÕs quite an eager beaver,Ó Sharon laughed. I smiled up at her. I knew I would not be permitted to rise without taking at least one of the many dongs around me in my cunny. I didnÕt mind. I accepted my fate. I wondered which it would be. The men eyed me, standing over me, showing me their painted loins. The pressure of the cushions against my fanny made it sting even worse. I bit my lip and tried to ignore it. The cream helped; a soothing glow began developing in my hind cheeks. Fortunately, just before seating me on the pile, Miriam had spread out a silky-soft white handkerchief to absorb the inevitable drips from the fucking I was to receive. I felt the gloss of the cloth against my wounded bottom and sighed gratefully. It was so strange, the luxury Miriam chose to mingle here in her home with its many ordeals. I guessed my journey was just beginning. The night would be a long one and I would be tested thoroughly. The men certainly hoped I would be! They watched my soft breasts as they rose and fell on my sighing chest. One of them began masterbating himself, perhaps to enjoy raining his seed down on my face, but Miriam batted his hand away. ÒWe must each pick rose petals from a bowl,Ó Miriam said aloud to the crowd. As she spoke Sharon, taking my hands and drawing them past my head, clipped handcuffs onto my wrists. ÒTake a petal and stand here on the pussy-side of the hump. Then lean forward and drop the petal and see if little Kelly can catch it in her mouth.Ó Miriam passed around a wooden bowl with pink rose petals piled in it. Each guest took several. She grinned at me. ÒI want you to be totally fair, dear, or IÕll smack your precious bottom,Ó she told me. ÒWhen somebody drops a petal, I want you to try to catch it between your lips. The one you catch will fuck you. If itÕs a woman, sheÕll use her tongue. If itÕs a man, heÕll use his penis, of course.Ó Miriam looked at the assembled company. ÒThis is our last game. When someone succeeds, you may wait for a turn or you may enjoy yourselves in an orgy.Ó She eyed the men. ÒI want to congratulate you all for being so patient. Girls, donÕt hesitate if a man asks you. Get right down and let him fuck you. All of us have been tested, thereÕs no reason to worry about diseases.Ó Miriam looked at Jennifer. ÒYou, my dear, will be our maid of honor at our orgy,Ó she said. Jenifer gulped. Her tears still ran quietly down her cheeks from our Bacchic dance. She held her bottom like it was a beautiful ornament, precious and gem-like. And I had no doubt that the men, eyeing her as well as me, thought it more valuable than gold at the moment. They encroached on her. Their penises bristled like torments from a little girlÕs worst nightmare. And at each penis was a helpful woman, stoking the flame that flickered so boldly within that manly stalk of flesh, begging it to show its stuff. Yet they used a little expertise too, the women, watching their man to see if they might be inspiring him too much. Sometimes their enslarling little fingers drew back, touched just feather-lightly, so as to allow the manlike tube in their grip to preserve his strength a little longer. It was like watching sausages being palped and palmed by elvin maidens. The women complimented displayed organs, giving them little blowy kisses and comparing notes on the men with each other, using glances of their eyes and soft smiles. ÔOoooh, best hold back. He looks about to spurt!Õ one girl might signal to another. Or, ÔHow big he is! Are you sure youÕll be able to stuff all THAT into your little twat?Õ ÔNot my twat, dear, he wants to put it up my butthole.Õ ÔOh my, how that will rend you. YouÕll be taking dictation standing up tomorrow at work.Õ And so it went. Jennifer, humping her hips slightly forward and back, desperate for love despite her purest intentions, watched as two white-tailed waiters brought out a mattress. ÒFor you, Jennifer, that you may entertain whomever you please on the floor, in the best comfort I can offer,Ó Miriam teased, knowing Jennifer would be reluctant to permit herself such liberties, here in front of everyone and with everybody, even the women, a potential lover. As I watched the waiters plopped down the mattress near the table with the punch bowl. Men would be able to rise for drinks and then return to the makeshift bed with the greatest of ease, fucking and drinking, menÕs two greatest pleasures in life. A waiter had a sheet under his arm and he unfurled it. Gallantly he fitted the sheet to the mattress on the floor as Jennifer watched with deeply anxious eyes. No pillows were needed. No teddy bears, or P.J.