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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Bosom Buddies
Chapter One
The weatherman was predicting a severe storm and anyone who
wanted to be someplace in New York hurried to arrive before its onslaught.
Nonetheless, even amidst the general hustle and bustle of the street,
figures hurrying to and fro as the wind picked up, blowing the litter up
from the curb and sometimes stinging the eyes with grit, heads turned as
the two women walked by. They hurried from the safety of a hotelÕs
enclosed entryway, out into the night, the doorman having called them
from the lobby because a cab was waiting. They had not stayed at the
hotel; they had simply used it as a rendezvous point, for neither knew
where the other lived.
The two women, wearing fur coats that were as black as the night,
but noticed all the same, got into the cab. The one who was slightly
shorter opened the door for the other one. After a momentÕs hesitation,
holding balloons in her hand that were silvery white and glinted in the
neon of the hotelÕs overhead sign, she got in. The smaller one followed,
pulling her own handful of balloons into the cab. They were black
balloons, matching her coat. They had black crepe streamers intertwined
with the strings that kept the balloons from flying away. The taller
female, sitting in the cab, ran her fingers up the crepe intertwined with
her own balloonsÕ strings. It was white.
ÒWell, weÕre off!Ó the women with the black balloons said to the one
who was slightly taller.
ÒYes!Ó the taller one replied.
ÒWhere to?Ó the cab driver asked. The woman with the black
balloons let go of them. The strings lifted from her hand, the balloons
wobbled sideways as they pressed against the cabÕs roof. The woman
reached into a shiny black paper bag. She drew out her purse. It was black
like the bag, like her coat and the balloons sheÕd been holding. She
fumbled open her purse and reached around inside. She took out a folded
piece of paper. She unfolded it.
Ò1804 West Park,Ó the woman said. The taller woman with the
white balloons, sitting beside her, gave a quick blushing grin. The cab
driver, watching the two women in his rearview mirror, nodded. They
were gorgeous women. Both were no more than 20. Perhaps they were
college girls going to a wealthy sorority party. He wished he was invited.
They had met at the health club that they were both members of.
They chatted often during the last week, glad to have met seeming
soulmates in this big sometimes lonely city. The shorter one, whose name
was Jill, had long black hair and pale skin, a small oval face with delicate
features, a touch of Spanish blood in her appearance, mostly in her eyes, it
seemed, which seemed to betray a certain inner fire. Her eyes were blue,
they sparkled when she met someone who she liked who admired her
voluptuous figure.
Anna was one of those people. Sitting beside Jill now, in the cab,
she felt an eager kinship with someone as pretty as herself. Prettier, she
told herself, for with her slightly longer legs and fulsome bosom she felt
slightly mis-proportioned. Jill seemed just right to her, perfect in every
way, while her own larger breasts reminded her of cows, heavy with milk,
an her legs, longer than JillÕs, seemed as if theyÕd been stolen from a
young mare in some pasture. Jill glanced over at Anna, giving her a
nervous smile.
ÒAre you sure youÕre okay with this?Ó Jill asked Anna, using just her
eyes, asking the question wordlessly now for the umpteenth time, after
whispering it aloud in the hotel lobby. Anna nodded agreement, her own
apprehension showing in her smile, which she flashed anew, her lovely red
lips drawing back to show her perfect white teeth. Her smile elicited one
from Jill. Anna recalled being next to the woman on the stair stepper
three days before. She had told Jill she was in a relationship, her
boyfriendÕs birthday was coming up. She was trying to think of a surprise
for him. They had thought together awhile, the two of them huffing and
puffing there on the stair steppers, and as they did Anna became aware of
Jill watching the up and down bouncing movement of her breasts.
ÒThey are large, arenÕt they?Ó Anna had said to Jill, blushing.
ÒMmmm. My boyfriend would like them,Ó Jill replied.
ÒYou think so?Ó Anna asked, her blush deepening, a redness coming to
JillÕs cheeks that was not from her exercise on the stairs.
ÒI know he would,Ó Jill said. ÒIn fact, heÕd like them for his
birthday.Ó
ÒOh my God!Ó Anna cried. And so it was decided, in those next few
minutes, the two of them sweating on the stairs, that JillÕs boyfriend
would get Anna and her tits for his birthday.
