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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
BETWEEN YESTERDAYS
Chapter One
ÒWhat would you think of joining another couple for sex?Ó she asked
him. They were newly married, but still college students. He looked up at
her from his newspaper at the breakfast table. She was utterly gorgeous,
with perfect round uptilted breasts that threatened, even now as she
spoke to him, to come spilling out of her low cut negligee. ÒThe Johnsons
have a dungeon. They want us to join them,Ó she said.
ÒA dungeon?Ó Dave asked. He felt his cock rise in his loosely tied
pajama pants. He was bare-chested. Sandy giggled as she watched DaveÕs
eyes, saw the way his sculpted chest tightened; she knew him well enough
to guess what was happening to him under the table. ÒIÕve heard of such
things, but--Ó
ÒI know,Ó Sandy said. She looked down at her coffee. She put a
spoon in it. She twirled the spoon, releasing the heat trapped beneath her
coffeeÕs latte topping. Feeling a little nervous now, after the boldness of
her statement, she bit her lip. She had relished the idea of asking her
husband the question sheÕd posed, knowing the effect it would have on his
cock. Especially the bondage part. But now that the idea was released,
Dave might just take it up. Was she really ready for what she had
proposed?
ÒWould it hurt?Ó Dave asked. Anxiously, Sandy giggled.
ÒI think itÕs supposed to, dear,Ó Sandy said. She felt her nipples rise
suddenly. Dave noticed.
ÒHave you done this before?Ó Dave asked her. Sandy shook her head
ÔnoÕ. ÒI thought maybe you were holding something back from me,Ó Dave
said.
ÒHave you done it?Ó Sandy asked him, looking up at him with her
bright, shy blue eyes.
ÒNo, of course not,Ó Dave said. They continued eating. Sandy,
without panties as she sat on a cushion on her breakfast chair, with its
interwoven straw seat, began thinking about her bottom. How comfortable
it felt, just at this moment! How perfectly accommodating their
surroundings were, here in their newlywed apartment. Did she really want
to try bondage? To feel pain? Her ass would not be so scrumptiously at
ease if she had a whip put to it! And what about Dave? Did she really
want to see his cute little behind struck with a whip? The thought of how
his naked penis would bounce if a whip struck him in back made Sandy bite
her lip harder, to the point that it truly began to hurt.
ÒAlright,Ó Dave said suddenly, from the other side of their small
table.
ÒHuh?Ó Sandy asked, looking up at him again, for her eyes had fallen
back down to her coffee, waiting for it to cool.
ÒI said okay,Ó Dave replied. ÒTell the JohnsonÕs I said okay.Ó Sandy
felt tendrils of fear rush up her back, spreading across from it to her
breasts, making her tit points even sharper. That was just like Dave.
When he decided, for the both of them, that was it. She had no say in the
matter. Of course it was she who had foolishly raised the question, but
now that Dave had agreed it was his will that would prevail, whatever
reservations she might have.
ÒI just asked, I didnÕt say--Ó Sandy began.
ÒLetÕs go into the bedroom. I have a sudden desperate urge to fuck,Ó
Dave told her.
They met the JohnsonÕs the following weekend. It was a Friday
night, perfect for a long bout of fun. The JohnsonÕs were just out of
college. They had been married for two years. Mike Johnson was studying
to be an anesthesiologist, already making nice sums of money helping out
in Mercy GeneralÕs operating room. His wife Victoria was planning to be a
nurse, though she had put her studies on hold for awhile to simply enjoy
being with her husband.
ÒWhat- what is this going to be like?Ó Sandy asked, when they had
finished a candlelight dinner and were relaxing in the coupleÕs living room.
Sandy and Dave sat on a couch. Opposite them, beyond the interposition of
a low coffee table, Mike and Victoria sat. There was a vase of freshly cut
roses on the coffee table. They were beautiful, Sandy thought, as her
question hung in the air, but their stems had sharp thorns.
ÒWell,Ó Victoria said, after a long moment, during which her husband
smiled and caressed her breasts. She was a beautiful woman. She had
long dark hair that she wore piled up on her head, tied with violet ribbons.
