Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in PUSSY PLAYLAND Chapter One When I was 14 I had an older boyfriend. His name was Alex. One day I was in his bedroom, going through his things on top of his dresser. Just nosing around, wearing my cuffed jeans and my concert t-shirt. HeÕd bought it for me last week after IÕd taken his dare and bared my boobs to the band. I was feeling daring, suddenly, and perhaps it was some GoddessÕs wish that I found a little pin on his dresser and felt curious enough to ask him about it. We had just known each other long enough to be frank. He was. ÒOh, thatÕs a sex club I joined last year,Ó he told me. He was casual, but I saw something rise up in the crotch of his shorts as he spoke. For a moment I was speechless. Then, blustering, I said, ÒYou belong to a sex club?!Ó ÒNot since I met you,Ó he added hastily. But he seemed about as credible as a boy with one hand in the cookie jar as he said it. It didnÕt take me long to go storming out of his apartment. I didnÕt care if he was the handsomest surfer dude on the beach, I was NOT hanging with some dude who belonged to a sex club. But, wouldnÕt you know, I found myself pining away for him in the middle of the night. Every night. Finally I decided to get back in with him. And, of course, being an older guy, he had no hangups about me being a brat. Older guys who like younger girls donÕt seem to mind if theyÕre brats. It might even make them like us better. One day, gulping down my pride (not to mention my modesty) I agreed to try his sex club myself. He said heÕd be proud to Ôshow me off.Õ That took another week to get over. Finally, when all my reservations had peeled away, I agreed definitely to try it. I should have known I was getting in over my head when he told me IÕd have to be ÔinterviewedÕ by a woman before I could be accepted. ÒWell, IÕm very pleased to meet you, Kelly,Ó the woman said when I met her at a coffee shop. She quickly assured me that sheÕd cover the bill. I could have whatever I wanted. The prices were glamoursly high, so I decided to have just coffee, the same as hers. Perhaps for my sake she ordered a chocolate-flavored coffee. We chatted. About sex. I confessed to her that IÕd had very little of it. ÒBut youÕre willing to try,Ó Tabitha suggested. That was her name. She looked about 30 and was sleek as a model, with long tapering legs and delicate hands and glorious, glossy long hair, but with bosoms much bigger than any runway model. I must admit I felt a little intimidated in her presence. I was just a schoolgirl, with my t-shirt that said ÒLOSERÓ on it and my jeans that were torn in the knees. Even my hair, which IÕd tried extra hard to make perfect, had been caught outside the restaurant by a big gust of wind that had left it hopelessly tousled. Tabitha, whoÕd been inside waiting for me, had not met with any unfortunate breezes. But Tabitha assured me I looked Ôabsolutely lovely,Õ as she put it. I knew I must look pretty good, because Alex didnÕt hang with uncool chicks. Just to get him, IÕd had to pry away a redhead who looked like a Penthouse Pet. When sheÕd quizzed me completely on my sex experiences and (much more to the point in my case) my unfulfilled sexual fantasies, she took out a little form. She told me I should write my name on it and sign it. I looked at it carefully. Mom always told me to never sign anything. It said, ÒI hereby state that I am old enough to make decisions for myself, and that I wish to be an applicant member of the Brentwood Sex Club.Ó Maybe it was my own momÕs admonition about not signing anything that got me to sign. We werenÕt getting along at the time. I was feeling rebellious and she had just joined the Mormon Church. Not the best match for parent-teen relations. So I signed. When I was done I wanted to rip up the application but TabithaÕs hand stole it away from me before IÕd even realized what IÕd done. The interview ended at that point. She bid me goodbye, asked if I wanted a ride home (I declined) and then left the restaurant by way of her Mersedes. I rode my bike home. You might be thinking I was too young to join a sex club. But, looking at me from a distance, you wouldnÕt have known it. I stared at myself in the mirror that night and gawked at how different I looked from just a year earlier. My hips were still a little on the slim side but IÕd gained height and my bosoms looked like some michievous boy had blown them up in my sleep with a tire pump. I was a sight to behold. I knew if IÕd had fake I.D. I could have signed with Playboy tomorrow. Not Penthouse, maybe (my boyfriend says they have older girls) but definitely Playboy. Or that awful Hudson Hawk magazine I once found in my boyfriendÕs apartment (left, he said, by a pervert friend of his) that features girls actually DOING IT to each other! IÕd never pose for a magazine like that. My boyfriend said my first party at the sex club would be on the beach, along a small private portion of the beach. He told me to just wear my best swimsuit and (to make sure I looked really great) he fronted me the money to go buy whatever I wanted at the bikini shop. ÔThe sexier the better,Õ he told me. ÔAnd donÕt mind the cost.Õ He gave me more than plenty to buy whatever they had. I bought a little silk number that was skimpy as sin. When I showed up at his apartment in it he got another one of his ÔrisesÕ in his pants instantly. It was tied off with bows. The bra cups were slim triangles and the bottom portion was cut so low you could see the first few wisps of my pussy hair curling seductively out of the top of it. In back, it couldnÕt make up its mind whether it wanted to be a thong or not. The compromise kept wedging in my ass crack, which kept my hands busier than I liked. ÒYou came over in THAT?Ó my boyfriend asked. He sounded like my dad that I see once a year. ÒUm, yeah, you said to buy a sexy one,Ó I told him. ÒWell, donÕt answer my door if somebody knocks. IÕm liable to have half the beach up here in a minute,Ó he told me. He lived in a walkup apartment, on the second floor. IÕd parked my bike outside, chained it, and trotted on up the stairs without really thinking about how I looked. I mean, I always wore bikinis, and I was getting to like the more daring ones. This one was just a tad more daring than any of the others, thatÕs all. I figured he was feeling nervous about what we were going to do together. I know I was. In the car driving over (he had a nice big pickup) he said, ÒDonÕt get attached to that swimsuit. YouÕre liable to lose it.