Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in LABORS OF LOVE Chapter Two Chip had spent four long years in the Army and while that might have, at one time, been a choice occupation, with lots of looting and raping and pillaging (particularly the raping part), today the Army was just another forum for indoctrinating men into the virtues of feminism. Never mind that feminism had never won a war, or even a battle (save its own, which had been billed originally as Ôsexual liberation,Õ an idea few men found themselves on the opposite side of). Now feminism was the way to run not just society at large, but the military. And so ChipÕs tour of duty in the Army had been about as stimulating as a ladiesÕ luncheon. The sort of luncheon where the women present werenÕt young enough to be girls, or old enough to be grandmothers. No, being in the Army today was like being a boy somehow trapped in one of those interminable middle-aged ladiesÕ luncheons. Perhaps at one time being at a middle-aged ladiesÕ luncheon might have been tolerable, even for a boy, say back in the 50Õs or 60Õs. At least back then the women might have fussed over him a little, and complimented him; complimented him as a male, not as some product of the feminist state. But today in the Army, it was like being trapped inside one of those ladiesÕ luncheons of the 80Õs or 90Õs, where all women wore prohibition-era attire and all the speeches were about the Greatness of Women and the Evil of Men. Chip just wanted to fuck. And the Army was increasingly not the place for men who wanted to fuck. So he was glad to be out of the Army, and he hoped there was some small part of America left where a man could just be a man and fuck. He was trying out the Internet one night and, thankfully, he was quite new at it, having been cooped up in the Army while everyone else was playing on the Web and getting bored with it and getting thoroughly sick of unsolicited e-mail. He was up on AOL, wading through the ÒFamilies FirstÓ channel and the ÒWomenÕs NowÓ channel and the ÒParentÕs SoupÓ channel, when suddenly a missive popped into his e-mail box. He clicked over to the ÒPost OfficeÓ and read it. It was from Club.com. It looked like a commercial for some stupid, non-existent ÒsexÓ club. But Chip read it anyway, because he was new on the Net and not savvy enough to delete it the instant he saw it. The e-mail invited him to a ÒGroup Grope.Ó That sounded like something he might like. A man could possibly fuck, he mused, if he went to a ÒGroup Grope.Ó He looked again at the name of the club and wondered if the ÒcomÓ at the end of its name could stand for more than just Òcommercial.Ó His penis lengthened and hardened and suddenly ChipÕs underpants were too small. He reached down to get more room for himself and pinched his dick in the process. ÒOw!Ó Chip exclaimed. (He hadnÕt learned yet that a young man was best off using the Net without pants, given the average young manÕs interest while using the Net.) In his new state, ChipÕs mind somehow took up the topic of Òdownloading pornÓ from the Net. But he didnÕt know how to do it and so his mind wandered back again to Club.com. He decided to e-mail them back. ÒIÕll com,Ó he replied. Then he wondered how he was going to live with his erection until Friday. The next day in his e-mail box was a reply from Club.com. It thanked him for agreeing to Òcom,Ó and told him to visit a particular doctor to get himself checked. ChipÕs pulse raced. This was the sort of thing he wanted! Chip printed out the address. The doctor proved to be a woman. Somehow Chip felt relieved at this. He knew when he presented himself for inspection heÕd be hard as a board of plywood. Presenting his stiff cock to a man, even a doctor, felt humiliating. Thankfully it was a woman, about 40, and she knew what heÕd come for. ÒYes, please remove your pants and your underpants,Ó the doctor said upon bringing Chip into her office. ÒI do have to take your temperature and your blood pressure and look in your ears, but you seem uncomfortable and we may as well start with the uncomfortable part, and do the rest after. Sound good?Ó ÒIÕm not uncomfortable, doctor,Ó Chip offered. ÒJust hard.Ó He was anxious that he might have displeased her and he wanted her to know that he was very glad she was a woman instead of a man. He stood taller than her and he looked down at her in her lab coat, her hair pinned up in a bun, and he hoped she understood. ÒOf course,Ó the doctor replied. Her name was Doctor Lillienthal and Chip liked her name, as well as her gender. He wasnÕt quite sure how to pronounce it, though, so he simply called her ÒDoctor.