Õs, or prayers before bedtime. Just a big flat surface, soft underneath, where Jennifer could be reamed into bliss. ÒYou will be the Queen of Sheba, I think, save that youÕll have to keep your legs apart,Ó Miriam sighed. Her sentence ended in a girlish giggle. She led poor wobbly-kneed Jennifer, her legs slim as a schoolgirlÕs, over to the waiting mat. Miriam placed a fingertip atop each of JenniferÕs slim shoulders and applied just a hint of pressure. Her knees buckling more than anything, Jennifer dropped onto the mattress. The sheet was white. It would not show the residue of the menÕs actions too explicitly once their emissions had dried. Jennifer leaned forward and palmed the mattress and then crawled across it, babylike. Even I found myself admiring the cherubic jigglings of her bottom as she kneed her way into the center of the mattress. The bright lines from her whipping showed us all that she was more than ready for fun, even if she herself denied it. With the wincings of a newly-paddled child, Jennifer flipped onto her seat and, gingerly, put her weight upon it. Then she looked up at her captors with pleading eyes. Sitting, her hiney giving her a less than comfortable pair of cheeks on which to bear down, Jennifer drew up her knees and hugged them. The tops of her knees hid her bosoms but her thighs, quite distinctly, given how slim her legs were, allowed her pussy lips to show. Jennifer seemed not to notice the worse position sheÕd put herself in by her attempt at modesty. She wrapped her arms round her legs and put her chin on her knees. ÒCanÕt I just go home?Ó Jennifer asked. ÒIÕve had fun. Really! It was most enjoyable and--Ó ÒShush, dear. IÕm a female and youÕre a female, but IÕm older and I know more,Ó Miriam cautioned. ÒIÕll let you go home when all has been done as it should be. Look at these men! Do you think theyÕre through having fun?Ó Miriam let her question hang in the air. Jennifer surveyed the toadstool forest around her and finally gave a little, compliant sigh. ÒNoooo,Ó she admitted. Her voice was breathy, accepting in the inevitability of her fate even as she tried, however meekly, to blow away all those awful pricks that displayed themselves in her presence. But she had the lungs of a little pig, waiting to be skewered, not of a big bad wolf. Like Riding Hood, waiting for Grandma in a most unique bed of my own, I lay with hips upraised on MiriamÕs ÒLove Hump.Ó The guests turned their attention to me again as turned from the mattress and walked briskly back to the Hump. I noticed everyone fiddling with the rose petals they held. They were eager to begin, to please me. I had nothing to do but lie and wait for it. Yet I teasingly lifted my ass a little, parting my thighs, and showed them my pussy with a seductive little smile prettying my face. They loved it. The women clapped and the men impulsively reached for their dongs and stroked them. ÒOh!Ó a woman cried, as a spattering of sperm suddenly flew from the penis tip of a man behind her and landed on her bare bottom. ÒDick! Not yet!Ó a woman beside the man whoÕd just cum implored him. ÒI-IÕm still hard,Ó the man assured her. He seemed a little surprised as his length did not diminish and his thickness remained the same. Yet the woman heÕd shot off on was forced to wipe herself with her hand. She found wiping him off a little disagreeable, I thought, his gunk making her hands all sticky. But she consoled herself by putting her gooey fingers into her mouth. Her boyfriend eyed her suspiciously. ÒI hope you donÕt like his taste better than mine,Ó he said. ÒNo, I just donÕt, well--Miriam hates to see good sperm wasted,Ó the female replied. ÒYes, excellent! You are most welcome at all my parties, dear, if you have respect for menÕs sperm!Ó Miriam proclaimed. ÒI hope to have a regular troupe here soon, everyone knowing how precious it is to be able to play naked and fuck. WeÕll watch romances in between times, to keep you men from being too beastly.Ó The two waiters appeared, carrying a spreader bar. Miriam told them to put it between my feet. ÒIs this really necessary?Ó I asked, gritting my teeth a little as I felt the leather loops at each end of the bar wrapped round my ankles. The bar was three feet wide! I would be utterly theirs now, not even able to tease anymore, for my legs were captive and spread, like butterfly wings on a pegboard. ÒYes, you might get sore, and I need you to stay open Ôtil the last man or the last woman has had fun pleasuring you,Ó Miriam told me. ÒDonÕt worry, IÕve got KY right here to keep everything nice and wet.