Ó I felt a whole swarm of butterflies rise up in my tummy when he said that. But he assured me that heÕd buy me another just like it if I Ôbehaved,Õ as he put it. ÒDonÕt worry, I wonÕt be a brat,Ó I told him. ÒGood,Ó he replied. I donÕt know what I was expecting. Probably to pull up to some gigantic penis-shaped house with lechers leering out at me from every window. Instead, Alex pulled up to a very modest house along the beach. Tabitha met us at the door. She gave me an admiring look. Then, without so much as an indiscreet word, she led us out back to her private yard. The party was just getting started. A big spread of food was laid out. Fresh scalloped fish, salmon steaks, a smoked cheese ball, some pub dip, and all kinds of veggies for people like me who liked to graze and play vegetarian. The yard was sheltered by a phalanx of palm trees that surrounded all three sides of it. The beach lay just beyond, through a small wooden gate. A hedge served to keep prying eyes away. Here and there along the small swaths of neatly clipped grass various flowers grew, adding their scent to the delicious aroma of the food. The girls at the party ranged in age from a little older than me to women in their early 30Õs. Most of them had bikinis on, although a few of the older women opted for t-shirts too, as if to separate themselves a little from us younger girls. Tabitha had on a t-shirt but her bosoms jiggled so freely I quickly guessed there was no bra at all underneath. The men were all older than me. Some were as young as Alex, while others couldnÕt be any less than 40. They all looked quite handsome, though, with the younger ones being especially cute while the older ones exuded a sense of reserve and power that I found a real turn-on. I helped myself to the food and found everyone to be very cool and delightful. Soon I had almost forgotten that I was at a sex club party. I chatted with different girls. Everyone welcomed me without the slightest presumption or indifference. I actually felt more welcome there than at my momÕs church socials, where they were always preaching Ôlove and friendship.Õ Then, suddenly, as I was walking casually across the grass, with a drink in my hand, eating a slice of the cheeseball, somebody untied my top. I almost dropped my drink as I tried to keep my bra cups from slipping into the space between my breasts. I found myself standing there, in front of everyone, with my bosoms showing as if I were some Polynesian girl. Tabitha slipped up beside me. She slid her hand up over my shoulders and behind my hair and undid the part of my bra that was tied behind my neck. In a moment my bra had dropped to the grass. I was truly topless, with nothing to hide my tits from all the friendly eyes. ÒYou have such lovely breasts,Ó Tabitha said to me. Her voice was soft but had a strange yearning in it. ÒPlease let them be seen.Ó My boyfriend came over to me and picked my bra up off the grass and stuffed it in the pocket of his shorts. ÒAlex!Ó I hissed. He grinned. ÒEnjoy the party,Ó he said. Then everything went back to normal. Except, of course, I was topless. Nobody else was. I pleaded with Alex to give me my top back but he told me not to embarass him. So I was left to mingle just as I had before, but with my breasts bouncing in front of me quite freely and nakedly. Traitorously, my nipples stood up immediately and refused to go back down. They caught more than a few eyes as I tried to regain my composure and let people talk to me. The girls spoke to me just as before. They tried very hard to be friendly and put me at ease. The men, obviously, were more interested in my breasts than my face when I talked to them. But everyone was very nice about it and, again, I soon found myself enjoying their company and trying not to think about how my breasts stood out. I was talking to a girl named Beth when Tabitha came up to her with a can of whipped cream. I thought she was talking about BethÕs plateful of strawberries when she asked her, ÒMay I?Ó Beth nodded. She held her plate off to one side and looked down at herself, arching out her hips, as Tabitha neatly opened her bikini panties in front. With a quick shake of the can, Tabitha filled the front of BethÕs panties with the cream. ÒOoooh,Ó Beth shivered. I had no doubt the cream was cold. The can had speckles of moisture on the outside of it, like a Pepsi fresh from the fridge. ÒYouÕre next,Ó Tabitha said to me. She didnÕt ask my permission. But she did slip a hand behind the small of my back and gently ease my hips into an outthrust position. Then she moved her hand to the front of my panties, pulled them open, and filled me up with cream. ÒThere,Ó Tabitha said to me when she finished. Gosh, that cream was cold! I nearly screeched and dropped a plateful of celery and pub dip, but at the last minute I managed to control myself. I looked at Beth as Tabitha moved away from us. ÒItÕs cold,Ó I confessed to her. ÒDonÕt I know,Ó Beth replied. She smiled at me and I couldnÕt help smiling back. A girl came up behind her and undid her top. Beth shrugged it off and I found myself with a boob-mate. She was now as Ôbad offÕ as I was. And the rest soon followed. Tops were discarded and t-shirts and tops came off just as readily. Amazingly, when I looked around, I didnÕt see a sagging pair of tits anywhere. They were all firm and high and wonderfully beautiful. I felt like I was at a convention for breast cancer prevention or something. ÔDonÕt wear a bra, dear, and let them stick out freely,Õ I thought I might hear some bra-burning feminist say to me. Meanwhile, as if whipped cream in my panties and no bra werenÕt stimulating enough, I saw that the men were stripping off their clothes to just their Speedoes. Some guys hadnÕt worn Speedoes, but inexplicably had on underpants instead. They were the fashion kind, too small to wear for comfort. I didnÕt mind. The sight was heavenly. Beth and I forgot to eat our food and just stood and stared at them as they stripped down to their last piece of clothing. Tabitha, ever handy with her whipped cream, insisted on squirting the men full of cream just as she did us ladies. The men had much less room to spare. And so the party proceeded. Once everyone had been Ôcooled offÕ by a little cream in their shorts, the affair proceeded just as nonchalantly as if we were still clothed in our bras. I could hear people playing volleyball on the beach. I was thankful they couldnÕt see into our yard. Imagine seeing a yardful of people where the girls were all topless and everyone had cream in their pants! I heard a roll of thunder in the distant summer sky. I put my hand out. A few raindrops, as if offering some bit of feminine sprinkling at seeing all the men get creamed, fell into my hand. Tabitha came up to me and lifted a newspaper over my head and sheltered me with it. ÒItÕs okay, IÕm wearing a bikini,Ó I wanted to say to her, but she began hurrying me toward her house. Despite the tall, thick hedge and the phalanx