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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SUMMER OF SIN
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Chapter Seven
It was decided that we would all go upstairs. I was the only
one still captive. They set about freeing me. As soon as my hands were
loose I put them under me and madly began frigging my slit. They
laughed. I made quite a spectacle, my ankles still bound to the legs of
the bench, but with my freed hands shoved under my belly and diddling in
my cunt. Even though my bottom burned, and I wanted to rub it, I was
even more desirous to cum. Helene grabbed my arms and pulled my hands
out from under me.
“Naughty girl,” Helene told me. “I should have spanked you
more.” I struggled to break free of her grip but she was strong,
despite the frailness of her body. She put my hands up high behind me,
on my back. Johnnie, despite the egg up his ass and the burning caused
by the Natural Ice on his penis, assisted her. My hands were cuffed
together. Then I felt my chin lifted, Johnnie did it, and Helene
wrapped a dog collar around my throat. She made it tight. Then she
attached a short cord to the back of it and ran it down to my wrists. I
was forced to lie over the pillows, my legs still bound to the bench, my
arms up high and snug behind me, held in place by the cord running from
my collar down to my hands.
I arched my bottom and wiggled my ass. I tried to break free.
I could not. As I realized my predicament, my bottomcheeks huddled
together.
“Gentlemen, allow me to show you the method by which you, Raul,
will enemize Johnnie,” Helene grinned. There was mischief in her eyes.
I was craning my neck back to look at her when I felt Johnnie’s big
hands descend down onto my head. Even as Helene tormented him with evil
designs, he was still obedient to her, even anticipating her desires.
Helene went to the the shelf that ran along the wall. She
rummaged about and drew down a big, thick dildo. It had staps attached
to it. As soon as Rebecca saw it she shouted, “Helene! No!” but our
hostess merely smiled. She fitted the big prong to the front of
herself, where her legs met in a furred female triangle.
“Come and help me, Rebecca,” Helene said to my aunt.
“No, you must not,” Rebecca said.
“Are you being difficult, Rebecca?” Helene asked. “Then you
will feel it in you, too. And in the same place as Johnnie.”
“Oh, I cannot!” Rebecca said. But with submissive steps she
approached Helene. When the woman offered Rebecca her back, my aunt
laced the dildo up between her legs and her bottomcrack and fastened it
securely so that the big dong hung off the front of Helene, looking very
much like a real penis.
“Thank you, dear,” Helene told my aunt. “Get a towel for your
knees and get down on the floor and show me your ass.”
“No!” my aunt gasped.
“Do as she says,” Raul growled. “If we are to do it that way,
I want to see you girls do it that way first.” Johnnie, glancing
nervously up at Raul, kept holding my head, pushing it down upon the
pillowed bench.
My aunt walked to the shelf where the towels were piled. We
all watched her bottom. It was nude, but clean. She’d wiped it
thoroughly. She took down a towel and came over to the bench where I
was lying. She dropped it on the floor. It was still folded. She
looked at me. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. Then she knelt on the
towel. Self-consciously she bent forward. She offered up her hiney.
She pressed her face to the floor, putting her cheek against it. Her
ass waved aloft like a flag. Helene came round behind her and, having
gotten a towel for her own knees, she tossed it down behind her. Then
she knelt. She regarded my aunt’s ass with loving, penetrating eyes.
“Relax your cheeks, dear,” Helene said to my aunt. She had a
jar of vaseline and she opened it. She put her slim fingers in it and
rubbed the goo up and down the length of her fake prick. My aunt
shivered, waiting, her ass tense, her breath whispery soft.
“This is great,” Raul said. He looked at Johnnie. “Have you
ever been fucked up the ass?”
“No,” Johnnie answered.
“Well I’m going to ream you good when we do it,” Raul said.
His voice sounded threatening. “Watching Helene here is getting me
awfully ready for it.”
“Mmmm,” Helene said. “That’s the whole point, boys. We must
all do that which we’ve never done before. That’s my goal. Ready,
Rebecca?”
“No!” my aunt confessed.
“Well, I am,” Helene said. “You’re going to feel my hands
parting your ass cheeks. Try not to resist me.”
