Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in PUSSY PLAYLAND Chapter Two ÒWake up, silly!Ó I heard a female voice urge. A slap hit my belly. I stirred. In my mind I was wondering at a teacherÕs question at school. Dreamily I sucked on my fingertip and considered raising my hand. Somehow, in my dream, I knew if I raised my hand my t-shirt was so short that it would lift up and show my boobies. And then I found myself staring into TabithaÕs eyes. ÒIÕm sorry, I thought I had the answer,Ó I said sleepily. Was she my teacher? ÒWhat answer?Ó she asked. I felt her fingers press into my pussy lips and knew, at last, where I was. She slapped my tummy again. ÒI know youÕre young and blonde and cute,Ó Tabitha said to me seriously. ÒBut youÕre going to have to participate in our activities just like everyone else.Ó Tabitha said. ÒOkay,Ó I lisped. I sucked my finger innocently. She slapped my breasts. ÒOWwoooo!Ó I cried. ÒThat hurt.Ó ÒNo excuses,Ó Tabitha said. Her eyes drank in my 14-year-old figure. ÒYou have the body for it. Lean and firm, tanned, with nice big breasts that I know must give your mother fits. Get up, honey. WeÕre going to have a contest!Ó She permitted me a little stretch and then I got up out of the bed. Seeing a mirror, I ran my hands through my hair. She took my hand and tugged at it. ÒCanÕt I at least freshen up?Ó I asked her. ÒWhy bother? YouÕre just going to get fucked again,Ó she smiled. My belly full of AlexÕs sperm, I walked with her hand-in-hand out to the living room. It was dark, save for the fire in the fireplace where everyone was huddling around. IÕd noticed a chill getting out of the bed. Now I realized someone had turned off the heat and opened a window to let the night air in. It was cold, blowing in off the sea. I thought I heard a boat in the distance sound its horn. It was a warning, to other ships, but I wondered if it might be meant by God to warn me too. After all, I knew nobody here, except my rotten, cheating (and hunky) boyfriend Alex. There in the warm heat of the flames sat all the party guests. Well, not all of them, I realized, as I heard a moan and a groan from somewhere upstairs. The smart crack of a whip followed. Somebody was still at it. Despite the ominous cracking of the whip, which continued, everyone round the fire was buck naked. Their bare skin shone like amber, healthy and young. Even the older men seemed more like college kids in the light of the flames. Amidst the fire a clothesline of sorts held all our swimsuits. They were strung up on an iron pole that ran crosswise above the flames. Bikini panties, bras, and even the menÕs Speedoes hung gracefully over the fire. Some had merely been flopped over the pole while others had been carefully tied. I realized the pole must have been inserted into the hearth after the clothes had been tied to it. I realized, though, that it had been set too close to the flames just to dry our suits. One by one, I saw that the swimsuits were being burned up by the flames. They licked from below, picking their targets seemingly at random. I spied my own bra and undies hanging down over the fire. ÒNo! ThatÕs my panties!Ó I cried out. PeopleÕs heads turned. They saw my expression and laughed. A girl took a small piece of wood and tossed it onto the flames. They rose higher, singed my undies. I gasped. The crotch of my undies took fire and a hole burnt through them. Then my bra caught fire. In just a few seconds my precious bikini went up in flames. The girl whoÕd thrown the wood on the fire had a stick in the other hand, with a marshmellow on it, and she extended the stick into the flames where my panties were burning. She browned her marshmellow under them. In a moment they were nothing but char. They fell as ashes onto her marshmellow and she had to shake her marshmellow to try to get the sprinkling of ashes off it. A girl with a hot dog speared on a stick extended it into the fire. The hot dog began broiling within the flames as panties caught fire above it. A man rose. I guessed theyÕd all been fucking like bunnies out here because he, as well as the other men, were Ôtamed,Õ as they say, in their crotches. His cock hung down limply and his balls extended down like churchbells on ropes. They swung with his every step, loose and satisfied. He walked up to Tabitha and embraced her. She lifted her chin and let him kiss her neck, boldly but submissively, as if he longed to serve her womanly needs. She smiled at me. Freely, sensing he would not be refused, he pushed his hips against hers and ground his thing into her bush. Delicately she withdrew her hand from mine and patted his buttocks. Suddenly, I saw her blush. His thing was standing up! She felt it rise between her legs, inspired by the freedom of the moment, and he gleefully rubbed its length between the lips of her cunt. ÒExcuse me a minute, dear,Ó Tabitha said to me, still blushing. She drew back a little, not quite depriving the manÕs cock, but withdrawing far enough so that just the tip of his pole touched her cunny. ÒSir, I donÕt believe weÕve met,Ó Tabitha said to the man. She touched a finger to his lips. Greedily he took her finger into his mouth and sucked it as if he were somehow going to give it a blow job. ÒIÕm Frank,Ó he answered. ÒDo I excite you, Frank?