of palms, her private backyard wasnÕt safe from the rain, and I was, apparently, too special to get wet. It seemed silly to me. Already I was noticeably moist in the crotch of my swimsuit. But, with a newspaper keeping me dry, she took me past the rain sprinkled flowerbeds and up the back steps of her porch. We slipped in the back door. The others followed. Apparently none of the girls wished to get their bikinis wet. We regrouped in TabithaÕs living room. Two men, their shoulders lightly sprinkled with rain, bent down before her fireplace. They put logs into the brick hearth. They took the logs from a small decorative pile stacked in a cast iron rack. I watched as they lit the fire. Their rumps were barely contained in their Speedoes. I could see streaks of wetness on their nylon-covered butts where the rain had struck them. When they turned back toward us, I saw that there was a substantial wet spot on the front of their swimsuits, where their cocks lay strangled like captive snakes within their briefs. The wetness, I knew, wasnÕt from the rain. Or from TabithaÕs contribution of cream. Had they cum? I hoped not. They had terrific builds and looked like they could keep me busy all night in ways my mother would find quite unacceptable. I touched a finger to the front of my panties and depressed the bulge in my swim suit where the whipped cream was puffing me up. Was this what it felt like to be a man? To have sperm? Tabitha busied herself with a brush, brushing my hair, as if my short walk to her house had somehow tousled it. I felt like a lamb being prepared for dinner. ÒShall I get the clamps?Ó Beth asked Tabitha with a tone of cheery expectation in her voice. ÒYes, please,Ó Tabitha replied. She touched a pair of fingers to my closest nipple and lovingly began arousing it. I looked down, watched her. Scissorslike, but with deceptive tenderness, her fingers toyed with my nipple. When sheÕd finished with my first one, she slipped her fingers to my other one. I thought IÕd been excited before, but her teasing fingers made me even more responsive. My panties were getting wetter by the minute. To my horror Beth returned with a pair of small, shell-like clamps. They seemed to be made from a pair of oyster shells. She squeezed one open and I saw that it was lined with felt inside. Opposite the tiny mouth a tassled weight was hung. I couldnÕt believe that IÕd been relieved of my bra only to have these biting little monsters put on instead. The weights, would they not distort my breasts? I knew African women wore disks that hung from their neck and made their breasts flat, like pancakes. I liked my full round breasts. But Tabitha stroked my left nipple and pressed it up with her tickling finger so that Beth would be able to easily clamp it. One moment I was fighting an oncoming swoon from TabithaÕs attentions, and the next I found myself screaming. ÒThere, there, it doesnÕt hurt that much,Ó Tabitha told me. My unprotected left nipple had been bitten and enclosed within a clamp. I feared that the insidious clamp would clip it right off me! Tabitha slipped a finger between my lips and stifled my scream as best she could. I watched with frightened, teary eyes as Beth proffered the remaining clamp and closed it over my right nipple. Oh, how it hurt! When I calmed down a little bit I found that I could handle it. But the weights made my breasts feel heavy. I felt as if I had twin babies sucking at my bosoms. Tabitha turned me by my shoulders and displayed me to her guests. She pushed me forward with a pat on my bottom and made me walk through the crowd, showing them my newly clamped teats. Oh, how I envied the other girls, with their nipples sticking out erect and free. Mine had jangling weights that, I found as I walked, had little bells within them. They made my nipples sound like tinkling aspirants to a bell choir. The men stared avidly. They seemed to wish to shepherd me into their arms, as if I were a sheep that needed to be put to pasture. ÒYou could clip her cunny lips and make them carry weighted bells too,Ó a woman told Tabitha as she watched me walk by. I showed everyone my breasts and let them admire me. I liked being the center of attention, but I suspected seeing me wince as the clamps pinched my boobs was half the fun for my wicked friends. When I found Alex, at the back of the room, he was letting a girl scoop the cream out of his Speedoes with her fingers. He looked up at me, surprised. ÒKelly!Ó he said. His voice choked as he spoke. His new girlfriend, a girl who looked no older than me, popped her cream-laden fingers into her mouth. She smiled smugly at me as she licked them clean. ÒThis is Francine,Ó Alex told me. ÒPleased to meet you,Ó Francine said to me. But she spoke with an aristocratic French accent that let me know in no uncertain terms that I was, in her mind, just a hopeless amateur. Infuriated, red-faced, I turned away from my boyfriend. I had come here for him! Now he had hooked up with some 14-year-old slut from France and was ignoring me completely! My arms hung at my sides but I felt my hands ball into fists. Did I want to punch somebody? I could feel my fingernails cutting into the skin of my palms, I was so angry. Suddenly I belted the man nearest me. I didnÕt know his name. I didnÕt care. I just slammed my fist into his belly and walked away. Fortunately, being just a girl, my punch did no more than startle him. His stomach was hard and flat and segmented into squares of muscle. He laughed and seemed appreciative that IÕd singled him out for my anger. His buddies complimented him on his sex appeal. I stomped back to Tabitha but, just as I reached her, I turned and looked back at my poor victim. Our eyes met and immediately I knew I wanted him. He was tall, muscular, dark and businesslike, not like Alex, who was blonde and a beach bum. I guessed my new friend spent most of his days wearing suits and driving hard bargains in downtown L.A. while Alex hung around the beach seducing young girls and waxing his surfboard. Fuck Alex! He was going nowhere. So what if all us girls adored him? IÕd be different. I let my new friend know I had an interest in him by letting our gaze linger. Then, on impulse, I yanked down the back of my bikini and mooned him. I made it look like I wanted to offend him again. But, from my gaze, he knew offending him was the last thing I wanted to do. ÒOh, my! Now youÕre being naughty!