Ó He wished he knew her first name. ÒIÕve seen lots of young men, Chip, may I call you Chip?Ó she asked. Her dark eyes looked up at him and she smiled wanly. ÒMany young men have difficulty controlling their erections when they come to see me as part of their Club application. I understand perfectly.Ó ÒThanks,Ó Chip said. He breathed a sigh of relief and unzipped himself. The doctor stood in front of him, her hands folded neatly in front of her. She watched, a small, pert figure, as Chip undid himself and lowered first his jeans and then, with an anxious gulp, smiling sheepishly, his underpants. His penis popped from his briefs. It was long and it throbbed. He showed it to her feeling awkward and yet eager. She was going to examine him and clear him for the Ògroup gropeÓ at Club com. He knew he was clean (thanks to his stint in HillaryÕs Army). He just needed a certificate from her saying he was. Doctor Lillienthal was shorter than Chip but she had a lean body and long modelÕs legs. Her legs stretched out from under her lab coat and, perhaps a little racily, she wore long black stockings and sparkling black stiletto heels. She bent forward and studied ChipÕs penis. ÒMy, this is a particularly fine one,Ó Doctor Lillienthal said to Chip. She didnÕt touch it at first, but simply looked, and Chip felt her breath upon his cock and he stiffened even more. She noticed his reaction. ÒYes, very responsive,Ó she said. She touched a fingertip to his cockhead. She placed it right on his pee hole. Another female might have been put off at touching him in such a sensitive spot, where his pee came out, but she touched him frankly and with interest. Chip realized heÕd never been examined by a female doctor before. He felt so much better than he had in front of the male Army doctors. They were usually old and he felt stupid when he found himself in front of them. Often he was completely shrivelled, for it would be in the middle of some big Army physical and everyone would be poking at him with needles. For the first time in his life he was being seen by a woman doctor, and he was glad because he was able to show himself to her in his real state, full and big and erect. She could see him as he really was, and judge his health on the basis of what she saw, instead of just inferring, like the male doctors did, that his penis was healthy when he showed them a shrivelled little cock. ÒYes, a delightful specimen,Ó Doctor Lillienthal said. She rubbed the underside of his cock. ÒCould you give me a little pre-cum, please? Do you lubricate properly?Ó ÒSure, yeah,Ó Chip breathed. Her small womanÕs thumb rubbed the underside of his cock encouragingly, right beneath the head where he was most sensitive. A small dollop of pre-cum oozed forth. Very carefully Doctor Lillienthal removed a bare wooden popsicle stick from her lab coat and swabbed it across ChipÕs pee hole. ÒIÕll test this to see that itÕs healthy,Ó she said. There was a soft cloth lying on the counter near to where Chip stood and Doctor Lillienthal reached over and laid the stick on the cloth. Chip could see his drop of pre-cum glistening on the end of the stick. Now that he was even more excited, Chip had no way of stopping the pre-cum that oozed from his penis. Doctor Lillienthal seemed not to take offense at it, however, and he silently thanked her for not minding that he was drooling pre-cum onto her clean tiled floor. The doctor, proceeding with her exam, stroked the veins of his penis and felt the muscles along and between the veins. She lifted his cock up like one might adjust the stick shift on a car. She moved it about, pulled it down, then pushed it up again. She pulled on his cockhead, stretching his entire penis. For a moment he felt as if he were on some medieval rack, being stretched, except it was his penis that they were after. ÒGood blood flow, good circulation,Ó Doctor Lillienthal murmured. ÒYou have a fine implement here, Chip. Do you get to use it much?Ó she asked. She was still bent over him but she looked up with bright, inquisitive eyes. ÒNot as much as IÕd like to,Ó Chip admitted. ÒBut IÕd like to use it more.Ó ÒYou should,Ó Doctor Lillienthal replied. ÒIf you were a horse IÕd tell your owner to put you out to stud.Ó Her hands left his cock. They reached between his legs. She cupped and weighed his large testicals on her palms. ÒMmmm, youÕre quite full, you know that?Ó she asked him. She looked up again. ÒYeah, thatÕs why IÕm hoping to go to that group grope,Ó Chip admitted. Gently she squeezed him. ÒYou donÕt have a girlfriend?