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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SUMMER OF SIN
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Chapter Sixteen
It was inevitable, I suppose, thinking back on it. My aunt and
I sat in our bikinis on the sofa. We sipped drinks. Mine was a
lemonade with just a touch of vodka. Hers was a Bloody Mary.
We smiled at the others in the room. Our makeup was perfect.
Our hair had been fussed over for hours, earlier in the day, at the hair
dresser’s. Yet for all the attention we’d paid to our looks, we
nonetheless had a natural beauty about us, for we wore only our heels,
and our bikinis.
I gazed at the others in the room. Two guys, three girls.
That was all. It was a very small, and deliberately very private
party. We would engage in the ultimate depravity tongiht, and the
women, myself included, were on pins and needles about it. Could we
really go through with it?
Veronica sashayed into the room. She was blonde, like myself.
She moved with a stalking, cat-like grace. She was in control, exuding
a sense of command. Yet our two male guests grinned, mischievously, all
the same. For despite her air of authority, they’d put Veronica in a
most indisposed way this evening.
“I’ve never been to a Pregnancy Party,” I offered in a squeaky
voice to our hostess. Veronica turned. She regarded me with warm eyes
and smiled.
“None of us has, dear,” Veronica said. “This is the first for
us all.” She turned to the men. She eyed them with gleeful suspicion.
“Though you can never tell about men, hmmm?”
“I’m not a father,” Jim said.
“Me neither,” Frank said.
“Very well, boys,” Veronica said. She sat down on a couch
opposite our male company, beside my aunt, Rebecca, who was sitting
beside me. “After tonight you will be, of course. You know that and
accept that?”
“Sure, as long as we don’t have to get married,” Jim said.
“I’m much too wealthy to want a man spending my inheritence
with me, 24-hours a day, as is Rebecca,” Veronica smiled. She looked
over at my aunt. My aunt nodded. “We only want what’s hanging between
your legs, gentlemen,” Veronica assured the two young men across from
us.
“I still-- I still don’t think she should be included,” my aunt
said, looking at Veronica, but putting a hand on my shoulder.
“Auntie!” I cried. “I want to get pregnant if you’re getting
pregnant!” And I did, too. I didn’t want her leaving me out of
anything she did. Especially if it meant having a baby!
Veronica leaned out and looked past my aunt at me. Her bosoms
hung in her string bra like ripened fruit waiting to be freed from a
net.
“You understand, dear, that you’ll be a mommie if you let these
two virile men fuck you tonight, without birth control?” Veronica asked
me.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“That means you’ll have to change a baby’s diapers, and
breast-feed it, and wake up and calm it whenever it cries,” Veronica
said. Her eyes peered deeply into mine. At the same time, she reached
up behind herself and undid her top, behind her neck. It sprang loose
and released her bosoms. They hung full and soft off the front of her
body. They swayed. The men’s eyes watched them as their nipples grew
into twin tips of excitement.
We were all excited, I think. The men had come from work but
had retreated into a separate room to change, and sat across from us now
in the smallest of Speedoes. The front of each man’s swimsuit bulged
with his virility. My tummy churned. I was both nervous and ecstatic.
“I want a baby if my aunt’s having one,” I answered. My voice
was high and childish but I felt firm in my resolve. I didn’t want to
be left out!
“Alright,” Veronica said. She stood up. I leapt to my feet,
fearing something might happen without me. Veronica walked over to me
and gazed into my face. She put a hand to my flat belly. “It will grow
right here,” she said. She patted my tummy. I reached out and stroked
and palmed hers. We were both model-thin. In nine months, we’d be
bulging.
My aunt, perhaps herself afraid of missing out on something,
stood up. She put a hand over my tummy too.
“You might have twins,” my aunt smiled to me.
“Or triplets,” one of the men, still sitting across from us,
said. Veronica put a hand to my aunt’s smooth belly and patted it.
“With two guys, and three girls, things could get rather
confused,” Veronica warned my aunt. “None of us may know which man
really gave us our child.”
“Without tests, of course,” my aunt answered.
“We’ve promised them not to ask them to ever be tested,”
Veronica said. Her voice was soft, but tense.
“Yes,” Rebecca agreed.
“I’m ready,” I assured both women.