Ó Tabitha asked. With her face still flushed she looked down at his thing poking at her as he sucked on her finger. ÒI want,Ó Frank said gruffly. He moved his mouth back to TabithaÕs neck and I watched as he slowly gave her a hickey. She gulped. Her throat was slim and swan-like. Then his lips trailed down to her breasts. He closed his teeth over her nipple. ÒDonÕt, Frank,Ó Tabitha begged, but he slowly bit into her until she was forced to scream. He opened his mouth then, and Tabitha withdrew her wounded teat and looked at it. ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Frank replied. He put his lips to her bosom again and suckled it. For a moment I thought he was a little baby, he looked so tender-hearted. Tabitha moaned and begged him to take more of her breast into his mouth. But he concentrated just on her nipple, mouthing and licking and slurping and, most of all, sucking it as if he had not a mouth but a vaccuum. TabithaÕs eyes begged. I moved to her and took her other breast in my mouth, brushing FrankÕs groping hand out of the way. Gently I sucked on her nipple as if it were candy and I were a 5-year-old girl. Tabitha sighed deeply. I felt her belly and it seemed to ripple beneath my fingers. Her own hand moved over my tummy, patted it, then slid lower to find my clit. I was forced to widen my stance to let her play with me. Our hero, meanwhile, thrust his hips back and forth so that he could pleasure his cockshaft within the lips of TabithÕs cunny. He had not entered her yet. Reaching down, I found his thing and felt its hugeness and realized he must be waiting for something. Tabitha stepped back. He let her go. He did not stop her. When sheÕd retreated far enough to be free of FrankÕs inquiring cock she gazed at him. He was hung like a donkey and had bulging pecs and biceps to match. ÒYouÕre quite a sailor!Ó she said to him. Her eyes were bright. The fire danced in them. ÒHow did you know IÕm in the Navy?Ó Frank asked. ÒYour tattoo, dear. Not too many men would have an anchor tattooed on their penis with ÒUSNÓ marked out on it unless they were.Ó He glanced down at himself. I gasped. Right there, on his risen penis, was a small anchor and ÒUSN.Ó It was about halfway down his cockshaft, tattoed right next to the big vein that fed blood and nutrients down to the tip of his dick. ÒOh yeah,Ó Frank said. ÒWe get bored at sea sometimes.Ó ÒWell, just to be safe, IÕm going to insist that you wear a condom,Ó Tabitha told him. She took his hand and drew him toward the counter that separated the living room from a small kitchen. There, next to a bowl full of pretzels, was a bowl with condoms in it. Most of the condoms were gone but someone had, at least, filled the pretzel bowl. I took one and squirted some mustard on it and popped it into my mouth. ÒI donÕt have AIDS!Ó Frank protested. ÒTheyÕd kick me out of the Navy if I did.Ó ÒMmmhmmm, but you do have a girl in every port,Ó Tabitha smiled. She picked out a very big looking condom. ÒWith a cock like that donÕt tell me you donÕt, dear,Ó she added. Frank grinned sheepishly. ÒIÕm not unpopular,Ó he said. TabithaÕs smile widened, making her look almost embarassed as she took a squrit bottle of lubricant from the counter and shot its contents into the condom. Then, placing the little rolled up ring of rubber over the tip of his dick, she lovingly filled his cock with it, unrolling it down him until most of his shaft (but not quite all of it!) was enclosed within the unwrapped condom. ÒThere! You look like Mr. Popularity himself,Ó Tabitha said with a laugh. She batted his condom-sheathed dick with her hand and watched as it wiggled back and forth like a big cellophane-wrapped sausage. ÒNow, where shall I put it?Ó Tabitha grinned. She was still blushing and I realized she felt silly and awkward, like a kid, playing with such a big thing that she knew she was going to be humping and moaning and screaming on in just a few minutes. ÒTake him in the ass, Tabitha!Ó someone called from the fireplace. There was a round of laughter. Tabitha smiled at the group and then looked bashfully at me. ÒWill you lick me while he pumps my butt?