They had mentioned casually to each other where they lived but
neither had made a note of it, only exchanging phone numbers. When they
had decided to give Anna to Steve, who was JillÕs boyfriend, they had
decided to keep all other aspects of their lives a mystery. After all, if
things went awry they could simply skip going to the health club, or join a
different club, and change their phone numbers. All would be forgotten,
they would never see each other again in such a big city, and anyway the
mystery of this made events more exciting. They knew each other, after a
week of exercising together, yet they remained strangers. It was easier,
when experimenting like this, to keep a certain distance. Easier to get in
and easier to get out. For there was no love involved, this they both knew.
Anna was jealous of JillÕs beauty and Jill, though Anna didnÕt know it, was
jealous of AnnaÕs larger breasts and longer legs. She wanted to give her
boyfriend this surprise and yet at the same time she didnÕt want him to
love Anna more than herself.
Did Steve love her? Jill asked herself, sitting beside Anna in the
cab, the two of them sharing nervous smiles again as the cab driver
flicked his eyes at them in his rearview mirror, admiring their beauty.
Certainly the sex was great, and novel, but she didnÕt know if he loved her.
He loved her body, there was no question of that. But if she hadnÕt met
him she was sure he would, right now, be loving some other young working
girlÕs body. He was quite handsome. She hoped Anna would like him. She
was sure she would, most women did. Steve was a lawyer, 25 and new in
the city, fresh from law school. Jill had met an accountant the year
before under similar circumstances. He was a new recruit at Price
Waterhouse; she was beginning to feel a bit predatory scooping up all
these young men; but of course they were older than her, she had still been
in high school, a senior, when sheÕd met the accountant. She had not loved
him either, she had simply been tired of listening to nuns preach about
virginity. She wanted to know what it was like to not be a virgin. And so
the accountant taught her, or rather she induced him to, finally giving in
to the fact that men wanted her body.
Jill sighed. She looked down at her slender gloved hands. She had
always been nervous about how obvious menÕs desire was. Now she liked
it, of course. With the right man it was exciting. But she still
remembered being in fifth grade, her breasts just starting to grow, and
how she suddenly got wanted. Boys who had ignored her suddenly lusted
for her. She was the same, she just had breasts, but suddenly they needed
her! And men did too, men she didnÕt even know, men much older than
herself. It was, like, boom! One day she was a little girl, the next day she
was a little girl with breasts, and suddenly she had joined the female
species. Ever since then males had pursued her. Shocked by their crass
desire for her developing body she rejected them, until at last the nunÕs
preaching made her sick of being so pure.
The cab rolled to a stop.
ÒOh! WeÕre here already?Ó Jill asked. The driver nodded. Jill looked
at the meter. It read $13.00. She reached into her purse and pulled out a
twenty. She handed it to the man. He began to reach for change in his back
pocket. The pressure of his hand pushed his jeans down in back,
inadvertently. His naked buttocks showed, his ass crack flashed the top of
its line at Jill. ÒThatÕs alright,Ó Jill said to the driver. ÒKeep the change.
Anna scooted sideways as Jill pushed to the right to exit the cab. The
taller woman saw the driverÕs exposed ass and slapped a gloved hand to
her mouth. She giggled; the driver realized his exposure and grunted and
yanked up his pants. But Jill knew he was not entirely unhappy. His
carelessness had earned him $7.00, enough to buy a magazine with
womenÕs naked bodies in it, doing what she and Anna were about to do.
The apartment complex where Steve lived had a doorman. He
recognized Jill, coming up the steps as the first flakes of snow began to
fall. Anna came behind her. The doorman didnÕt recognize Anna but he
admired her tits all the same. They pressed against the front of her
tightly-gripped fur, an admirable pair. He would dream of them, he
suspected, when he went home and slept tonight.
