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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PUSSY PLAYLAND
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Chapter Two
“Wake up, silly!” I heard a female voice urge. A slap hit my
belly. I stirred. In my mind I was wondering at a teacher’s 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 Tabitha’s eyes. “I’m
sorry, I thought I had the answer,” I said sleepily. Was she my
teacher?
“What answer?” she asked. I felt her fingers press into my
pussy lips and knew, at last, where I was. She slapped my tummy again.
“I know you’re young and blonde and cute,” Tabitha said to me
seriously. “But you’re going to have to participate in our activities
just like everyone else.” Tabitha said.
“Okay,” I lisped. I sucked my finger innocently. She slapped
my breasts. “OWwoooo!” I cried. “That hurt.”
“No excuses,” Tabitha said. Her eyes drank in my 14-year-old
figure. “You have the body for it. Lean and firm, tanned, with nice
big breasts that I know must give your mother fits. Get up, honey.
We’re going to have a contest!”
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.
“Can’t I at least freshen up?” I asked her.
“Why bother? You’re just going to get fucked again,” she
smiled. My belly full of Alex’s 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. I’d 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 men’s
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.
“No! That’s my panties!” I cried out. People’s 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 who’d 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 they’d all been fucking like bunnies out
here because he, as well as the other men, were ‘tamed,’ 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.
“Excuse me a minute, dear,” Tabitha said to me, still
blushing. She drew back a little, not quite depriving the man’s cock,
but withdrawing far enough so that just the tip of his pole touched her
cunny. “Sir, I don’t believe we’ve met,” 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.
“I’m Frank,” he answered.
“Do I excite you, Frank?” Tabitha asked. With her face still
flushed she looked down at his thing poking at her as he sucked on her
finger.
“I want,” Frank said gruffly. He moved his mouth back to
Tabitha’s 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.
“Don’t, Frank,” 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.
“I’m sorry,” 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.
Tabitha’s eyes begged. I moved to her and took her other
breast in my mouth, brushing Frank’s 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
Tabith’s 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 she’d retreated far enough to be free of Frank’s inquiring cock she
gazed at him. He was hung like a donkey and had bulging pecs and biceps
to match. “You’re quite a sailor!” she said to him. Her eyes were
bright. The fire danced in them.
“How did you know I’m in the Navy?” Frank asked.
“Your tattoo, dear. Not too many men would have an anchor
tattooed on their penis with “USN” marked out on it unless they were.”
He glanced down at himself. I gasped. Right there, on his risen penis,
was a small anchor and “USN.” 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.
“Oh yeah,” Frank said. “We get bored at sea sometimes.”
“Well, just to be safe, I’m going to insist that you wear a
condom,” 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.
“I don’t have AIDS!” Frank protested. “They’d kick me out of
the Navy if I did.”
“Mmmhmmm, but you do have a girl in every port,” Tabitha
smiled. She picked out a very big looking condom. “With a cock like
that don’t tell me you don’t, dear,” she added. Frank grinned
sheepishly.
“I’m not unpopular,” he said. Tabitha’s 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.
“There! You look like Mr. Popularity himself,” 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. “Now, where shall I put it?” 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.
“Take him in the ass, Tabitha!” someone called from the
fireplace. There was a round of laughter. Tabitha smiled at the group
and then looked bashfully at me.
“Will you lick me while he pumps my butt?” Tabitha asked me
matter-of-factly. I gulped and felt my pretzel catch in my throat. I
coughed. Tabitha patted my back.
“Okay,” I wheezed.
We moved to the middle of the room. Tabitha brought the
lubricant along with her because we all knew she’d 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.
“Get a sheet or something from the bed. I don’t want to get
rug burns,” Tabitha told me.
“Okay!” 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.
“Someone should do her too,” I heard a woman’s voice say. Two
men rose from the fire and before I’d 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 Frank’s
dick at the same time.
“Okay, I’m ready!” 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 Tabitha’s eyes involuntarily move from me to the
men’s pricks and then back again. She gulped a little gulp. Then she
got down on all fours and we kissed to console each other.
“Don’t let him hurt me,” she said quietly to me. “Keep your
hands free and if I cry out too much, grab his dick and keep it from
going into my hole anymore.”
“He’s going to be awful slick,” I said to her. My eyes were
wide.
“Well, try your best. You’ll be right there underneath me,”
Tabitha said.
“Okay,” I answered. Boy, was this strange! Just a few hours
ago I’d 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.
“Um, I guess I should say hello to your hole,” 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.
“Oh!” I gasped. I felt Tabitha’s hands part my lips and her
tongue poke at me like some wet snake.
“Get each other wet,” Frank announced above us. I looked up
past the bulging rim of Tabitha’s bottom and saw his maleness hanging
ominously over us. But for the condom, I’m 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.
Tabitha’s 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 other’s 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 Tabitha’s 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 Tabitha’s 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 who’d 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. Tabby’s 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.
“Aaaaack!” I shouted. Too late! He forced himself in deeper
and I felt as if he might split me in two. I’d 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. He’d 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 Tabitha’s cunt. She responded by rubbing
herself on me. Frank seemed to like seeing me raped and he began
pumping Tabitha’s 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 Tabtha’s 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 didn’t 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.
They’d 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.
“I think we should go hop in the tub,” 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.
“Yeah, tub time,” 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 Beth’s boob lightly with the strand
of leather.
“Ouch!” Beth exclaimed. But she did not try to protect her
bosoms. They both looked up at us as we entered the bathroom.
“Uh, hi! Can we join you?” Tabitha asked.
“Sure, if you don’t mind getting your nipples whipped!” Beth
replied. Tabitha struck her again, actually hitting her nipple this
time, and Beth shouted out a pained cry.
“Oh, you two are just being silly!” 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.
“No we’re not,” Francis said. “We’re doing some very serious
experimenting, aren’t we, Beth?”
“Yes,” 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.
“Here, each of you need to take two of these,” 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 tub’s 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 didn’t mind what the Aspirin was
for. I swallowed them down.
“Okay, now you may come in!” Francis told us. Tabitha and I
took each other’s 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 I’d sat down
in the tub and could feel the water lapping beneath my breasts Francis
struck them with her whip.
“Owwww!” I cried. I looked down at myself. There was a pink
mark next to my right nipple. Francis hit my left breast. “Stop!” I
begged.
“Welcome to the ‘discipline tub,’” 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 didn’t 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.
“Hey! Don’t get my titties wet! I’m the domme!” 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.
“Well, tub domme, you may be in charge, but you’re still in my
bath tub,” 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.
“Just a little whipping on the boobs, to see what it feels
like,” Francis said with hopeful eyes.
“Alright, just a very little bit,” Tabby replied. She was at
once rewarded with a crisp flick of the whip right across one of her
nipples. “Yeeeowch!” Tabitha yelped.
“Relax. This stimulates the nipples and breasts to keep them
from getting breast cancer,” Francis said.
“You’re just making that up,” Tabitha replied, with an accusing
look in her eyes.
“I’m taking pre-med. I should know,” Francis said. She hit
Tabby on her bosoms again.
“Oh, God! I hope you’re not just fooling with me,” Tabitha
gasped. Her nipple wiggled reproachfully, struck by the whip. Her
breath, deep and tremulous, made her bosoms rise and fall.
“And now you,” 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.
“No no, let me see those nipples,” 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.
“YeeeeOOOOCH!” 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.
“Get back in silly. Are you a skairdy kat?” Francis asked me.
She swung her whip and struck me across my belly.
“I’ll find another bathroom,” 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 wouldn’t miss her bike. I slipped into my mom’s 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 didn’t have my
P.J.’s on.
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