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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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CHAMBERS OF LOVE
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Chapter One
"Ouch," Julie said as she seated herself on the chaise lounge.
I looked up from my book, half reading, half dozing by the
condo's pool. Red-berried arbutus trees bathed me in cool shade.
"What's the matter?" I asked. My 15-year old voice was high,
childlike.
"Oh, my bottom's still smarting from last night," Julie said.
I reclined on my towel-covered chaise lounge, considering. Had she
fallen? A gentle breeze rustled my long, golden blonde locks.
Fantasies whispered in the girl's locker room at school crept into my
mind. I turned and gazed at her with incomprehension. Her bottom?
Then I knew.
"Dan..." My Dan, I wanted to call him, for I had a secret crush
on her husband. "Dan spanked your bottom?"
"Yes," Julie said, squirming uncomfortably. "And whipped it."
"Why?" I blurted, but I had dreamt the answer in my
imagination. In daydreams, when the hot California sun overwhelmed the
school's air conditioning. At night sometimes, furtively touching
myself. Oh, why did the girls at school have to tell me such nasty
things?
Julie told me then, spilling out the details of the games she
and her husband played in their bedroom. In their love nest. Dan and
Julie were newlyweds. Dan had been married before, and he had the
sexual experience of a satyr. I sat spellbound as Julie described her
adventures at his hands, all played out within the four walls of their
apartment. Who would have guessed? I wondered how many other couples
did the same. Our condo complex was in a safe community and had its own
wall and security gates. Guards patrolled the grounds every night. In
the spread of homes beyond a security service patrolled 24-hours per
day. Yet, within, in their double-locked bedrooms men and women played
games of pain and humiliation.
Julie shocked me as she finished her tale with this challenge:
"I know you have a crush on my husband. Did you know he has a crush on
you? It's true." She smiled. "I told him he could have you, but only
if you agree to play along in our bondage games."
I couldn't believe my ears. Yet, somehow, I heard my voice ask
her just how *hard* her husband spanked her.
"Oh, nothing much," she said dismissively. "Nothing a *woman*
can't handle."
***
That night I swallowed hard as I rang Julie and Dan's
doorbell. I'd agreed to Julie's terms. I knew why she was doing it. I
was being let into their relationship so my bottom could substitute for
hers. Yet here I was, ringing their doorbell anyway. I rubbed my
seat. It was barely covered by a leather miniskirt, with white cotton
panties underneath. My skin tingled. Beyond me the sun was being
swallowed by a cloudbank of smog. Night encroached from the east.
Julie opened the door.
"Dan, we have a little visitor," Julie called, giving me a
friendly smirk.
"I don't need any more Girl Scout muffins today," Dan called
back, from somewhere inside. "Of course, I could always use a Brownie."
"Dan!" Julie scolded. "We do have neighbors." She hurried me
inside and firmly closed the door. "We'll have dinner first," Julie
said. "Dan can't work on an empty stomach." She pecked me on the cheek
with a kiss. "I don't have a centerpiece for the dining table. Would
you please display your pretty breasts for us at dinner?"
My breath caught in my throat. Talk about getting off to a
quick start! I was indignant at Julie's boldness and about to turn on
my heels and leave when my eyes settled on Dan. He was sprawled on a
sofa in the living room, unshaven, his blonde locks tumbling over his
shoulders, his shirt partly unbuttoned, displaying a hairy chest. I
felt as if I were in the presence of a lion. Instinctively my hand
touched the buttons on my blouse. I felt a sudden yearning to feed him
my breasts, to nourish his mouth with my nipples. Dan smiled at me
benignly. How many other girls had he played these games with? He was
so cool.
Without really thinking I flicked open two buttons on my
blouse, then two more. Julie stepped in at this point and calmly helped
me out of my blouse. Underneath I wore a lacy white bra. Julie
complimented it, then insisted that it must come off too. I reached
behind me, thrusting out my large, well-formed titties, cupped so
prettily in lace. I looked at Julie with big, liquid eyes, hoping for a
reprieve, finding none. As soon as I popped open the clasp at the back
of my bra her expert fingers reached up and eased the bra off my
juddering boobs.
