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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Exposure
He bought his coffee and turned to sit down. It was an outdoor cafe
in Paris. To his surprise all the tables were taken; heÕd been so busy
thinking about his day at work that he hadnÕt noticed the seating as he
walked up to the counter. He looked around. He was unsure what to do.
There was one table that had just a girl at it, nobody else. But she was
quite young, a schoolgirl, sitting and reading what was obviously a
textbook, writing on a ring notebook. Then he was struck by how pretty
she was. She had long golden hair that fell, lightly curled, down past her
face. He couldnÕt quite make out her features on her face owing to how her
hair was falling in the way and hiding it; his eyes travelled on to her body.
Ah, how her breasts jutted forth, despite her obvious youth! He took her to
be about 14, then corrected it to 15. Her tits were just to big and
luscious for a 14-year-old. They stuck straight out, up a little, perfect
girlish cones of flesh that her white starched blouse couldnÕt begin to
cope with. It looked like it was a size too small; he could see where the
fabric was straining to keep her breasts in but their youth and size made
them stick out anyway; obviously she was wearing a bra but that must be
straining too, he thought. She had unbuttoned a blue blazer she wore; to
give her breasts more freedom or perhaps to cope with the uncommonly
warm December weather. It was a bright day, about 12:30. The sun would
set early but for the moment it was pumping out almost as much heat as
Dave felt he was. His eyes trailed on down to the end of the girlÕs jacket.
She wore a flannel skirt. It hung modestly to her knees but in doing her
homework she had been squirming in her chair; he saw her do it now as he
watched her. Her skirt rose as she shifted her bottom on the seat,
exposing more of her bare legs. White knit leggings rose almost to her
knees. He suspected they could be pulled higher but it was the fashion
just now for schoolgirls to pull their leggings down, when not in school,
exposing what little their uniform allowed to the eyes of others. He
glanced down at her black polished shoes, under the table. One shoe was
poised childlike partly on top of the other. No doubt the girlÕs mother or
school mistress would scold her if she saw her ruining the shoeÕs finish
like that. Dan walked over to her. Perhaps he was being a bit of a
molester to bother a girl so studiously engaged in her studies, but there
was really no where else to sit; he had bought a piece of cake along with
his coffee and trying to eat cake standing up was not the easiest thing.
This was an especially large slice; the woman behind the counter had been
generous. Eating a large slice of cake standing up was even more difficult
than eating a small slice.
ÒExcuse me. I donÕt mean to bother you,Ó Dan said to the girl, pulling
a chair out from her table. She looked up. He was shocked to see how
youthful her face was. He had misjudged her age. She was no more than
12.
ÒItÕs alright,Ó the girl said, just as Dan wondered if he were taking a
chair she was saving for her mother. ÒI have to catch the bus soon so you
can have the whole table in a minute.Ó
ÒJust as long as IÕm not bothering you,Ó Dan said. Even as he spoke,
he was drinking in her features. Long dark lashes rimmed a pair of radiant
blue eyes. Her nose was as small as her eyes were big; it was just a pert
little thing. Her cheeks were round and pale, quite child-like and delicate.
Her lips were red and full. She pursed them as she continued working; he
had suddenly, quite unbidden, he told himself, an image of her lovely lips
connecting with his cock. He could see her sucking him, surely
unwillingly. He felt himself rise in his pants and was greatly relieved to
find that he was sitting down, with his thighs at least partly hiding the
thick bulge he was now a victim of.
He was 22. He came to work early every day and although she was
new in the building she had already learned his name: Dan Azerian. His
tall figure and dark hair made him quite an object of interest among the
ladies who worked in the office complex. Gwen was no slouch herself in
the looks department and so she decided to approach the young man, who
always seemed preoccupied with his work. For, despite his haste in
getting to and from work and the long hours he put in every day, she had
noticed one other fact about him: his crotch bulged.