ÒGood evening, Jill,Ó the doorman said to the lovely fur-wrapped
woman. She looked especially smashing tonight. Perhaps Steve was
taking her out someplace. The balloons she carried, bobbing black against
the black night sky, flakes of white snow hitting them, gave her a childish
touch. She was only 19, the doorman said to himself. If only he were a
lawyer and her boyfriend was the doorman, perhaps she would be visiting
him tonight! But of course he was older, 35. She might not go for older
men.
Jill nodded and smiled at the doorman. She brushed past him,
carrying her balloons. She giggled a little as she heard Anna come along
behind her, passing the doorman, receiving an eager ÒhelloÓ from him. All
men liked Anna or, rather, her tits. It was even the reason Jill had chosen
Anna for this surprise. To choose a woman with tits her own size might
have been anti-climactic. Not that she didnÕt have a lovely pair, but if she
wanted to surprise her boyfriend she wanted to go all out, with a pair she
herself was jealous of. Jill pressed the up button next to one of the
buildingÕs elevators. She waited; Anna came up beside her and they stood
together. There was a chime. Doors slid open before them. They got in
and an elevator operator asked them what floor they wanted.
ÒEight,Ó Jill smiled, the elevator operator smiling at her and then at
AnnaÕs tits, finally at AnnaÕs face, in a kind of sheepish admission that
the lovely pair of tits that had just gotten into his elevator did indeed
have a face attached. The elevator rose up. It stopped seconds later and
at the sound of another chime the doors opened again. Jill turned to Anna.
ÒWeÕre here!Ó Jill said brightly. Her eyes again asked Anna the same
question. Anna gave the same answer, a quiet nodding agreement. The two
women walked from the elevator. They walked a short distance down a
hall and stopped in front of a door. Jill was aware of the elevator
operator holding his elevator doors open, looking out and down the hall at
the two lovely fur-draped women. Jill pressed the doorbell next to the
door. A moment later the door opened.
ÒSurprise!Ó Jill said to Steve. The young lawyer smiled and his eyes
widened. He had known his girlfriend would probably stop by for his
birthday but he hadnÕt dreamed she would look so smashing; and who was
this with her? Jill walked into his apartment. Anna followed. Steve shut
the door and Anna glanced sheepishly at Jill as Jill set down the shiny
black bag sheÕd been carrying. Both women let go of the balloons in their
hands. The balloons rose upward and found a new barrier, the ceiling of
SteveÕs apartment. Their long crepe-twined strings hung down like
streamers as Anna reached to open her coat. It was not buttoned. A swift
motion of her hands showed Steve what others had only been able to
wonder at.
Steve gasped. Before him a girl he didnÕt even know was showing
him her tits. She had big knockers; he had realized that as soon as he saw
her, the shape of her bosom pressing upon the front of her coat. Now the
coat was pulled back, revealing that she was wearing almost nothing
underneath! She had on a bra, made of black silk, but she had pulled the
cups down before leaving her apartment, so that they left her tits
completely bare, showing her white fleshed cones with their rosy red
nipples, the tips of them slightly risen from brushing against the inside of
her coat. With the cups under her breasts, they didnÕt simply fail to cover
her twin mounds of flesh. They actually lifted the tits, rather obscenely,
offering them now to SteveÕs eyes and his watering mouth. In any other
circumstances Steve would have striven to look this beautiful woman in
the face. But by pulling her coat back and showing her tits to him so
openly, he stared at her assets, smiling at the way they rose and fell with
her excited breathing. Her nipples stiffened under his inspection; he
wasnÕt touching them but he didnÕt have to. His eyes seemed to strip her
right down to her lungs, then build her up again, restore her skin, savor her
tits like a man might admire a prize heifer before taking it to the
slaughterhouse.
Feeling a twinge of jealousy, Jill presented herself to her boyfriend.
She pulled back her own coat and showed him the body he loved; the body
that only two men had ever loved, himself and a man heÕd never met, the
accountant. Steve smiled at JillÕs display of naked tit flesh, for she too
wore a black silk bra, the cups pulled down already to offer her tits to him
as if they were ripe fruit. She felt his eyes briefly peel the skin off her
tits, or seem to, then gently replace it.
