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Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
A Party for Perversion
Chapter Eight
About forty minutes later the convertible pulled up in front of the
apartment and everyone in it let out a collective sigh of relief. Here they
could finally get some sleep. The men shielded Lori as the group headed up
the stairs to the second floor apartment. The girl had become recalcitrant
and refused to put on her skirt. She claimed her bottom hurt too much to
wear clothing.
The apartment was cool and dark. The fire was nothing more than
dying embers. Peter bade his friends a quick goodbye and, grabbing a
sandwich from the fridge for his dog, went out onto the porch to recover
both his hound and his clothing. He stepped back inside for a moment to
shimmy into his pants and give each girl a final kiss, then left. Peter had
a girlfriend who was due at his own apartment any minute.
Jake added an armful of logs to the fire and stirred it to make the
flames catch. This proved relatively fruitless so, taking a few pages from
a newspaper at the bar, he lit them with a lighter and laid them on top of
the logs. The bark of one of the fresh logs caught fire. A roaring blaze
was only minutes away.
Jane was filling a large bath tub with hot, bubbling water. Alison
and Mike entered and peeled off their clothes, as did Jane. Jake entered
with Lori and pulled off her vest and his own pants. The group felt like a
passel of wet eels as they splashed down into the water and let its
warmth soak into them. Five people was slightly more than the tub had
been designed to hold, and their wet limbs slithered over each other. They
rested for awhile then, fearing that one or more of them might fall asleep
and drown, Jane ordered them to start washing. What followed was
several long minutes of naked hands rubbing the more meaningful parts of
their significant others. As the scrubbing proceeded the men became hard
once more and girls' nipples firmly erect.
"Okay, everyone up out of the water," Jane announced at length.
Rinsing, they got out and took to toweling down their erogenous areas. As
there were three girls and only two men no ready pairing off was possible.
Jake tended to corner the attentions of Lori and Alison, but everyone got a
crack at everyone else's genitals. Lori was a subject of particular
interest, due to her (now fading) marks from the cane. Mike promised
similar treatment before the weekend was out for Jane and Alison.
"Alright, off to bed with you," Jane said to Lori, turning the girl by
her frail shoulders away from Jake's dick and heading her out the
bathroom door. This was taken as a cue for the entire group, and they
retreated from the bathroom into the bedroom where the bed covers were
quickly pulled down and everyone crawled in. A certain amount of shifting
around followed, accompanied by giggles from the girls and chuckles from
the males, which resulted in Jane being firmly pinned beneath Mike and
Alison beneath Jake. Lori was squished between the two couples. Mike
and Jake then entered their respective fiancees at the same moment, and
the pairs began fucking gently as the bed creaked beneath them. Once
firmly ensconced in their lovers each man placed one hand upon Lori's
little pussy. She allowed her legs to spread as their fingers probed her.
They began rubbing the nubile blonde's tiny clitoris as she whimpered with
pleasure.
Some time later Mike awoke to find himself still atop Jane. His last
moments of consciousness had passed away with the final spurts of his
semen. Everyone in the bed except himself was sound asleep. Mike rose up
and made his way carefully over the slumbering forms. Just as he left the
bed Lori lifted her head sleepily off Alison's shoulder.
Mike's penis was fully erect as he positioned himself over the toilet.
He just started to pee when he felt a softness at his back and a small hand
with perfectly manicured nails slipped around his torso and took hold of
the base of his dick. Lori pressed against him as he peed and reached
around with her remaining hand to cup his balls. The testicles grew taut
in her hand.
"How's your bottom?" Mike asked without turning, his urine still
streaming down into the john.
"Better, I think," Lori whispered. She released his genitals and
walked to the counter top and turned about. She looked over her shoulder
into the large mirror above the sink. "Oooh, much better." The marks were
barely visible now. Her skin was pale but lustrous.
"You're almost ready for another beating," Mike grinned.
"You wouldn't," Lori said, seating the edge of her bottom on the
counter.
"I might," Mike replied. "I've never seen a more perfect bottom for
it."
"You people are so cruel," Lori said. She brushed her hair back from
her face and looked down at her breasts.
"So are those," Mike said.
"My breasts?" Lori cried, looking up. "You wouldn't!"
"Why not?" Mike asked. He walked over to her and clasped her bare
bosoms. "Mmm, perfect," he breathed, weighing their firmness in his
palms. Lori, despite the look of horror on her face, reached forward with
both her hands and clasped his erect penis.