Her mouth was sensuous, red full lips poised beneath a small, slender
aristocratic nose. Her eyes were dark and inviting. They sparkled now as
she considered, with elegant slowness, SandyÕs nervous question.
ÒThe essence of sex is pleasure,Ó Victoria said. She giggled. Dave
and Sandy chuckled.
ÒWe know that,Ó Dave said.
ÒBut the essence of bondage is pain,Ó Victoria went on. Dave and
Sandy grew quiet and pale. ÒIn mixing the two, one tries to achieve a
combination that is both erotic and challenging. For instance, when we
were considering who to invite, Mike said to me... what did you say,
honey?Ó Mike unbuttoned the top button of his wifeÕs blouse, showing part
of her pink frilly bra.
ÒI said, whoever you pick, make sure she has a nice ass,Ó Mike said.
He unbuttoned another button on VictoriaÕs blouse. ÒBecause youÕll be
eating it.Ó There was an immediate gasp from Sandy. Victoria chuckled,
looking at her young guestÕs startled blue eyes.
ÒMike wants to see me fuck a womanÕs ass with my tongue,Ó
Victoria said.
ÒOh my,Ó Sandy managed to get out, her heart suddenly racing. Dave,
nonplussed, stroked her belly. His wife was wearing a tightly stretched
crop top. It dipped low to show off the upper halves of her breasts.
Beneath the crop, SandyÕs belly was bare. Dave palmed the flat expanse of
warm skin. He dipped a finger in her navel.
ÒI donÕt know if--Ó Sandy began, but Dave raised a hand and put a
finger over her lips.
ÒTell us more,Ó Dave said.
ÒWell,Ó Victoria smiled, letting the word hang again in the air as her
husband undid two more of her buttons. Her breasts were now thrusting
forth from her blouse, their weight easing open her blouse. She could see
the effect her display was having on Dave. Still holding his wife, his eyes
were nonetheless trained on her. Right on her tits, in fact, only now and
then jumping, ever so briefly, up to her eyes.
ÒPain can be a luxurious sensation,Ó Victoria said. ÒPerhaps not so
much in the application as in the feeling afterward. Especially in the idea
of having accomplished something, of having been brave. I have always
considered beauty an important component of bondage. The perfect cock,
bound with a tight leather ring, or even metal, exposed and subjected to
difficult tests. Or the ass, whether of a male or a female, its cheeks
taken from a state of virginal paleness to red suffering, the whip strokes
applied with exquisite slowness. Cruel slowness, to draw out the pain and
make it wonderfully harsh. There is nudity in bondage but not the quick,
hot pleasure and release of sex. One might spend hours naked without any
sympathetic touches, or appreciative kisses. It is a way of life that is
akin to the medieval torture chambers, but where the participants have
come, at least initially, without being forced. Emotions are provoked but
not fulfilled and released. Instead they are stretched out, and all the
while the victim is gorgeous to look at, even as the mauling continues, as
the screams are heard.Ó
Mike had continued unbuttoning VictoriaÕs blouse as she spoke and
the garment was now completely undone. He eased it off her, exposing
small, delicate shoulders, which looked even more diminutive set against
the womanÕs tremendous bosom. Her tits were held back only by her bra
now, and her large breasts seemed to be winning the battle against this
flimsy inner garment, straining it with their double-barrelled weight.
Even as she felt fear at what Victoria had just said, she felt a twinge of
jealousy. She could feel her husband watching the womanÕs tits, savoring
them, pulling her bra off with his eyes and applying his mouth to her
upstanding nipples. Sandy had nice breasts too; she didnÕt want them to
seem second-rate. She felt a sudden wave of relief as her husband took
his hand off her belly and, joining it with his other hand at her chest,
began to lift up her crop top. She wasnÕt wearing any bra underneath. Her
mouth uttered a small, grateful ÒOh!Ó as Dave bared her breasts and Mike,
sitting across from her, looked with obvious desire at her tits.
