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