Ó Tabitha asked me matter-of-factly. I gulped and felt my pretzel catch in my throat. I coughed. Tabitha patted my back. ÒOkay,Ó I wheezed. We moved to the middle of the room. Tabitha brought the lubricant along with her because we all knew sheÕd need lots of it to take such a big man up her butt. Frank caressed her bottom as she walked. It was small and tight and rolled atop her legs like a balloon. ÒGet a sheet or something from the bed. I donÕt want to get rug burns,Ó Tabitha told me. ÒOkay!Ó I said. I ran from the room. I felt my boobies swinging as I ran. Track at junior high was never like this! I dashed to a hallway closet and opened it and found a big pile of clean white sheets stacked inside. I ran back into the room. The guests admired my poise and my bounciness as I came loping back into the room. ÒSomeone should do her too,Ó I heard a womanÕs voice say. Two men rose from the fire and before IÕd even reached Tabitha they were following me across the room, just walking, their big schlongs growing even as they came toward me. Pretending not to notice them, I unfolded the sheet for Tabitha and unfurled it and let it settle onto the rug. Then I got down on all fours on it and smoothed out all the wrinkles. Tabitha, grinning, watched me and squirted lubricant all over FrankÕs dick at the same time. ÒOkay, IÕm ready!Ó I said cheerily to Tabitha, grinning up at her. I remained kneeling on the sheet. I paid no attention to the two interlopers behind me. But I had no doubt that their things were quite erect by now, for I saw TabithaÕs eyes involuntarily move from me to the menÕs pricks and then back again. She gulped a little gulp. Then she got down on all fours and we kissed to console each other. ÒDonÕt let him hurt me,Ó she said quietly to me. ÒKeep your hands free and if I cry out too much, grab his dick and keep it from going into my hole anymore.Ó ÒHeÕs going to be awful slick,Ó I said to her. My eyes were wide. ÒWell, try your best. YouÕll be right there underneath me,Ó Tabitha said. ÒOkay,Ó I answered. Boy, was this strange! Just a few hours ago IÕd been wondering what a sex club was like. Now I was being put in charge of saving the hostess! Tabitha watched me with soft, bedroom eyes as I got down onto my back. She remained kneeling, her back straight. She widened her knees on the sheet so I could fit underneath her. Once I was settled I reached up and fingered apart the lips of her cunt. ÒUm, I guess I should say hello to your hole,Ó I offered. She was wet and I poked a finger into her just to feel what it was like. Tabitha bit her lip and did not try to stop my probings. Then, feeling frisky, she bent forward and collapsed her legs and let her cunny come settling right down to my mouth. Simultaneously I felt her own fingers and tounge drop down to frig me even as I was doing her. ÒOh!Ó I gasped. I felt TabithaÕs hands part my lips and her tongue poke at me like some wet snake. ÒGet each other wet,Ó Frank announced above us. I looked up past the bulging rim of TabithaÕs bottom and saw his maleness hanging ominously over us. But for the condom, IÕm sure he would have dripped precum right into my eyes! Silently I thanked Tabitha for insisting on it. The rubber was sheer, though, and through it I could see his big cock with its veins all pulsing and ready to fuck. TabithaÕs lips lapped at my cunt. I bucked up at her. She shoved her twat down on my mouth and begged me from some muffled, far away place to lick her like crazy. I smelled her womanly scent. I knew she could smell me. There was a sprinkling of her on my tongue. At the same time I felt myself offer up a potion of my own. We nuzzled, we licked, we ate. Within minutes the two of us were thrashing on the sheet as we fed within each otherÕs pussies like starving Somalis. Above us the men stood, waiting, watching. I knew they must be enthralled by our performance because Frank seemed to grow even bigger before my eyes. His poor condom actually rose back up his shaft, partway, as his thing within grew to greater proportions. I reached up and fingered TabithaÕs a-hole. Frank bent low and put the nozzle of the bottle of lubricant to her hiney. He squirted. I helpfully rubbed the squirtings around. I know Tabby could feel me because she vengefully dug even deeper into me with her tongue. I screamed. I gasped and screamed again. In retaliation I begged from her muff for more lubricant. Frank complied, happily, squirting her a-hole some more. With my fingertips I pushed the lubricant inside her hole. Tabitha bucked atop my face. I knew she wanted it now. Frank did too. As he presented himself to her I licked ever more feverishly to keep her swooning. She spread her thighs even more widely upon my face and I helpfully pulled back her butt cheeks to make her as open as possible. I watched with big eyes as Frank introduced first his pee hole to