ÒIn our case, selecting a couple to invite for bondage, we wanted
three things,Ó Victoria went on, her voice now like that of a purring cat,
small and quiet, yet saying things which seemed to claw at the air. ÒOf
course, for the sex part, they must be young and eager. And married, of
course, like ourselves. But shy too, as you both are. We wanted to teach,
not to compete with another experienced couple, seeing which of us could
outdo the other. It is more fun, I think, to have students, to share a new
idea rather than be in a kind of Olympic competition.Ó Mike had his wife
lean forward a little, her breasts hanging heavily and sumptuously as he
fiddled with her bra clasp. A moment later he succeeded; VictoriaÕs
breasts spilled forth naked, leaving their cups immediately owing to their
grand weight. Victoria laughed; Sandy and Dave joined her, their laughs
less certain, however, owing to what the woman was saying even as her
utterly wonderful beauty was revealed. ÒIn addition to having a new
couple, who would make good-looking and fun sex partners, we also
wanted a nice pair of asses,Ó Victoria said. ÒThe behind is very important
in bondage. It is the focus of much of the discipline and punishment thatÕs
delivered. Not only does one commonly apply a whip to the ass, but there
are so many other implements as well; the riding crop, the paddle, the cat
oÕ nine tails, the utterly cruel and unforgiving martinet.Ó Mike reached
around and cupped his wifeÕs tits. Gently he began rolling her nipples
between his fingers, pinching them a little as Victoria continued speaking,
causing her to gasp between her words. ÒThen there is impalement,Ó
Victoria managed to get out. ÒPutting something up the bottom. There are
so many ways it can be done. A tongue, a finger, a dildo. And of course the
living penis, thrust up into the ass, eager for pleasure and not caring if it
hurts the victim, be he male or female. Seeing an ass impaled, especially
a very good-looking ass, is a delight. There is a certain crudeness in the
act that a good fucking in the pussy just canÕt equal. Done right, the
impaling object should be of a size that can just barely be endured. We
decided to look for two anal virgins who had asses that were so beautiful
as to seem to be aching to be opened.Ó
ÒHow-- how did you know--?Ó Sandy gasped, for she had never let
Dave fuck her there, and as far as she knew, and indeed hoped, he had never
been gay or anything.
ÒI brought it up with you last week,Ó Victoria smiled. ÒI asked Dave
directly, at the swimming pool, if heÕd ever had anything put up his
bottom.Ó
ÒNo,Ó Dave said, giving the same half-shocked answer heÕd given the
week before.
ÒAnd in your case, dear Sandy, I asked you if youÕd ever experiment
with your husband. You said you just had sex the way everyone else did--Ó
ÒOh yes. Now I remember,Ó Sandy gulped. Her nipples were tight and
stiff little points, Dave massaging them now as he gawked at VictoriaÕs
endowments.
ÒYou have pretty breasts,Ó Mike told Sandy. His eyes glowed. He had
been looking for some time now at SandyÕs tits as Victoria spoke and
Sandy was not unaware of it. She felt butterflies in her stomach.
ÒTheyÕre not as big as your wifeÕs,Ó Sandy said.
ÒThey donÕt have to be. TheyÕre the perfect compliment to my wifeÕs
tits,Ó Mike said. ÒWhy donÕt you two stand up and kiss? It would be quite
beautiful to look at.Ó
ÒOh, I donÕt know--Ó Sandy said, but Dave immediately nodded and
pushed her up. When she was standing, for good measure he suddenly
lifted the back of her skirt and yanked down her panties, all the way down
to her knees.
ÒHey!Ó Sandy cried.
ÒDonÕt touch them,Ó Dave said of SandyÕs panties. He urged his wife
forward with a hand pressed to her skirted bottom. She stumbled forward,
still wearing her high heels. Mike liked DaveÕs idea and quickly undid the
buttons at the front of his wifeÕs jeans. They were pretty dark jeans, of a
thin denim weave. He yanked them down, and when his wifeÕs panties
were exposed he pulled those down too, leaving her bush bare before her
guests. With her legs held close by her jeans and panties banded around
her knees, Victoria toddled forward. The woman suddenly tripped and fell.