Ó Tabitha said. She was standing in front of me and couldnÕt see my eyes, since my head was turned back. Abruptly she reached out and yanked on my hair and pulled my head down so that I found myself looking at my knees. ÒGet the bon-bons,Ó she told Beth. My girlfriend, her breasts bouncing merrily, fetched a plate that was sitting on a cocktail table. She presented it to Tabitha. ÒUnwrap one of the bon-bons, please, while I hold her down,Ó Tabitha told Beth. My girlfriend put the plate on a chair next to us. She took a bon-bon from it and unwrapped the gold foil that enclosed it. I felt large calloused male hands clasp my bare bottom cheeks. I had not gotten my panties pulled back up and now it seemed too late. They bunched under my bottom and I reached back behind myself to draw them up but the male at my heinie brushed my hands away. It was the same man IÕd mooned! ÒYouÕre in luck, dear,Ó Tabitha said to me, still holding my head down so I couldnÕt stand up. ÒYou managed to offend one of HollywoodÕs top agents. If you were a male, that would be fatal. But as a female, itÕs possible for you to redeem yourself. Stuart, donÕt you like to spend your recreational time on the weekends introducing aspiring starlets to the business?Ó ÒWell, I introduce their business end to the business...Ó Stuart said. His voice sounded lusty, almost as if he were having to restrain himself from some overwhelming desire. ÒShe has one of the prettiest bottoms weÕve ever had here, donÕt you think?Ó Tabitha asked Stuart in a conversational tone. ÒIÕd love to...Ó Stuart began, but his voice broke off as his huge palms squeezed my little cheeks impulsively. He seemed to want to lay claim to me and make me his own. I felt like a deer caught in a hunterÕs trap. ÒDo you want to spank her, like you do all the other girls you meet?Ó Tabitha asked Stuart. ÒI... usually donÕt confine myself to just a spanking,Ó Stuart replied. His hands gripped my ass harder. I wanted to cry out, the pressure of his grip and his fingers was so hard. Beth, holding an unwrapped bon-bon, slipped a finger into the front of StuartÕs Speedoes. Very nonchalantly, and with an ease and grace that made the whole thing impossibly silly in its simplicity, she drew the front of StuartÕs swimsuit down and released his cock. Stifled for so long, it sprang out like a hungry animal. His dong whacked my heinie and I felt a large dollop of pre-cum splat onto my bottom. Wiggling freely behind me, Stuart let out a great sigh. I heard a chorus of ooohs and aaaahs from the assembled females. Then, not to have their own boyfriends outdone, they loosed them in turn. Soon each female was not only looking with admiration at the man sheÕd freed, but was comparing him to all the other men, who now stood with their swimsuits pulled down so that their cream-covered cocks could waggle freely, as God intended, in the cool air of the room. Outside I could hear the rain coming down hard. WeÕd just escaped it in time. I guessed the beachgoers had left the water to escape any lightning and were huddled up along the seawall under their umbrellas. I felt the warmth from our nearby fire against my skin. We were safe and dry, but I was unfortunately bent over and had a man angry with me. ÒDarling, as a new applicant to our club you must, of course, be tested sexually,Ó Tabitha told me as I admired my knees. ÒSchool tests you academically, a boss might test your aptitude for typing, but here we are concerned only with your sexuality. Your cunt, your hiney hole, your nipples, and your mouth and your hands and all those parts of you that are or can be made sexually responsive. First, you must be stuffed. All girls are when they first join the club, to awaken them to their full potential.Ó Tabitha stroked my long blonde hair with her fingers as she spoke to me. Her touch was light, but I knew I mustnÕt stand. It would just get me even more into trouble, and I seemed to have let myself in for more than I wished already. Stuart held my bottom possessively, as if someone else might steal me from him if he backed away. Which, indeed, was almost bound to happen, given how many hard, hunky guys we had in the room. Any one of them would have wowed me and my friends right out of our bikinis if heÕd come striding down the beach. Even as little girls, before weÕd grown breasts and could make handsome men notice us, weÕd sit playing in the sand and watch them go by and dream of being kidnapped and undressed and, well, whatever it was men did to females. Raped, I guess. Told what to do and made to be their obedient little slaves. We would wonder how many girls a man could father in us as he walked by (never mind that we were too young to get pregnant). We had a theory that the fuller he was in his swimsuit, the more babies he could make. Silly, of course, but we thought it was true. Now I had Stuart behind me and he was armed with a dong my friends and I, as little girls, would have agreed could father the ÔmostestÕ babies. I squirmed to try to escape his grip but he tightened his fingers upon me. I found myself sniffing BethÕs bon bon. She was holding it under my nose. ÒYouÕll want to lick it, honey. ItÕs going up your ass,Ó Beth told me frankly. I felt my tummy flip. For a moment I just stared at the bon bon, feeling queasy. ÒLick it,Ó Stuart told me gruffly. Oh, I wanted to cry out for Alex but he had betrayed me! Feeling a bit of anger rising within me I stuck out my tongue and tentatively licked the bon bon. ÒMore,Ó Beth told me. ÒGet it wet. It needs to be wet or youÕll feel like an ox being gored.Ó I licked again, letting my tongue lave the bon bon completely with my saliva. When I withdrew my tongue it was all chocolatey. ÒVery good,Ó Beth said. Still holding the bon bon, she took it from my lips and presented it to my bottom hole. I felt Stuart thumb my tight little cheeks apart. Beth brushed back her hair from her face, bent over my butthole, and pushed the bon bon against my sphincter. My ring of flesh resisted, but the bon bon was slick and wet. A puff of air escaped my lips, which parted into a pretty O. At the same time I felt the bon bon slip within my hole. Stuart, his cock dripping cum, shoved his penis tip against the bon bon as it sunk with me. I gasped as Stuart persuaded it deeper by jabbing at it with his cock. ÒOhhhhhh!