Ó She showed me the bottle and then squeezed a bit of it into my open gash. I was quite moist now. There was nothing left to do save to accept my fate and ride it out. Sauron dropped the first petal. I felt a little angry at him and pretended to catch at it with my mouth, but I purposely missed it. If Miriam noticed, she did not complain. I think she preferred joining unfamiliar lovers in sex games. Since IÕd arrived with Sauron, she preferred that another fuck me. Katy was next. Again I pretended to grab at her down-floating petal with my teeth. Again I made sure I missed. Next came Sharon. She was nice, a little flakey, I tried hard for her petal for I knew she wouldnÕt hurt me. But I missed. And then Sandy, lean and fire-eyed and tawny brown from playing long hours in the sun, dropped her petal. Something about her smouldering gaze made me feel I had to do my best to catch it. And, my lips closing on it, my eyes widening in surprise, I realized I had. Sandy smiled a catÕs smile. Without even a momentÕs hesitation, she extruded her little tongue from her lips and dove for my twat. I jerked. I felt a pink spear stab into my softness. My hips rolled on the Hump. I gasped. She found my clitty and tortured it. With heaving breasts, suffering a tension of need as Sandy withdrew her tongue, I gasped out the remnants of my first orgasm. Sandy had, as expertly as a nurse, brought me off. My gash yearned for new attention. She left my hips and sauntered past my head. She gazed down at my face and looked as if she would sit on it, if she could. But Miriam didnÕt want me to be a brownnose, at least not yet. Sandy flicked her head, pretending she hadnÕt really wanted me as Miriam cautioned her not to sit. She strode back to her husband and told him to try me next. He approached. I did not know his name. I wanted to ask, but he scared me. He was brawny and hard all over from weightlifting, not least at the point that made itself quite important, standing up in all 12 of its glorious inches from the center of his form. With an iron grip he seized my thighs with his palms. ÒNo, you must toss your petal first,Ó Miriam told him. He glared at her. ÒIÕm not a fag,Ó he retorted. ÒJust let me fuck her.Ó ÒWould you like me to throw your petal for you?Ó Sharon asked him. He nodded at the strawberry blonde. She accepted the petal from him and turned to me. She did not get behind the hump. He was taking up all the space where she might have stood. Leaning out, standing beside me, letting her breasts hang right over me as if they were cowÕs udders waiting for milktime, Sharon let the little petal fly. I watched leery-eyed as it wafted down toward me. This was cheating! Yet, afriad of the man between my legs, I parted my lips and bobbed my head in little upward-rising motions. And I caught it! I held the rose petal between my lips and realized I was in for the fucking of my young life. With hands of steel the man yanked my thighs even wider than they already were. I coughed and cried out, losing my petal. He stabbed at me with his prick. Miriam, helpfully, squirted a long stream of oil upon his length as he made to put it up me. I screamed. His entry was dynamic, pushy, unloving. He just wanted IN, and my virgin-like tightness was not about to delay him. He fucked me with hard-stabbing strokes and I felt my inner muscles give way. Up he went, making me cry aloud as his hot-iron poker rammed deep into me. Tears stung my eyes. He didnÕt love me. He just wanted to shoot. I was convenient. He let Sandy, his wife, turn his face with her uplifted palm. Looking at her, not at me, he kissed her. With flashing, deep-penetrating strokes SandyÕs hubby reamed me as she and he kissed. Their tongues interwove. Her hands stroked his ass and cupped his large hanging balls. He kept my thighs rippingly-wide and forced me to take him entirely in thundering, merciless thrusts. For long minutes I was forced to endure his assault. At last, enjoying himself immensely, his own wife squeezing his balls with encouragement, my carefree lover spurted his seed into my cunt. I cried with passion as his rudeness sent new waves of orgasm through me. I shivered, I bucked, I tossed my head and wished it would be over, yet also wished it would not be. Withdrawing himself at last, my lover left me. Sandy bent and kissed my tummy and licked up a little of her hubbyÕs sperm from my dell. Then they walked away. His ass was small, tight, hairy. He let it relax as he walked away from me. I watched the tension evaporate from the hinds. Sandy, still needing her own release, swung her hips eagerly. Together, holding hands, they both sat down on JenniferÕs mattress. She was still holding her knees. Sandy crawled over to her and undid her arms. ÒLie back,Ó I heard her whisper. ÒHave you ever rubbed clits with a woman?