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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SUMMER OF SIN
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Chapter Nineteen
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. Veronica’s nipples
grew into twin tips of excitement. Watching, the men’s own nipples,
tucked under the broad rim of their muscled chests, tautened with manly
desire. Both men shifted uncomfortably on the sofa.
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 equipment. My tummy churned. I was both nervous and ecstatic.
“I want a baby if my aunt’s having one,” I said. 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 down. 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 tense
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 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,
it’s 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 as I coughed
again. “I’m tense, that’s all,” I worriedly assured Frank. I didn’t
want him thinking I had a head cold. I might be left out!
“God, this is going to be a great night,” Frank said. His eyes
were glazed. I realized, gazing at him, with his penis sticking out in
front of him, that he’d have fucked me even if I did have a cold. Or
the Black Death. It made me nervous and I coughed again.
“A night to remember,” Veronica concurred, taking liquor from
the wet bar’s refrigerator. Rebecca put a hand consolingly on my back
and rubbed it. But she kept her eyes on both men, savoring their
erections. I liked the feel of her soft, slim-fingered hand stroking my
naked back.
“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. My soft, bare bottom felt delicious against the embroidered
brocade of the couch.
“I hope I don’t have twins,” my aunt murmured. She seemed lost
in her thoughts, submissive. Her hand caressed the slim blades of my
shoulders, set in my back. Her fingers felt protective against me.
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. They were kept from escaping to the
ceiling by long, thread-like strings. The strings were 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. He rubbed it.
“That thing hurts!” Jeff said angrily to Veronica. He massaged
his own staff, and looked over at Frank, to see if the other man was
forced to behave as he was. I giggled. They looked like two men trying
to pee, except they were both trying to assuage the pain of being
whipped!
“Such a pity,” Veronica said. “I’m sorry that it hurts,
gentlemen. 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. With a savvy aim, she struck the part of his organ his hands
weren’t, at that moment, covering. 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 more briskly.
“That’s two,” Jim said to Frank. He squeezed his own cock
protectively in his hands. 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.
With delicate grace, she returned the penis whip to the serving tray.
When she turned toward both men again, they had their knees pressed
close, and their hands shoved down between their legs. “Open up,
gentlemen,” Veronica said. “I’m going to let you both get off--”
“Thank God!” Frank howled, and began rubbing his dick more
vigorously.
“Ahem!” Veronica said, clearing her throat. “I’m going to let
you both get off with the whip strokes you’ve already had. Take your
hands off your dick, Frank. You too, Jim.” Both men, to my surprise,
obeyed. “Open up,” Veronica said, peering at their groins, protected by
their closed thighs. Again, to my utter surprise, given what they’d
already suffered, both men spread their legs and offered us all a view
of their beautiful, jutting cocks. “Very good,” Veronica said. She
smiled.
“Keep your hands off that whip,” Jim said. An older man might
have reached over and grabbed it, but Jim was just shy of his teenage
years, and in obvious awe at the presence of a beautiful nude woman like
Veronica. He sat staring at her, his legs open, showing us his thing.
“Yes, gentlemen,” Veronica said. She looked at both men. “I
promise not to use my penis whip on you anymore, men, if you make a
promise to me.”
“What’s that?” Frank asked.
“You both must keep yourselves erect and vulnerable for the
entire evening,” Veronica said. “Display your cocks proudly. Keep
yourselves sexually ready. No matter what happens, no matter how deep
your sense of passsion or how crude the manner in which we girls use
you, you must retain your seed. At all costs, keep your sperm in your
balls, so that it may be made proper use of at the end of the evening,
in our cunts, getting all three of us pregnant. But, in the meantime,
keep your legs apart, your backs straight. Show your penises like
they’re flags. Be proud of their stiffness. Don’t cover your erections
with your hands and don’t close your legs, ever. Do you understand? Do
you see how you’re to offer your dicks to us, at all times?”
“Yeah,” Jim said. His voice trembled with desire.
“Open your legs more!” Veronica snapped. Jim spread his
muscled thighs. “All the way!” Veronica ordered. “When you are
sitting, your legs are to be spread to the maximum extent possible.
They are not to be used in any way to hide your sexual organ, or to try
to protect it.”