her, then his indriving cockhead, and finally, as she screeched at his size, the shaft of his penis, shoving the flange of his head past her sphincter as if he were an executioner. Impaled on him, Tabitha lost her will to fuck my pussy and rubbed her cheek on it instead. My muff became a pillow to her. A place of refuge and consolation. She breathed hard on my clit as Frank drove himself more deeply into her. She bit at the fleecy curls of my muff and grazed on them like a sheep. Frank was massive and remorseless. He did not think of anything but himself. Drawing out only a little to give her relief, he burrowed anew into TabithaÕs hole. She bleated sheeplike, as he found yet unopened depths within her. In and out he moved, each time going deeper, never pulling himself all the way out. Tabitha bounced on my mouth and licked consolingly at my pussy. She wanted him, she loved his largeness, the challenge of it, yet the actual taking of him was proving quite difficult. I kept my toungue working quickly over her clit to give her as much relief as possible. She spent again and again on my cheeks. Meanwhile, the two males whoÕd followed me to the sheet were finding themselves too excited to wait any longer. I felt their big palms settle onto my thighs. They drew me apart, as if I were just a doll or a piece of furniture that could be moved at will. I felt a blunt object butt rudely against my cunny. TabbyÕs face seemed to be moved aside, held, restrained. I tried to close my legs but it was too late. Not even knowing the name of the man who wanted me, not even really seeing his face in the darkness, I suddenly felt his manhood come spearing into me. ÒAaaaack!Ó I shouted. Too late! He forced himself in deeper and I felt as if he might split me in two. IÕd not seen his full size. Perhaps he was as big as Frank! My eyes lost their vision a moment as the man at my cunny shoved himself in me. Deeper he went, then deeper still. HeÕd lubed himself, I realized, and inside my wetness I had only my virgin tightness to stop him. I gripped with my belly, it was not enough. He was wilful and strong and determined. I felt him slide up within me and I gasped into TabithaÕs cunt. She responded by rubbing herself on me. Frank seemed to like seeing me raped and he began pumping TabithaÕs bottom. Soon Tabitha and I were both full and the men had us right where they wanted us. With happy strokes they both began pumping. I felt like a farm animal brought to the barn for inseminating. The males were eager to spurt, to relieve themselves. They fucked with abandon. I licked Tabby to keep her happy even as she licked at me. We cried out amidst our licks. The third male, left out, stood over our tableaux and rubbed himself. As we felt our two suitors come within us he spurted out his own reward. He swung his dick around to make sure we all got some. Sperm fell in my hair and in TabthaÕs lovely locks and even got on the men! They shouted at him to stop, but of course he was too happy to. As soon as he was done he withdrew. He didnÕt want to have to face Frank or the other male after sperming them against their will! Many minutes later our course was complete. Kissing each other a final time, Tabitha and I rose up from the sheet. We took to our feet unsteadily. Two girls came up to help us. Our lovers were gone. TheyÕd enjoyed their spending and returned to the fire. I glanced at them. Frank was busily roasting a weinie and the other male, whose name I did not know, was getting himself licked off by a girl. ÒI think we should go hop in the tub,Ó Tabby confessed to me. I looked at her. There was sperm all in her hair and down her back and, thanks to Frank, leaking out her bottom. I reached down and touched myself. Cum was seeping out of my pussy and running down my thighs. ÒYeah, tub time,Ó I agreed. We smiled. Hand in hand we went to the bathroom where, to our suprise, we found Beth and Francis. Sunk within a tubfull of bubbles that came up to their boobs, they were playing with a whip. Francis struck BethÕs boob lightly with the strand of leather. ÒOuch!Ó Beth exclaimed. But she did not try to protect her bosoms. They both looked up at us as we entered the bathroom. ÒUh, hi! Can we join you?Ó Tabitha asked. ÒSure, if you donÕt mind getting your nipples whipped!Ó Beth replied. Tabitha struck her again, actually hitting her nipple this time, and Beth shouted out a pained cry. ÒOh, you two are just being silly!Ó Tabitha said dismissively. Francis, whose hands were still dry, reached over amidst the towels and bath oils piled on the rim of the tub and picked up a bottle of Aspirin. ÒNo weÕre not,Ó Francis said. ÒWeÕre doing some very serious experimenting, arenÕt we, Beth?