A LITTLE STORY ABOUT JACK AND DIANE
Jack and Diane decided to have sex. They decided to have a lot of
sex. One day, Diane got pregnant. As a result (assuming she doesnÕt decide
to kill her child in utero), you are hereby banned from reading this story,
because DianeÕs Òprecious childÓ (assuming, again, she doesnÕt abort it)
might be harmed if she read this story someday and decided to do what her
mom and dad did. Makes sense, doesnÕt it?
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Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Desire Isle
Chapter One
Melanie and Kimberly sluiced through the white powder. The chill
wind cut into their faces and blew their long locks out behind them in
invitation to every male on the slope. Melanie wriggled her hips and her
skis shot first one way, then the next, in a quick series of neat little
curves. Let her step sister top that! It was unlikely, however, that the
males coming down the snow covered hill behind her admired the
proficiency of her skiing as much as the jiggling curves of her bottom.
One male who's eye was caught by Melanie was a man who had the
money and influence to act on his ambition. Unlike the ski bums heading
downhill around him, this man owned a large chateau in the snow laden
country and used his visits to the commercial slopes primarily to
entertain his sexual interests. Beside him skied a demure woman of 31
whom most men his age might have considered young, but which he
regarded as, to use his term, "an older woman." Her breasts were still
firm and her tummy flat, her pussy still the nest of tight desire that any
48-year-old executive would have gladly traded three wives for. The man,
who sported the French title of Comte Maison D'etry, or Martin to his
familiars, glanced over at the woman. It would be her job to procure
Melanie for him.
Martin regarded the bottom of Kimberly as she too executed a quick
series of little turns in the snow, going abruptly northeast, then
northwest, then northeast and northwest again. Her bottom almost
waggled salaciously as she executed the moves. Martin expelled his
breath slowly. The conquest of the brunette was another addition he
would want to make to his list of sexual achievements.
Maria glanced over at Martin. He nodded. The woman knew his
proclivities. Young, barely 18 (younger in France), and well endowed in
both face and figure. Only the girls' visages were left to be evaluated.
Then Martin would have Maria make her move.
At the bottom of the slope Martin managed to maneuver himself and
Maria up behind the girls as they waited for the lift back up. The girls
proved to be as cute as he had hoped. Both had elfin noses surmounted by
large, deep eyes, bordered by blushing cheeks. Red lips glossed with
sunscreen almost begged to suck cock. The girls were ebullient and soon
Martin and Maria had them engaged in a pleasant conversation.
As it turned out, Martin's competition had gotten the girls first.
They spoke happily of their chance encounter (as they saw it) with a
lovely woman who had made their acquaintance and invited them to a party
the night following.
"Oh, how lovely!" Maria gushed, not showing her dismay. "Martin and
I are scheduled for that same event. Lady Burgess does throw such fine
soirees. I'm sure we shall all have an absolutely wonderful time!" At this
point Martin decorously excused himself. Despite the pleasures he had
enjoyed courtesy of "Lady" Burgess, he did not need to hear her purported
virtues spun out yet again. He knew, in any event, that Maria would ply the
girls best if he were not present.
"Got to go to Denver, dearest," Martin announced, and pecked his
Maria on the cheek. He bid farewell to each of the girls and trotted off
through the snow. He could almost hear the conversation he had left
turning to him as he retreated. Well, Maria would serve the ingenues the
standard lines. Later they might find out the real essence of their
relationship, after their charms had been given a full exploration by
Martin and his associates. "Lady" Burgess drifted through his mind. A
common French whore, she had eventually insinuated her terrific body up
to the level of Madam. Then a wealthy businessman hired her away from
the brothel trade to give her a higher calling, providing sexual
entertainments for himself and his friends. He had installed her in her
own chateau and it was her task to discover females who might be induced
to revel in licentious parties. Maria kept bugging Martin to give her a
similar license, but Martin could not afford to give her a place of her own.
Maria spent the rest of the day with Melanie and Kimberly. The girls
felt sorry for Maria, left by her lover to ski alone while he hurried off to
attend to business. As a result Melanie and Kimberly stuck close by Maria
and were soon including her in all their plans. When the night of Lady
Burgesses' party arrived, the three of them trooped off together to attend
it. Martin watched from a window in Lady Burgess' chateau as Maria and
the girls spilled from Maria's european car. Bundled up in winter wear, the
three females looked like three little bears. There was one exception,
however. These bears had remarkably skinny legs. Beneath the fur
trimmed skirt of the girls' coats they were bare legged. Columns of white
marble transported the girls up the broad steps that led to the Chateau's
door.
