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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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CHAMBERS OF LOVE
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Chapter Sixteen
I spent the next two weeks back at the count's recovering from
my ordeal. He took great interest in my condition and inspected me
daily, supervising my recovery like a doctor. His servants pampered me
as if I were an Aztec princess, recuperating after being sacrificed upon
the altar of the Sun God.
Julie, who had never seen such a thoroughly chastised bottom,
spent much of our first day together staring at it, whilst I lay on my
belly in bed and described to her how it had gotten that way. She urged
me not to leave out a single detail of my punishment. She wept for me
as I told her of my agony under each of the different implements.
When my bottom could stand it Julie rubbed salve onto it and
took charge of nursing my twin globes back to health. Slowly the weals
and bruises faded. The long whippy marks disappeared. At last my hiney
returned to its perfect pearly whiteness, as if no one had ever laid a
hand on it. This was on the last scheduled day of our month's
enslavement to the count.
"Come, girls, there's someone I want you to meet," he said as
we packed our things. He accepted our imminent departure with
equanimity. Our studded collars had been removed that morning. No
doubt by evening they would already be clasped about the throats of two
new girls.
We followed the count downstairs and into the parlor. We were
fully dressed, ready to go. It felt strange to be wearing clothing
again. Suddenly my eyes fell upon a familiar countenance, and bust. It
was Helga!
It's funny how someone you once convinced yourself to hate can
come back into your life and make you feel good. I was truly delighted
to see her, as was Julie. It was as if we'd matured a bit during our
month at the count's (me especially), and there were no chips lingering
on my shoulder against her. We chatted gaily. She asked if she could
join us on the road. We said we wanted to see a bit more of Europe
before we returned to America, and we really needed her to guide us.
She accepted the offer, said she'd be our "chaperone." We laughed.
For all his efforts with the whip, the count had never gotten
around to actually fucking me. He gazed at me as Julie and Helga and I
stood before him a final time, bags in hand, ready to depart. He'd
given us the loan of a bright red Lamborghini for our travels.
"God, I was so impressed with your ravishing beauty that I held
off on fucking you, foolishly, I suppose, considering that others proved
less restrained," the count mused.
"Well, you had your crack at her," Helga admonished.
"Quite a few," I said, absently giving my tushy a quick rub.
Then I stepped forward and modestly bussed him on the cheek. "Goodbye,"
I smiled. He made to kiss me on the lips but coyly I withdrew.
"You are welcome any time," he urged.
"I know," I replied. We left him then, standing in his great
stone hall. As we pulled away I knew I would never be back. He was too
old, after all, too lonely and morose. I felt sorry for him then. He
was the true captive in his castle. Girls like myself remained free and
unfettered, alighting there for a moment, perhaps, to receive some
needed discipline, then leaving.
I was more confident about myself now, about my body, after
staying the month at the count's. I had arrived a snub-nosed mall rat,
self-centered and sassy. Now I felt I was a young lady. I was eager to
experience the world on these new terms, as a full-fledged young woman.
Little did I know that Helga had already planned for our first stop to
fulfill my wishes.
We spent most of the day idly tooling along back roads towards
Germany. We crossed the border at sunset. Helga said she thought it
wise for us to economize where we could. There was a youth hostel
nearby, she said, run by a particular sect of the Mennonites.
"Celebrating God and nature as one," was their slogan. It sounded like
something David Koresh might have dreamed up. Their hostel had several
unique features to it that were not to be missed, Helga said. Julie and
I agreed we'd spend the night. It was another one of those situations
where curiosity got the best of us. Fortunately we both seemed to have
nine lives.
In a forest of ash and black alder stood, by itself, a modest
wooden building. After our stay at the count's it seemed rudely
spartan. Its architecture was that of the saltbox, namely, four walls
and a roof, with a chimney. Weathered clapboards covered its exterior.
We parked out back, in a grassy clearing. I knew we were in for a
rustic time when Helga parked within yards of an outhouse. There were
no uniformed footmen to help us in with our bags. We trundled in with
them ourselves and, finding the front desk, were assigned a room.