Ó ÒYes,Ó Beth answered. There were light pink marks on her breasts where the whip had already fallen. Her nipples, despite the warmth of the water, were stiff as nails. ÒHere, each of you need to take two of these,Ó Francis said. She emptied four Aspirin into her hand. Reluctantly, wanting a bath, Tabby and I reached down and accepted the Aspirin. Beth took a glass from the side of the tub and turned and filled it under the tubÕs faucet. She offered it to us to swallow down our Aspirin. Tabitha took it, popped the Aspirin into her mouth, and swallowed them with some water. Then she gave the glass to me. I was aching all over from being fucked and didnÕt mind what the Aspirin was for. I swallowed them down. ÒOkay, now you may come in!Ó Francis told us. Tabitha and I took each otherÕs hand for reassurance and stepped into the tub. We settled down into the bubbles. The water was hot. It felt good. I had to squat down slowly so as not to feel burned. As soon as IÕd sat down in the tub and could feel the water lapping beneath my breasts Francis struck them with her whip. ÒOwwww!Ó I cried. I looked down at myself. There was a pink mark next to my right nipple. Francis hit my left breast. ÒStop!Ó I begged. ÒWelcome to the Ôdiscipline tub,ÕÓ Francis said to me with a candid look on her face. She had a snub nose and impish, widely spaced eyes. She looked like a little French elf, sitting there in the bubbles. And a bad elf, at that. I noticed she didnÕt have any marks on her boobies at all. I splashed her breasts. I felt like pinching them but I was scared of her whip. It was small, a pony whip, but it hurt. ÒHey! DonÕt get my titties wet! IÕm the domme!Ó Francis shouted. It was silly of her. She was wet right up to her midsection, completely immersed in the tub right up to her boobs. But they were, except for my splashing, still soft and dry, like melons grown indoors to protect them from the summer heat. They stood out in pale contrast to her brown, suntanned shoulders, which were just as smooth and dry as her breasts. Her hair was piled up atop her head to protect it from the water. ÒWell, tub domme, you may be in charge, but youÕre still in my bath tub,Ó Tabitha said to Francis. It was true. It was her tub. But I think she admired Francis for her spunk in thiking up such a daring game. ÒJust a little whipping on the boobs, to see what it feels like,Ó Francis said with hopeful eyes. ÒAlright, just a very little bit,Ó Tabby replied. She was at once rewarded with a crisp flick of the whip right across one of her nipples. ÒYeeeowch!Ó Tabitha yelped. ÒRelax. This stimulates the nipples and breasts to keep them from getting breast cancer,Ó Francis said. ÒYouÕre just making that up,Ó Tabitha replied, with an accusing look in her eyes. ÒIÕm taking pre-med. I should know,Ó Francis said. She hit Tabby on her bosoms again. ÒOh, God! I hope youÕre not just fooling with me,Ó Tabitha gasped. Her nipple wiggled reproachfully, struck by the whip. Her breath, deep and tremulous, made her bosoms rise and fall. ÒAnd now you,Ó Francis said to me. I cupped my breasts with my hands and lifted them up, as if in offering, but really to slip my thumbs over my nipples. ÒNo no, let me see those nipples,Ó Francis said to me. Regretfully I pulled my thumbs back but kept my hands under my bosoms. She struck twice, licking into each of my boobs, hitting my nipples both times. ÒYeeeeOOOOCH!Ó I shouted. I leapt up from the tub and was out of it before I even knew what had happened. I bit my lip and massaged my poor nipples. ÒGet back in silly. Are you a skairdy kat?Ó Francis asked me. She swung her whip and struck me across my belly. ÒIÕll find another bathroom,Ó I told her. I stomped out of the bathroom, cupping my breasts protectively, agonizing over the state of my nipples. They were O.K., I finally decided, rubbing them. But I went upstairs anyway, looking for another tub. When I found one it was occupied by a man and a woman. They were bent over it, their heads down inside it and their legs outside, kneeling on a throw rug. Their asses were offered up to a domme in a corset and boots and she was happily flaying their tushies. Their bellies, though, pressed onto the rim of the tub, were held aloft and protected by soft cushions. In the moonlight, skirting the headlamps of cars, hoping nobody saw me and kidnapped me, I rode a bike home. I had nothing on. I hoped Tabitha wouldnÕt miss her bike. I slipped into my momÕs house in the dead of night and went upstairs and put myself to bed, in my own bed, after enduring a quick shower. I felt dead tired after the stress of bicycling in the nude. Quickly I fell asleep and when my mother came up to wake me in the morning she was shocked to find I didnÕt have my P.J.Õs on. ----------------------- 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