Perhaps it was just the cut of his pants or maybe, Gwen tried telling
herself, it was just her imagination. But every time she looked at him he
seemed to be overfull down there, and when she asked the other girls what
they thought they laughed and agreed that he did seem to be particularly
well endowed.
ÒHe is, after all, only 22,Ó one woman reminded Gwen. Being as
Gwen was just a year older than Dan she decided to take matters into her
own hands and investigate personally. Besides, she was looking for a date
for a winter festival she was going to and she didnÕt want just anyone; she
wanted the very best. Dan was definitely in that category. She
approached him one day in a hall that had nobody in it, well past the end of
the work day. She hated staying late but her little project demanded it.
There was an open janitorial closet and as she closed in on him she
managed to stop him just in front of its open door. She had pressed him a
little ways into it even before she opened her mouth.
ÒHi. My nameÕs Gwen. I donÕt think weÕve met before,Ó the redhead
told the young man. Dan felt his jaw drop. He knew attractive women
worked in the office building; but he hadnÕt seen this one before! She was
exceptionally beautiful, surely as lovely as the little girl he was seeing
every day now at lunch. She had a sweetly cherubic face, charming green
eyes. With no freckles, her face had a kind of pale loveliness like
unbroken ivory. Her nose was small and her lips were beestung. Again,
unbidden, Dan got a vision of lovely lips enclosing his cock. He felt the
woman, or rather her substantial bosoms, pressing him backward into a
janitorial closet. She was like a spider closing in on its prey; he knew
she was asking him things and he was answering, but he was so
overwhelmed by her face and figure that he had no idea what he was
talking about. Gradually, as the conversation continued, he realized she
was saying something about a party. A Òwinter festivalÓ, she called it,
something very special up in the Alps, apparently, invitation-only, did he
think he would be free to attend?
ÒI- I already have someone IÕm seeing,Ó Dan managed to get out.
ÒOh, what a pity,Ó Gwen pouted. Dan hesitated to say more but there
was such an openness in the womanÕs eyes; such a willingness in her
mouth, he suddenly did.
ÒSheÕs 12, just a schoolgirl,Ó Dan said.
ÒHow nice,Ó Gwen said. Dan felt strangely comfortable with this
woman, despite the fact that she had him pinned inside a cleaning closet.
ÒShe gives great blow jobs,Ó Dan said, in a half-joking voice, but he
wasnÕt joking. The girlÕs virgin lips had graduated just yesterday to
sucking cock; heÕd taught her what to do, in a menÕs bathroom of all
places, one that was little known and less used, down in a basement by a
parking garage, under the coffee shop that they lunched at every day. The
trouble was, the girl had refused to swallow, and so he had been left with
full balls. Of course he should have just shot himself off in a toilet, but
he hadnÕt. He hated the idea of masturbating. ÒUnfortunately she doesnÕt
swallow. Not yet, anyway,Ó Dan said. He forced a grin. He was sure Gwen
would take offense but she didnÕt. That same amazing openness stayed in
her eyes. He felt like he could tell her anything, provided it was true.
ÒI think youÕd like our winter festival,Ó Gwen said to Dan. She
already knew she wanted him. She didnÕt mind his confession about his
little friend. A 12-year-old would hardly be competition for her; besides,
she rather liked the little school girls she saw every day, they were so
sweetly adorable. ÒWe have special costumes we wear. EverythingÕs quite
uninhibited. We having skiing, and sledding, and there are hot tubs, of
course, and saunas.Ó
ÒIt sounds quite nice,Ó Dan confessed. His cock had grown in his
pants as soon as the redhead met him; it was killing him now, he was
dying to go somewhere and at least give it a moment of air.
ÒWe have a little place all to ourselves,Ó Gwen continued. ÒEven
though you get to meet new people the place is quite private.Ó She paused,
touched his chest with his finger, then went on: ÒIt includes something
called the mating chamber. ItÕs designed for both pleasure and pain, to
test the body completely. I wonder what your reactions would be?Ó Gwen
asked. She touched DanÕs fly. She pulled the fabric flap back to expose his
steel zipper. Then she ran a finger down the zipper. ÒYou say your little
friend doesnÕt swallow?Ó Gwen asked.