Ó Doctor Lillienthal asked. ÒNah, I just got out of the Army,Ó Chip replied. ÒWell, IÕm glad your Army days are over and you can make a contribution to society now,Ó Doctor Lillienthal said. She squeezed his balls encouragingly. They were large in her small hands and he squished out of her grip where her hand didnÕt quite close over him. Her other hand moved back out to his shaft and she encompassed his member with difficulty, still holding his balls with one hand. Then she squeezed hard on ChipÕs balls, suddenly, making him gasp. At the same time she gave a hard yank on his dick. ÒDid that hurt?Ó she asked him. ÒA little,Ó Chip replied. She squeezed him again, harder still, and pulled on his dick like it was a big hard piece of taffy. ÒUnh,Ó Chip breathed. His chest, still encased in his buttoned white shirt, rose and fell. HeÕd worn a white shirt with his jeans to try to look respecatable. ÒA group grope can be a little risky,Ó Doctor Lillienthal explained. ÒYou have to be quite healthy to go to one. People grab you and you grab them. YouÕre all naked, of course. When you wade in to one of those you have to understand that someone might squeeze your balls harder than you like, or use your dick like babies sometimes use toys, with no regard for them. ÒThatÕs okay,Ó Chip gasped. She squeezed him again, hard, and twisted his balls a little as she squeezed him. She pinched the head of his penis. ÒWell, you seem nice and healthy, Chip,Ó Doctor Lillienthal concluded. She let go of his testicals and his erection. ÒI think I can probably get what I need from your pre-cum. But I might need more. If I do, IÕll have to call you back, probably tomorrow, and ask you to ejaculate for me. Would you have a problem with that?Ó ÒNot at all,Ó Chip answered. He was rather hoping she would have him ejaculate for her now. Doctor Lilienthal smiled. She stood upright, releasing him, letting him hang in front of her, all throbbing and hungry. ÒIÕm a professional, Chip,Ó Doctor Lillienthal said. ÒI donÕt fuck my patients and I donÕt give out free blow jobs or hand jobs.Ó A strand of her hair had escaped her bun and she swept it up and put it neatly back as she spoke to him. ÒIf I need you to give me an ejaculation it will be in a little room by yourself, with a small glass, and a copy of Penthouse, if you wish. So IÕm hoping your pre-cum will be sufficent. Most young men have some sperm even in their pre-cum, so the sample IÕve taken should do. But IÕll have my secretary call you if more is needed.Ó She looked down at him, her hair back in place and her hands neatly folded in front of her again. Chip realized she hadnÕt used gloves, like most doctors would, but had let him feel her soft, creamy hands on his nakedness. No doubt it had made him even stiffer, showing her even more clearly the exact state of his penis. He was glad sheÕd trusted his organ. ÒNow, about your erection,Ó Doctor Lillienthal said. She permitted a small blush to color her features. ÒI donÕt want you to be uncomfortable, Chip, so IÕm going to let you keep your pants off for the blood pressure test and your temperature and the other things I have to do. Is that alright with you?Ó ÒSure,Ó Chip gasped. He was feeling more excited than ever. His cock felt huge and he had no idea how he was ever going to get his pants back on. His balls felt like twin eggs stuck between his legs. If heÕd been alone he probably wouldnÕt have been able to resist playing with himself, and relieving himself of his burden. But here in front of the doctor he wasnÕt about to jack off and spoil her appreciation of his stiff manhood. Yet it pained him to be so hard and he wished sheÕd lift up her dress and toss her professional decorum and beg him to Fuck her. For thatÕs what he wanted so much to do. ThatÕs why he was here, to get cleared for a group grope, and it was an agony for him to be so hard and stiff and yet to have to wait and control himself. ÒVery good,Ó Doctor Lillienthal said. She turned and took out a soft towel from a drawer and placed it on a chair. ÒSit your bottom down here. IÕd put you up on the exam table but youÕre too tall and IÕd be having your cock waving in my face the whole time I was trying to check your eyes and ears and throat. The towel is nice and soft. You can sit down without getting your butt cold on the chairÕs hard plastic. Is it chilly in here for you?