Ó I cried. I felt StuartÕs manhood push almost within me to the flange of his bulbous cockhead. Then, finding me too tight to go deeper, he withdrew himself. Beth presented me with another bon bon. Hesitantly I licked it. Before I could stop myself, IÕd made it as wet as the first. I was feeling heady with the blood rushing down to my head and my bottom felt warm and loved. StuartÕs hands still gripped me like a calf about to be branded. Beth bent, put the second bon bon in me, and Stuart jabbed it up my chute with his big cock. The procedure continued. With fearful licks I wet each bon bon and it was then pressed within my hienie hole by Beth. Stuart made sure each one went up as far as his big dick could push it. I never felt him past the flange of his cockhead, he was so big, but each jab from him pushed not just the newest bon bon into me but all the others that had preceeded it. Soon I was as full in my bottomhole as a plastic candycane thatÕs stuffed with chocolates for Christmas. Gently Stuart drew the seat of my panties back up over my fanny. Tabitha took her hand off my head and let me stand up. When I rose, my face flushed and gasping at my plight, she kissed me lovingly on my lips. ÒYes, dear, welcome to the club,Ó Tabitha said to me. And boy, did she mean it. I was topless but wearing clamps over my nipples. I was permitted a bikini bottom but I had whipped cream squirted all over my pussy and chocolates up my ass. The only part of me that was left unviolated and untested was my cunt. And now Tabitha spoke quietly a sentence that sent chills down my spine. ÒLouis is going to fuck you in your cunny while you have the chocolates up your ass,Ó Tabitha told me. ÒAnd your pretty mouth is going to suck off your boyfriend Alex.Ó I let out a shocked cry of alarm but she shushed me by putting a finger to my lips. ÒYou must still respect Alex even if you donÕt like him anymore,Ó Tabitha said. ÒBut he--!Ó I began. ÒThis is a sex club, darling, not a bible club,Ó Tabitha said. Her voice was polite but firm. ÒWe are here to share and share alike. YouÕll get to know all the members.Ó ÒAnd their members,Ó Beth giggled. Tabitha shot a glance of disapproval at her for cracking such an amateurish joke. She flushed a little and looked down at her toes. Then, as if to redeem herself, she took a bon bon from the bowl, unwrapped it, and bent over and pulled down the back of her panties. As I watched, Tabitha palming and palping my breasts and Stuart stroking my thighs, the two of them enjoying my body, Beth licked the bon bon she was holding and put it into her own bottom! Fascinated, two men standing behind her watched with gladdened eyes. She was bold and they knew it boded well for them should they be lucky enough to get her. Their own girlfriends, seeing their ardor, fondled their dicks to remind them that they already had willing females standing right beside them. ÒThere is no reason to wait any longer,Ó Tabitha observed. She kissed my neck and my slim well-tanned shoulders. My bosoms, white and untanned, stood out in stark contrast to my brown limbs and belly. She hefted my bosoms in her hands and squeezed them appreicatively. I wished she would take off the clamps but she seemed to have no interest in that yet. Instead she turned, called out to Alex to beckon him, and then walked me from the room. Her arm clasped me round my slim waist. She whispered sweetnesses into my ear to reassure me. I felt all queasy in my belly but Stuart, walking along beside me, opposite Tabitha, let me know by a firm hand on my jiggling ass that I had nowhere to run to. Beth, feeling a little funny with a bon bon up her butt, followed us. We walked down a hallway and for a moment it seemed the most natural thing, me just walking with two friends, albeit feeling a mite uncomfortable in my heinie. The carpet was soft and soundless under my high-heeled sandles. My bosoms, weighted but otherwise free, jostled in front of me, making me feel their presence with their every fleshy jiggle. In my panties my cunt was warm and very moist. The whipped cream seemed to have invaded me but its chilliness had warmed to the temperature of my body. It had begun seeping from the lowest portions of my panties and running like sperm down the insides of my thighs. I felt fucked but IÕd not been touched yet. I was indubitubly female. I heard Alex and Francis following, with Beth just behind me. We stepped through a door into an elegant bedroom. There was a huge master bed, made of cherry wood. Its sheets and cover were already turned back. Beside it, on a night table, sat a large bowl with neon condoms piled in it. Around the bowl stood vials of ointment and tubes of cream. The bedroom was papered with flowery rose wallpaper. In one corner stood a large fishtank, bubbling away, with long green reeds waving in its depths and little fishes swimming amongst them. I spotted a baby red grouper. The fish stared at us with wide, unknowing eyes. Trailing out from under the pillow on the bed was the tail of a something. For a moment I was about to scream, thinking there was a snake in the bed. But I gulped and saw, as we drew closer, that it was not a snake I saw but the tail of a snakeskin lash. Coiled around the two posts that framed the bedÕs headboard were slim white ropes. Tabitha guided me to the bed and made me sit down on it. ÒTake off your panties, dear,Ó she told me frankly. She did not wait to see that I obeyed but turned away and pulled open a cupboard within the night stand. She lifted out a large porcelain punch bowl. She turned to the men amongst us. ÒLetÕs pee now, gentlemen, so we donÕt have to interrupt things later,Ó she announced. Tabitha went up to Stuart and presented the bowl to his penis. Quickly, as if shucking off his shorts in a menÕs locker room, Stuart pulled down his Speedoes and stepped out of them. He tossed them aside and I gazed at them lying on the rug. They looked so small and compact. How could they have possibly held his giant prick? It was at least ten inches, all covered with cream, and he thrust it into the waiting bowl and began to pee. How silly it looked to see pee spurting out of a dick all slathered with Redi-Whip! He glanced over at me expectantly as he peed. Dutifully I untied my bikini panties and took them off. I folded them properly and lay them on the corner of the nightstand, where the condoms and ointments waited. Without even realizing it, watching Stuart as he peed, gazing at his flexing ass cheeks, I delicately put a fingertip to my clitty and began twiddling it. Beth, equally impassioned, put a finger to her spot without even taking her panties off. When Stuart was done peeing Tabitha took his offering into the bathroom adjoining her bedroom and emptied it in the toilet. Stuart watched her walk out and stood, waiting like a schoolboy, for her return. When she did come back it was to interrupt Alex, who stood exchanging kisses with Francis, and ask him for his donation. Alex peed lustily into the bowl as Beth and I watched, preparing ourselves for their seed by rubbing our cunnies. Francis pulled AlexÕs swimsuit down off his bottom and gave his buns a hearty slap. He hollared at the sting and pushed his cock more boldly into the bowl, trying to pee even faster so he could get back to her. ÒThank you,Ó Tabitha smiled when he was done. She took his pee to the restroom. This time, when she came back, it was with a glass of clear water. In her hand she held two tablets. ÒBeth, get your panties off!