One bedroom would have to suffice for all three of us, the
clerk said. She was a woman wearing a hood and cloak that reminded me
of a nun's habit, though more medieval. Helga replied that such an
arrangement was fine. We lugged our bags upstairs. Julie and I
exchanged glances, but said nothing. The stairs to the second floor
creaked under our footsteps. There was no hand rail. The walls were
uniformly bare.
"Helga, you forgot to get the key," I piped up suddenly as we
headed down a hallway.
"Won't need one," Helga replied. "Just take what you want out
of your bags, whatever isn't valuable, and then we'll lock the rest back
up in the trunk of our car."
"You mean our room won't have a lock on the door?" Julie
asked.
"Nope," Helga replied. "I told you this youth hostel was
somewhat unique."
Our bedroom proved to be a small cubicle furnished with a
single bed. It had a brightly polished brass headboard and footboard.
But it creaked when you sat down on it. From much use, Helga said.
There was a slight bow in the middle, as if to urge its sleeping
occupants closer together. There was also a wooden stool, which had
been placed in front of a mirror, where one could apply one's makeup.
And there was a closet, with built-in shelving at one end. Other than
that the room was empty. Helga said that the bathroom was down the
hall.
"The entire building has only one bathroom, and one shower,"
Helga said. "So don't be surprised if you see a man in there. And it's
quite likely that someone will jump in the shower with you. But you
need not be alarmed. We are all equals here, fellow travellers." I was
beginning to get a glimmer of what the hostel's 'unique features' might
consist of. Helga began unbuttoning her blouse. "Clothing is optional,
so I'm going to take advantage of such a lenient policy and get out of
these things I've been wearing all day." She matter-of-factly stripped
down to a pair of nothing panties as Julie and I watched, fidgeting,
wishing we could occupy ourselves somehow. But there was nothing,
absolutely nothing, to do in this hostel. Save one.
"While we are assigned this room, you may go into any room you
choose, at any time. None of them can be locked," Helga said.
"But what if-what if someone is having sex with their
boyfriend?" Julie asked.
"She will probably invite you to join her," Helga smiled. And
I realized that the one thing you could do in abundance here was have
sex. Raw sex with total strangers. I shivered. I felt a little less
confident in my young ladyhood. In my assessment of myself as a
full-fledged woman.
Standing in her skimpy panties before us Helga filled us in on
the final, more mundane details about the hostel. "Dinner is at
ten-thirty for late arrivals like ourselves. Then there's breakfast at
eight, lunch at noon, and the main dinner at six p.m. Its a communal
dinner downstairs in the great room. Buffet style, just help yourself.
There's an above ground wooden pool out back. It's not heated, so be
prepared for a chilly entrance. I'll see you in a bit. I'm going for a
swim in my panties."
Carefree and topless, a small towel draped over her shoulders,
Helga sauntered out of our bedroom. I watched her rolling bottom cheeks
shifting within her tight little undies as she left. I turned to Julie.
"Well, it's clean, at least, immaculately clean," I said.
"Yes, the hostel may creak when you walk up its steps but at
least the steps are well swept," Julie replied. "Would you join me in
the shower? I'd like to have at least one person I know in there with
me."
"Okay," I said. I pulled off my top.
"Let's keep on our panties," Julie advised. "I'm not sure I
want to be totally nude in a shower that just anyone can walk into."
"Good idea," I said.
"We can always pull them down to our knees to wash ourselves
between our legs. And then we can pull them back up."
"Yes."
For reassurance we took each other by the hand for our trip to
the shower. We slung towels around our necks and placed the ends
artfully over our bare titties. Then we started down the hall.
Suddenly a female scream rent the air, from behind a closed
door. It was followed by plaintive cries for help. Instinctively Julie
tried the doorknob, thinking it would prove to be locked. Instead it
turned and the door swung open easily on its hinges.
"Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" the same female voice cried out now. With
gaping eyes we found ourselves staring at a beautiful young woman being
fucked up both ends by two hardy men. They pumped her with abandon, yet
one managed to glance over at us.
"Forgive her, it's her first time," he said, not missing a
stroke as he spoke to us. Blearily the girl looked over and invited us
to come in. Then she bowed her head and worked her hips more
vigorously, joining in the act of her own deflowerment. She rode the
man who had spoken to us. He lay beneath her, thrusting up into her
cunt. At her ass a second man, pumping furiously. I wondered how it
could be her first time ever, then realized they might mean her first
time taking two pricks at once.