ÒNot yet,Ó Dan replied. He could feel sweat running down his brow.
Perhaps he shouldnÕt have told this unusual, and unusually attractive and
friendly woman, about his schoolgirl sweetheart. It was, after all, not the
most legal of relationships. But then again, neither was this, Dan thought,
watching as the lovely redhead drop suddenly to her knees. The next
moment his fly was deftly undone. The woman gasped at the size of him
as he sprang to attention before her.
ÒI swallow,Ó the redhead said, looking up at Dan.
ÒThank- thank God,Ó Dan stammered. With exquisite slowness, the
redhead touched and fondled Dan, examining him, but not in any judgmental
way, more as if to admire something incredibly beautiful. Then she eased
him into her mouth. She had to stretch her lips to accommodate him. In
doing so she paused, holding him, and told him how wicked he must be to
put such a big to a schoolgirl. Then she got him in, first just his head and
then more of him. Dan thought he would scream, bringing the janitor
running, as the lovely woman gave his cock a good sucking; one better, he
told himself, than heÕd ever had before. And then, boldly and with a
certain clinical perfection, the redhead brought him to spilling. She
sucked down every drop, dutifully, letting him thrust as deeply into her
throat as he wished. She only gagged a little. When he was done she
opened her purse, which she had set down on the floor in the closet. She
wiped his cock and then her mouth. She kissed him and she put him away.
She zipped him up.
ÒThere,Ó the redhead said to Dan. She stood up. She took his hand
and drew him out of the janitorÕs closet. Just then the man assigned to
clean the hallway came around the corner, down at the end. ÒI think youÕll
like the costumes we wear at our winter festival,Ó Gwen said to Dan, not
even noticing the janitor, or not caring. ÒThey keep much of the body
covered, so one can go outside. But they allow, or rather require, the
display of what you just gave me.Ó Dan gaped at the woman. The janitor
passed them as they walked up the hall. He tipped his hat to them,
Parisian-manners in a high class building, Dan thought. He went to his
closet and began banging around in it as Dan and Gwen reached a bank of
elevators and the redhead touched the ÔdownÕ button.
ÒYou mean, the penis?Ó Dan asked.
ÒYes,Ó Gwen smiled. ÒThe female costumes are equally fetching but
given your condition,Ó she said, touching his groin, ÒWhich incidentally has
not gone unnoticed by the more observant young women in this building, I
think youÕll find the male costumes to be really a necessity, donÕt you?Ó
ÒYou mean, they leave my dick hanging out,Ó Dan said, as they
stepped into the elevator. The door closed.
ÒHanging out isnÕt quite the word, given the way youÕve been bulging
around here,Ó Gwen said to Dan. She pushed the elevatorÕs stop button.
The elevator lurched to a halt.
ÒReally, have I been that... obvious?Ó Dan asked the young woman.
ÒYes, but only to those who wish to take an interest in such things.
People of the female persuasion,Ó Gwen smiled at Dan. She put a finger to
his lips. ÒDonÕt worry about it,Ó she said. ÒHowever I think youÕll agree
that spending Christmas with your dick at attention wouldnÕt be the most
unappealing of vacations, would it?Ó
ÒI...well...Ó Dan said. The redhead took off a business vest she was
wearing. She dropped it to the elevatorÕs floor.
ÒOf course youÕre new,Ó Gwen said. ÒSo you would begin at the party
with the rank of novice. However given your endowments IÕm sure you
would progress rapidly,Ó Gwen said. She began unbuttoning her blouse.
Dan felt his mouth watering as her tit flesh began to be exposed. If ever
there was a woman with magnificent breasts, it was this creature.