ÒYes, feast your eyes on my breasts,Ó Jill said without speaking to
Steve, her flashing blue eyes saying it all. Then suddenly Anna threw
herself into SteveÕs arms. He caught the young woman while still gazing
with admiration at his girlfriend. Then, feeling AnnaÕs tits press heavily
against him, he turned again to her. But he still he didnÕt look into her
face, despite its loveliness, for his eyes were still captivated by her bare
breasts.
When at last Steve had drunk his fill of AnnaÕs breasts, and JillÕs,
there was still much else to admire before he could raise his eyes to take
in how pretty their two faces were. For in addition to wearing silky black
bras, the women wore silky black panties. They were black underwear, not
bikinis but underclothing, matching their bras. They rode low on the two
womenÕs hips and Steve gasped as he realized he could see JillÕs dark
pubic hair, and AnnaÕs blonde hair, curling in light wisps out of the low-
riding panties. He could even see through the panties, just a little, their
opaque fabric betraying the slight bulge that their matted pubic hair made,
and giving a glimpse of its fuzzy attraction. His mouth watered more as
he looked at their legs. Both women wore thigh-high black fishnet
stockings. The stockings were held up not by straps, for neither wore a
garter, but by elastic bands sewn into the tops of their stockings. Their
fur coats, which hung to their ankles, failed to hide shiny black high heels,
which, with the coats closed, gave the illusion of two well-dressed young
women going to a party. Now, with their coats pulled back, Steve knew
their secret, which the doormen and the elevator operator and the cab
driver had been unable to apprehend; under their furs, they were dressed
for only the lewdest of affairs.
Mustering a gallantry that he knew was expected of him, Steve
finished admiring the two women with his eyes and offered to take their
coats. They accepted, laughing coquettishly as he did so, watching him
hang up their coats in a closet as if he were about to usher to ladies to
tea. When he had closed the closet door on their coats the women laughed
and Jill said,
ÒWe bought you a cake, birthday boy!Ó
ÒReally?Ó Steve asked. ÒLet me see it!Ó Jill bent over and reached
with both hands into the shiny black paper bag that sheÕd set down on the
floor. She was aware of SteveÕs eyes on her bottom. She felt her panties,
which already, like the cab driverÕs, showed the top of her ass crack, slide
lower as she bent so far over. She was pleased by the feeling of SteveÕs
eyes on her ass. Anna had fallen again into his arms, pressing her
gorgeous tits against him, but her boyfriend preferred her! Or rather her
bottom.
Jill lifted the cake out of the bag. SteveÕs eyes wandered to AnnaÕs
breasts for the brief moment it took Jill to turn around. She presented the
birthday cake to him. He looked up from AnnaÕs chest and smiled at it.
Emblazoned on the cake, which was covered with white frosting, was a
pair of breasts made out of icing. Jill winced, as Steve gasped and he
licked his lips. At the time sheÕd ordered the cake, the thought of having
breasts put on it seemed to be a glorious joke; not only would she present
Anna with her outsized tits to her boyfriend, but she would emphasize the
surprise with this bosomy cake. Now, however, with Steve actually
standing in front of her gaping at AnnaÕs boobs every second, or almost
every second, she felt jealous.
ÒItÕs gorgeous!Ó Steve said, and Anna, in his arms, blushed as she
realized the reference to tits must be to her own, for were her tits not
the real reason Jill had chosen her for her boyfriend? The woman had
almost said as much, looking at her breasts as sheÕd invited her. Anna had
enjoyed the pleasure Jill took in her boobs, that indeed Steve was taking
in them now, yet it was rather embarrassing to be evaluated solely, or
almost solely, on oneÕs mammary glands. ÒMay I taste it?Ó Steve asked,
his right hand groping up around AnnaÕs left tit as he held her and she
pressed against him. Jill nodded. Steve reached out and poked at the cake,
his other hand now touching AnnaÕs left nipple as he stabbed a finger into
the right nipple on the cake. Steve lifted up a chunk of icing from the
suddenly ruined nipple and offered it, to Anna and JillÕs surprise, to the
blondeÕs lips. Anna laughed and opened her mouth. Steve put his finger
into her mouth and she sucked upon it. Her eyes looked at Steve warmly as
she did so. Suddenly Jill put the cake on a coffee table next to where they
were standing and dove for SteveÕs zipper.