Ó Tabitha scolded my friend. Sheepishly she stopped playing with herself and drew down her undies. She stepped out of them, twirled them a moment on her finger, and then, not thinking to be neat, simply tossed them onto the rug near AlexÕs briefs. ÒGo and have Kelly get aquainted with your pussy,Ó Tabitha told her. ÒKelly, lick your friend Beth clean. I want to get started and everyoneÕs too messy for my tastes.Ó She walked up to Stuart and presented the water to his dick. She dropped two tablets of Alka-Seltzer into the glass and they immediately began fizzing. ÒHereÕs a little bath time fun for your penis,Ó she told him. Happily, awed by her creativity, Stuart put his long penis into her cup. Only half of his dong could fit inside. I watched through the glass as his penis was engulfed by the little fizzing bubbles. ÒWhoa, this feels cool!Ó Stuart remarked. Meanwhile Beth presented her creamy bush to me. Lifting my fingers I put them to her waist and drew her closer to me. I parted my legs so I could pull her right up to my mouth. Watching Stuart out of one eye, I began to lick KellyÕs bush clean. Imagine! If youÕd asked me two hours earlier if IÕd ever lick another girlÕs bush, IÕd have told you, Ônot in a million years!Õ Yet, in this elegant bedroom, with the fish and the waiting bowl of condoms and the two men who were marvelously hard, I did not even give it a second thought. I simply put my tongue into her creamy bush and began licking. Beth, feeling a little sexy, arched her hips forward and caressed my long hair as I tickled her with my tongue. I stopped after a few minutes of attentive licking and looked up at her. ÒDoes it feel good?Ó I asked her. ÒLower,Ó she replied. ÒLower.Ó She pushed her hips into my face even more boldly. I licked down under her, where her private lay, and she gasped as I found her spot. By now Stuart had a partly clean dick, at least, the important part where his cockhead loomed. Tabitha scraped the remaining cream on his cock shaft, where it buried into his body, off with her fingers. Then she went to the bathroom again, rinsed her fingers, and filled up a new glass. She returned and interrupted Alex and Francis again to let Alex wash his dick off. Francis encouraged him to get it very clean by kneeling down and licking at the base of his shaft while Francis gave his cockhead portion the Alka-Selzer treatment. Alex shouted at the feeling of all those naughty little bubbles fizzing around his dick. Meanwhile the fishes swam and stared, swam and stared, not knowing what to think of these monkeys who played at sex instead of simply fucking. When I had Beth quite clean she knelt down between my opened thighs and licked me. Soon we both had pubic thatches that were as natural and free of cream as any in town. We were wet, but weÕd been wet since weÕd first arrived and seen all the handsome men at the party. We stood up and, holding hands, walked over to Tabitha. Although she had lost her top and modest little skirt in the yard, she still had her panties on. Laughingly we all attacked her and pulled off her panties and Beth and I knelt down and quickly licked away the cream that someone had squirted into her bush. When we stood up she stared at us with glowing eyes. We all let our hands pass round to each other and fondle each otherÕs bodies. We didnÕt bother with arms or bellies or legs but went straight for the important parts. Pussies, bottoms, tits, and the penises and balls of the men. We let our fingers explore each other as much as we could standing up. In a few minutes I guessed weÕd be on the bed and get to know each other even more intimately but, just now, we were enjoying the freedom of our nudity and the casualness of our touching. Except for the bon bons stuffed in my bottom it was a beautiful experience. Everyone took their turn playing with my tassled nipple clamps. I felt special, despite the painfully snug pressure of the clamps. Every movement of my body, every teasing touch of my friendsÕ fingers upon my tits, made my breasts respond by shaking my little clamps with their bells. Stuart tried to get my tits to play jingle bells for us. It worked pretty well. We girls played with their balls and tried to get the men to play jingle bells too, with their genitals. I didnÕt work, of course, but it did make the men ever closer to cumming. ÒBoys, youÕll be required to do a lot tonight and I donÕt want any homophobia holding you back,Ó Tabitha told our male guests. She took AlexÕs hand and made him touch and hold StuartÕs big penis. Beth and I and Francis laughed. Stuart was made to stroke AlexÕs member. ÒVery good,Ó Tabitha said at last. ÒNow I want you two to experience something else.Ó She ordered us all onto the bed. She opened the drawer of the nightstand and took out some breath spray and settled in amongst us. We sat cross-legged on the cool fresh sheets of her bed, letting our privates show to each other, admiring what everyone had. Tabitha showed us the Binaca breath spray. ÒItÕs Spearmint, my favorite flavor,Ó she told us. ÒSuger free, of course. We wouldnÕt want any unnecessary cavities!Ó She laughed. Her tits jiggled like big mounds of vanilla pudding, firm but deliciously ample and free. She bit her lip and shook the breath spray a moment and then sprayed it on her own tit. Then on her other tit. She waited for the feeling of the spray to engulf her. She swooned as the full impact of it hit. Then, still reeling under the effects of it, she turned the spray on StuartÕs big cock. Not knowing how it felt (indeed I myself didnÕt at that point) he let her coat his entire member with it. She was just finishing up at his pee hole when Stuart announced, ÒWow! It feels nice and warm!Ó Then, a moment later, the intense stinging set in. ÒYikes! It burns!Ó Stuart groans. ÒIt really burns!Ó ÒOf course, dear, I always mix pain and pleasure. ItÕs more exciting that way,Ó Tabitha answered him. She was still teething on her own lower lip from the sting in her bosoms. Alex, knowing now what he was in for, nonetheless bravely stuck out his penis and let Tabitha squirt it with breath spray. ÒI thought this was for your mouth,Ó Alex grumbled. Tabitha lifted up the spray and shot a squirt of it right into AlexÕs open mouth. ÒIt is,Ó she answered. ÒYuck! You just were spraying that all over StuartÕs fucking cock!Ó Alex said. ÒIÕll make you suck his cock if you donÕt do just as I tell you to,Ó Tabitha answered. ÒThis is, after all, my bedroom.Ó ÒYou sound like youÕre 12-years-old,Ó Alex groused. ÒHey! This stuff really stings!