Ó She touched his arm, guided him over to the chair. He first had to get his pants off his feet and she waited, observing him, touching his arm and his shoulder, while he yanked off his trousers. His mother might have insisted he hang them up but she seemed more concerned with the exam. She moved him to the chair, ignoring his pants on the floor, and sat him down. Chip felt a sense of relish as his bare hairy ass made contact with the soft towel on the chair. They pushed his big balls up between his thighs and he had to be careful not to squeeze his thighs together, for he was very full and that simple act might trigger off his sperm. His cock stuck up like a flagpole, at an acute angle. He assured Doctor Lillienthal that he wasnÕt cold. It was the furthest thing from his mind, he wanted to add, but instead he sat quietly as she began her examination. She looked into his eyes and made him follow her finger. She checked his ears and his nostrils and made him say Ôahh.Õ All the while his dick stuck up, impossibly hard and quite naked, though she was clothed and he was clothed except for his discarded pants. She touched the sides of his neck. She spread her arms and pressed her hands to his shoulders. She smiled. ÒA very healthy young stallion,Ó she grinned. Her face colored. She seemed to battle with herself for a moment and then her face resumed, with difficulty, her professional display of disinterested interest. ÒYouÕre all clear for the group grope unless your test comes back positive for some disease,Ó she said. ÒRemember, youÕll be pulled and pushed and prodded. Not everyone there might be someone youÕd like to fuck, but in a group grope youÕre so busy, and they are too, that you must understand that anyone might shove their cunt over you, and quite a few will want to. Mouths, cunts, hands, anuses, all of them will be vying for your dick even as you help yourself to the females. And sometimes men do men, and women do women. Do you understand that, Chip?Ó ÒYes,Ó Chip said. Her voice was soft and genlty melodic and it inspired his cock even more, listening to her. He could hear his pulse pounding in his temples and he had to fight down an urge to grab her and fuck her. She permitted herself the liberty of running a finger down the length of his cock, even though she was supposed now to be examining his other parts. Lightly she pinched at his pee hole. ÒI suppose girls need more warning than guys,Ó she confessed. ÒIf I were your mother IÕd refuse to let you go, of course. But IÕm not. I understand youÕre a man and you have certain needs.Ó She bent suddenly and kissed the end of his cock. ÒIÕm sorry,Ó she apolgized instantly. She appeared flustered. ÒItÕs alright,Ó Chip answered. A vision of her on her knees, servicing him, welled up in him, and he desperately wanted it to happen, for it made him feel like some great lion, and her a white-coated little lamb. He grinned and she knew how pleased he felt, thinking about her submitting to him and his organ. But she didnÕt touch him again. Instead she straightened and stood upright and looked at him, keeping her eyes on his face. ÒThere are some models coming in later this week and IÕm going to warn them about your penis,Ó Doctor Lillienthal said to Chip. ÒIÕm going to tell them that theyÕd better expect to get Fucked, and Fucked hard, if they show up at a group grope with you there.Ó ÒDonÕt discourage them,Ó Chip replied. Doctor Lillienthal smiled. ÒIÕll try not to. After all, what good is a group grope without some girls at it, even if theyÕre a little naive?Ó ÒMy thoughts exactly,Ó Chip answered. ÒBut remember, Chip, there wonÕt just be precious young models there. ThereÕll be women there, who have wants and desires just like you do, and theyÕll be demanding of such a fine cock as you have. And donÕt be surprised if you feel a manÕs hand on your dick now and then. So relax, and be prepared to give all youÕve got, okay?Ó ÒI could stand giving a little now,Ó Chip said hopefully. ÒNot Ôtil Friday,Ó Doctor Lillienthal answered. ÒUnless your test comes back positive, and I need to do more.Ó ÒWill you be there?Ó Chip asked. ÒNo, Chip. YouÕre on your own. Have fun,Ó she said. She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. ÒGet dressed.Ó She moved away from him. She gave his cock a final look. ÒI donÕt know where youÕll put your penis but I guess youÕve been living with it for 21 years so youÕll handle it somehow.