“Let’s undress, then,” Veronica said. She looked to my aunt
for approval. Rebecca looked worried but said nothing. Veronica
reached across to me and took hold of the ties of my panties. She
tugged on them. They loosened. I felt them fall open. I gave a small
shriek as my bikini fluttered to the floor. “Turn around,” Veronica
told me. I turned. My small feet stepped in the tangled remains of my
panties as I turned. I put my hands on my tummy and felt it. It was so
flat! Did I really wish to be heavy with child? I felt Veronica’s, or
was it Rebecca’s? fingers at my back. I turned. They were both undoing
my bra, I saw. A moment later my bosoms tumbled out of my tight little
bikini halter. The men, watching us as we undressed, uttered groans of
painful pleasure. They enjoyed the sight of it, but it made their
crotches heavy and bulgingly full with straining male desire.
We settled back on the couch. We were nude, my auntie and I,
as well as Veronica. Only our heels remained, on our feet, no
impediment whatever to the penises Veronica now invited the men to
display to our eyes.
Both men stood up. They were 20, both of them, young and taut
with desire. They skinned down their briefs and their penises shot
forward into our view. Their cocks shivered in the cool early evening
air of the room. Somewhere I heard a dog barking at something; a cat,
perhaps? Another dog? One possibly in heat? I didn’t know. The men
stepped out of their discarded Speedos and sat back down on the couch
opposite us. It was, after all, a party. Not a simple,
straight-forward fucking. Veronica had chosen men who, despite their
hunger to copulate, would be willing to be controlled. She would play
Mistress for all of us until the final denoument, at the end of the
night, was to take place.
“Very good. We can all see what each of us has to offer now,”
Veronica smiled. “I hope we’re all satisfied?” She glanced at me, at
my aunt.
“Yes,” my aunt said. She sat stone-still on the sofa. She
gazed across at the men, studying both of them intently. I grinned and
laughed.
“They look uncomfortable,” I suggested to Veronica. And they
did, with their big penises sticking so lewdly out in front of them.
“Of course, my dear,” Veronica told me. “They want to fuck.”
“May I help them?” I asked. I shifted on the sofa, hoping for
permission to rise.
“Not yet, sillikins,” Veronica said. She looked at the men.
“How eager she is! You are both, I trust, with a week’s weight of sperm
in your balls?” Both young men nodded. “Good,” Veronica said. “Do you
like what you see, gentlemen?” They nodded again. “Very well,”
Veronica said. “Perhaps I should refill your drinks, then. We shall
proceed with infinite care and slowness this evening, gentlemen, given
the inevitable result of our tryst. I, at least, wish to savor what is
about to happen to me.” Veronica rose. She walked over to the two
men. She took each man’s glass from him. Frank had not finished his
drink and she waited until he had, quickly swallowing it down.
“I think I’m going to need to be drunk for this,” Frank said.
His eyes were wide. “I can’t believe I’m going to be a father.”
“And at only 20, dear boy,” Veronica, who was 22, reminded
him. “It’s why I chose you. I want the youngest, healthiest sperm
possible for my baby.”
“Yeah,” Jim said. “We’ve got plenty of that, I can assure
you. I do, at least.” He squirmed. His bare ass ground against the
sofa. “Can’t we just, like, do it?” he asked Veronica. “My dick hurts,
its so hard.”
Veronica bent. Holding both men’s empty glasses, she showed a
perfect posture as she dipped very low and placed a kiss on the head of
Jim’s penis. Her long blonde hair tumbled over his muscled thighs.
“I chose you boys because I knew you’d be good,” Veronica
said. She rose. “Don’t disappoint me. Do as I say. You’ll have full
rein to vent your fury on us at the end of the evening. With greater
passion, I dare say, if we girls make you wait for it.” Veronica turned
and walked with tight wigglings of her naked ass over to the wet bar.
Both men’s eyes remained utterly mesmerized, watching her every step as
she moved.
I gave a small cough. Frank, at least, broke his gaze from
Veronica’s bottom and looked at me. My bosoms shook.
“God, this is going to be a great night,” Frank said.
“A night to remember,” Veronica concurred, taking liquor from
the wet bar’s refrigerator.
“I wonder if it will be a boy or a girl?” Jim asked.
“Both!” I said. I felt excited. I wiggled on the couch beside
my aunt.
“I hope I don’t have twins,” my aunt murmured. She seemed lost
in her thoughts, submissive. Perhaps she understood the gravity of the
situation better than I. For me it was a grand adventure. Imagine,
getting pregnant! And at only 13! Yet I wasn’t pregnant yet. We’d
play all evening, the men only being put to us at the night’s
conclusion. How decadent it all was!