Sandy caught her, not with any intention but simply by being there, in
front of the woman, as she fell. Victoria was the heavier of the two and
Sandy let out a surprised grunt. Almost immediately the two began
kissing. Their lips meshed, even as Victoria struggled to recover her
balance.
ÒMmmmm!Ó The two wives cried, tasting each others mouths,
smelling each others perfumes. Sandy had never imagined she would be
kissing another woman but now here she was, and it felt wonderful! Her
bare breasts pressed against VictoriaÕs. Their nipples clashed, twin
points of desire stabbing into each otherÕs pillowed softness, touching
point-to-point on one side, SandyÕs right to VictoriaÕs left. Behind them
their husbands immediately got out their cocks. It was a wonderful sight,
and they were going to enjoy it as it should be enjoyed, lustily stroking
themselves. The women, who had heard their husband unzip, felt a new
urgency at the thought of their loversÕ cocks exposed. They kissed harder,
their tongues explored more deeply. Sandy thought suddenly of what
Victoria had promised, that she would fuck the girl in her ass! Sandy
wiggled her bottom thinking of it. Was she going to allow such a thing?
Could she stop it? The two wivesÕ hands, at first clasping each other
round the bottom or the shoulders now slipped round to each others
pussies. Legs parted to admit fingers; Victoria lifted the front of SandyÕs
skirt and dipped her right hand into SandyÕs cunt, her other hand stroking
the girlÕs thigh. Sandy retaliated, only seconds behind Victoria. She
played in the womanÕs dark bush, her other hand sliding back again to part
the cheeks of VictoriaÕs ass.
ÒOh! YouÕre naughty!Ó Victoria gasped, feeling Sandy delve into her
both in front and back. Sandy couldnÕt quite believe what she was doing.
Perhaps it was VictoriaÕs promise to plunge her tongue into SandyÕs ass
that now made the young wife test, with her index finger, the interior of
VictoriaÕs butt. She found herself pressing a fingertip against VictoriaÕs
anus. The larger woman flinched; Sandy pushed a little harder as
VictoriaÕs bottom cheeks clenched.
ÒCome on, open up,Ó Sandy smiled up at Victoria. The taller woman
relented. Her ass cheeks eased a little. Sandy pressed hard and suddenly
Victoria let out a howl, SandyÕs finger plunging knuckle-deep into the
interior of her bottom!
ÒOh my God!Ó Sandy said, stunned at herself for what she had done.
With sudden regret she wanted to pull her finger out of the other womanÕs
bowels but VictoriaÕs ass, whether by instinct or design, huddled tight
again, her twin cheeks once more trapping Sandy.
ÒAh, God!Ó Mike cried, seeing what the naive young wife had done. He
strummed himself urgently. She would prove to be a most willing
accomplice after all, it seemed, in their bondage games.
ÒWhatÕs happening?Ó Dave asked. He got up from the couch, his hand
working his cock with boyish enthusiasm.
ÒOh! She has a naughty finger,Ó Victoria gasped, about DaveÕs wife.
Mike leaned forward and took his hand off his cock long enough to yank his
wifeÕs jeans down to her ankles. Immediately the taller woman spread her
legs. She bent her knees. To SandyÕs alarm, pushing just a little more, her
finger slid more deeply up into VictoriaÕs ass.
ÒGod! YouÕre finger fucking her!Ó Dave exclaimed. He came round to
see for himself what Mike was witnessing. As both men kept rubbing their
cocks, the two wives now fucked, ever so gently, Sandy doing Victoria in
her behind.
ÒOooh! Oooh! Oooh!Ó Victoria moaned. SandyÕs finger moved back and
forth. It was a scary yet exquisite sensation, kissing this woman as she
worked her finger in her rectum! Victoria gave SandyÕs pussy a gentle
exploration. Her fingers moved blindly as they continued to kiss. Sandy,
at the same time, with her other hand, explored Victoria there.