Suddenly Dan found himself helping; a moment later the redheadÕs blouse
was undone and she was turning her back to him to he could quickly undo
her bra. ÒYour little schoolgirl friend is welcome as well,Ó Gwen said,
turning again to face Dan. He gaped at the sight of her wonderful big tits.
They were like something out of a menÕs magazine. ÒGo ahead, kiss them,Ó
Gwen said to Dan. ÒI can see you want to.Ó Dan slobbered over the
redheadÕs bosoms for several long minutes, drawing them into his mouth
as deeply as the abundant flesh would allow, savoring their succulent
points, their quivering softness. These were real breasts, not enhanced
but grown this way, one of the wonders, surely of Paris. Gwen gasped as
Dan sucked her. She told him he suckled like a baby.
It was called the Antler Lodge and Dan had reserved a room there,
for himself and Cindy. She was his 12-year-old girlfriend. He still
wondered if he should be bringing her to such a place but when heÕd
broached the subject with her sheÕd readily agreed, either out of boredom
or what he didnÕt know. He had finally taught her to swallow, at least
some of himself anyway, down in the menÕs room that they used for their
trysts. She had a mother but no father; her mother, seeing a new man, had
asked few questions when Cindy had told her a girlfriend had asked her on
a skiing trip. Cindy had even had the girlfriend in question fake a note,
copying her motherÕs handwriting. So all had been settled; Cindy would be
with her girlfriend and CindyÕs mother, unknown to Cindy or so she hoped,
would be having a very sexual Christmas with her new lover.
The 12-year-old smiled at Dan.
ÒMy momÕs going to have fun this Christmas and so am I!Ó Cindy
grinned.
ÒJust donÕt tell her,Ó Dan said. There was a knock on the door to
their room. ÒI wonder who that is,Ó Dan said. He and Cindy had just
checked in five minutes before. He went to the door and opened it. Gwen
stood there smiling, elegantly dressed in a gown, her hair piled up. She
had two packages in her hands. ÒYouÕre a bit late for the dinner party but
just in time for the other festivities,Ó Gwen said to Dan.
ÒSorry. There was a storm coming up,Ó Dan said.
ÒI know! The weather outside is quite forbidding,Ó Gwen said. She
eased into Dan and CindyÕs room, moving like liquid mercury in a silvery
gown. ÒThe hourÕs late but like I said thereÕs still much more to come.
HereÕs some things for you to put on if youÕd like to join us.Ó She laid the
packages on the roomÕs bed. She smiled at Cindy. ÒAre you DanÕs
girlfriend?Ó she asked.
ÒSort of,Ó Cindy smiled. Her look was bashful.
ÒIÕm glad to see youÕll be spending Christmas with us,Ó Gwen said.
ÒWe have a Christmas Eve party starting in just a few minutes. In the Oak
Room. We have the whole lodge to ourselves so donÕt hesitate to put on
what IÕve brought you. Even the desk clerk is one of our group,Ó Gwen said.
She paused, looked at Dan with easy familiarity, then at Cindy again and
said, ÒOf course just because the costumes are revealing doesnÕt mean you
have to agree to anything,Ó Gwen said. ÒNot anything substantial, anyway.
TouchingÕs permitted as long as itÕs discreet, both for you and the others.Ó
She smiled, turned to go. ÒI hope to see both of you soon!Ó she said. And
then she was gone, leaving the mystery packages on the bed.
ÒDo you want to see whatÕs in them?Ó Dan asked Cindy when Gwen
was gone.
ÒYes!Ó the 12-year-old answered.
The costumes were like nothing Dan had ever seen before. Opening
them, they both realized theyÕd have to completely undress to try them.
CindyÕs came with a note attached: it read that if she was a virgin, she
would be permitted to wear panties. They were not included, she would
have to provide her own. The 12-year-old gulped.
ÒWe donÕt have to do this if you donÕt want to,Ó Dan said to Cindy.