Julie seemed relieved at my compliance. I felt a certain
tension ease within me also, although I still felt anxious and my
nipples were quavering with excitement. Julie turned and carried my
clothes to a closet where she hung them. With a little key she locked
the closet. Then Julie turned back to me and invited me to help her in
the kitchen with the final preparations for dinner.
Julie herself was conservatively dressed. She wore a blouse
and matching knee length skirt, with an open jacket draped over her
shoulders. Julie's hair was piled loosely atop her head. Her spiked
five inch heels clicked on the tiled floor of the kitchen as she entered
it.
I felt strange as I helped Julie in the kitchen with my bare
breasts wiggling lewdly as I worked. She told me to sift some flour and
a few puffs of the white stuff settled onto my naked boobies. Julie
noticed and calmly wiped off the powder with her fingers. Her touch was
efficient, not erotic, as if she'd done this with other females
countless times before. I finished sifting my flour and turned to
kneading dough.
Finally Julie had me set the table. As I walked out into the
dining area with the silverware in hand, Dan's eyes met my breasts. He
gazed at them longingly, still reclining on the sofa. I couldn't help
but feel proud of my twin endowments. I stuck them out at him and a
smile lit my face. He watched as I set the table. I felt suddenly very
happy. It was fun to go topless! I'd never done it before. I sashayed
about the table, rolling my hips and bouncing my tits. Every time I
bent forward to place a knife or a fork my little miniskirt rode up my
ass, exposing my pantied bottom. Then I retreated to the kitchen for
more bare-breasted duties.
Soon we were ready to eat. Dan sat down at the head of the
table and we sat on either side of him. I ate somewhat
self-consciously, since I was the only one without a shirt on. The
conversation was surprisingly mild. Dan talked about his day at work
and asked me about my schooling. I had just finished my freshman year
in high school and was looking forward to being a sophomore, no longer
in the "runt class" at school.
"I know what you mean," Dan said. "I felt like a walking
cherry as a freshman." Julie and I both laughed.
"Speaking of which," Julie piped in. "Are you still cherry
anywhere?" She looked at me directly. I gulped. Dan gazed at me
expectantly.
"I-I have had a few boyfriends," I stammered.
"And your bottom?" Dan asked.
"N-No," I said. "He didn't..." My voice trailed off.
"Ah," Dan said. His voice seemed to catch in his throat.
"Have some more wine, dear," Julie told me. She refilled my
glass. I lifted it to my lips and sipped. My body felt relaxed.
I heard a sound of unzipping. Julie glanced at Dan.
"Do you need some air, honey?" she asked.
"I'm afraid I do," Dan replied. I couldn't believe he was
undoing himself right at the dinner table. I wanted to steal a peek
under the table. Julie had hinted that Dan was very big. Involuntarily
I rimmed my lips with the tip of my tongue. Julie insisted that I
finish my peas. Wordlessly I complied.
"May I be excused?" I asked a bit later. Julie looked up at
me.
"Do you have to go potty?"
"Y-Yes," I said. "I'll just be a minute." I made to rise but
she stopped me.
"No," Julie said, raising a delicately manicured hand. "We
have plans for your pee." My jaw dropped in shock.
"You're kidding, right?" I asked.
"From now on you should try not to speak unless you are spoken
to," Dan advised me gently. I wanted to get up and run out the door,
but Julie had locked my clothes in her closet. I squirmed in my seat.
I spooned up my strawberry dessert but could think only of my bladder.
Dan finished eating and rose. I gasped and dropped my spoon as
my eyes caught their first sight of his cock. It was 12 inches of
thick, pulsing muscle, with a drop of pre-cum on the tip. Nonchalantly
Dan picked up his empty wine glass and pissed into it. He grabbed mine
too and filled it nearly full.
"Ah," Dan said. "I love taking a good piss after a good
meal." He gave Julie and me a wicked glance. "Especially in front of
two of my favorite admirers."
"Do go and set up the room, dear," Julie said, still finishing
her dessert. "Kim and I will be with you shortly."
I watched with fascination as Dan turned and walked away, cock
waggling. I felt a great deal of fear, for I had no idea what I might
be getting into. But the sight of Dan's breathtaking cock kept me from
bolting from the apartment.