ÒMmmm! What are you doing?Ó Anna asked, Steve asking the same
question but without AnnaÕs exclamation of delight at the cherry flavored
icing in her mouth. Jill pulled down SteveÕs fly.
ÒItÕs time to get the birthday boy into his birthday suit!Ó Jill said.
And a moment later, helpfully digging into SteveÕs trousers, she produced
his erection. It came out fast and throbbingly hard. Jill jerked backward
a little, its length surprising her despite the fact that this was not the
first time sheÕd seen it.
ÒOh my!Ó Anna, icing on her tongue, smiled. Steve bit his lip as Jill,
with her gloved hands, took him into her palms. Both women were wearing
long black opera-length gloves that stretched above their elbows, covering
them to their upper arms. Looking elegant in her gloves, Jill gently milked
SteveÕs cock, pulling on it with her hands.
ÒAh, God!Ó Steve cried. He bit his lip and fought a sudden urge to
spend. It would do no good for the Ôbirthday boyÕ to show such eagerness.
Jill felt Steve throbbing and sensed his apprehension. Still jealous at the
way he took so eagerly to admiring AnnaÕs tits, she spread her lips wide
and popped his cock head into her mouth.
Anna wanted more cake. She drew Steve a little to the right, Jill
following on her knees, sucking the man as he coughed and strove to keep
from spilling. Anna reached down and, still pressed to Steve, scooped up
more icing from the cake. She put her gloved finger in her mouth and
sucked the icing from it, watching as Jill blew Steve.
ÒMmmmf!Ó Steve croaked, his face red now as he fought the urge to
let himself go in his girlfriendÕs mouth.
ÒMmmmm!Ó Anna chimed, her lips sucking playfully on her finger,
loving the taste of the icing. SheÕd gotten vanilla this time, scooping it
from the recreation of her tit flesh on the cakeÕs top. When sheÕd drawn
all the icing from her finger she reached down and, with Steve still
gripping her right tit, she began to undo his belt.
Steve lay on his back on his kitchen table. He was naked. The two
women had taken his cake and had impaled it, right through its center,
over his erection. His cockhead stuck out of the top of the cake, right
between the two icing-made tits. Pre-cum drooled from his pee hole,
dripping slowly down over the crown of himself and mingling with the
cakeÕs icing. He stared up at his girlfriend, and at Anna. To his surprise
he had not noticed that they were wearing pearls. He had been so absorbed
in their bodies, and their silk underwear, and their long black gloves that
he had failed to see the sparkling gems, stretched in twin white strands
below each womanÕs neck. They looked lovely. They added to the charm of
their being elegant and yet naked, their underclothes lifting their breasts,
showing off their pretty pussies and bottom cracks, the two women still
looking as if they were dressed for a gala ball, yet one where his balls,
wedged under the heavy cake, would get all the action.
But not too soon! Steve grunted again, feeling yet another urge to
shoot. How glorious it would be to fire himself up through the cake,
lewdly adding his load of sperm to the icing atop it. As if in sympathy
with his desires, Jill, her blue eyes sparkling, took a bottle of champagne
from his refrigerator. He had bought two bottles, in hopes of their sharing
a celebration. Never had he expected, as he watched Anna fetch the second
bottle, that there would be this big-bosomed guest to share their birthday
with them! Jill herself had a glorious pair of tits. To think that this
living milk cow would be a part of their party too tested SteveÕs ability
not to end things with a premature flourish.
Pop! Jill opened her bottle of champagne. It spurted onto the cake,
splashing SteveÕs drooling cock head. Jill and Anna laughed. Jill put the
bottle of champagne to her lips, the thing still spurting excitedly. It
rushed up around her mouth, coating her lips with white bubbles. It ran
down her chin as she drank from it and splattered her naked breasts.
ÒMmmm!Ó Jill smiled at Steve. She offered him the bottle. He
nodded that he would take some and she grinned and put her hand over the
bottleÕs open top. She shook it. Then she presented it to Steve, pulling her
hand off the top of it at the last moment. He was sprayed in the face and
his balls, under the cake, nearly lost themselves with surprised glee.