Ó I did not hear JenniferÕs answer. SandyÕs face murmured over hers and then all sounds of words were replaced by soft tremulous sighs and kissed. Sandy, with businesslike acumen, fitted her legs within the intertwining legs of Jennifer, so that their slits would rub exactly together. Now the crowd parted. All pretense was lost as one group sought JenniferÕs mattress, while the other dropped their petals and descended on me. All was shamelessness. Miriam herself positioned herself over my face and then lowered her big womanÕs bottom onto my nose. I inhaled. I smelt bathroom smells, but with a mingling of perfume. ÒLick my hole,Ó Miriam told me. I felt hands grope between my legs and fingers, seeking my clitty, brush through my pubic hair. I stuck out my tongue. I wedged it between MiriamÕs ass cheeks even as a tongue lapped the undercurve of my own bottom. I sought MiriamÕs puckered anus. I found it and, drawing my breath for courage, I penetrated her with my tongue. She shrieked. It was a happy shriek. ÒYes, dear! Do me! Suck my asshole and fuck me with your little tongue!Ó Miriam called out. I would have preferred that she not tell all the world what I was doing. I stabbed her more deeply for that, hoping to punish her. She felt pleausure instead. She played with her clit as I tongued her hole. Afterward, my legs undone and my hands free at last, I was permitted to rise. The orgy was over. Miriam herself helped me up. I looked at her. We both had guilty faces. Then I glanced about. Everyone was finished. They selected among the bikini tops and bottoms on the floor for something to wear. The women looked like they were searching for bits of nourishment as they picked their way, bird-like, through the detritus of clothing that was scattered about the floor. The men put their trousers and shirts back on. A new decorum took hold in the crowd. Genitals were no longer stared at, and were quickly covered up. Glancing eyes showed modesty. People did not linger over each otherÕs figures, but comported themselves more like they would at an office, afraid of sexual harrassment lawsuits. The girls fitted themselves into the remnants of their bikinis as best they could. Then, the men escorting their lovers out into the darkness, they left. They would escape to their cars in the night. Except for the passing of headlights, no one would see them. It was an elegant neighborhood. A certain boredom, bred in suburbia, ruled the front yards and the streets at night here. Perhaps a policeman would pass, perhaps not, going his rounds. He would deliberately fail to notice the torn bra, or the red lines on a half-covered girlÕs hiney. Here, wealth paid the Law to keep its distance. ÒYou have a beautiful little slave,Ó Miriam told Sauron, my master. He strode up to her to reclaim me. Katy was beside him, dressed but undressed in her fetching bikini. She wore somebody elseÕs top. It was made of leather. One of its zippered bra-cups wouldnÕt close all the way and I caught a hint of pink nipple within the encircling leather. ÒI would like to train her here,Ó my Master told Miriam. ÒCertainly sir,Ó she replied. ÒIÕm well equipped for whatever you desire. You wish to, um, break her in?Ó Miriam asked. Her voice had a touch of sadness to it, as if she hated to part with me. ÒYes,Ó Sauron said. His voice was deeper than before. I sensed he was feeling a new excitement already, despite his labors at the orgy. Katy clung to him like a mermaid. He gazed at me with the eyes of a shipwrecked sailor spotting land. ÒThere is a room upstairs,Ó Miriam told my Master. ÒIt has everything you need. ThereÕs a bath attached. IÕll have the waiters send up food.Ó She looked from Sauron to Kelly, then to me. ÒAsians make the most delicate mistresses, and the harshest,Ó she told me. She slapped my bottom. My undies, brought to the party by some other girl, she perhaps wearing mine, did little to ward off the blow. They were soft cotton, thin as a condom. I yelped a little yelp. Nobody cared. Sauron took me gruffly by my arm and led me off with him. Katy followed. She held a pony whip in her hand and she let it flick itself along her thigh as she carried it in her hand. Stairs beckoned. We trod upward on them. Sauron led me, walking quickly. Katy followed. Miriam stayed behind. I heard her order the two waiters to clean up the room. The party was over. Now, my true ordeal would begin. ----------------------- Dreamgirls! ----------------------- -Free Dreamgirls e-mail subscriptions: send (18 or up) age statement to: roller666@aol.com -My ftp site is: members.aol.com/roller666 -Back issues at Usenet newsgroup: alt.poop? -or send e-mail to: file.archives@backdrop.com -Free minicomics: send a stamped, self-addressed envelope & age statement to: Jim Corrigan, P.O. Box 3663, Phenix City, AL 36868 U.S.A. -Naughty Naked Dreamgirls (Library of Congress ISSN: 1070-1427) is copyright 1996 and a trademark of Andrew Roller. -NEW small Usenet newsgroup: uw.alt.sex.stories -END OF ftp EMISSION