"Let's clear the table, Kimmy," Julie ordered, and rose from
her chair. We rinsed the dishes and loaded them in the dishwasher.
Then Julie checked my makeup and took me by the hand. "Come, we have a
busy night ahead of us," she said. "It's time we got started."
Trembling with uncertainty, I let Julie lead me through their
townhouse. I burned to pee. My hips wriggled exceedingly even as I did
my best to walk daintily, ladylike to my fate.
"Stop dancing around so much," Julie scolded me as we walked,
as if I were some recalcitrant child. "I have to go too but I don't
make a show of it, do I?" She added. It was true. Her full, womanly
hips rolled gracefully from side to side, her gait only a bit more
exaggerated than usual. I strove to walk like her, to no avail.
We came to what looked like a clothes closet, two doors side by
side at the end of the hall. Julie drew back one door. It slid easily
on its tracks. We stepped inside the narrow alcove of the closet,
pushing a few hanging garments aside. There was another door set into
the rear wall.
"Our room is soundproofed," Julie explained. "So our neighbors
can't hear the screaming."
I swear I would have turned and run, but the wine I'd drank
slowed my judgement, my reactions. Julie swung open the rear door and
pushed me inside, following quickly behind me. I stood in a black
chamber and heard the door thud shut. Then it was bolted.
The lights flicked on. Dan was there, a mask over his face,
bare chested, with tight pants on and boots. He was dressed like an
executioner, but with his fly open, his cock sticking out. It throbbed
mightily with every beat of his heart.
Julie, behind me, unzipped my miniskirt as I unwillingly
surveyed the room. Massive machines built to stretch and rend the human
body waited menacingly. It looked like an exercise room, except as I
soon would learn, the training focused on the genitalia. As my gaze
caught sight of a rack of snakelike whips I knew the phrase "No pain, no
gain" would be given an entirely new meaning here. Tipsy with drink and
frozen in a state of shock, I felt my skirt drop to my ankles. At a
nudge from Julie I stepped out of it. My translucent panties were now
my only remaining protection. My agitated bottom, desperate to pee, had
caused my slinky panties to bunch in my ass crack. I reached back to
straighten them but Julie caught my wrists.
"No," she said. She ordered me to walk over to Dan. I obeyed,
walking as gracefully as possible, my ass cheeks hanging out and my
bottom shivering. Dan's eyes fixed on my panty-covered bush as I
approached him, visible thru the semi-sheer fabric. I came up to him
and stood expectantly, my nipples stiff, my mouth slightly open. I
looked at him with my big eyes and begged him in a whispery voice to let
me go to the bathroom. I trembled with the intensity of my need.
Dan thrust a hand against my crotch and rubbed me there.
"No! Dan!" I cried. He was intensifying my need to pee,
pushing me to the breaking point. I didn't want to pee in my panties!
Suddenly my bladder broke open and a rush of pee flooded my panties and
gushed down the insides of my thighs.
"Oooh! Naughty girl!" Julie cried out behind me. Dan had
withdrawn his hand and he stood gazing at me sternly. I bowed my head,
feeling intense humiliation as I stood stock still in a pool of my own
pee. My hair hung elegantly in gold-spun coils about my face and bare
white shoulders, still perfect from my afternoon at the beauty parlor.
My high heels glittered with an unnatural sheen, wet with urine.
"Now look what you've done! You've spoiled our fun!" Julie
said angrily. "Remove those panties at once!"
Fearfully I stripped off my undies. I couldn't tell whether
Julie was really mad at me or secretly happy as I handed her my last
shred of protection. She rung out my panties, clucking disapprovingly,
and put them aside.
Dan told me to come over to the end of the room with him.
Meekly I obeyed. Behind me Julie began doffing her clothes. Dan filled
a bucket with water from an outdoor-type faucet set in the wall. He
stirred the water in the pail with a sponge and then began washing my
flanks. The water was cold, I shivered.
"Spread your legs," Dan ordered. I widened my stance. "Good
girl." Dan rinsed off each of my legs, then studiously set to work on
my cunt and bottom crack. I gritted my teeth, gasped, suffering a
hopelessly uncontrollable sense of arousal. I was a young mare in heat,
being bathed in my stable.