“I can’t help it!” Rebecca cried. Helene’s fingers swept up
over my aunt’s ass. They savored the feel of the big cheeks. They
cupped them. They ran exploringly up over them to the thin waspish
waist from which the cheeks bulged. Finally, Helene’s fingers delved
into the furrow between them. My aunt offered up a frantic sob.
“Relax,” Helene said again. “The cock I’m wearing is all
greased and ready. I can’t feel pleasure, wearing it, but I’ll diddle
your cunny when the time comes, and make sure you’re able to cum.
Meantime, enjoy the feel of me sliding up in you.”
“How can I?” My aunt asked squeamishly, feeling the big bulbous
fake cock bump within her parted hinds. Helene prised her open. My
aunt gave a choking gasp. The knob, well greased, pressed within her
tight anal ring. “Noooooo!” my aunt shouted, and then I knew she was
feeling it, the length of it intruding and she finding it impossible,
despite her squirmings, to keep it from penetrating. It was not her
first. Her bottom had already been made to take such before, though
not, admittedly, a fake one, worn by a woman. My aunt bucked her hips
and the thing slid up into her more deeply.
“Ah, God!” my aunt cried.
“Relax, relax,” Helene said in a soothing voice. “Pretend I am
a man.”
“Oh, but you are not!” my aunt whined.
“Yes, I am not,” Helene agreed. And she pinched my aunt’s
bottom with her sharp-nailed fingers, to enforce the point, and make her
feel even more deeply the utter lewdness of being impaled on a woman.
When my aunt had been reamed, and made to cum, it was my turn.
Helene cleansed her dildo with champagne. She did it standing over the
baby pool. Her feet were outside it but the big prick she wore hung
stiffly over the pool’s rim. When she was clean (or, rather, that part
of her that wasn’t real), she greased herself anew. Then it was my
turn. My aunt watched, clutching her own wounded bottom as she saw me
impaled.
I shall never forget it. One minute I was lovely and
submissive in my nude, bare-bottomed display. I was, however
involuntarily, a tease. I showed my ass to the men. I wriggled it. I
was brazen. I taunted them with it, offering them the pleasure of it if
only they would save me from Helene. They loved my display. Johnnie,
restraining my head with his hands, even drooled on my bare ass, he was
so entranced by the sight of it. Yet they ignored my plea to be
rescued. They let Helene have me. And so, the next moment, I was
mounted and penetrated. By a woman! I was made to gorge upon her awful
thing, her awful fake dong. I felt mortified at being taken this way,
by a fellow female, yet she was as hard as any man. I felt the wicked
prick slide inexorably up my 13-year-old ass. The men laughed, watching
it. I cried out in alarm. The men grew erect, watching me. Their
laughter became nervous. I felt a tenseness in Johnnie’s grip. His
eyes must have stared at Raul’s cock as it became elongated. He knew
the full length of it would soon penetrate his ass.
When it was over, I lay a long time over the pillows. Johnnie
wet a towel with champagne and bathed my face. Helene kissed my
bottomcheeks. I felt violated, open. My bottomhole puckered upon the
air when the dong was withdrawn, as if seeking something more. But
there was no sperm to be given. It was a fake prick. It could only be
used to open, not to fill. Helene inserted her tongue in my hole as
compensation, making me wriggle. I didn’t like that. It made me feel
like I was being eaten.
“Ah, parting is such sweet sorrow,” Helene said finally,
growing weary of toying with my bottom. She rose and unbuckled the
penis from her crotch. I heard it clatter to the floor. “Come, let’s
go upstairs, and bathe,” Helene said. “Then it will be time for you men
to share a bed together!”
I was helped up from the bench. I left behind pillows stained
with pee. My juices, too, had been vented upon the pillows, by the
inquisitive fingers of Helene up inside my twat as she pummeled my ass.
I put my small hands to my bottom and rubbed it. Oh, how it burned!
There were strong red lines imprinted across it, their imprint still hot
on my tush. Within, between the cheeks, I felt as if a long, hot poker
had been repeatedly jabbed in me. Yet mingled with the pain was a sense
of pleasure. She’d frigged my slit expertly, making me orgasm
repeatedly over the pillows. Rubbing my ass, I looked at Helene.