ÒOh! Do me!Ó Anna offered. She came around the kitchen table, still
holding her unopened bottle. Jill put her hand over her own bottle and
shook it again. Then she let Anna have a drink, but not her mouth. Instead
she fired the contents of the bottle at AnnaÕs tits, jealously spraying
them as if the white champagne bubbles might make them shrink in size.
Anna laughed. She watched as the spray hit her, feeling its sizzling
energy. She looked over at Steve, and at his penis, seeing if this new
display had made him burst forth like Old Faithful.
ÒOh, youÕre no fun. You donÕt cum!Ó Anna teased Steve, when Jill had
finished spraying her. With her tits dripping, Anna reached between the
young lawyerÕs legs. Her gloved hand landed on his balls. She gave him a
quick pump. Jill laughed, watching Anna clutch her boyfriendÕs testicles,
knowing he must surely cum if the woman did not soon release him.
ÒGod! Stop!Ó Steve cried. It took all his willpower to keep the
womanÕs soft gloved palm from bringing him off. Both women watched
with interest as he struggled to restrain himself, his face growing red,
his eyes briefly squeezing shut as a tense moment came and then,
thankfully, did not result in him cumming.
ÒLetÕs cover him with icing!Ó Jill suggested to Anna. The taller
woman agreed and she let go of Steve. She went around to one side of him,
Jill on the other side of him, and together scooped icing off his cake with
their gloved hands. Their first target was irresistible; playfully they both
daubed his cock head where it stuck up out of the cake.
ÒYouÕre getting icing in my pee hole!Ó Steve gasped. The girls smiled
and turned their attention to his chest. Reloading their gloves, they
spread icing across him, feeling his hard chest muscles as they began
turning him into a kind of birthday boy snow man.
ÒMmmm! YouÕre so big and strong!Ó Anna enthused, rubbing SteveÕs
chest. The young man stared at AnnaÕs naked wobbling bra-lifted tits.
Then he reached for the cake that was impaled on his dick. He scooped up
some icing. He bent forward, lifting his back a little from the table. He
spread the icing heÕd taken from the cake across AnnaÕs cleavage. Jill
laughed, felt a new twinge of jealousy as she watched. But her own turn
came soon enough. When Steve had plastered AnnaÕs right nipple he
scooped up more cake, with his other hand, and went for JillÕs left tit.
She grinned and moved a little closer to him to give him an easy reach. He
spread icing across her nipple as Jill, taking her champagne bottle, opened
it and offered herself a spurting drink.
The game continued, the cake being denuded of icing as SteveÕs
chest, and the girlÕs tits, were covered with it. Occasionally the urge to
taste the icing won out. A finger would go to a mouth, either AnnaÕs or
SteveÕs or JillÕs, each tasting the icing on their own or offering it to
another. Lips became white, only to have spurting newly-shaken
champagne bottles cleanse them. Breasts were sloshed with champagne
too, briefly rinsing them before more icing was spread upon them. Wet
skin shone with a champagne sheen; lips, breasts, nipples. Only SteveÕs
chest, progressively more covered with icing, failed to taste the rinsing
coolness of the champagne. JillÕs tits, and especially AnnaÕs, were simply
too tempting a target, for all involved, for anyone to worry over SteveÕs
chest, no matter how wonderfully hard and muscular it felt.
There was a knock on the door. Jill looked at Anna; the woman gave
a perplexed gaze in return. They both looked at Steve. He gulped and
offered a sheepish smile. He had almost forgotten! By his blush Jill knew
that something was up, but what was it? For a moment Steve couldnÕt
find his voice and then the doorbell rang again. He coughed and said,
ÒYouÕd better get it. I-- I was thinking that after you came over
tonight, well--Ó
ÒYes?Ó Jill asked.
ÒI was going to give you to a guy. As a kind of reverse birthday
present,Ó Steve said.
ÒOh my God!Ó Anna cried, and Jill echoed, in every way, AnnaÕs shock.
There was indeed a man at the door, as Jill found when she opened it.