I gazed about the room. It was decorated with colorful pastel
balloons. They bobbed in the air, kept from escaping to the ceiling
only by their long, thread-like strings, weighed down by boquets of
condoms. Red roses were arranged by the dozen in vases of sparkling
lead crystal. Hearts, multi-colored, festooned the walls of the room.
And that was not all. Arranged on the coffee table that separated us
from the men, that we might all know for certain what awaited, was a
pile of baby gear. A baby’s bottle. A bib, with Tickle Me Elmo printed
on it. A teething ring. A box of cigars.
“Now, gentlemen,” Veronica said. She sashayed over to the
coffee table and set down a fresh tray of drinks. “Since you both have
such easy consciences about taking your pleasure on us, and forcing us
girls to endure the pain of childbirth, I think it’s only fair we girls
have a little fun.” Veronica gave each man his drink, taking it from
the tray, one by one, walking over to him and bowing submissively and
handing it to him. As she gave each man his liquor she briefly touched
the head of his long cock. Returning to her tray, she picked up a small
flagellum lying upon it. It had one cord. It was black and dangled
down from the flagellum’s black handle. I gasped. I feared Veronica
intended to do something to Rebecca and me with the small whip.
Instead, she turned to the men. “This is a penis whip,” she told the
men’s gaping eyes. “Please allow me to strike your cocks with it, so
you may, in a small way, understand what your fucking of us will do to
us. It won’t hurt as much as the pain of birthing a child, but it will
help you young men understand what’s in store for us girls.”
The two young men stared at Veronica. Now I knew why she’d
chosen them, instead of men who were older. Not only did she want their
young, healthy sperm. Not only did she want strapping young men whom
she could easily control. She also wanted, on this one night that would
forever change her life (and mine!) to give the men who would do us in a
taste of their own medicine.
“Oh! Don’t hurt them!” I cried. It shocked and excited me to
see the men taught a lesson. (After all, they weren’t hard from
worrying about how I’d feel nine months from now!) Yet, at the same
time, they were so beautiful, their long thick cocks stretching hard and
fierce between their legs, that I truly didn’t want to see them hurt.
What if Veronica injured them? What if she aimed for their dicks and
hit their balls instead? I knew a man’s penis was somewhat hardy, if
sensitive. But a misplaced blow to their testicals might keep them from
giving me the baby I wanted.
“Oh! Don’t! Please!” Rebecca, echoing my fears, called out to
Veronica. But our hostess bent and wickedly slashed her penis whip down
between Jeff’s legs.
“Wha-hoooo!” Jeff shouted. His drink nearly fell from his
hand. His back bolted upright. His penis quivered from the blow of the
small whip slashing across his cockhead.
“Yes,” Veronica smiled. “You gentlemen aren’t just going to
get to fuck freely. You must learn a little bit too.”
“Don’t hit my dick with that thing!” Frank cried. But Veronica
was quick, quick as a striking cat. She swished her whip across his
legs and brought it down with a sharp report on the meaty prong of his
penis.
“YEEEEOOOW!” Frank gritted. His liquor glass fell from his
hand. It tumbled to the rug. He shoved both his hands between his legs
and grabbed hold of his penis.
“That thing hurts!” Jeff said angrily to Veronica. He massaged
his own staff.
“Such a pity,” Veronica said. “Still, I want you each to have
six. Spread your legs and stick out your things, gentlemen. Perhaps I
can be a little easier on you. But not too easy-- I want you always to
know how much we women suffer having our babies, so you aren’t
indiscriminate with your sperm. You’re both so handsome. I know you’re
not virgins. Have you ever thought about what you’re possibly doing to
a girl when you bonk her?”
“No,” Frank said, truthfully. He rubbed his fingers up and
down the length of his cock. There was a sharp movement of Veronica’s
wrist. Frank sat erect, and yelled.
“I didn’t give you permission to masturbate, Frank,” Veronica
scolded.
“Oooooh! I’m sorry!” Frank said. He frisked his hands along
the shaft of his penis.
“That’s two,” Jim said to Frank. He squeezed his own cock
protectively in his hand. But it was so big that half of it stuck out
beyond the end of his fist, and Veronica, turning, gave him a slash.
“EeeeeYOW!” Jim cried. “Damn you, woman!” His face flushed.
He massaged his cock furiously. “If you weren’t so beautiful I’d break
your ass for doing that to me!”
“Tsk! What you poor men suffer for love,” Veronica answered.
30
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