“You are wicked,” I said to her. She smiled. I felt the edges
of my lips smiling back and tried hard to look sad. I did not quite
manage it. She leaned forward and kissed me. Her breasts pressed
against my own. My nipples sparked fire against her shirt. When she
drew away, I found my mouth wishing she would kiss it again. I threw
myself to my knees.
“Oh, mistress!” I blathered. Hungrily I kissed her dell. I do
not know now why I did it. I was possessed. How she had hurt me! And
yet, where the big penis had been, now there was only the furring of her
nest. I licked within it, as if searching for the missing member,
wishing for it to grow out of her and impale me again. But she was only
a girl. The big, horrible dong lay greasily on the floor, near her
feet. I tongued her, making her laugh.
“Come, darling. Such a good sport you are!” Helene said to
me. She pulled me by my hair to my feet. I glanced down at the prick
on the floor. It was still as hard as it had ever been. I looked
away. Such an awful thing it was! I patted Helene’s nest, as if to
assure myself that she wore it no more. It was simply an unattached
thing, lying nakedly on the floor. It couldn’t harm me unless someone
wore it. I felt deeper in her nest and she laughed again. I smiled.
“I’m safe now,” I whispered.
“Oh?” Helene asked. With my fingers in her snatch, I followed
her eyes. They glanced at Raul’s penis, then at Johnnie’s.
“Yeek! I forgot about them!” I said in a silly voice.
“It’s alright. You are only 13,” Helene said to me. She drew
my fingers out of her pussy. She put my fingertips, wet with her dew,
to her lips. She kissed them. “Cum, dear. You have much to learn,”
Helene told me.
With swinging hips I walked upstairs, Helene holding my hand,
Rebecca following. Johnnie and Raul came last. Their cocks were hard
again. Raul gave Johnnie a sinister glance.
“You have a tight ass,” Raul told Johnnie.
“I hope it stays that way,” Johnnie said.
“Don’t count on it,” Raul replied.
Helene led us into a bathroom. It was large and immaculate.
It had a sunken tub. The tub’s fixtures were gold. Helene turned on
the tap. She added bubble liquid to the water. We stepped into the tub
and foam rose about our ankles. We sat down in it.
“Just relax. Let the tub fill,” Helene breathed to us.
Rebecca looked around.
“Shouldn’t we get some washcloths?” she asked
matter-of-factly. She sat on her hands, as I did, assuaging the
stinging in her bottom that had been left by prick.
“No, dear,” Helene answered. “We’ll use our hands to wash each
other. And our tongues.” My aunt shivered.
Yet that is just what we did. Raul and Johnnie were made to
stand and to wash each other’s penises. It was strange, watching them
pull on each other’s erections, each one trying not to force the other
to spurt, lest Helene be displeased. (Johnnie, I think, pulled hardest,
for he knew if Raul didn’t cum in the tub he’d get the whole thick
length of the man up his boyish bottom!) Despite our gropings, none of
us came. When we had scrubbed and rinsed, we went over the important
parts again, us girls tongueing each other’s tits, making them sprout,
and inquiring up between each other’s legs, laughing, making each other
squirm. The men watched. They didn’t tongue each other, though Helene
tried to get them to.
Finally we stepped out of the bath. As the tub water gurgled
away, we dried each other. Raul patted Johnnie’s ass dry. Helene dried
mine, and Rebecca’s. Then she inspected both of us to make sure she
hadn’t hurt us when she’d penetrated us with her fake cock. By then I
didn’t hurt anymore and I think she did it more for show, to unnerve the
men. Raul could tear Johnnie’s anal tissue if he took him too hard.
Both of them knew that. They watched me get inspected by Helene, their
cocks stemming in front of themselves, both of them ready, yet not
ready, for what would soon transpire. Even Raul, so sinister in his
comments, now seemed a little sheepish. Imagine! He was going to fuck
a man-- in full view of three girls. Just the thought of it must have
made him feel funny inside. Yet his penis stayed hard. It would go
where he put it, seeking pleasure, no questions asked.