“I feel like a girl,” Jim said. He strained his legs apart,
showing us the engorged sight not only of his thick prong, but of the
bulging flesh-bag of sperm underneath it. Frank did the same.
“This will be a little like the Story of O,” Veronica told both
men. “I never liked how the girls made such an effort to show their
slits, but the men, apparently, despite the cut of their uniforms,
weren’t put under a similar strain.” She sashayed to the wet bar,
looking back over her shoulder at both our boyfriends. She slipped
behind the bar. She found a cap under the counter and put it on her
head. It was an oversized biker’s cap. It was made of black leather.
A silver chain ran across its front, above the cap’s peaked brim. I
shivered. The cap gave Veronica an air of command. Yet, at the same
time, being oversized, it made her look vulnerable too. She strutted
back out to the coffee table and eyed the penis whip lying on the drinks
tray. “Always you will both make an effort to make a rude and raw
display of your cocks, gentlemen,” Veronica said. She smiled. “Which
shouldn’t be too hard. But you will sit with your buttocks at the end
of the sofa, for instance. Yes, you may lean back. I want you to lean
back and rest. You will need your strength. But your cocks must not
rest.” She giggled. “Even if they could, of course. I know how randy
young men are. That’s why I chose you too. Still, you must always
strive to make a display of your penises while you’re here. I want you
to consciously think of it all the time. I want you to compete! Yes!
Always be worried that the other man might catch our eyes with a more
provacative display of his cock. Thrust forth your own. Show it with
pride. You desire to be picked to father all our children, if you can.
You desire to be a father three times over, excluding the other man
present. And we will tease and test both you, gentlemen, where it
matters. On your dicks. To see if you’re truly suitable. All this I
wish you both to keep in mind, and for that, I promise not to whip your
cocks any more with my penis whip. At the same time I promise you’ll
both be made fathers.”
“God. Whatever!” Jim groaned. He was sitting back now, as
Veronica wished. His broad shoulders rested against the back of the
sofa. But his butt was thrust forward, the cheeks half on, half off the
rich brocaded seat of the sofa. His dick waved in the air, all 12
inches of it. At the same time his big balls dangled off the edge of
the couch. Nothing supported them, and they looked like twin church
bells (very fat church bells!) hanging off the end of the couch, waiting
to be rung. Frank now sat in the same manner.
“Nice,” Veronica said. “And when I command you to stand and
walk, gentlemen, you will do so like show ponies, thrusting forward your
dicks in competition with each other. Do you understand that too?”
“Yes,” Frank groaned. Jim nodded. Yet I saw in their eyes,
despite their agony at being so hard, and so teased, a bright desire to
show us their long, hard organs, in all their male glory. They were
both visibly proud of their dicks, and glad to be able to show them off
to us. I licked my lips. I felt agitated. Could I bear to watch such
a beautiful display, or would I leap from the couch and assault those
twin, perfect cocks? That was the question now! Beside me, I felt a
similar thrill run through Rebecca. Her hand clasped the back of my
neck and squeezed. She knew what I wished to do, for she wished to do
it herself. But she held me back, and kept her seat, though her hand
slipped between her own thighs and lightly brushed her dell.
“Now I need two sturdy fellows to bring out two pairs of
trestles,” Veronica said. “Plus a stool,” Veronica added. “Two stools,
now that I think of it, for the legs of short-stuff here will have to be
spread.”
“What?!” I asked, knowing immediately she must be speaking of
me. I, at 13, was definitely the shortest.
Veronica laughed. “Yes, dear,” she said. She turned to me.
“We will play our first game now. It’s called ‘Tongue Tied.’ Do you
know what sort of game it is? Hmmm? It’s like musical chairs. You and
your sister-- I mean, your aunt. So young for an aunt! You and your
aunt will both present yourselves over a trestle. With your legs
spread, of course. Always we must all keep our legs spread. In front,
you’ll both grip the front bar of the trestle with your hands. If
necessary, your hands will be tied to it. And, most importantly, each
of you will have your faces lifted, as you’re bent over. Lifted like
this,” Veronica said, lightly placing her fingers under her chin. “With
your mouths offered, like so, you will both be the central feature in
‘Tongue Tied.’ It’s a game like musical chairs. As the CD plays, the
men will move between the two of you. Each man will thrust his penis
into your mouth, for a second, then pull it out again. This will
continue until the CD suddenly stops. Then one of the men will be left
out, and have to have a spanking on his ass.”