Dan left me dry from the waist up. "There," he said, breaking
off just as I shuddered on the precipice of a first orgasm.
"Please," I moaned, desperate for him to finish me. Julie
grasped my shoulders from behind. She was naked now, save for her
heels. She whispered words of comfort and restraint, repeating a line
from a popular song:
"Relax, don't do it, when you want to come..." Her voice was
softly musical.
Julie's touch was light upon my shoulders, airy, yet I felt I
must obey. My hands trembled at my sides, yearning to touch myself, but
forbidden to do so.
"Let's take a tour," Julie whispered, as Dan gestured
invitingly toward the machines.
My hand found its way into Julie's and we padded, hand in hand,
behind Dan as he showed us around. Each device was explained to me
carefully and patiently. They wanted no misunderstandings, they said,
about what I was getting myself into. But Julie kept a firm grip on my
hand, as if to deny me any chance to back out. Her eyes danced merrily
as I tremblingly surveyed each evil contraption. I lifted a cuff here,
touched a dangling chain there, not really understanding what I was
being told but nodding my head agreeably. Only the lurid sight of Dan's
awesome rod constantly before by eyes kept me from doing all I might to
escape.
"Dan, dear, I do have to go," Julie said at last, waggling her
hips as a suddenly intense pee-tremor coursed through her.
"I suggest we get started then," Dan said, shooting me a
meaningful glance. Instinctively I cringed and drew back. Julie
squeezed my hand tightly.
"Young lady, you haven't been punished yet for peeing in your
panties," Dan said to me with a sudden sternness. "You *will* learn
control here. You will be taught to control your bladder like a proper
young lady, like Julie here." Julie gave a grimaced half-smile and put
a hand, for the first time, between her squirming thighs. She looked
like a kindergarten girl. I wanted to laugh.
"You will learn the wifely duties also," Dan continued. "To
prepare you for marriage. And you will be opened up to prepare you for
childbirth. It is important that you cooperate as best you can. Gags
will be provided as needed to keep your screams bearable. You will be
blindfolded sometimes to shield you from the true nature of the torments
about to test you. And restraints will be graciously provided to help
you endure to the finish."
My soft white skin had dried completely from my mini-bath. Dan
caressed my hips with his fingertips as he spoke, standing slightly
sideways to avoid hitting me with his upstanding cock. He gazed
alternately at my stiff-nippled boobies and moistening dell, with its
little bud hidden in the curls. Dan drank in my beauty, in awe of me
even as he spoke of how he would dominate me.
"You will work, and work hard," Julie chimed in. "But you
won't be using your hands and feet much." She ran a finger down my
tingling spine, and continued ever so lightly into my bottom crack.
"You'll be laboring with your hips, your ass. And your boobs will be
milked repeatedly until they hurt, to prepare you for the day when they
do give milk, to a hungry baby."
"Don't plan on doing much walking afterwards," Dan continued.
"You will be so sore from being full of cock all weekend that just to
move your legs will be an act of agony."
"But you'll recover," Julie said. She licked her finger and
insinuated it between my bottomcheeks. I gasped.
"Look on the bright side. You will have an easy childbirth,"
Dan said smilingly. He faced me and flexed his knees, bending to nudge
my cuntlips with his cockhead. The precum from his penis tip mingled
with the juices moistening my dell. Wide-eyed and mouth sensuously
agape, I reached out and clasped his throbbing dick with both my little
hands. I struggled to encircle it completely with my fingers, or so I
thought, so humongous did it seem. I rose on tiptoe, unsteady on my
heels, mounting myself precariously on my new toy. As I began to ease
down I felt not only Dan's cockhead pushing at me but Julie's finger
also, in my rear.
"I have only one cock but each of you has three orifices," Dan
said, his words beginning to blur in my ears. My pulse raced as I felt
my insides slowly begin to be impaled. "To keep you full we'll use
vibrators, dildoes, and yes, fingers."
