Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 95 alt.sex.stories
D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
A Mansion for Masochists
Part Thirteen
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Ten
"No objection," Therese said proudly, squatting once more before
the girls. Her naked breasts bobbed as she dropped her bottom to her
heels. Mary and Alicia grinned gleefully. At Therese, and then at each
other. Their eyes sparkled with girlish delight.
"Thankyou," Alicia said quietly to Therese, and then, much to
Therese's surprise, Alicia smiled coyly and captured Therese's bobbling
nipple that was closest to her and began to suckle.
Mary and Therese gaped at each other.
"I guess this night has just been too much for her," Therese said.
She gazed down at Alicia, her eyes closed, her glossed lips gently
working Therese's areola.
"It's been quite a night for all of us," Mary said. "You're quite a
slavedriver when it comes to erotic pastimes, Therese. But then you're
also very, very good." And with that Mary placed her lips upon Therese's
remaining nipple and began to suck.
It was silly. It was crazy. Two grown women suckling the
breasts of a third like newborn babes. Someday they would be
managers, directors, corporate executives. But at the moment they
were just beautiful, naked girls, aroused by their adventures and
surrounded by copulating friends. It was a case, too, of the "hostage
syndrome," of prisoners falling in love with their captor, of the captor
coming to care for the captive. Therese kissed the top of each girls'
head.
"Are you my babies?" Therese cooed. "Do you want to be my
babies? Let me untie you and I'll soothe your poor scorched bottoms
with baby oil." Therese reached down and worked her fingers into the
cords about the two girls' wrists as Mary and Alicia continued to
suckle. It took a few minutes, the bonds having been made very secure,
but eventually Therese worked them apart. Surprisingly, Mary and
Alicia stayed in position, merely pulling their elbows beneath their
breasts to better support their weight. Their lips remained glued to
Therese's teats.
"Now girls," Therese said, addressing the two as they slurped.
"Please, it's time to stop this." But the girls continued.
"Girls, I'm going to get up now," Therese said. "Mary? Alicia?"
Finally Therese just stood up. The girls' mouths dropped open
disappointedly as they gazed up at the fruit that had been so rudely
withdrawn.
"C'mon," Therese said, stepping to the side of Mary and grasping
her breasts and tummy. Therese pulled Mary upright and off the chair.
Alicia struggled to rise, at present unused to anything other than her
bent-over position. Her muscles were stiff and sore. Therese caught
her around the breasts and pulled up. Alicia tumbled off the side of the
chair and hung limply in Therese's arms. Then she dropped heavily upon
her bottom to the floor, wincing as it came in contact with the carpet.
Mary was standing, briskly rubbing her bottom with her hands.
"I'll do that for you, honey," Therese said, stepping behind Mary and
cupping the girl's bottom in her palms. Mary tossed back her head and
rested it on Therese's bare shoulder. Her eyes met Therese's in a lusty
gaze.
"God, I'm horny," Mary said. No further words were needed. The
girls' lips meshed. Therese's palms slipped to the front of Mary's
thighs as Mary ground her bottom cheeks into Therese's pubic hair.
Mary's hands clasped together behind Therese's head. Mary's breasts,
sticking straight out like the "rocket tits" they were, cantilevered
upward as Mary bent back. Therese's fingers stole to the creamy
insides of Mary's thighs.
Just as Therese's fingertips skimmed up to Mary's labia lips Mary
broke the awkward embrace. "You said I could be the teacher," Mary
said, turning to Therese.
"Yes," Therese breathed. Mary picked up two discarded cocktail
glasses from the floor, their contents empty save for a collection of
slowly melting ice cubes. Mary handed Therese a glass, reserving one
for herself.
"Put the ice in your mouth, hold it there, let it melt over your
tongue," Mary said, doing the same herself.
"Just what do you have planned?" Therese asked.
"You'll see," Mary grinned over a mouthful of ice. The two girls
stood there for a few minutes, their eyes sparkling at each other, their
bodies nude and full of desire. It was a desperate, wonderful feeling.
"Kneel," Mary commanded. Therese obeyed.