He was tall and had dark hair and a goatee. Jill felt her heart thump in her
chest as she saw him. She had always liked men with a goatee, though she
had never gone with one. Now one was standing right here before her,
sexily dressed in flashy nightclub slacks and an open shirt. He looked
surprised when he saw her. And he looked at her bare icing-covered tits.
Then he recovered himself and said,
ÒIs this SteveÕs apartment?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Jill said. Behind Jill, Anna hove suddenly into view. The
manÕs eyes switched from Jill to Anna, looking with obvious interest at
her tits, his eyes taking in not only their beauty but the way they were,
like JillÕs, decorated with icing. ÒYes, itÕs SteveÕs apartment,Ó Jill said
to the man, and with effort, though not unpleasant effort, he returned his
gaze to Jill and her lovely white-speckled cleavage. ÒCome in,Ó Jill said.
She felt embarrassed standing in the open doorway in her sexy black
underclothes spattered with icing. The man nodded. He came inside and
Jill closed the door.
ÒHi,Ó Steve said, raising his head slightly from the kitchen table and
regarding the man when he entered the kitchen. The two icing-laden
women escorted him, each taking him by an arm as they brought him into
SteveÕs presence.
ÒIs this the guy you intended to give to me?Ó Jill asked Steve, a
trace of a frown creasing her pretty forehead.
ÒUh, yeah. As a present to myself,Ó Steve said. ÒI, uh, was hoping to
watch.Ó
ÒUh huh,Ó Jill said. Still holding the man by his right arm, she
glanced over at Anna. For a moment she felt like just putting on her coat
and walking out of SteveÕs apartment, so lewd was her boyfriendÕs
suggestion. But it would have gotten icing all over the inside of her coat,
and so instead, lifting her hand and gently pressing it to the back of the
manÕs head, she said, ÒHave your boyfriend!Ó Suddenly the man felt
himself pushed forward, head down. Before he could react the pretty
little thing beside him had shoved his face smack down into the cake. He
felt something knobby and stiff go into his surprised mouth; to his horror,
a moment later, he realized it was SteveÕs dick!
Anna saw what was happening and, while still holding the manÕs
other arm, she lifted a gloved hand to the back of his head, where it was
now face down in front of her. She held him down, with Jill, making him
suck on SteveÕs penis. The lawyer on the kitchen table grunted. It took all
his effort to keep from cumming into his friendÕs gasping mouth. At last
the two girls let the man with the goatee up from the cake. Bob, for that
was his name, came up spluttering. He looked at the two girls with
surprise. There was a distasteful look on his face. He could still feel the
impression of SteveÕs cock on his tongue and, besides that, there was a
salty flavor in his mouth, and he knew it wasnÕt from the icing.
ÒDamn!Ó Bob said. He looked at the two girls who had forced him to
taste Steve. They were deliciously dressed, their little bras lifting and
supporting their otherwise bare tits. Both had remarkable cleavage, the
shorter girl and the taller one, but the taller one had bosoms to die for,
big milk cow bosoms that even now he yearned to suck clean of the icing
that was clinging to them. The sight of that icing was delightful. It
wasnÕt just on the girlsÕ tits, it had gotten on their elegant gloves, it was
on their bellies and spattered onto their thighs. A little bit had gotten on
their black panties. It was even in their lovely long hair. ÒYou girls are
gorgeous,Ó Bob said.
ÒGet undressed,Ó Jill said to Bob. ÒIf youÕve come here to fuck, then
Steve is waiting for you.Ó
It was a party unlike any Steve could have imagined. Jill helped him
wash off Anna in his shower; and Anna helped him wash off Jill.
Meanwhile, as Steve relished the feel of the girlsÕ bodies under the hot
shower spray, he was aware of Bob. They all were, for the man was
watching them as they showered, not needing a shower himself for he only
had cake and icing on his face, which he was able to wash off at the
bathroom sink. When the trio got out of the shower Bob helped them dry
off. Jill made a point of having Bob dry SteveÕs penis, the one man looking
down with gaping eyes as he watched himself dried by the other, BobÕs
cock sticking out stiffly as Steve nearly shot off into the towel. Then the
four went to bed; all of them in the same bed. But Jill insisted that she
would lie with Anna, while Steve, at the foot of the bed, would serve as a
lover for Bob.