Julie and I turned and left, thanking them politely. I did not
notice that, in blanching at the sight, my towel ends had fallen from my
breasts. Julie too now sported a brightly visible pair of cherry
nipples, their stems rising. Together we continued on toward the
bathroom, clad only in red panties that were a size too small.
As we approached the door to the bathroom a man stepped out,
totally nude. I couldn't help glancing at his cock, which was large and
swung easily between his legs. He followed my eyes.
"You must be new here," he said. Julie and I both nodded. He
kept walking, mentioned that the shower water was warm for a change, bid
us to have a pleasant bath. Then he was gone.
Gratefully we found that the small tiled room that served as a
gang shower was empty. A bar of soap sat in a tray by one of the
dripping nozzles. Julie fetched it and turned on a shower head. I
turned on a second one and we began to soap ourselves with our hands.
I had my panties down around my knees and was washing my bottom
when a totally naked young man and woman stepped in, hand in hand. They
smiled at us and the woman suppressed a giggle with her hand. I knew
she was laughing at my attempt at modesty, my panties. I blushed.
"I guess I look kinda geeky, huh?" I asked.
"Yes, but it's alright," she said as she and her friend turned
on a nozzle and began washing each other. "Everyone has misgivings when
they first arrive." Her hands went to her paramour's penis and she
began lathering it. He was erect, balls tightly drawn up. "You will
find that no one will ever force you, unless you want them to. We are
all very casual, very open here. People come and go and you meet new
ones all the time. Everyone is cleared in advance for their beauty and
as being free from disease." She regarded Julie in her red panties.
"You two must have someone else with you, eh? Someone who arranged your
stay?" We nodded, said it was Helga. "You see? Your friend sent in
the paperwork for you. So now you know how it is done. If you want to
be forced there is a woodshed out back. Just beyond the pool. You can
invite someone to take you there for a whipping. Or just go there, it's
well used. Someone will give you what you need. Otherwise you needn't
worry about being pushed into anything you don't want to do. So relax,
take off your panties. It's a rare thing to be able to feel so
uninhibited, especially amongst strangers."
We followed her advice and drew our panties down our legs. We
looped them over a shower head and continued washing. Our new friend
washed only her boyfriend's penis. He concentrated solely on her
titties and cunt. Soon they were both moaning ecstatically, and they
kept on repeatedly washing the same areas. Fortunately they'd brought
their own soap, or we'd never have gotten hold of the bar again if we'd
lent them ours.
We rinsed, replaced the soap in its tray for another to use,
and bid our fellow couple goodbye. They mumbled back, straining on the
brink of orgasm yet trying to shudderingly hold themselves in. I
admired their control. As Julie and I dried off they successfully eased
themselves off the edge of orgasm. Then the woman let go of her
husband's quivering tool and walked over to where we'd stood bathing.
"You forgot your panties," she said, taking them down from the
nozzles for us. She gave them to us and we thanked her. Then she
padded back to her husband and asked if he were ready again. He agreed
and they began soaping each other's genitals once more.
***
At dinner Julie and I met another couple who had just arrived.
They had visited before, said it was one of the high points of their
trip to Europe.
"Everyone is so nice here," the woman, a luscious Australian
with big boobs, said. Her husband, a trapper from the outback, nodded.
"My husband is so vigorous. He outlasts me every time. He needs to be
able to come to a place where he can totally exhaust himself for a
change." She said it was their second trip, but they hoped to come many
more times. I believed her about her husband. He looked like Crocodile
Dundee, but with a massive chest. I trembled at the thought of him
exhausting himself on me.
Many of the diners were naked. Julie and I still clung to our
panties, as the faithful to some religious talisman. But we were bold
enough to go topless now, without towels. "Croc," as I nicknamed him,
spent the meal enjoying the swaying of our boobs. He himself was naked,
with a partially erect cock that already would rival many men's in
size. His wife, also nude, had the body of a sex pin-up, but she
displayed it unselfconsciously. Both of them seemed without pretension,
despite their obvious beauty in a crowd that was already selected on the
basis of possessing just such an attribute. A nice lot, the
Australians, I thought. We could use more of them in America.