“Left out?” Rebecca asked. “But there’s just Chloe and I, and
Jim and Frank.”
Veronica smiled. “I’m going to play too. I’ll be wearing a
strap-on dildo, and play just as if I were a man.”
“I’m going to have to suck on a strap-on dildo?!” I asked,
alarmed.
“Yes,” Veronica said. “And before the night is through, we may
well play with something other than your mouths. Perhaps you’ll both be
made to offer your cunts, or your bottomholes, for the game!”
“No,” Rebecca breathed.
“There are all sorts of fun things one can do, even at a
serious affair, like a Pregnancy Party,” Veronica assured us. She
looked at the men. “Go into the hall. You’ll find a closet there.
It’s supposed to be a linen closet, but I’ve got two wooden trestles
stashed there. Bring them out and let’s begin.”
“Okay!” Jim and Frank said. Eagerly they both got up from the
couch. I slipped an arm around my aunt’s waist and hugged myself close
to her.
“Auntie, I’m not sure I want to do this,” I confessed.
“They’re so big! What if I gag on them?”
“It’s-- it’s just a game, silly,” my aunt said. But her voice
was afraid, uncertain.
The men brought in the trestles from the closet in the hall.
Each trestle was heavy. It took two men to lift it. They walked with
grand smiles. Men are ever happy at the thought of a female being
rendered helpless. I watched, gripping my aunt’s waist with both my
arms. I was scared. The men carried the trestles at waist height.
Their naked cocks banged against the wood. I wondered if the unfinished
wood of the trestles would put a splinter in their cocks. I hoped so.
Perhaps it would spare me the wickedness of the ‘game’ Veronica had
planned for us.
“The tops are padded, as you can see, girls. For your
comfort,” Veronica told my aunt and I. And they were, too. Big, black
pads, that added to the weight of each trestle. At the base of each
trestle-leg was an iron cuff. A girl could be put either way across it,
and her ankles fitted smoothly into the cuffs to render her helpless.
Except, in my case, I was too short for my feet to reach. That’s why
they’d put me up on a pair of stools.
Along the lower part of each trestle ran a bar. In the middle
of the bar I saw that the wood was worn, as if someone had gripped it
very tightly. The trestles were old. The pads were clean but the
trestles showed years of use. There were cuts and chips in the legs of
each trestle’s leg. Something had struck the legs, many times. I
gasped as I realized the trestles’ true purpose. My aunt and I were
merely to play a game, but someone else had used the trestles time and
again for a more sinister purpose. If the legs were that marred, what
condition could the poor bottom of the person put over the trestle be
in? I clutched tight to my aunt’s waist. I felt her breathing
quicken. She was scared too.
“Girls?” Veronica said. She beckoned to my aunt and I.
Slowly, my aunt rose from the sofa. The warmth of its cushions parted
company from her bottom; mine too, as, clinging to her waist, I was
forced to stand with her.
“It-- it is just a game, right?” my aunt said. Veronica
laughed.
“How nervous you are, Rebecca! Of course it is just a game,”
Veronica said. “I bought these trestles second-hand. I can’t account
for what use they were put to before.”
“I can guess,” my aunt said. She slipped her hands to her
thighs, then swept them back to her bottom. She held it protectively.
“Me too!” I said. I let go of my aunt’s waist and put my own
palms to my tushy.
“Right this way, girls,” Veronica said. “Let’s not keep the
guys waiting. Jeff? Frank? Please help our young ladies here into the
proper posture. Chloe will need a stool under each of her feet.”
“Two stools?” Frank asked.
“Of course. Her legs are to be spread wide apart, dear,”
Veronica said. I felt my bottom wiggle in my clutching palms. My
cheeks pressed tight.
“Don’t bonk me in my ass,” I told Frank, as he brought two
stools from the hallway closet. He set them down behind the trestle.
“Get up,” Frank said. “I don’t promise anything to a girl
who’s about to be tied.”
“Frank!” I said, alarmed. “Promise you won’t bonk me in my
ass!”
A sly grin came to Frank’s face. I looked fearfully at his big
prick.