ÒNo, itÕs alright,Ó Cindy said. They fumbled some more with the
costumes, then they undressed. When they were naked they stood admiring
each other for a few minutes. Then they kissed, and took a few more
minutes loving the feel of each otherÕs warm bodies. Finally the 12-year-
old asked Dan if heÕd like his cock sucked.
ÒI think IÕm supposed to keep it presentable for our new friends,Ó
Dan said.
ÒMmmm,Ó Cindy said. She licked her lips. There was a knock on the
door. Dan grabbed a towel from the bathroom and went to the door,
tossing a towel to Cindy. She wrapped it around herself as Dan opened the
door. It was Gwen. She no longer had her gown on. Her hair had been
unpinned; it hung loose around her shoulders.
ÒReady?Ó Gwen asked brightly. She stepped into the room. Dan
gasped. The woman was decked out in the sort of costume sheÕd left for
Dan and Cindy to put on! Long tiger-print leggings stretched up her legs to
her pussy. There they stopped, just short of her cunt, leaving her lovely
red-haired bush well displayed. At the front of each legging elaborate
laces tied, making a pretty big bow on the front of each of her thighs and
keeping her leggings from falling. Ankle boots complemented her costume.
They had high heels to show off her bare ass when she walked.
For her ass was bare, the next garment she was wearing not being
panties but a jacket. It was zipped halfway up. It had the same tiger-
print pattern as her leggings. But it was so tight that it bound her ribs
like a corset, and was completely incapable of closing over her
substantial bosoms. Her arms were covered, as protection from the cold
if she wished to go outside in her outfit. A tiger-print fur collar, tied
around her neck, kept that part of her body below her chin warm. A bit of
cloth attached to the collar hung down over her upper chest and a little
into the V of her bosoms. It did nothing to hide her tits, which jutted out
at Dan and Cindy like ripe cantaloupes, but it would keep her from catching
cold.
Gwen had mittens on, matching tiger-print ones that were designed
to go with the rest of her outfit. In one hand she held a red scarf. She
also, in that same hand, held earmuffs. Clearly she was intending to brave
the cold outside, if only for a few minutes. She had a hat on her head, a
santa-hat that had, however, the same tiger-print coloring as what was
fitted tightly to her body.
ÒWe havenÕt dressed yet,Ó Dan, standing in his towel, said to Gwen.
ÒWell the group is going to go over to the chamber soon, the mating
chamber. IÕd like you to get to know everyone first, though, so hurry!Ó
Gwen said. ÒWould you like some help getting into your outfits?Ó Gwen
asked.
ÒI- I suppose we could use some help,Ó Dan said. The way the fabric
clung tightly to Gwen he could see that the whole thing would be a tight
fit, both on himself and Cindy. He had been required to measure his
girlfriend a few days earlier. That had been fun; theyÕd done it down in the
menÕs bathroom. Gwen had measured him that day in the elevator.
Soon both Cindy and Dan were dressed in the uniforms of the
partiers. Dan was shocked to see how small and cute Cindy looked in her
tiger-print clothing, complete with a pair of snug white panties that Gwen
insisted she wear over her virgin cunt and bottom. As for Dan, he was
dressed similarly, except that his leggings tied in back, without the
elaborate lacy bows. His uniform differed a little in that he was to wear
tiger-print underpants. However they had a hole in the front of them, plus
the bottom of them, the part that slung under his balls, was detachable.
Laces drawn up to DanÕs right hip kept the pouch-like underside of his
underpants in place. If he undid the laces, though, or if someone untied
them for him, the fabric underneath him fell away and his balls could hang
free. As for his dick, thanks to the hole in the front of his undershorts
there was nothing to hide it. He stuck out a full twelve inches, awing both
Cindy and Gwen with his erection. DanÕs ass was bare; the tiger-print
underpants had a big space in back to make sure his Òsexy behind,Ó as
Gwen called it, was completely on view at all times. Even outdoors, for it
was clear now to Dan that their party was designed as much for indoors as
outdoors, for in their warm fur garments they could handle either,
provided they didnÕt stay out too long. The idea of exposing his hard-on to
the winter cold made Dan stand at even greater attention. Gwen smiled
and told him it was time for he and Cindy to meet the other guests.