We ambled into a bedroom. It was adjacent to the bath. It had
a big bed. Helene invited Rebecca and me to turn down the sheets. We
helped her, the men watching.
“Couldn’t we just fuck you?” Johnnie asked, gazing at us. His
cock was rock hard.
“No, Johnnie,” Helene answered. “Either of you can get plenty
of pussy. This is going to be a little different.” She patted the
undersheet of the bed. It was bared and waiting. “Get in. Both of
you. Get in and show some affection for each other, hmmm? You both
have well-hung bodies. Take pleasure in viewing them and feeling them.”
“Can’t we just, like, do it?” Raul asked impatiently. He gave
Johnnie a manly slap on the ass. Johnnie flinched.
“You men. That’s what’s wrong with guys,” Helene said. “No,
you may not just get in and do it. I want to see you two show some
affection for each other first. Such wonderful big chests you have, and
such muscles. Get in and put your bodies up close and lie there and
tell each other how good you look!”
“This is ridiculous,” Raul said.
Helene opened a drawer.
“What’s that?” Raul asked. He gazed at her and frowned.
“What does it look like?” Helene asked.
“It looks like a fucking gun!” Raul said.
“That’s right,” Helene said. “And I’m going to blow your balls
off if you don’t do just as I say. Get in bed, boy. Get in bed and
make love to Johnnie. Like you would to a woman.”
“God damn if I’ll--” Raul began. Suddenly there was a very
small popping sound. A lamp near Raul burst. It had been made of
china. Now it spilled itself into sharp pieces on the table it stood
upon, and on the floor. Helene laughed. Raul and Johnnie stared at her
with shocked eyes.
“A gun with a silencer,” Raul gasped.
“That’s right,” Helene said. “I could remove both your penises
with well-aimed shots from this pistol, and the neighbors wouldn’t even
hear my gun go off.” She smiled. “Just because I don’t have a penis,
like you boys do, doesn’t mean a little cunt like me can’t be armed and
dangerous.”
“You’re crazy,” Johnnie muttered.
“Get in the bed,” Helene said.
“I’ll report you to the police,” Raul said.
“No you won’t, dear,” Helene said. “Because you’re a big,
strapping man, twice my age, and I’m just a young woman. Can you
imagine yourself, down at the police department? What are you going to
say, hmmm? ‘Oh, officer! I was in this lady’s basement, and a
19-year-old girl shitted on my face. Then we went upstairs and I had to
sodomize this guy because the lady threatened to blow my balls off if I
didn’t.’”
Raul frowned. “Damn,” he said, finally. He turned to
Johnnie. “Get your ass in the bed.”
“Intimately!” Helene said. “You men are going to learn
foreplay today, by doing it with each other.”
“She is a rather strange mistress,” Johnnie said to Raul. He
turned. Self-consciously, aware of Raul’s eyes on his bare ass, he
climbed into the bed. It was soft under him. He lay on his back and
tried to stretch out and relax. But his penis stuck up like a
fencepost, hard and randy. Raul got into the bed after him and lay down
beside him. Raul’s dick was hard and the two men’s penises bumped
together. They both laughed nervously.
“Kiss,” Helene told the two men.
“Not on your life,” Raul said.
“Kiss or I’ll shoot a bullet right up your hairy ass,” Helene
said in a high-pitched voice. I felt Rebecca’s arm pass warmly around
my waist. I looked up at her eyes. She smiled. Her hand passed over
my belly and touched my fleecy pubis. I reached for her fingers and
took hold of them. I drew her lower. She slipped her fingers between
my legs.
“Mmmmm,” I sighed.
“Do me,” Rebecca whispered. I put a hand to her dell as she
delved into my pussy with her fingers. We wetted each other’s digits
with our juices.
“Oh! It is so naughty!” I cried, gazing at the two men in the
bed. Raul and Johnnie exchanged a quick kiss.
“Longer! Deeper!” Helene said. “Open your mouths and French
kiss!”
Rebecca and I watched. It was sinful. The two men, taking
orders from Helene, kissed each other within their mouths. They fondled
each other’s pricks.