Mary turned to Alicia, who still sat where she had dropped upon
the rug. "Come here," Mary ordered. Alicia blinked, then crawled to
Mary's feet like a little puppy. Mary knelt down and kissed Alicia
lightly on the forehead.
"Turn around and present your bottom to me," Mary said.
"But it's sore," Alicia whined, expecting a further round of erotic
flagellation.
"I know, darling, that's why I want it. Don't worry," Mary said. A
bit hesitantly, Alicia did as she was told. But she kept her head turned
over her shoulder to guard her posterior against further attack.
Mary then knelt on all fours herself, her own bottom presented to
the kneeling Therese. "You don't need any baby oil if you want to soothe
my bottom," Mary told Therese. "Just lick."
"Of course," Therese said, and at once applied her tongue to Mary's
red cheeks. Mary turned and smiled at Alicia.
"You don't have to do any work," Mary said. "Just enjoy." And with
that Mary began licking Alicia's fire-streaked bottom. Alicia moaned at
the touch of Mary's cool, wet tongue to her burning derriere. It was a
welcome relief after the scorching whip.
The girls were still busy licking a full ten minutes later when
suddenly Therese spoke up. "Have you ever tried the feuille de rose?"
Therese asked Mary.
"What's that?" Mary inquired, still laving Alicia's bottom. Mary
felt her bottom cheeks pulled apart. She was about to protest when a
pointed tongue, no doubt Therese's, touched her anus. It circled the
crinkled hole once and then delved inside. Mary shivered.
At once Mary decided to favor Alicia with the same. She parted
the blonde's bottom cheeks to find a taste of Vaseline and pre-cum
around her rose. Boldly, Mary stuck her tongue in as far as it would go.
Alicia trembled, dropping her face to the carpet. She pushed her bottom
back to capture more of Mary's soothing tongue. Mary spread Alicia's
cheeks wide and delved even deeper.
By this time some of the couples had ceased their erotic
embracements and had once again grown aware of those around them.
Their eyes turned to Alicia, Mary, and Therese; undoubtedly the ones
engaged in the most intriguing enterprise at the moment.
Mary was just getting the hang of Therese's newest attraction
when she realized the moans in the room had died down. Mary lifted her
face, her fingers still separating Alicia's bottom cheeks. Half the room
was staring at her.
"Go for it!" A man shouted. Some of the girls looked incredulous.
Alicia looked up, blearily wondering what had happened to her
bottom's lithe wet suitor.
Mary dropped Alicia's buttocks and pulled her bottom from
Therese. Therese looked up. The room was silent.
"Uh, who would like to try this with us?" Therese asked, making
light of the matter. No one answered.
Therese rose. "I learned that in France, as an exchange student,"
Therese said. "It's weird, especially with other women, but it's fun."
"Let's all try it!" A man suggested. At first there was no
response. But then, with some who only pretended to be strangers to
the practice taking the lead, the group soon settled into a bout of anal
titillation. The game promised to be a delightful interlude between
genitalic engagements.
Therese, Alicia, and Mary were about to join in the merriment
when suddenly the fire of an unattended coffee pot replaced the fires of
passion. Suddenly the Phi Oui sorority house was ablaze with more than
scorched bottoms or burning loins. The fire alarm went off, breaking
the absorbed reverie of the room.
***
"What a night," Mary said to Alicia, gliding over to her as Alicia
plunked down her books by the pool.
"I never did get to come," Alicia said ruefully. Mary laughed.
"Isn't it funny?" Mary giggled. "A day ago we didn't even know
each other! Now we're sharing our sexual frustrations!"
"Shhh!" Therese said, suddenly appearing beside the girls. Her
body was wet from the pool.
"No doubt you remember this person," Mary said to Alicia.
"If I try to forget my bottom will remind me at once," Alicia said.
"Don't worry, we're due to give Therese a whipping of her own; eh,
Therese?" Mary asked, reminding the woman of last night's agreement.
"Well, if you insist," Therese said. "But I'm rather bored with
whippings myself."
"Which is why I've ordered a nice slim cane from that silly sex
shop downtown," Mary replied. Therese looked surprised. "Its being
delivered to my apartment in an hour. Why don't we just lounge around
the pool here with these other students until it arrives?"