Ó he yelped. She had begun spraying his penis again. He tried to flex it backwards but she grabbed hold of it with her long-nailed fingers and made him keep it sticking right out. ÒGive it to me, baby,Ó Tabitha smiled, as if playing with a swaddling babe. She sprayed him all over his cock and even squrited some on his balls for good measure. Then, turning to Beth, she insisted on giving her nipples the same treatment. Then she lowered her hand, as Beth howled at the first effects of the stinging, and shot some Binaca right onto BethÕs clitty, parting the folds of her cunt with her fingers to make sure she found her spot. ÒOh, no, not me!Ó Francis protested. ÒWhy, I thought you French girls knew all these tricks!Ó Tabitha said to our French guests. Alex held her by her frail shoulders and made her take the treatment just like the rest of us had. Then, skipping my nipples which were imprisoned in the insidious clamps, Tabitha went directly to the folds of my cunt and opened them and found my sweet spot and made me take the spray. We all sat moaning for a few minutes. Our most private, precious places were on fire! At first a wonderful warmth set in and then the stinging came, making us all want to frig ourselves, but we were made to just ride it out, not touching ourselves. Tabitha gave us each another treatment when the effects of the first one had faded. ÒWell, you were all very brave,Ó she said when weÕd ridden out a second round of torture. She leaned back, tossed the Binaca back into the nightstand drawer, and took out a tube of lotion. ÒThis tastes like strawberry, but its clear in color,Ó Tabitha told us. ÒIt wonÕt hurt a bit. I promise. It will make you all better.Ó She squirted some of the soothing lotion on StuartÕs cock and he thankfully received it. He reported that it made him feel cool without setting his member on fire. Each of us eagerly took our turn then. She let us rub the lotion into our skin once sheÕd squirted it on us. ÒMmm, nice,Ó I said. I fingered myself. ÒI have to pee. What about you?Ó Tabitha asked me. ÒOkay,Ó I answered. She got up and went to the bathroom and I heard her rinse out the porcelain bowl sheÕd used to relieve Stuart and Alex with. ÒI can just use the potty,Ó I offered, as I watched her carry the bowl out to the bed. Her large breasts swung temptingly with her every step. I wanted, frankly, to meet StuartÕs member and help him find a place to put all that sperm that was making his balls bulge. ÒNo, use the bowl,Ó Tabitha told me. ÒItÕs more fun for the men that way. Come, get down off the bed and squat over it.Ó She bent and placed it down on the rug. Catlike I unbent my legs and crawled across the bed, letting the men admire my tail. I hopped down and padded to the bowl and squatted myself down over it. I waited, plucking at my moist pubic hair, for my pee to come. Tabitha got some linen napkins from the night stand and unfolded one of them to wipe me when I was done. ÒWell?Ó she asked. ÒOkay, just a minute,Ó I said. And then my pee came squirting out and splashed into the bowl. ÒOhhh, she looks so sweet,Ó Francis said, watching me. ÒPoop out your bon bons too!Ó she suggested. I could feel them bulging inside me and very much wanted to obey her. ÒNo, not until sheÕs had her stuffing,Ó Tabitha said. She told me to squeeze my bottom cheeks together with my hands as I peed to prevent myself from pooping them out. I obeyed, reluctantly. Tabitha knelt down in front of me and wiped my pussy when I was done. Then I got back in bed. Beth and Francis and, finally, Tabitha, took their place on the pot, peeing leisurely, the men watching us, with Tabitha running to the toilet after each pee to empty the bowl. ÒItÕs fun using the potty in front of the guys,Ó Beth admitted quietly to me. ÒYes,Ó I answered. ÒHow do those clamps feel?Ó she asked. Sympathetically she touched the tassles that were hung from my nipples and watched them sway. ÒI want them off,Ó I replied. ÒAs soon as youÕve been stuffed Tabitha will allow it,Ó Beth said matter-of-factly. ÒThen letÕs get it over with, please,Ó I begged. ÒAlright,Ó Beth said. She called out to Tabitha, who was just coming back from the bathroom. ÒTabby! Can Kelly please have her stuffing now? Her tits are hurting!Ó ÒOf course theyÕre hurting! I put clamps on them,Ó Tabitha laughed. ÒAlright, weÕve had enough fun. Time for business.Ó She climbed up onto our bed. ÒStuart, I hope youÕve enjoyed having that sperm in your balls because youÕre going to pump it out now,Ó Tabitha told him. She reached between his legs and possessively cupped his sack. It was taut and full. ÒIÕm more than ready for that,Ó Stuart admitted. ÒKelly, please kneel at the head of the bed,Ó Tabitha told me. ÒAnd lift up the pillow and hand me the whip, please. I want to whip that scrumptious bottom of yours so it feels nice and glowing when Stuart does you.Ó ÒBut--Ó I began. ÒItÕs the opposite of the Binaca,Ó she replied. ÒIt stings when its applied but feels nicer later. Warm and glowing. Fetch, doggie, or IÕll lay on twice as many as I usually do. You did moon Stuart, remember? You deserve a little smacking.Ó ÒI specialize in punishing girlsÕ bottoms,Ó Stuart offered. ÒYes, I know, Stuart, but this is my bed and I want to whip her,Ó Tabitha told him as I gulpingly pulled out the whip and passed it to her. ÒAlso, Stuart, itÕs my whip,Ó Tabitha smiled. ÒYou have a nice white hiney. I may do you later, dear. Have any of your loves ever whipped you?Ó ÒWell, IÕm not into FEMALE domination,Ó Stuart answered. ÒI know, just male, hmmm? WhatÕs good for the goose is good for the gander, Stuart,Ó Tabitha answered, and before Stuart could stop her she gave a test flick of her whip across his ass. ÒWhoa! DonÕt do that!Ó Stuart said. He clapped his hands over his butt. Alex laughed. Both their cocks stuck up like big worms wishing to be forever at attention. I knew weÕd draft them soon, Tabitha and Beth and Francis and I. ÒShow me your bottom, dear,Ó Tabitha said to me. ÒPut your face on the pillow and kneel up properly and let me see that naughty tail of yours.Ó Reluctantly I assumed a position on all fours that let them all see my white bottom, but little of my face. Tabitha eased my legs apart and I felt myself blush as my fig came into view. There was absolutely nothing to prevent them from looking right at my fanny and my private! They gazed at me with casual abandon, as if at some strip show where girls were required to undress. The men wanted to masturbate themselves but, thanks to the Binaca and lotion, they were too much on edge to tolerate any more play. Carefully the girls dandled their balls and stroked the insides of their powerful thighs. ÒDonÕt pop them,Ó Tabitha warned my soul-mates. ÒWe wonÕt,Ó the girls answered, their voices high, like children in the park. ÒMmmm, such a nice bottom,Ó Tabitha observed, turning her attention to me. She slipped the snakeskin lash between her fingers, toying with its length. It had cruel tassels on its tip that were frayed and knotted. ÒThis is an old whip, a little worn,Ó Tabitha told me as I gulpingly looked back at it. ÒThey used to whip racehorses with it. Now its been put out to pasture and is just used on female bottoms. Girls and women who need to be taught to behave. Are you sorry you showed off your bottom to everyone in the living room?