ÒOoooh!Ó Sandy suddenly exclaimed, Victoria finding her special spot
in her cunt.
ÒMmmm, now IÕve got you,Ó Victoria said. And SandyÕs own knees
buckled and her legs moved farther apart, stretching her panties to the
limit.
The tableaux continued for several more minutes. The two men
brought themselves near to spilling; the two wives came close to tasting
bliss. And Victoria, with a finger up her bottom, tasted for the first time
the sort of impalement she had spoken of so freely, as if a resident
expert, although she had only done reading in the matter up til now, in
magazines.
ÒLetÕs stop,Ó Victoria breathed. ÒStop and take a break.Ó She could
hear the men grunting behind her and she did not want to see them spoil
their fine erections. Not yet; she had plans for them. Reluctantly Sandy
stepped back from the taller woman. She felt her fingers slip out of her
cunt and her own fingers left Victoria. Her finger behind came popping out
of the womanÕs bottom. Immediately, looking at the brown stain on her
finger, Sandy blushed. Victoria smiled and got Sandy to step out of her
panties, Victoria pulling off her panties and jeans. Then, together they
went to the kitchen and washed SandyÕs finger off. Victoria passed a
washcloth behind herself to pick up any shit that might have been left
between her cheeks.
When the two women returned to the living room, Mike and Dave
were pulling off their clothes. Sandy and Victoria joined them, slipping
out of what little they still were wearing. Naked, the foursome gazed
wondrously at each other. They were truly beautiful, nude penitents ready
for bondage!
ÒShall we go in?Ó Victoria asked, and her gaze went to a door set
into a wall of the living room. The whole wall was in shadow, Dave
realized he had barely noticed the door until now. Immediately Sandy
gasped and grabbed DaveÕs hand. ÒWe shall hold hands, but not with our
natural partners,Ó Victoria said. She went to Dave and Sandy and eased
their hands apart. Then she drew Sandy over to her husband, and put her
hand not in his but on his erect cock. ÒThis is how we hold hands for the
festivities we are planning,Ó Victoria smiled. Before Sandy could protest
Victoria went to Dave and took hold of his cock. The young man nearly
burst, feeling the elegant womanÕs hand take hold of him. Sandy giggled a
little, her bare breasts shaking, as she watched her husband almost spill
himself on their hostsÕ carpet, his face suddenly red and his cheeks puffed.
ÒI- I have to pee,Ó Dave said, trying to cover his embarrassment at
almost spoiling their fun by ejaculating.
ÒAll will be seen to where weÕre going,Ó Victoria said.
ÒYou have a toilet there?Ó Dave asked, still trying to make it look as
if he really did need to pee, and wasnÕt on the verge of being fondled into
an unwanted emission.
ÒUrine is a precious bodily fluid,Ó Victoria said to the young man.
Already Mike was pushing Sandy forward, his hands on her bottom, the girl
seemingly unwillingly holding him by his cock. Victoria urged Dave
forward too, pulling him as gently as she could so he wouldnÕt baptize her
thigh with his seed. ÒIn our bondage room, we use urine for erotic
purposes,Ó Victoria continued, feeling Dave throb in her hand. ÒLike peeing
on each other.Ó
ÒEach other?Ó Sandy asked. Mike put his hand on the door handle. He
opened the door. There was a slow creak, as if a forbidden vault was being
prised open.
ÒWeÕll decide what to do with your pee when we get inside. But I
want you to hold it for now,Ó Victoria told Dave. He marvelled at the
school marmish way she said it, an elegant teacher with his dick in her
hand!
The room beyond was dark. Mike pushed Sandy into it. She clutched
at his dick now, holding it frightfully, not wanting to see what he intended
to show her. He found a lightswitch and flicked on the lights. Suddenly a
room of medieval design appeared. Bizarre items of torture, which Sandy
could not begin to comprehend, were lit by the lights. Victoria pulled Dave
by his dick in behind Mike and Sandy. The dark-haired woman was smiling.
ÒItÕs time to have some fun!Ó Victoria said.