"Uh, I have a class," Therese said. "Several, in fact."
Mary took Therese by the arm. "Come, dearest," Mary said. "Let's
go relax on those chairs by the jacuzzi and think naughty thoughts."
"Good God, and you were such a shy girl once," Therese said,
relenting.
"You've created a monster, dearest," Mary replied.
Mary's apartment was cool, a welcome relief from what had
turned out to be a very hot day. The air conditioner purred obediently.
The girls, clad only in trifling bikinis, sipped mixed drinks as they
waited for the delivery boy to arrive with Mary's cane.
What the girls had hoped might be a muscular, virile young jock
turned out to be a nerd instead, with Mary's package under one arm and
a fistful of odd-sized xeroxed literature in the other. Mary quickly paid
the boy and dismissed him, whereupon he reluctantly returned to an
absorbed reading of BATDING, Year Three Part 1. Mary heard the boy
trip over a lump in the hallway carpeting as he headed for the elevator.
"Shall we undress you, or can you do that yourself?" Mary asked
Therese.
"Aren't I naked enough for you already?" Therese asked.
"I want you just like I was last night," Mary grinned maliciously.
"But that was an official sorority function," Therese objected.
Alicia had been edging up on Therese from behind and, with that
statement, Alicia grabbed the brunette, spilling Therese's cocktail
from her hand and down the front of her tawny body.
"Now look what you've done, you've gotten your swimsuit all wet,"
Mary admonished Therese as she jumped in to help Alicia hold the
recalcitrant woman securely.
"Fuck you. What did your dumb friend grab me for, anyway?"
Therese said.
"Because I told her to," Mary replied. "I expected some resistance
from you."
"Let me go! I don't want to be caned!" Therese snapped. "What are
you two, anyway? Lesbians?"
"Not at all," Mary replied. "In fact, your remark just gave me an
idea. Come on, Alicia, Let's get this girl tied down so we can attend to
her sassy bottom." Therese struggled as Mary and Alicia attempted to
pull her into Mary's bedroom. Fortunately, perhaps owing to the genteel
rearing of the girls, the brawl did not descend into a "catfight." Only a
few scratches were inflicted (and these inadvertently), and no hair was
pulled. Mary and Alicia both lost their bikini bras, however, and
Alicia's panties were pulled down to her knees.
Finally, however, perhaps sensing an opportunity for sexual
fulfillment in the matter (and Therese was particularly fond of the
more decadent forms of sexual fulfillment), Therese permitted herself
to be thrown upon Mary's bed and trussed down like an animal about to
be branded.
"Gag her," Mary told Alicia, as she swished her new cane through
the air. Alicia knelt on the bed behind Therese, her own bottom naked
and raised to the air, and pulled off Therese's panties. Then Alicia
stuffed the panties in Therese's mouth and tied Therese's bra over
them.
Chapter Eleven
"Lay on another stroke," Mary told Alicia. Mary knelt at the head
of the bed, beside Therese. She held the cordless telephone up to
Therese's face.
"Mfff!" Therese screeched behind the bra that gagged her as the
cane struck yet again. Therese's eyes bulged. Alicia had never caned
anyone before, and her strokes were unpleasantly severe. Mary
pretended not to notice.
"You hear that?" Mary spoke into the phone, referring to Therese's
muffled scream.
"Yes! What is it?" The male voice at the other end of the
telephone line asked.
"It's Therese!" Mary crowed. "You know, the girl who whipped you
last night when you and Jed were sperming me and Alicia's bottoms?
Therese isn't as talkative today, but her bottom is bare and me and
Alicia's arms are growing weary from caning her."
"Hold everything!" Peter yelled. "Jed and I will be right over! We
have plenty of strength in our arms, don't we Jed?"
"Yes, and in our cocks too!" Jed shouted from afar. A shiver ran
down Mary's spine as she remembered the engorged penis which had
split her peach asunder the night before. If Peter and Jed's arms were
anything like their penises, Therese would never sit down again.