“You have a lot of hair on your chest,” Raul complained to
Johnnie.
“You have a lot of hair on your ass,” Johnnie answered.
“You sure have a stiffie,” Raul told the boy who was half his
age, though just as large.
“Yours feels like a log,” Johnnie said.
“Yeah, and you’re going to be feeling it up your ass in a
minute,” Raul said.
“Don’t mention it. And most definitely don’t laugh about it!”
Johnnie said, for the older man had burst into giggles.
“Lick his penis,” Helene said.
“No way!” Raul said.
“He’s young and strong and he has a nice, big dick. Lick it,”
Helene said. She pointed the gun at the two men. It looked big in her
hands. It wavered, as if she was a little afraid of it, yet she had a
determined look in her eyes. Raul gulped and slid down Johnnie’s body.
“Sorry about this, old boy,” Raul said to Johnnie.
“Yo! Don’t make me cum!” Johnnie gasped as he felt Raul’s
mouth connect wetly with his penis.
“Do you think I want your sperm shooting all over my face?”
Raul snarled.
“Well it feels strange. When’s the last time you shaved?!”
Johnnie gasped. His dick quivered against the man’s lips.
“I swear, if this big banana of yours spurts in my face, I’ll
yank your dick off. You won’t have to worry about Helene shooting it
off,” Raul told Johnnie.
“Ack! Then be careful with your tongue!” Johnnie complained.
“You’re licking me like you’re a girl.”
“That’s how I’m supposed to do it-- dick!” Raul answered.
“God damn, don’t lick the head!”
“Do you think I *want* to lick your pee hole? She’s pointing a
fucking gun at me!” Raul replied.
“Well, lick faster or slower or-- God-- I can barely hold it
back, this feels so strange!” Johnnie cried.
“That’s it. Get on your knees. I’m going to ream your ass now
and get this over with!” Raul said. There was disgust in his voice.
“Where’s the vaseline? I can’t do it without vaseline.”
“On the night stand,” Helene answered.
Johnnie was made to present his bare, hairy haunches to Raul.
It looked strange seeing two men poised in such an intimate encounter;
Johnnie, kneeling anxiously, his big thing stiff and hanging down
between his legs, swaying under his stomach, while behind him, equally
hard, with a big sausage-like dick of his own, was Raul. The older man
found the vaseline and proceeded to grease his dick with it. It took
several minutes, for his dick was large and he wanted to be sure he made
it slippery enough that it could penetrate Johnnie’s virgin ass with
relative ease. Johnnie waited. He glanced over at me. His eyes didn’t
look at my face but instead at the declivity between my own legs, where
I was without that which was so important to him. My space between the
front of my thighs seemed to invite penetration. His, on the other
hand, growing a penis there, could hardly be said to invite penetration;
instead it promised it. Yet there he was, despite his big penis,
showing his ass to Raul and waiting for the well-hung man to stab him in
his backside. My pussy felt moist as I watched. I put my hand between
my legs and, gazing at Johnnie’s hard penis as his eyes penetrated my
cunt, I began to massage myself in my slit. I thought to hide it as
modesty, keeping his eyes away, but when I gave a quick moan of pleasure
it was obvious that my hand wasn’t within my legs to make me a good
girl. Johnnie grinned, but it was a nervous grin, for now Raul, having
spread vaseline over his own dick, was putting a finger deftly between
Johnnie’s split ass to oil his hole.
“Hey!” Johnnie gasped.
“Relax, it’s just my finger,” Raul told him.
“Yes, but it’s going in me to prepare me for your--” Johnnie
quailed, gritting his teeth as Raul’s digit stabbed up his ass. The end
of his sentence was lost in an agonized grunt as he felt Raul’s finger.
The older man stuck it up his ass quickly, going deep as his finger was
long, leaving Johnnie to gasp and waggle his cock around as he was
pentrated from behind.
“Hmmm. What’s this? There appears to be some kind of
blockage,” Raul said, feeling with his finger up inside Johnnie’s ass.
“It’s the egg!” Johnnie shouted. “You’re pushing it in
deeper!”