The weather had turned decidedly brisk during the day and all three
girls were glad to get inside. Lady Burgess met them at the door. A
flowery, decollete dress gripped her substantial bosom, leaving the upper
curves of her breasts alluringly displayed. She was of a calm demeanor
and, despite her height of 65 inches, an imposing stature. The trio of
females were greeted with an air of reserved efficiency amidst the
flicker of candle flames. Above a muted chandelier contributed a pool of
light. Martin had left his place at the window for the room in which the
initial festivities were to obtain.
"Gosh, it's cold out there!" Kimberly gushed to Lady Burgess.
"You'll be quite warm in here, I assure you," Lady Burgess smiled.
"May I have your clothes, please?" Both girls began unzipping their parkas.
"I feel naughty doing this, though I suppose I shouldn't," Melanie said.
The removal of her parka revealed her to be wearing only a bikini
underneath.
"Oh, I think it's sooo cool, a wintertime beach party!" Kimberly
gushed. "I'm so glad you invited us, Lady Burgess. After all, we hardly
know you!"
"Oh, you'll be the life of the party," Lady Burgess cooed. She snapped
a finger as she spoke and a stiffly attired butler appeared to take the
girls' winter clothing. Kimberly pulled a scarf from her neck and handed it
to the man. Melanie pulled off a tasseled cap. Mittens followed, then the
girls made to remove their boots.
"Oh, you might consider leaving your boots on," Lady Burgess said of
the polished sheaths of suede that just came above the girls' knees.
"Warm air rises, you know, and sometimes the floor is a bit chilly."
"Oh, alright!" Kimberly smiled. The poor butler looked about to
collapse under the load of winter wear the girls had bequeathed to him.
Maria, now in a bikini as well, insinuated herself between Melanie and
Kimberly and helped escort them down the hall behind Lady Burgess.
The girls were led into an anteroom that bordered a small dance
floor. Settled around a bowl of punch were various people, all quite
attractive. The younger ones tended to be in swimwear, whilst the older
ones seemed more likely to opt for aloha shirts or mumus. The young
males looked tantalizing in their little Speedo swimsuits that clutched at
their reproductive equipment. Some of the females wore bikini bras and
panties that were trimmed with fur, leaving Melanie feeling slightly
jealous. Martin was discovered in a corner and Maria and the girls sought
him out. He pressed cannikins of punch into the girls' hands. They found
the beverage to be pleasantly spiked.
Except for Martin, Melanie and Kimberly knew none of the men. Or,
for that matter, the women. To rectify that Maria introduced the girls
around. Everyone seemed eager to meet them. Unbeknownst to Melanie and
Kimberly each of the people they spoke to identified themselves with a
made up name. Candelabrums placed in the vicinity of the punch bowl
merged their light with candlestands placed along the walls.
After a pleasant interlude of conversation a quartet of tuxedoed men
appeared, instruments in hand. They set up quietly at the far end of the
dance floor and began playing. Melanie and Kimberly were quickly invited
by men to dance.
Melanie felt delightfully secure and yet provocative as she danced to
a series of light but rousing classical tunes, each with a different man.
Beyond frosted windowpanes rolling hillocks of snow could just be made
out in the light of a silvery moon. Once when Melanie danced particularly
close to a window she thought she heard the faraway howl of a lonely
coyote.
About an hour later Lady Burgess dismissed the musicians. The ad
hoc collections of couples caught their breath and began chattering. Lady
Burgess announced that the musicians had another engagement elsewhere,
but that her gaming room was now open. Melanie and Kimberly found
themselves urged forward as the group made for a new center of activity.
Melanie was slightly taken aback when she saw what Lady Burgess
had announced to be "her gaming room." Instead of pinball machines or
video consoles there were a number of settees and divans, arranged more
or less along the room's walls. In a clearing in the center of the room
were a number of posts and bars, from which dangled straps and chains. A
chill of wonder ran up Melanie's spine. She glanced over at Kimberly. The
girl had a man in each hand and suddenly, instead of looking like a modern
Cleopatra, she looked more like Patty Hearst. Kimberly seemed to tug at
the hands of the men on either side of her in an attempt to break from
their grasp. Just moments before she had been holding their hands. Now
they were holding hers.
Melanie found herself in a predicament identical to Kimberly's. She
tested the grip of the men's hands which held her own. There was no
mistaking it. Suddenly she was being held by them, not vice versa.
Melanie prayed she was misinterpreting what was happening to her. She
didn't want to call the situation wrongly and wind up looking foolish,
especially in front of all these other dangerously pretty girls. She did,
after all, like the men she was with. She would never be able to ski the
slopes around here again if she embarrassed herself at this party. With a
sense of trepidation and resolution Melanie allowed herself to be led
forward and seated on a divan. Out of the corner of her eye she saw
Kimberly seated in a similar fashion. Two strong men between her white
little body, clothed only in her bikini.
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