“That’s up to Veronica,” Frank said. “I’m not promising your
little ass anything at all.”
“OOOOOH!” I said. My voice was full of disgust. I kept my
hands firmly clapped to my bottom, even though my aunt was already
letting Jim put her over the trestle set out for her. “Veronica?” I
said. “Please tell Frank he’s not supposed to bonk me in my ass.
Only-- only my mouth.”
“Yes, dear,” Veronica said. She took my arm, like a groom
fetching a bride. She led me up to the twin stools. I was made to step
up onto one with both my feet. I was unsteady in my heels. Veronica
held me. She made me bend over the padded trestle. Then she had me
split my legs, placing one of my feet on the other stool. I felt like a
fish lifted up onto the scales. My legs made a bold vee behind me,
showing the pink fig of my slit. My arms dangled down in front. Frank
fitted my chin into a vise on a second trestle. It was a trestle set in
front of the trestle I was lying over. It’s purpose was to support and
make a display of my head, my mouth. For the game. I realized as Frank
pushed my face into the vise that I hadn’t actually gotten a promise I
wouldn’t be bonked in my ass.
“Don’ bon’ my ass, Fwank,” I tried saying.
“You look like Lady Godiva, trying to belly surf,” was all
Frank said in reply. He adjusted my chin in the vise. Then he
tightened it. It pressed up against my cheeks.
In a few minutes both my aunt and I were tied over the
trestles. Veronica decided to bind our hands, to make sure we didn’t
try to protect our mouths with them. Our legs were split in wide vees.
I stood on the two widely-separated stools. I offered myself, in
behind, as Veronica wished. I hoped nobody got any ideas, seeing my
bottomhole made so available. I felt the air of the room caressing my
upturned bottom. It whispered against my rapidly moistening slit. The
trestle was high for me. I felt awkward poised over it. My ankles were
tied to the legs of the stools, making a lewd display of my most private
parts. My bosoms hung off me like ripe fruit, waiting to be stolen. I
glanced at my aunt. I couldn’t move my face, only my eyes.
The vise was tight against my cheeks, so that I couldn’t turn
my head. My aunt suffered the same indignity. Together, each of us
bent over a trestle, we offered our mouths. Our mouths were open, each
a perfect O, waiting to be filled.
The men were delighted. They showed us their cocks. They
waited eagerly for the game to begin. Veronica got a strap-on dildo and
had the men help her with it. When it was attached, she looked just
like a boy in front. A big erstaz penis stuck up from between her
legs. It arched out in front of her. But the fake cock did not come
with any balls. She looked like a neutered guy. That didn’t lessen the
length of the dick she was sporting, though. It was a full 12 inches,
just like the penises of Frank and Jim!
“I’ll start the CD now,” Veronica said. “I’ll punch in a time
so it will stop after a certian point, without me having to stop it
myself.”
“So you’ll know how many seconds there are before it’s going to
stop,” Jim said. “That’s no fair!” He stood with his hips thrust out,
showing his cock like a prize summer sausage.
“Dear,” Veronica said. “There’s no other choice. The game
should really be played with more people. Would you gentlemen like to
stop everything, put on pants, and go out for the evening? Perhaps we
could find another guy to play with us.”
“No. That’s okay,” Frank said. He looked at Jim. “She’s a
girl, anyway. She needs the edge.”
“Right,” Jim said. He looked at Veronica and said, “I hope you
realize that if you lose a round, your ass has to get spanked. Don’t
tell Frank and me that we’re the only ones who suffer when we lose.”
“We’ll all get spanked, whichever one of us loses a round,”
Veronica agreed. She wiggled her ass. “But just one spank. It’s bad
enough I’m going to get pregnant. I don’t want to have to eat my
breakfast standing up tomorrow. Or lunch or dinner.” The men grinned
lasciviously.
“What if we cum?” Frank asked Veronica. His voice was sober.
“That you mustn’t do,” Veronica said. “You’re both grown
boys. Try to control yourselves. Promise me, okay, guys? I want to
keep you both sexuall ready until morning. The game’s designed to
tease, that’s all.”
“We’ll do our best,” Jim said. He grinned.