In a room adorned with a Christmas tree and hanging decorations,
including mistletoe, Dan and Cindy were introduced by Gwen to the others.
There were a dozen in all, just enough for the kind of experimentation the
group obviously had in mind, without the numbers being overwhelming.
ÒOh my, how nice,Ó A woman said. She reached out and touched DanÕs
penis as a drink was placed in his hand.
ÒHow daunting,Ó another woman said, and joined the first in feeling
DanÕs penis. Dan gasped. The women were gorgeous, looking very cute in
their tiger-print outfits that matched his own. As their fingers stroked
him, so calmly and without reservation, Dan worried that he would spill on
the roomÕs sumptuous carpet. He saw a drink put into CindyÕs hand. Then
someone was blocking his view of her, and Dan found his cock admired by
men as well as women.
ÒOh God,Ó Dan said, surprised and offended by how the men reached
out and fondled him as frankly as the women did. Gwen smiled at him and
took DanÕs free hand and placed it on her pussy. He felt the lovely short
red hairs, and then a little lower, unable to resist touching the lips.
ÒNothing is forbidden here,Ó Gwen said to Dan, as he fondled the
womanÕs cunt and a man, whose name he didnÕt even know, handled his
bursting erection.
ÒEveryone is required to get to know everyone else,Ó the man said to
Dan, and then passed him off to another man, who took him and held him as
if weighing a stiff summer sausage in a market stall. Dan heard Cindy
squeal. He couldnÕt see her and then suddenly he could; her young outthrust
bottom was a subject of much attention, even with panties on They were
tie-at-the side panties. Several guests teasingly pulled on the ties
without pulling so hard as to release them. CindyÕs bottom was patted by
three guests as she was urged to take and hold the penis of a man. With
her drink still balanced, though somewhat precariously, in her other hand
she agreed to gently stroke him. She was introduced around, everyone
being told her name, she being told names in turn but too surprised and
overwhelmed to absorb them. Each of the menÕs penises was in turn
offered to her. Shyly she accepted them, fondling each one. Her jacket
was short enough to show her navel. As she handled the penises her bare
belly was pressed and patted, as if to assure it that it would soon be
filled with sperm. Then, more daringly, her panties were pulled down in
front and her pussy tickled. This provoked her to giggle. Her tits bounced;
this wiggling invitation did not go unanswered. They were patted and
squeezed, gently, even as DanÕs rear end was eased apart and explored by a
probing finger. DanÕs breath caught in his throat. He turned to look who it
was; it was Gwen.
ÒYou must not flinch, my dear, you will have to take something up
here before the night is finished,Ó Gwen smiled at Dan.
ÒI- I think I have to pee,Ó Dan said suddenly, realizing that he had
not gone since his arrival at the lodge. He thought this would let him get
free of Gwen and the others, for however briefly a moment, but Gwen
simply lowered her drink glass, which happened to be empty, and put it at
the head of DanÕs penis. She didnÕt even take her finger out of his ass.
ÒGo ahead,Ó Gwen said to Dan. Then raising her voice she said,
ÒEveryone! Dan has to pee!Ó
ÒOh my.Ó
ÒHow delicious!Ó two women commented. The group crowded round,
even little Cindy, all of them peering down at Dan and his penis. Of
course, with so much attention, he couldnÕt go.
ÒI-I canÕt go now,Ó Dan stammered.
ÒTake your time. WeÕll wait,Ó Gwen said. Suddenly Cindy let out a
cry.
ÒOh! My bottom!Ó the 12-year-old said. She blinked with surprise. A
man had pulled down the back of her panties. She looked around at him,
then she smiled, sheepishly. Dan lifted his eyes from his cock and, seeing
the man, frowned. But the man held and squeezed CindyÕs ass, obviously
enjoying the feel of being able to cup her small bottom almost completely
in his large hand.