"Why don't you join us in our room?" Beth, our Aussie dinner
companion, asked when we were finished eating. Julie and I considered a
moment and said we would. There wasn't much else to do, that was for
sure. We grabbed some rolls and cheese for Helga, who apparently had
decided to continue her swim.
Chatting casually we mounted the creaking staircase to the
second floor. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Croc's organ
stiffening. He was fully erect by the time we'd reached the landing at
the top of the stairs. We talked about the nice weather as we strolled
down the hall, then we arrived at their door and they opened it, letting
us in.
Another bare room, furnished only with a big brass bed. And a
stool. On the stool had been placed KY jelly, some colored condoms, a
jar of petroleum jelly. I went over to it and daintily made room for
Helga's rolls, tied up in a linen napkin.
The bed had been turned back, and its sheets looked cool and
inviting after our long day on the road. There was no place else to
sit, so with Beth taking the lead we all plopped down onto their bed.
It bounced as we each sat, the springs well worn from years of (no doubt
vigorous) use.
Beth scolded Croc for his erection. Julie complimented it,
saying it appeared to be a very fine instrument. I agreed.
Beth laughed. "Why don't you untie your panties, girls?" she
softly suggested. "We're not at dinner anymore." Julie and I stood and
faced them. Why we felt this was necessary I do not know, but I
sultrily undid my ties and then let my undies drop to the floor. I
regarded them there a moment, as if debating whether to pick them up,
then gave my hair a toss and sat back down on the bed. Julie also made
a little production of the removal of her panties, then nonchalantly
took her place on the bed again.
We conversed pleasantly for several minutes, our glances
becoming ever more seductive, the topics racier. I ran my hands along
my thighs. I spread them slightly. Julie touched a finger to her
throat, then between her breasts. Beth tugged absently at her pubic
hair. Croc leaned back on his elbows and, discussing mating habits in
the outback, gently thrust his cock into the air repeatedly. We girls
giggled at this, fascinated.
Beth stepped gracefully from the bed. "I hope you don't mind,
but when he does that it means he wants his dick oiled," she said. Then
she smiled at us. "His fine instrument." We blushed.
She got the KY jelly and laved it on with her hands. We asked
if we could help.
"Two pair of hands are better than one," she said gaily. "But
since we have three, one of you better concentrate on his balls." I
chose to take his testes, found them full and tight. After a bit Beth
switched with me and I got a chance to finger his throbbing penis,
sharing it with Julie. I squirted more KY jelly onto my fingers and
rubbed him some more. My bare breasts danced before his eyes.
"What will you do with yourself when you're all lubed up?" I
asked.
"Take a cold shower, no doubt," he replied.
"Oh, you needn't do that," Julie said. "There's plenty of room
in here for a wet, hard cock."
"I think I'd best turn the sheets and covers all the way down,"
Beth said quietly. She rose from the bed and prepared it so that only
the stretch-sheet upon which we sat remained. The cover sheet and
bedspread were bundled in a neat roll at the foot of the bed. Julie and
I, finished now, wiped off our oil-slathered hands on Dan's hairy
thighs, just as Beth had wiped hers a moment ago on his back.
The room was pleasantly warm. We were perched on a kind of mat
now, and there could be little doubt of its use. Beth got back on the
bed, on her knees. She gazed at Julie and I.
"Shall we get started?" she asked sweetly. For an answer Julie
and I smiled and kneed over to her. We each took one of her glorious
bosoms in hand, cupping it. Julie kissed a nipple first, then I,
lightly. I deposited a drop of saliva on the tip and watched as I
withdrew my mouth, still open, my tongue extended. I made a string of
saliva extend from her nipple to my tongue. Then it broke.
"Thank you for inviting us," I said softly. Then I returned to
her breast. Beth gasped, cried out as we nursed on her tits. I got on
all fours, as did Julie, and presented my bare tushy to Croc. He rose
to the invitation by palming my bottom and then spreading the cheeks.
He pressed his slathered rod into the length of my crack. I shivered at
its impressive size, girth. It would be quite an experience for me to
take something like that!
Beth seemed to read my mind. She patted the top of my head,
tousling my blonde hair. "You'll manage," she assured me. "That's what
we're here for, to help you."