Ó ÒYes, very much so,Ó I answered. I felt very nervous. My thighs and legs seemed to be shaking right down to my squirming toes. WeÕd all kicked off our sandles before climbing into TabithaÕs bed but now, with the soles of my soft feet showing themselves to her, I wondered if they were safe. I knew the Arabs tortured feet sometimes. But I was most worried about my bottom. This was something I wouldnÕt even let my mother do to me! ÒReady?Ó Tabitha asked. ÒNo,Ó I answered truthfully. ÒTry not to shout too loudly. I donÕt want everyone cuming in here,Ó Tabitha told me. And then, with a casual flick of her wrist, she sent the whip flying into my fanny. ÒYeeeowch!Ó I gritted. I swallowed hard. I didnÕt want to seem babyish. ÒOooh, poor baby,Ó Tabitha said. She caressed a spot on my bottom where a bright pink streak had been placed. The handiwork of her whip. ÒNow, hereÕs another. Take your medicine,Ó she said. And she let her whip fly again, striking me hard. ÒYeeeeOWCH!Ó I yelped. I blinked back tears. She gave me two more in quick succession. I found myself screaming loudly and tears running down my face, threatening to spoil my makeup. I had waterproof makeup but I knew that sobbing and weeping and smearing my face into my pillow would certainly mess it up. I tried flexing my bottom cheeks to assauge the sting. I tried keeping my chin up, so my face wouldnÕt smear lipstick all over it. But my hands clutched the pillow hard and I knew IÕd be biting into it in a minute. WHACK! WHACK! SLACK! WHACK! Tabitha really gave it to me now. She let several strokes splatter the knots at the end of the whip over my tushy. I howled and ground my face in my pillow and forgot all about preserving my makeup. All the while I was conscious of my fig on display and my titties jangling with their clamps. ÒOh, how nice,Ó I heard someone say at the door and knew, as I bounced on my knees under each new searing lash of the whip, that others had come to watch. My legs were apart, my cunny was on display, and my bottom was bare. What would my mother think? Would I run home to her tonight, rubbing my heinie? How would I sit tomorrow at school. The next strokes of the whip blasted all those thoughts out of my head as Tabitha made me feel the whip very deeply, impressing it into my tender cheeks like nothing IÕd ever felt before. ÒEnough! Enough!Ó I cried. I flattened myself on my belly and my hands flew back to my tush. Madly I rubbed myself, feeling even worse as I touched my flayed bottom. But I had to protect it at all costs! Tabitha tried to remove my hands but I held them as tight as I could to my flaming cheeks. ÒShall we tie her?Ó Francis asked. She scrambled to the head of the bed and began uncoiling one of the white ropes. ÒPoor girl, she has not yet learned the joy of it,Ó Tabitha sighed. ÒReam her, Stuart. IÕve given her all she can take.Ó Stuart came to me then and hefted me right up, his hands round my waist, tight as iron clamps. He lifted my hips and positioned me back on my knees as I begged him through my tears to let me go. Francis, feeling inspired, lifted my chin and kissed my mouth. I did not want her kisses but she insisted, driving her tongue into me and whispering consoling words. This, of course, the girl who just moments before had wanted to see me tied and whipped some more. Stuart put his thing to my cunt. I was sinfully wet and, still gleaming with the lotion Tabitha had applied to relieve his cock from the Binaca, Stuart pushed himself into me as easily as one might. At 14 I was no easy fuck. But, thanks to the whipping and our playing, I was not emotionally resistant. He had only to fight the tightness of my womb itself. I wanted him, if only to get the bon bons out of my butt and the clamps off my nipples. I did all I could, despite my crying and my pain, to open myself and receive him. The bon bons made me even tighter than I should have been, but Tabitha had planned it that way, just to be nasty to me. Every inch of his manhood that he got up me seemed about to split me in two. I cried, I howled, until finally Stuart, getting in front of me to complete my stuffing, put his cock into my mouth. As I sucked Stuart like a baby feeds on a bottle, Tabitha insinuated herself beneath Stuart and put her mouth to my cunny. I felt a sense of shock as her wet, moving mouth, suddenly joined with my clit, even as Stuart drove himself into the folds of my cunt. All around my tiny spot Tabitha slurped and fed, nibbling into me as if I were her dinner and she were a starving child. I moaned, I bucked, I lost all sense of time and space. I even forgot all about the people who stood in the doorway admiring my performance. Well, it was the same folks IÕd shown my bottom to earlier, so I had no cause of complaint, I guess. But I did feel a little embarassed when it was all over. Crying from my whipping and begging Stuart to uncork himself from me even as I bounced my bottom backward to take more of him, I reached my climax and then came some more. I lost track of my orgasms. There was no use counting them, with Tabitha endlessly licking me. Stuart, whoÕd seemed on the verge of cuming as we played with the Binaca, found new strength and held himself back and reamed me again and again. I felt as if IÕd been impaled on some giant iron bar that some inquisitorial Pope was using to spill confessions from me. I confessed, but the torture continued anyway. Somewhere on the far side of heaven I found myself panting with a limp male penis being withdrawn from me. Bleary eyed, my makeup long since wasted and ruined, I looked back to find Stuart had long since removed himself and been replaced by Alex, while Francis fed in my mouth, cleaning it of AlexÕs spent sperm. ÒHi,Ó I said when at last IÕd been left to myself and recovered. ÒHi,Ó Tabitha said. She was lying with her head on my belly and she kissed my belly button. Her bottom, bulbing way down at the tail of her back, seemed smeared with sperm and I guessed someone had taken her in her hole. ÒPlease donÕt whip me again,Ó I said. ÒMmmmm, with a bottom like that youÕre doomed to be whipped until youÕre 40,Ó she said truthfully to me. ÒThen IÕll never have sex again,Ó I declared. Even as I spoke I wished sheÕd move her head so I could frig myself. ÒYouÕre so young and sweet,Ó she smiled. She moved her face down my belly and kissed my bush and I did not stop her. ----------------------- 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