“Hmmm, I can’t get hold of it, it keeps slipping away,” Raul
said. His voice was matter of fact, like a surgeon’s. “Can you poop it
out?” Raul asked.
“If I could I wouldn’t even need your help,” Johnnie said.
“Well, don’t worry,” Raul answered. He pulled his finger out
of Johnnie’s ass. There was a roll of toilet tissue on the nightstand,
behind the lamp which now was shattered. Raul picked up the roll of
toilet paper and wiped his finger. “The semen that I pump into you
should do the trick,” Raul told Johnnie. “You’ll be able to poop out
that egg once I’ve flooded your ass with my sperm.”
“This is awful,” Johnnie said. He looked at Helene. She
grinned. She pointed the gun she was holding at his dick.
“I’d love to see what would happen if I shot your dick off,”
Helene said frankly. “But then you wouldn’t have one anymore, and it’s
much too gorgeous for me to ruin you in that way.”
“What about my ass?!” Johnnie croaked. Raul took hold of his
hips and stuck his penis between the cheeks of Johnnie’s behind.
“It’ll survive,” Helene said. “Your butthole might be little
bigger after this, but that will be okay, I guess. It’ll mean the next
time I stick an egg up your backside you’ll be able to poop it out more
easily.”
“Yikes! Watch where you put that!” Johnnie said of Raul’s
penis, for the older man now shoved himself hard against Johnnie’s anus.
“Relax and receive,” Raul said. There was mirth in his voice.
He didn’t seem to mind their homosexual act nearly as much as Johnnie.
After all, what did it matter, in the end, to a man, where he put his
penis, so long as it was tight and posed the opportunity for milking him
of his sperm? Raul gave Johnnie a hearty stab. The young man shrieked,
feeling the older man’s member push vigorously up inside his rectum.
Watching, I rubbed my pussy more vigorously. I moaned loudly. I felt
the nipples on my breasts standing up as fine and stiff as Johnnie’s and
Raul’s cocks.
“Do you like it?” Rebecca asked me. She passed her palm
lightly over my bottom. Her other hand petted her dell, her index
finger strumming up within her, just as mine was.
“It’s-- It’s gorgeous!” I gasped. I felt Rebecca’s hand, the
one upon my bottom, delve within my cheeks. It found my hineyhole and
pressed hard against it.
Raul passed one of his hands around to Johnnie’s front. He
seized the boy’s big penis.
“No! Don’t!” Johnnie yelled. Raul began pumping his member as
his own penetrated the boy from behind. “You’ll make me spend on the
sheet-- uselessly!” Johnnie gasped.
“I don’t want you hard if I’m not going to be hard,” Raul
groaned. Johnnie was obviously quite tight for the man and he was
already in danger of finishing the act by spurting his sperm.
“Five minutes at least,” Helene warned the two men. “I want to
see prolonged sexual intercourse between you two!”
“God, I’m a fag now,” Johnnie groaned.
“Damn you have a tight ass. I can barely hold back!” Raul
said. He pulled harder on Johnnie’s penis, determined to make the boy
spurt at the same time he did.
“Ooooh! Auntie! Your finger is going up me!” I shouted. I
felt
Rebecca naughtily stick her digit up my backside. She laughed,
nervously, but instead of pulling out she stuck herself even farther in
me, making me offer up a squeamish, euphoric whoop. I diddled my slit
more, waggling my ass at the same time, pretending I wanted to force her
out of me but, I’m afraid, actually encouraging her finger to plunge in
even more deeply.
“Did you know I’m a member of NAMBLA?” Raul asked Johnnie.
Somehow he’d staved off his urge to cum and was now boning the boy in
his backside with long, sliding strokes. He would arch his own bottom
backward, drawing his penis back with it, offering Johnnie the
tantalizing hope that he might actually pull out of him. Then, when
Raul had removed himself right down to the bulbous head of his cock, he
would suddenly thrust his hips forward again, provoking a cry from
Johnnie as he slid the whole length of himself back up inside him.
“No-- No you’re not!” Johnnie said. There was desperation in
his voice. Raul gripped his penis and yanked on it rhthmically, keeping
Johnnie on the verge of cumming even as Raul, wedged up in Johnnie’s
ass, fought his own need to cum.