Ó ÒYeah,Ó Chip answered. He wasnÕt sure what heÕd do but heÕd manage somehow to get his jeans back on and exit her exam room gracefully. He wished he had a rain jacket with him, but it was a hot, clear day outside. He grinned at her. He shifted his hips, offered a final poke of his penis at her as she made for the door. ÒBe good, Chip,Ó she said, and left. On Friday afternoon Chip got a phone call from Doctor LillienthalÕs secretary. She told him that he was Ôcleared,Õ as she put it, and he wondered if she knew the reason. If she did she was quite discreet. She told him to check his e-mail and to print out a slip the Doctor had sent him. He thanked her, hung up, and could barely walk across the the room to where his computer was, he was so hard. He liked the secretaryÕs voice and just the sound of it had made him erect. That she was ÔclearingÕ him for an orgy made him so thick with pleasure he almost came in his pants. He was forced to unzip himself before he sat down at his computer. He wondered if the world was full of people on the Net, guys in particular, all sitting around with flagpole penises looking for porn. Well, he didnÕt need porn. He was cleared for a group grope and he was hopeful that heÕd be asked to give every last drop of himself. Still, as he answered his e-mail he wondered about checking the Web to see if he could find some photos he could decode and delight himself with. But he vowed to save himself until the evening, and the slowness of AOL helped him keep his promise. He logged off with a sigh of relief and hoped for rain. Chip was still hard when he arrived at the discotheque. It was located downtown, on the ground floor of a gleaming skyscraper. The Bank of America shared the building, but now it was dark and the weekend had begun and the bank was closed, though its sign glowed hot and red on the building. The night was warm. There was no rain in sight and Chip was dressed in a simple polo shirt and slacks. He had wanted to wear sexy bikini briefs, because he knew ladies liked them, but his penis was too engorged for that, especially having to drive and park and walk to the club and mingle around in it until 10 oÕclock came and he could go downstairs. Chip got past the doorman, a gruff asshole-type that he wanted to show a little Army training to, but he didnÕt. His erection, concealed as best he was able in his pants, kept him on the straight and narrow. Thankfully the club was dark inside and he could move about in the flashing lights without his crotch being noticed. He grew larger in the dark, knowing it was hard for people to see the front of his pants clearly, and then he worried he might be noticeable, despite the darkness. It was almost 10, but Chip had been instructed not to go downstairs to Club.com, underneath the discotheque, until exactly 10. Chip didnÕt want to dance. He just wanted to Fuck, and he watched the dancers with only a feigned interest. There were some very pretty girls in the crowd, dancing with guys, and he hoped some of them might have been let in on the secret club downstairs. Well, if they hadnÕt been, it was too late now. TheyÕd have to see Doctor Lillienthal first. Chip was here tonight to Fuck, and he didnÕt want to strike up a friendship with any girl who heÕd have to leave behind when he went downstairs. So he just watched. He ordered a drink and sat on a barstool and felt thankful that his cock had a little more room to itself now that he was sitting down. The music pulsed in his ears and he checked his watch. Chip got up promptly at 10 oÕclock from the barstool. He went as instructed to the door of the menÕs room. A woman was loitering there. She was very attractive, wearing a slinky black dress with matching high heels. She smiled as he approached. ÒI prefer Big Band music myself,Ó Chip said to her. ÒHappy Days are Here Again,Ó she answered. The correct response. He let her take his hand in hers. ÒCome with me,Ó she said. Slowly, like shadows moving across a field, figures in the flashing half-darkness of the discotheque congregated around and then slipped through a small battered door at the back of the club near the restrooms. Chip found himself led by the woman down a flight of stairs, others following, a few ahead of him. Most knew where to go, apparently, but to Chip all this was utterly new. Squeezing his hand encouragingly, the woman led him down under the discotheque. The stairs they travelled on were old, hemmed in on both sides by flaking paisleyed wallpaper. A battered photograph of Ringo Star stared out at Chip as he passed. At the base of the stairs someone had once painted a colorful mural on the facing wall which, like the stairs, was made of bare wood, the wallpaper having been left off it to make room for the mural. ÒAge of AquariusÓ was lettered in faded paint over a mural of four figures standing on the deck of a yellow submarine. But the colors in the paint had dimmed and someone had spray-painted an AnarchistÕs ÒAÓ over part of the mural. The woman led Chip through a door that was set into a side wall at the base of the stairwell. Suddenly the accomodations became much more lavish. What could easily have been mistaken for a stairway leading down to some dingy storeroom revealed instead a large elegant room with an overhead chandelier. Overstuffed chairs were scattered about the room and a wet bar stood in one corner. Plants with delicate green fronds grew in the corners. ÒWelcome to Club.com,Ó the woman said to Chip. ÒIÕm Laurie.