ÒI donÕt know if I can go through with this,Ó Steve said, on his hands
and knees, watching as Jill began, not entirely without jealousy, to
massage AnnaÕs bare tits. For her part the girl reached between her legs.
Then, on an impulse, she used her other hand to reach between JillÕs legs.
ÒAh!Ó Jill gasped, and she bent and kissed one of AnnaÕs nipples,
eliciting an excited moan from her.
ÒSpread your behind,Ó Bob said to Steve. He continued lubing his
cock with one hand, and reached forward and prised at SteveÕs ass with
his other.
ÒDamn!Ó Steve growled. He bent his head. He was the birthday boy,
but now he was going to get a surprise even he hadnÕt envisaged. Was he
gay? He didnÕt know; he liked men, it was one of the reason heÕd invited
Bob, whom heÕd met three days before on the subway. But did he like them
enough to--
ÒSpread!Ó Bob insisted. Steve bent lower, as he sometimes made Jill
do when he took her from behind. His balls hung heavily beneath him. His
cock rubbed the bedspread. He felt a sudden urge to stain it with himself
and end his passion; perhaps without his sperm load he would think more
clearly.
ÒAh!Ó Steve gasped, suddenly, as he felt a greased cock touch his
behind.
ÒDonÕt tighten yourself,Ó Bob said. But suddenly Steve did, for with
a practised thrust the man, who was a year or two older than Steve, was
suddenly breaching his anus!
ÒOoooh! TheyÕre doing it,Ó Jill cooed to Anna. The big-titted girl
smiled and sighed, her hand rubbing herself as Jill feasted on her tits.
ÒMmmm. Bite them,Ó Anna told Jill. The shorter girl had nipped a
little at the taller girlÕs tits; prompted by envy. She smiled at this newly
expressed wish by Anna and took her right nipple and clenched it with her
teeth. ÒOh!Ó Anna cried, for this new bite was painful. ÒYes!Ó Anna
gasped, a moment later, and Jill knew why she had chosen her. It wasnÕt
just to tease her boyfriend with this big-titted girl, or to delight and
surprise him. It was because she longed to torture the tits of this woman.
Not because she disliked Anna. The woman herself was irrelevant. It was
her tits she wanted, just like the men who had wanted her body.
On the bed, Bob was doing Steve again, the man insatiable in wanting
JillÕs boyfriendÕs ass. Steve was still hard. The thrill of having himself
boned up the butt was not so great as to have caused him to lose his sperm
load. In fact, the act was downright painful; yet it was the pain of it that
somehow lured him, that made him, fifteen minutes after the first plunge,
make him offer himself to BobÕs renewed erection. Meanwhile Jill had
turned Anna into her slave. She had the poor girl on the floor, totally
naked, washing the floor of SteveÕs apartment, getting up all the icing and
champagne that had spilled onto it. But Anna was not simply naked. Jill
had ÔdressedÕ her in a bondage collar that Steve sometimes made his
girlfriend wear. And she had tied a rope around AnnaÕs tits, using her
skills that she had learned as a girl scout. The rope squeezed and
distorted the womanÕs tits, making them look even more like udders than
they already did, the rope binding them near their base while the stiff-
nippled gourd heavy bulk of her tits hung swingingly toward the floor. The
rope was not merely a tit halter, either. A leash was formed by it, and
every so often, just to be mean, Jill would yank on AnnaÕs tits, causing the
woman to yelp as she worked to scrub the floor.
ÒLetÕs go!Ó Jill said cruelly. ÒWe havenÕt got all day!Ó though indeed
they had all night, the party just beginning. Anna worked valiantly,
seemingly loving her slavery, despite the pain. With the collar binding her
throat and her tits obscenely tied, she worked diligently. Jill promised
her that if she should fail to get up any of the mess she would be put back
up on the bed and whipped with SteveÕs belt. For his part, Steve groaned
aloud. With wincing agony he felt Bob drive into his behind and, after
several minutes of pleasurable thrusts, which were increasingly painful
for Steve, lose himself anew in the younger manÕs bottom.
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