Julie mewled and wiggled her own bottom in the air. Croc
gently let go of mine. He fetched the KY jelly and put its tip right up
against Julie's anus. Her eyes widened. She'd just wanted some
attention. Croc forced the hard tip through her sphincter.
SQUUUIRT! Went the tube. It was almost empty. A nice shot of
KY went right up Julie's ass, coating her thoroughly. Croc withdrew the
tip and rimmed her sphincter with KY on his fingers. Then he knelt
behind her and pressed the head of his cock directly against her
rosette.
Beth withdrew her bosoms from our amorous lips. Then she took
me and rolled me like a sack of potatoes over her knees, face down.
"Rick likes this," she said, cluing me in on our companion's name as
well as his predilections. She began spanking my hiney. I yowled in
protest. The flurries grew faster, harder. I kicked my legs. I beat
my hands upon the bed. "Rick is going to fuck your friend up the ass
when I'm done spanking you," Beth said. "What do you think of that,
hmm?"
Already, Julie told me later, the pressure against her nether
ring was intense. She felt as if he would burst into her at any
moment. Beth told me to rub myself as she spanked me and I complied
with an unexpected eagerness. How sweet, how inspiring it must have
looked to Rick to see a young girl, bottom squirming furiously under a
hail of slaps, humping herself on her hands. My bottom turned bright
red and Beth stopped, bent low, kissed both summits of my juddering,
stinging ass. Even her kisses hurt, though she meant them not to.
At once Julie bayed, rocked forward, then was yanked viciously
back. Rick held her clasped by her hips with his broad hands. With
quick, probing thrusts he got himself right up her channel, thanks to
all the KY we'd smeared on his cock.
Beth told me to lie still, and quickly fetched the vaseline.
She rolled her index finger in it and then told me she was going to
finger fuck my tight little asshole even as Rick manfully pumped
Julie's. Despite my childish protests she succeeded, planting herself
on my back so I couldn't escape. She told me to keep dutifully rubbing
myself, but to stop short of orgasm. I told her I didn't know if I
could do that. She said I should learn.
Rick surprised Julie by not coming in her. He pulled out his
steaming tool at the last minute and reclined shiveringly upon one elbow
on the bed. When he stopped, so did Beth's suave in and out motions in
my fanny. I had already ceased masturbating, and lay with my hands
desperately at my sides, praying for God's help in obeying her decree
not to come.
With a pop Beth withdrew from me and urged me to relax with
them. I crawled up next to Rick and stretched out beside him, wincing
as my bottom touched the sheets. Beth bid me roll on my side and, lying
facing my behind, she vaselined my tender red hiney. Julie straightened
up with obvious difficulty and lay down next to Rick opposite me.
For the next several minutes we just enjoyed the closeness of
each other's bodies. Our loins throbbed. Rick's cock stuck straight up
in the air, gleaming.
"We like to make it last all night, and on into the day," Beth
explained. She ran her fingers through my pubis. "He sticks it up me
every which way, occasionally coming. He has outstanding control and
can fuck a woman blind without losing his seed." I admired this work of
art being spoken so highly of. I saw Julie's eyes lingering longingly
over it also. Beth warned us not to touch him during his recuperating
periods. "He takes himself right to the brink each time. He's still on
a hair trigger right now. When he's feeling better he'll let you know
by wanting to get back inside you right away."
"May I have him next time?" I asked in a plaintive voice.
"I want him to rod Julie several more times first," Beth said.
"When she's too sore back there then it will be your turn." I gulped,
hard. The way she put it made it sound like quite a trial. Deep inside
I looked forward to it.
Julie was soon placed back on all fours and given another
vigorous spearing by Rick. Beth, meanwhile, mounted me and bent down
and spontaneously suckled my breasts. She sucked with abandon, like a
vacuum. I frigged myself under the heavenly assault. When she was done
my nipples hurt.
Just barely avoiding climax, Rick withdrew once more, leaving
Julie bereft and teetering on the brink herself. Beth suggested
brightly that we go downstairs for snacks during the intermission. With
things from her luggage she made a sign for Rick, and hung it about his
neck. It read:
"Please Don't Touch my Cock. Playing Chicken W/ Orgasm."
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