Ó Almost immediately another woman came up to Chip and introduced herself to him as ÒRuth.Ó He was asked his name, replied. They both squeezed his hands. A man offered him a drink. Chip was aware of his dick bulging in his crotch but there seemed no need to hide it now. Laurie and Ruth glanced down at his pants and their eyes contained an eager, expectant look. Even the man, handing him a drink, acknowledged his protuberant organ, giving him a sly grin. Chip glanced down at the manÕs own trousers and saw he was similarly aroused. LaurieÕs slinky black dress was so thin that her nipples, growing suddenly, offered themselves, sticking up like twin thorns from her bosoms. Chip looked at them happily and then noticed that Ruth, wearing the thinnest of blouses, offered a set of peaked tits of her own. Other people drifted into the room behind Chip and he felt a sense of delight that made his pulse race. He sipped at his drink but barely tasted it. Perhaps to satisfy the women, a period of small talk ensued. Introductions were made for the newcomers, gossip was exchanged between those who had met before. Chip found himself surrounded by leggy models and handsome men. He found that he could easily peer into the dresses of the women, for they were all low cut and revealing. They seemed not to mind his inquisitiveness. They let him stare at their breasts as he spoke to them, answering their questions, or asking bone-headed questions of his own, for he had little interest in anything they said, only hoping the moment would arrive soon when he could see them out of their clothes. Chip was staring down into the top of a blonde when she reached out and squeezed his crotch quite frankly and openly. She reminded him of Annette. ÒMy husbandÕs getting together a group for one of the rooms,Ó she said to him. ÒWould you like to join us?Ó Chip felt his need welling up within him. ÒSure,Ó he said. His voice sounded raspy. The blonde leaned forward and kissed his face. A light kiss, as if to say, Ôwelcome.Õ Then she turned and, crooking her finger at him to follow, she led him through the gathered crowd to the far end of the room. She had a luscious ass that swayed behind her, an invitation all its own. Chip couldnÕt take his eyes off her derriere as he followed. ÒOh, are you going now?Ó Laurie asked, suddenly appearing at his side, between himself and the blonde. ÒYeah, with--Ó Chip answered, but he didnÕt know the blondeÕs name. ÒHi Laurie. WeÕre going into one of the rooms. Wanna come?Ó the blonde asked the black-skirted woman whoÕd led Chip downstairs. ÒSure. Let me tell Ruth where IÕll be,Ó Laurie answered. She smiled at them. Her eyes asked permission and she darted away from them. ÒWhatÕs your name?Ó Chip asked the blonde. ÒCall me Sally,Ó the blonde answered. ÒWell, IÕm Chip,Ó Chip told her. ÒPleased to meet you, Chip,Ó Sally replied. She stood before him, small and lovely, and touched his shirt and diddled with one of the buttons on it. A moment later Laurie rejoined them. Chip took LaurieÕs hand and Sally took his and together they slipped into a hall. Ornate lamps hung on the hall, glowing softly, leaving it in half-light, for they were decorously dim. Flowering plants sat in pots near the two nearest doors in the hall. One had a ÒDo Not DisturbÓ sign hanging on it but the other didnÕt and Sally opened it. ÒHere we are,Ó she breathed. There was no furniture in the room. Instead, spread out in the middle of it, leaving very little room to stand about, was a large mat. It was thick and colored blue. It reminded Chip of the floor of a boxing ring, except it had cushions and pillows scattered across it and it appeared to be soft. ÒWould you unzip me?Ó Laurie asked Chip. Smiling, he obliged, even as Sally began to undress behind him. Other men and women filed into the room as they undressed. Chip felt awkward at first, undressing with strangers still coming into the room. But he was hungry to get his cock out and Sally and Laurie seemed nonplussed by the new arrivals as they got out of their own clothes. Suddenly, into the room walked 12-year-old Ginger. She was holding the hand of a man and a woman simultaneously, the two of them leading her, she looking very much like a little underage schoolgirl between them, despite an excess of makeup. She wore a very short miniskirt and long black stockings that, despite being thigh-high, stopped well below the hem of her skirt. On her feet she had big stiletto-heeled pumps, platform pumps, in which she looked a little unsteady. Her blouse was sheer and her breasts had grown since Chip saw her last. She wore pigtails in a kind of defiant statement of her youth, despite her overdone makeup. ÒGinger! What are you doing here?