“Yes, please do,” Veronica said. “Please, guys,” she implored
them. “I’m sure Rebecca and Chloe don’t want a face-full of sperm. Not
this early in the evening. Look how nice their makeup is! And their
hair! Let’s keep them nice and fresh for our other games, okay? Now,
I’m going to start the CD. Each of us, including me with my fake prick,
with stuff ourselves into the girls. Try not to make them gag.
Especially little Chloe. After you’ve presented your dick to them, move
to the other girl. Give her a suck. Then switch back to the first
girl. But with three of us playing, there will always be an ‘odd man
out.’ That’s the one who gets spanked when the music stops. Ready?
“Ready,” Jim said.
“Ready,” Frank said.
“I’m no’ weady!” I blurted. They all looked at me.
“You’re just the mouth,” Veronica laughed. “I’m sorry if
you’re not ready, but you’ve no choice, dear. Do your best to receive
what is offered to you.” She looked at Frank and Jim. “And remember
men. No accidents!”
The vise pressed tight against my cheeks. I sucked at the air
with my O-shaped mouth. Homemade pads were wrapped around each prong of
the vise. They were soft, hand-sized towels. They kept the metal of
the carpenter’s vise from rubbing against my skin. The towels pressed
in on my cheeks. They kept my mouth forced open. It was the same for
my aunt. Veronica regarded us, then went to the wet bar and returned
with a can of RediWip.
“I’m going to up the ante a little bit, by squirting whipped
cream into each of your mouths,” Veronica told my aunt and me. She had
no need to say ‘open wide.’ We already were. Our tongues lolled on our
lower lips.
SQUIRT!
Veronica gave me a squirt first.
“Oooh! Ith colth!” I said. The RediWip chilled my tongue. I
tried to withdraw my tongue into my mouth to warm it. When I did,
Veronica followed my tongue in and filled the whole inside of my mouth
with cream. Then she did the same to my aunt.
“Oooooh!” I heard Rebecca sigh.
“If you girls need your mouths warmed, there’s two men here,
each of whom has a warm poker he’d love to put into you,” Veronica
laughed. She looked at the two men. “Gentlemen, shall we begin?”
“My engine’s started,” Jeff said.
“Mine too,” Frank agreed.
“Don’t get too revved up, gentlemen. We’ll still need both of
you full and hard for our next game, and our game after that,” Veronica
warned. The men nodded, dumbly. I hoped they kept their promise. I
was practically gagging already on the cream Veronica had forced into my
mouth. I didn’t need any more!
“Wild thing” began playing on the CD. The men were delighted.
They began prancing around in front of us. Then Jim excitedly thrust
his cock into my aunt’s mouth. Frank put his thing to my lips.
“Oook!”
“Ooop!”
My aunt and I were stuffed, filled with the men’s long stems of
cock-flesh. We tried not to gag. My cheeks, caught in the vise, were
completely stuffed. I tasted saltiness, mixed with the sweetness of the
cream.
Veronica watched, the fake cock tied to her waist hanging off
the lowest part of her belly. Her eyes were proud.
“Work your dicks back and forth,” Veronica told the men.
“Quick, even thrusts. One, two, three!” She clapped her hands. “Now
pull them out, men! Let me have a turn!” She walked forward. Her big
fake prick danced lewdly in the air. She presented it to my mouth.
“Suck,” Veronica told me. I did. I hated it, but I did. Jim gyrated
his hips, for he had been butted aside by Frank, moving from me to my
aunt. He had nowhere to put his big penis.
“I gotta unnnh! cum!” Jim groaned. He thrust at the air with
his hardened cock. It gleamed with whipped cream from my aunt’s mouth.
I wondered if she was now tasting some of the cream which had been
squirted into my mouth? Yes, she must be. “Hurry up!” Jim said.
The music continued. Frank pulled out of my aunt. Veronica
took her penis, slathered with cream from my mouth, and presented it to
my aunt’s lips. Rebecca took it as gracefully as she could. Jim,
meanwhile, delighted to finally have someplace to put his cock again,
stabbed it at my face. I accepted it, gagged a bit, then found his pee
hole with my tongue and swirled my tongue around it.
“Yes!” Jim gasped. “Do that again!” I did. He jerked his
hips. He fought to control his desire to spend. “Ahh. That’s so
delicious,” Jim said.
“Ooogh!” was all I could say in reply.
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