ÒA spanking would bring her blood up nicely in her seat,Ó the man
said, looking down at CindyÕs pale white ass. ÒMay I spank her, sir?Ó the
man asked Dan.
ÒSay yes,Ó Gwen told Dan, her finger still in his bottom, pressed
hard now against his tight anus. She took hold of his cock with her other
hand. She kept him the head of him poised, despite a sudden trembling
which took him, over her glass. Suddenly Dan peed into GwenÕs glass.
There was a brief applause by the crowd. Then Gwen said, ÒDonÕt overfill
it, dear.Ó as Dan threatened to do so. With an agonized groan Dan stopped
the flow of his urine, there in front of all those watching eyes.
ÒMmm. Good control,Ó a woman said. DanÕs cock was immediately
patted and fondled by everyone present, even little Cindy, who reached out
and touched his member as the man next to her kept his hand on her ass.
No doubt it was the number of hands on DanÕs cock, and the pleasure of
them, which spawned his next utterance.
ÒYes,Ó Dan said, almost croaking it, to the man who was cupping
CindyÕs behind. The girl, whose ass he had never so much as smacked,
looked at him with sudden ruefulness. Who was he to give permission
regarding her bottom? And indeed, Dan realized that he did not have any
right to give permission, as the hands, both male and female, continued to
apprise his erection, and comment on his beauty. But the man had
permission, and he now took Cindy over to a chair along one wall of the
room, next to the Christmas tree. The girl dragged her feet, wearing little
boots that sheÕd worn with her outer clothes up to the lodge but which
now complimented her tiger-print outfit. Nonetheless she was no match
for the man, and he quickly had her upended over his lap, he sitting in the
chair and her face down by the presents around the tree. He did not slap
her at once but instead spent some time admiring the ripe perfection of
her upturned behind, stroking it and, to a squeal from Cindy, pulling the
cheeks open.
ÒIt will take some work to get this little ass ready for cock,Ó the
man observed. He looked up at Dan. He savored the sight of the young man
as he strove not to spill himself under the guestsÕ petting hands. With his
own hands fondling CindyÕs warm rump over his knee, not rushing anything,
though Dan at this instant had a sperm load that was dying to rush out of
his dick, the man said to Dan, ÒMay I suggest, sir, that she be forced to
wear a butt plug?Ó Cindy yelped at the suggestion. She was only 12, but
sheÕd heard of such things, in the girlsÕ locker room at her school.
ÒWhat?Ó Dan asked.
ÒA butt plug,Ó the man said, still gently patting and easing CindyÕs
bottom apart, only to have the girl snap it shut at the first opportunity.
ÒShe is quite tight, as, being 12, she obviously would be. Here we of
course strive to see that all parts of the human anatomy are available to
exploration. I believe you are feeling even now GwenÕs finger pressed
against your own rose hole, are you not?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Dan confessed, after a moment, feeling Gwen putting pressure
on him there.
ÒIt is quite common for novices at our party to arrive with tight
bottom holes,Ó the man said to Dan, as if discussing horse racing with him
in a menÕs locker room. ÒThat is why I suggest a butt plug for yourself,
before we even leave here, as no doubt the women will want that part of
you, as well as your cock, before the evening is out. And for the little one
here the same is recommended. Her schoolgirl bottom is quite tight--Ó
ÒOooch!Ó Cindy yelled, as the man proved his point by attempting her
ass hole with his finger.
ÒAnd will require some widening before it can properly
accommodate the cocks of the men in this room. Not to mention your own,
sir,Ó the man holding Cindy over his lap observed.
ÒAl- alright,Ó Dan said, thinking more about how he might at any
second embarrass himself by spurting onto the carpet than about CindyÕs
welfare.
ÒVery well,Ó the man answered. ÒAnd now I think a spanking is in
order, to see that this girl behaves on her way to the mating chamber.Ó
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