"Do not tighten yourself Kimmy," Julie urged, as I
instinctively clenched my cheeks to protect my bowels, even as I lowered
myself, conspiring to have them penetrated. Dan's cock was all I really
wanted, but thanks to Julie's wickedness I wouldn't get one without the
other. A wetness seemed to coat my nether channel now as her digit
pressed more insistently. In front I felt Dan's cockhead opening my
labia lips amidst a swirl of delicious new moisture.
"Ooch!" I cried out suddenly as the ring of my anus popped open
against the bold pressure of Julie's finger. She burrowed within my
nether tube. The shock of violation seemed like a kind of pain to me.
"No! Please!" I cried.
Just then Dan breached my labia, his cockhead splitting wide my
tight lips which engulfed it.
"Aaah!" he and I both cried together, our breaths mingling
sweetly. Our carnal games had begun. Dan grunted at my tightness. In
truth I'd only ever dallied with a younger boy. I'd had no boyfriend my
own age, just a lad of 12 whom I induced to spear me with his little
thing at summer camp. This was my first real cock, and it was a big
one. Dan unflexed his knees and I was lifted up rather than being
penetrated further, so tight was I. But then some female instinct took
over. Somehow I opened to him, just a bit, as the weight of my body
bore me down upon him. He surged his loins upward in desperation. I
screamed and felt his stiffness spear me as nothing ever had before.
Simultaneously I seated myself upon Julie's finger, which
pierced me deeply and painfully. I was in agony as both my channels
opened for the first time to intruders. My body heaved and shook, I
began crying. Yet a warm glow suffused my loins, and newfound moisture
within my channels eased the upward passage.
"Good girl, good girl," I heard Julie softly complimenting me,
her breath upon my back as our bare bodies twisted together. Before me
Dan manfully clutched me and rodded himself in my dell, his hairy chest
titillating my stiff nipples.
No sooner had both my partners invaded me than they withdrew,
almost to the point of leaving me. I sucked in my breath and screamed
as both ends of me were impaled anew. Deeper they both went this time,
then retreated, only to thrust up again.
"Aaagh! Aaagh! Aaagh!" I cried as I became like a rag doll
atop their rigid members. They pumped me with ever greater fury as I
strove, to little avail, to open myself up as much as possible, to avoid
injury. In my mind I was being hurt badly.
Dan grunted, pleased now with my tightness, rodding me
repeatedly. Julie worked herself up and down my back passage, whilst
squeezing her own thighs tightly together with her need to pee.
I must have blacked out for a moment, for the next thing I knew
I was being wracked by a continuous series of orgasms, seemingly never
ending and never beginning, "Worlds without end," as they say in
church. My lusty partners pressed their wet flesh to mine, rodding me
deeply and covering me all about my face and hair with kisses. Dan had
torn off his mask and I thrilled to the feel of his stubbled cheeks
against my face. Julia's tongue danced with mine intermittently,
tasting of the strawberries we'd had for dessert.
Hot gruel flooded my insides suddenly, sperming the deepest
recesses of my hungry, newly opened uterus. Multiple spasms shook me.
Julie groaned and ground her pelvis into my bottomcheeks, pulling her
finger out at last to make space for her pussy.
I'd never been humped by a woman before and it was wild, this
bitch in heat trying to fuck my ass. Of course, pressing directly
against me from behind, her poor clitty met only air where the cheeks of
my bottom inrolled to form my cleft. She had to alternate between
either of my cheeks, squishing her button as best she could against my
twin mounds of protruding flesh. My ass cheeks became covered with her
wetness and then a new shock came. She was peeing!
"Julieee!" I cried, as a torrent of pee baptized my ass.
Dan laughed and gave me a final thrust, urging Julie to save
some of her pee for later. She must have done this, for the flow
abruptly stopped. I was weeping with happiness and the aftereffects of
fright. At last I was let down from my twin-peaked perch, thoroughly
violated and dripping bodily fluids. I was led stumblingly to a couch.
We collapsed upon it in a tangle of arms and legs, Dan on the bottom on
his back, and me sandwiched on my back between the two of them. Julie
lay facing me, our titties nestled together and cunt hairs entwined. I
fell asleep exchanging kisses with Julie while Dan exploringly stroked
my bottom.
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