Ó Chip blurted. She saw him and blushed. Her escorts let go of her hands. ÒI get to be in charge of the vaseline,Ó Ginger answered. As pluckily as if she were in a girlÕs P.E. class, she began to undress. The man who had brought her began undressing too, and the woman whoÕd come in with her. Chip felt Sally undoing his belt and he wanted to rebel, to grab little Ginger and get her out of this very adult club, but as he felt his pants fall away he knew he was too far gone to resist. A moment later Sally had his underpants. She pulled them down as lustily as sheÕd removed his belt and jeans. His cock sprang out. Laurie, slithering out of her unzipped dress, turned around and admired his penis. ÒOooh, youÕre larger than I expected,Ó she gushed. ÒWhereÕs the vaseline? We need to get him oiled up!Ó ÒI have it,Ó Ginger answered. Stepping out of her skirt she advanced to where Chip stood. She still wore her blouse. A small purse swung from her shoulder and she reached into it and drew out a big jar of vaseline. It must have taken up all the space in her purse, Chip reasoned, but then he saw sheÕd managed to secrete two tubes of flavored KY jelly in her purse too, for she pulled these out also. As Ginger took out the things the woman whoÕd brought her into the room bent over and yanked down GingerÕs panties. Ginger stepped out of them nonchalantly. Chip wondered how many men sheÕd seen since heÕd taken her virginity. It had only been a few weeks since theyÕd laid together, with Annette helping as Chip deflowered her. Yet now this pigtailed girl was already an experienced sex clubber! The woman who removed GingerÕs panties had red hair, lovely rich masses of it, flowing down over her shoulders. She dropped her skirt and Chip saw her delta mound matched. It was fuzzy and soft and small, in contrast to the hair on her head, which was like a horseÕs main. The woman had large bosoms. They had lovely big pink nipples and Chip saw with pleasure that they were quite erect. She drew a colored KY tube out of GingerÕs hand. ÒOoooch!Ó Ginger yelped. Without even asking permission, the redhead stuck the tube between GingerÕs bottomcheeks and squirted KY into her bottom. ÒI want your little ass deflowered tonight,Ó the redhead said frankly to Ginger. ÒOkay,Ó Ginger answered. She wiggled her childish hips. ÒBut that KY is COLD!Ó The redhead gave GingerÕs bottom a playful slap. ÒOpen your hinds for me, honey. IÕve got to get more lubrication up you.Ó ÒMmmm, itÕs greasy and I donÕt like it,Ó Ginger replied, but she bent over and let the woman part her hinds, spreading her adorable bottom as if it were some luscious fruit that had been sliced down the middle. The redhead jammed the tube into GingerÕs ass again and squirted more KY up her small rectum. Meanwhile, Laurie unscrewed the cap of the Vaseline for Ginger. As Chip watched in amazement the girl, while receiving lubrication in her ass, reached for his cock. He stiffened under her touch, becoming even more desperate and erect. She fondled him inquisitively and then poked the head of his cock into her jar of Vaseline. Laurie slapped ChipÕs bare buns. ÒAre you ready for a long night?Ó she asked with a laugh. Sally threaded her fingers between ChipÕs legs from behind and pinched inquiringly at his balls. ÒIÕm... well filled,Ó Chip answered. His voice was uneven and laden with the heat of his passion. He could barely control himself. He loved the sight of little Ginger bending over his cock and he wanted to reach out and grab her pigtails and force himself into her mouth. At the same time he wanted to rescue her and return her somehow to her virtuous life, the life she must have led before he deflowered her. Yet she was here, in front of him, wearing just a shirt and high heels, bent over so her bottom could be lubricated even as she spread lubricant over his dick. She put a very thick layer of vaseline on his cockhead, right over his peehole, shoving him deep into the vaseline jar. Then she proceeded to dip her fingers into the jar and spread vaseline over his shaft. Her hands worked naively. She handled him like a child might, examining a worm. Her naivite almost made