The first item that Victoria and Mike wanted to introduce their
guests to was called an inverted rack. Victoria said the name of the
device slowly, letting her friends absorb both the sound of the words and
the item itself. It was curious to look at. A pair of boards stretched
forward, equipped with straps. Two boards were at an angle, again armed
with straps. Then inbetween, there was a hump. It was narrow, made of
wood, and softened with a layer of animal fur. Victoria guided Sandy to
the device. She had the young wife place the front part of each of her legs
against the leaning boards. Looking down, Sandy saw that she was now
straddling the furred hump. From behind, Mike suddenly pushed her
forward. He did it roughly, SandyÕs breasts bouncing as she lost her
balance and fell.
ÒOhhh!Ó Sandy cried. Her pussy slammed down right on top of the
hump. Her hands, sprawling forward, reached for and landed on the boards
that stretched out beyond it.
ÒSee? ItÕs an inverted rack,Ó Victoria said to Dave.
ÒNice,Ó the husband enthused, and Sandy looked back, giving him a
worried look, for he seemed not at all concerned that Mike had just made
her fall.
ÒIÕll tie down the straps in front, you do your wifeÕs legs,Ó Mike said
to Dave.
ÒNo!Ó Sandy screamed. But she found to her dismay that she couldnÕt
get up. Her weight was awkwardly poised over the hump, her pussy
pressing to it and her arms and legs akimbo. Mike got to her right arm as
she tried using it to push herself up. He wrapped a strap around her wrist
as she continued to protest, buckling it tight. In back Sandy felt her own
husband go to her left leg, pressed up against the leaning-forward board,
and put the straps to it. Victoria, chuckling, went to the wall of the room
where an array of paddles was hung.
ÒOh, please, let me up!Ó Sandy cried. But Mike, when he had finished
binding both SandyÕs wrists to the forward boards, produced a gag. As if
to mock Sandy he rubbed the cloth gag briefly against his erect penis. He
wet it a little, with his precum, then put it, the wet part, into SandyÕs
gasping mouth. As he tied the gag at the back of the girlÕs head, Dave
finished strapping down SandyÕs right leg.
ÒNow for a good paddling,Ó Victoria smiled at Sandy, as the girl
tossed back her hair from where it had fallen, in her struggles, over her
eyes, and looked back at her tormenters. Again she looked at Dave, her
eyes pleading, but he only smiled, enthused at this new game. Victoria
explained that a girl must be trained to enjoy a good paddling. For this
purpose the hump was there, rubbing up against SandyÕs pussy. ÒShe is
sure to feel pleasure when the paddle makes her rub herself against it,Ó
Victoria said. Indeed, Sandy was now blushing, for as she struggled to
break free of her bonds she became aware of the pleasant sensation of the
fur between her legs.
Whack! Without further ado, Victoria brought the paddle down hard.
Sandy gave a startled cry. She had not expected to be so suddenly and
abruptly assaulted, like a naughty girl!
ÒThatÕs for putting your finger up my bottom,Ó Victoria said to
Sandy. The blonde struggled in her bonds. Her ass stung; worse, perhaps,
her ass cheeks were stretched open before her hosts, owing to the wide
separation of the boards her legs were bound to.
Whack! Whack! The paddle fell two more times, and SandyÕs bottom,
previously a glorious white, began to redden.
ÒYou may pee whenever you like,Ó Victoria said to Dave. ÒAim for
your wifeÕs bottom hole.Ó
ÒCan I go too?Ó Mike asked.
ÒOf course, dear,Ó Victoria told her husband. ÒIf youÕre going to fuck
Sandy in her ass, I see no reason why you canÕt pee in it.Ó
ÒDo you mind?Ó Mike asked Dave. But that was like asking a boy if he
minded seeing his sister in Penthouse. He might, if he were thinking about
it rationally, but with his cock close to bursting Dave was anything but
rational.
ÒNo, go right ahead,Ó Dave said, and waved his hand forward, holding
his cock with his other hand, as if he were offering a urinal to another
man in a bathroom. ÒI can wait,Ó Dave said.
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