Therese heaved forward as Alicia laid in yet another amateurish
stroke with the cane. Therese turned her head to Mary and shook it
violently, a look of desperation on her face.
Mary sat down on the pillow beside Therese and stroked the girl's
auburn hair. "What's the matter, darling? Is little Alicia too tough for
you? You, the big mama of Phi Oui. And to think you had chosen not to
admit her."
Another stroke from Alicia and Therese slumped forward and
broke into sobs. "Look! She's crying!" Mary exclaimed. "I don't believe
it! I've got to get a picture of this!"
"Did I hit her too hard that time?" Alicia asked innocently.
"You hit her too hard every time," Mary laughed. "But don't worry,
I'm sure Therese will be more than willing to teach you how to cane
someone properly once she's released."
"Will she be mad at me?" Alicia asked. She walked over and
gazed at Therese's face from the side of the bed.
"Get back there," Mary told Alicia, indicating the rear of the bed.
Mary aimed her camera at Therese. "I want one more stroke before you
quit," Mary said.
D R E A M G I R L S N E W S
HOW TO REDUCE HEALTH CARE COSTS
by Patient Joe
Of late I have been greatly troubled by the rise in health care costs.
Well, frankly, I couldnÕt care less about health care costs, provided IÕm not
paying the bill. More and more, though, I see other people being forced to
pay for health care that, previously, they had gotten for free. This is not a
small matter. This is not like deciding to help your parents with the
grocery bill, or agreeing to pay for Fritos yourself because you eat them
and your parents donÕt.
Health care is expensive. Usually, a band-aid in a hospital costs
about $5.00. The doctor costs more. Hence, I have a plan. There must be a
charitable subscription, paid for by those who are interested in
perpetuating their name. The name of Hillary Clinton comes to mind, since
she is not heard from much these days. She should be about perpetuating
her name. Her husband may lose the White House in 1996 and nobody will
ever think of her again. (How often do you think of Rosalyn Carter?) (Or,
better yet, how often do you say ÒCarterÓ when you mean to say
ÒPresident Clinton?Ó
It is possible that a charitable subscription, devoted to endowing
hospitals and perpetuating the memory of those paying for the endowment,
could endow beds. However, in todayÕs modern hospital, beds are moved
about and disposed of when they can no longer raise, lower, and otherwise
fuck with your body. They are like fungible goods, easily moved, lost, and
otherwise lost track of. So I was deep in thought, trying to think of what
might be used by patients on a regular basis but not be so disposable as a
modern hospital Òbed.Ó
And then the answer hit me. What, next to a bed, is of more value to
a hospitalized patient than a toilet? I use one regularly when I am in the
hospital. Often, I can be seen running to it, kneeling before it, and
spending long hours upon it, waiting for my bowels to do what they did too
rapidly last time.
Imagine kneeling before a toilet endowed with the name of Hillary
Clinton! I am sure she would appreciate the gesture of millions of men
across America kneeling before her on a daily basis, in perpetuity, for as
long as the toilet endowed with her name should last. Furthermore, the
toilet cannot be moved. Nurses cannot say, ÒWe need an extra toilet in
Room4B, go get the one in 4A.Ó No indeed. The Hillary Toilet will be
bolted to the floor, set in concrete, just like her communist theories.
Nothing short of the demolishment of the entire building is likely to get
most toilets out of a hospital. Once installed, they tend to stay.
I recommend at once that Hillary begin travelling the nation
endowing its toilets with her name. She need not stop at hospital toilets.
Commodes in public restrooms can receive her name, and those in parks,
and wilderness areas. Even porta-potties, though they do tend to move
about, could be emblazoned with her name. (And putting BillÕs name on the
toilet as well could remind the voters what voting for him will do for the
country in 1996.) I myself plan to participate. I will not be an egoist,
however. I have no need to be remembered. I am content to make tea, bake
cookies, and post on Usenet. I shall improve AmericaÕs health care by
endowing toilets with the name of Senator Exon. Long live the Senator!
Forevermore men shall say of him, ÒThough he failed to clean up the
internet, he did wonders for cleaning up after me when I was through
reading Penthouse!Ó
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