“Don’t spurt out your load until I tell you to,” Raul warned
Johnnie.
“What-- you want us to cum together?” Johnnie gasped. “Like a
man and a woman?”
“Of course,” Raul replied. “We’re lovers now, you and I.”
“No we’re not!” Johnnie groaned.
“Oook! Take your finger out of my ass!” I complained to my
aunt. Yet as I said it, I bent over, and clutched my knees. I offered
up my hiney. I gave it a quick backward thrust, making her enter me
even more deeply.
“Yes,” Rebecca whispered, standing over me. She copied Raul,
jamming her finger into me, then pulling it back, then sticking it up me
again, never quite withdrawing it, but rather stroking the inside of my
backside with it. It felt awkward, but wonderful. I wondered if this
was how guys joining the military had their anuses inspected. I’d been
told they had to show their ass to a doctor before they could be let
into the Army. Did he (or she?!) just look at it, or did Doctor stick
his finger up in it, to make sure it was healthy all the way up inside?
Helene’s gun went off suddenly. It surprised us all, though no
one broke the intimate contact they were experiencing. The bullet
grazed Raul’s backside and made a big, splintering hole in the headboard
of the bed.
“Damn!” Raul gasped. He began working himself in Johnnie’s ass
more forcefully. Helene put the smoking gun in her mouth.
“Oooh. It’s warm,” she said, licking the barrel.
Bent over, I frigged my slit. How awful and dangerous it was,
all of us naked, and a live gun firing off into our midst. Even Helene,
who should have known better, and been more careful, was inspired by
it. The long barrel, it’s warmth, its potential to change forever the
body of anyone she hit with it.
“Blam! Blam! Blam!” Helene took the gun from her mouth and
began firing randomly around the room. She didn’t aim it at anyone, in
fact, she aimed to miss us. I shouted with fright. Yet there was
something else mixed in with my fright, for I remained bent over,
frigging my slit and working my hips in time to Rebecca’s intrusive
finger.
“Oh, stop!” my aunt told Helene. Yet she herself kept her
finger in me, and kept diddling her slit with her hand.
“Watch where you’re pointing that!” Johnnie groaned. I
laughed, for it sounded like he might be referring to Raul’s penis,
which was, quite pointedly, sticking straight up his behind.
“Oh, I want to kill someone!” Helene shouted. She put the
barrel of the gun in her mouth again. “Yikes! This is hot!” she said.
She couldn’t lick it now. It was too hot from firing too many bullets.
She ran to the window. She threw up the sash. Then, afraid she might
kill one of us, or even herself, she tossed the gun out the window. It
went spiralling down to the lawn but if it fired again when it hit the
ground, none of us heard, for we were wrapped up in our lust and the gun
had a silencer on it.
Raul, however, was not silent. He reached his crisis. He let
out a loud, animal groan. Quickly, Helene closed her bedroom window,
lest the neighbors hear. I watched with awed eyes, my aunt’s finger up
my own bottom, sluicing my fingers in my tight slit, as Raul’s engorged,
thickly veined member expanded to its fullest possible girth. Madly
Raul worked his big organ up and back in Johnnie’s hind end. At the
same time, leaning possessively over the younger man, he pulled hard on
Johnnie’s stiff dick.
“Stop-- I’m going to shoot my load all over the sheets!”
Johnnie begged.
“And I’m going to shoot mine uselessly up inside your worthless
ass!” Raul yelled. He sounded like a father disciplining his son. The
meanness of his voice made me shiver. I wondered what my dad would say,
if he saw his ‘good little girl’ like this, enjoying a female finger up
her fanny while playing in her slit and watching two men bugger each
other. Well, at least, I considered, my mother would have to admit they
were two very well formed men. Both had cocks the size of sausages. It
seemed a shame to have them both spend themselves in such a manner, one
onto the bed’s covering, like a randy little boy, the other up a man’s
ass!
“Urgghgh!” Raul shouted. His face gritted. Johnnie tried to
crawl forward. Manfully Raul gripped the young man’s hips and pulled
him back against him.