him cum, for there was a tenseness to it, an uncertainty, that hadnÕt been present when Doctor Lillienthal had fondled him. Laurie began stroking ChipÕs penis even as Ginger continued to apply more vasline to it. Laurie knew exactly what she wanted from Chip. The contrast between the hands of the two females sent a new charge of desperate passion through him. Laurie, as she stroked him, played in her cunt with her fingers, arousing herself. Ginger moaned as the redhead squirted yet more KY up her 12-year-old butt. ÒThere, thatÕs all I have,Ó Ginger said frankly, standing up suddenly. SheÕd spread practically the entire jar of vaseline over ChipÕs penis. Great gobs of the stuff hung from his shaft and and decorated his cockhead. His peehole was sealed somewhere beneath a good inch of lubricant. Chip was glad he didnÕt have a need to go use the restroom. But he did need to cum, and he drew Sally and Laurie suddenly close to him, embracing them both. They laughed and played their hands over his huge erection. Sally kissed him. Laurie drew Ginger toward herself, as the redhead, whom Chip later learned was named Beth, followed along, still poking at GingerÕs small bottom with her flavored tube of KY. Their elegant club clothes discareded, the women drew Chip onto the blue mat that covered the floor. He offered no resistance. Their bare bodies rubbed up against his. Their skin was soft, like satin. He let them push him down onto his knees on the mat. The womenÕs breasts bulged before his face and he drew an offered nipple into his mouth. Laurie sighed hotly as he began to suckle her breast. Hands sporting sharpened lacqured nails sought ChipÕs penis. Female hands. They squeezed his strong shaft and cupped his balls, as if milking him, and Chip had to fight hard not to cum into the delicate female hands that played over his genitals. His mouth supped at the womenÕs bosoms as they kissed his forehead and ran their fingers through his hair, both his hair on his head and, getting down by his waist, the hair that sprouted thickly round his member. But despite the bliss of so many females pressing themselves against his body, offering themselves, inquiring playfully, letting him suck and touch and prod where he pleased, the mat room was not one merely for pre-coital groping. Chip knew this, and he knew the women knew this, for they forced him down on his back. They arranged him amidst themselves so that his cock stuck up rude and ready, all the while playing with it, kissing him and his member, and letting him suckle at their teats and delve with his fingers into the secret places between their legs. Suddenly Chip remembered Ginger. He managed to rise through the blanket of blonde and black and red hair that covered his face. He pushed the perfumed bodies of Laurie and Sally and Beth back and propped himself up on his elbows, still lying on his back with his cock sticking up amidst the womenÕs playing hands. And there she was, down by his knees, perhaps aside by the older women. Someone had gotten her shirt off and she looked up, slightly bewildered, at him. From behind a man was wedging himself into her bottom crack, lying partly atop her, his own mouth occupied by yet another woman, a svelte Asian woman, who lay partly on top of him. A group grope! Chip was in the thick of it and as he momentarily wondered if he should do the Right Thing and somehow rescue Ginger, the girl nestled her face under his balls and began licking them. They were small, kitten-like licks, submissive, accepting. He sac of sperm was huge against her face and he ungallantly shoved himself down onto her licking, rosebud mouth, even while still wondering if he should save her. Soft hands pressed down on his shoulders and Laurie kissed him and he laid back down again. Then, to ensure he didnÕt try to escape them again, Laurie moved her ass over his face and settled her slit onto his mouth. Suddenly Chip found himself urged to fuck her with his tongue. He complied, eager to stuff himself into every female opening that he could. At the same time he worried about little Ginger, her ass right on the brink of being fucked by the man who was kissing the Asian and prodding her crack with his cock. But Sally, or perhaps it was Beth, eased herself atop his prick and the next thing he knew a vast pressure engulfed him. His organ was squeezed up into the womb of the female and she seemed to delight at how engorged and thick he was, though it made it more difficult for both of them. He bucked his hips and felt her squash herself sweetly down onto him. 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