“Yuck! I can feel your big hairy balls banging against my
ass!” Johnnie said.
“I need you to poop out that egg, so I can get this cock ring
off!” Raul said. His voice was matter-of-fact. “Nothing personal,”
Raul added.
“You don’t have to enjoy it!” Johnnie groaned.
“You’re tight-- what can I say?” Raul asked. Once more he felt
down around in front of Johnnie, and clamped a fist round the man’s
penis. Johnnie was so big that even with Raul’s fist clutching his
organ, a good half of the shaft’s length stuck out beyond the end of
Raul’s hand. “Now-- cum!” Raul commanded.
“Ackck! You’re sperming me!” Johnnie shouted. I broke into
massive giggles when I heard that. So did my aunt, though it didn’t
stop her from friskily reaming me with her finger. Helene, for her
part, seeing the climax and loving it, stuck one of her own fingers
round behind her and up inside her warm ass. With her other hand, just
as Rebecca and I were doing, she frigged her slit.
“Ooooh! I wish I could fuck you!” Rebecca said to me in a
voice insane with lust.
“You are!” I cried.
“No-- I mean, *spend* in you,” Rebecca said.
I shall never forget the next moments. How strange and
wonderful it was, all of us buck naked, fresh from our bath, crazily
giving and receiving to each other. I worked my heinie back and forth,
taking my aunt’s finger “like an Amazon,” as she told me later.
Johnnie, for his part, ceased trying to escape from Raul’s grip and bent
lower in the bed and let the older man fuck his bottom. I watched with
wide eyes as Johnnie’s cock, manhandled by Raul, shot long, loopy ropes
of white sperm out onto Helene’s clean bed. At the same time Raul
loosed his own load up Johnnie’s ass. Helene, not minding the mess,
worked her fingers up inside her and waggled her bare ass around,
perhaps hoping to inspire someone to do her, but we were all too busy
with our own pleasure.
At last it was done. Raul drew his depleted organ out of
Johnnie’s ass. I watched with disappoined eyes as the man’s cock slowly
subsided in girth and in length. It drew down to the size of a young
boy’s. It hung between his legs quite uselessly, no longer erect, a
rather sorry sight. Johnnie’s own organ also receeded. When he’d
recovered his wits he squatted on the bed and flexed his ass in hopes of
pooping out the egg.
“Yes, go ahead, just do it on my bed,” Helene told Johnnie.
She watched as the young man attempted to shit. At first just Raul’s
sperm came out, long drooling strands of it. Then, finally, BM
appeared, and in one of the turds, encrusted by shit, was the egg. Raul
reached between Johnnie’s legs and picked it up. Ignoring the shit, he
opened the egg. He took out a small, gleaming key. He applied it to
the cock ring around his penis and balls and unlocked it.
“Free at last,” Raul said.
“You’ve cum, twice over, and you remember our agreement?”
Helene asked Raul.
“Of course,” Raul said. He put a hand to his forehead, as if
to salute the woman, or to tip his hat to her, except he was
bare-headed. I wondered, then, if their ‘agreement’ wasn’t in fact
designed to save face for Raul. He was over 40. He’d cum twice and,
from what I’ve learnt about men, he’d be out of commission for a day or
two anyway. There was no sexually useful reason for him to stick
around.
“God, what a mess!” Johnnie said, looking at the shit he’d
pooped out on Helene’s bed.
“You’ll have plenty of time to clean it all up, Johnnie dear,”
Helene said. She looked at Rebecca and I. “Pick out any of my clothes
you’d like to wear home,” she said. “You’ve both performed admirably.”
Rebecca blushed. I did too, and felt her slide her finger out
of my tight bottom.
“We really must be going,” Rebecca agreed.
“Yes!” I said, nodding.
And so we did. We took another quick shower, picked out
clothes that were fashionable but inexpensive, and went our way. At her
front door Helene gave Rebecca and I each a quick kiss. It was chaste,
just on the cheek, as if we’d had an utterly normal visit between
ladies, with nothing indiscreet at all transpiring between us. Rebecca
and I hailed a cab outside and rode home, both of us quite exhausted,
yet still giddy, too, with all we’d experienced.
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