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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Night Games
Chapter Thirteen
CindyÕs mother put medicated cream on her bottom when she got
home, rubbing it in slowly, admiring, even as she listened to her daughter,
its rubbery upturned cheeks.
ÒAnd then they stuck me with a needle!Ó Cindy said. Her voice
cracked and she sniffled. Her mother patted her ass and it wiggled under
her hand, like twin mounds of frisky jello.
ÒThere, there,Ó Sasha said. ÒThatÕs what you get for running off
without telling me.Ó But secretly she was very glad her daughter had gone
off, even if it had meant getting a shot or two in her behind. For it meant
she wasnÕt present to hear her motherÕs screams. Gwen had been very hard
on her. Sasha, despite her suffering, had loved every minute of it.
ÒOook! It hoit!Ó Cindy declared. She lifted a hand from the sofa
where she was lying and wiped it across her nose, lifting up her face to do
it, for it was pressed down into a cushion, to muffle her occasional tear.
Sasha swallowed. Then she said,
ÒIÕm sure it was meant to.Ó And she wondered what it would be like
to have novocaine injected into her ass. Especially to dampen the pain of
some huge object going up her behind! ÒIÕm afraid youÕve gotten ahead of
me now, dear,Ó Sasha confided to her daughter. ÒPlaying doctor with a
real needle is something IÕve never tried.Ó
ÒWeally?!Ó Cindy asked. The prospect of getting ahead of her mother
in this game of sexual exploration caused her to leap up. No longer was
she a wounded little pet, needing her motherÕs comfort. Suddenly, despite
her sore ass, she was a conqueror, an Indian princess on the warpath. She
jumped off the couch. ÒYahooo!Ó she cried. She threw her hands in the air.
As she was utterly naked, her breasts flew up too, then fell with gravity
and rose again as the girl did a little dance with her bare feet on the
carpet. As she turned, her breasts bouncing, her mother observed her
bottom. It glowed with the medicated cream sheÕd put on it, looking ripe
and ready for even more assaults.
Which was more than Sasha could say for her own ass, which hurt so
bad that she had to sit poised on her hip as she watched her daughter from
the edge of the couch. Yet she too, she knew, would be back for more in
another week. GwenÕs parties were proving irresistible.
Never had Sasha been beaten or fucked as hard as the night before.
When Kazar grew weary, Gwen took over. When the hostess grew weary,
Kazar began again. And then, as if two tormenters were not enough for
such a fine ass (as Gwen called it), the hostess invited others to join, so
that soon all the guests had had a crack at SashaÕs lovely upturned butt.
When it was thoroughly covered with welts and bruises it was not time to
rest, except for a drink of wine that they allowed her. No, then it was
time to Òopen upÓ Sasha in back, with every man invited to shove himself
into SashaÕs little asshole. It felt rather bigger by the time they were
through, but even then there was still the matter of her pussy. This was
reserved for the women, and each one, with Gwen taking the lead, used a
strap-on to plunder CindyÕs mother there. The woman was well fucked by
the time her sisters were through with her, but by then the men were
rising again, and there was the small matter of SashaÕs mouth to be dealt
with. This was duly used to relieve the men, so that, by the time they felt
empty, poor Sasha felt as if sheÕd downed a dozen quarts of milk. Soused
in sperm, she was allowed to sleep Ôtil morning, in a bed that was
uncomfortably wet with the exertions of her own body and the many which
had conquered her. Then, in the morning, before she could even get up,
with the men sporting morning wood, it began again, so that the dear
mother felt sure she must be pregnant with every manÕs child by the time
it was over. After a long and leisurely bath, in which Sasha fell asleep
twice and had to be awakened by Gwen just before she nearly drowned
herself, the aching mother was taken home. Gwen gave her a kiss on the
cheek before leaving her.
ÒCall if you need anything,Ó Gwen had whispered to her.
ÒIÕm sure I wonÕt,Ó Sasha, exhausted and a little grouchy, had
answered. Gwen winked.
ÒI know some very nice men,Ó the hostess said. Sasha smiled wanly.
ÒAnd what, dear Gwen, do you tell the men when you kiss them
goodbye?Ó Sasha asked.
ÒI tell them I know a fine piece of ass,Ó Gwen answered. ÒAnd I do.Ó
And now here was SashaÕs daughter, dancing around the room like a
banshee because she was ahead of her mother in exploring sex! The girl
turned her ass toward her mother and stuck it out at her.
ÒNyah! Nyah! IÕm beating you!Ó Cindy said. She made a farting noise.
ÒNow Cindy, thatÕs quite enough,Ó Sasha said. ÒIÕm your real mother,
not some woman you picked up to play doctor with.Ó
ÒShe poked me,Ó Cindy said. The 12-year-old pouted. ÒRight here!Ó
she said, and pointed with her finger at her asshole.
ÒYou will be poked there many more times, my dear, I assure you,
especially if youÕre competing with me,Ó Sasha said.
ÒIt was a butt plug, and as soon as it went in me I had to poop, but I
couldnÕt, because it was stuck in me!Ó Cindy said.
ÒDonÕt explain all this at Show and Tell tomorrow,Ó Sasha told her
daughter.
ÒI wonÕt, mommie,Ó Cindy said. But the next day she was in trouble
again at school, caught in the boyÕs bathroom again, and this time she was
suspended for it.
ÒReally, Gwen, I donÕt know what IÕm going to do with that girl,Ó
Sasha said that afternoon, when her daughter had come home early and
was merrily watching cartoons.
ÒItÕs simple, dear,Ó Gwen answered.
ÒMmmm? You want to try being her mother?Ó Sasha asked. She
peeked round the corner of the doorway she was sitting next to. There
was her daughter, like the Queen of Sheba, a pile of Hostess Twinkies and
Ding Dongs in her lap, a half-eaten microwave pancake breakfast on a tray
beside her, and the wrappers from the Hostess pies, chocolate still
clinging to them, all over the floor. Some violent cartoon blared from the
T.V. and, if that were not enough entertainment for a suspended 12-year-
old, a radio station was playing at nightclub volume from the stereo.
ÒCindy! Turn that off!Ó Sasha yelled.
ÒHuh?Ó the girl asked.
ÒI said turn that off! I donÕt want you watching people getting shot!Ó
ÒBut mom, itÕs a classic!Ó Cindy answered, and indeed it was, even if
it did feature a cat and mouse competing to blow each otherÕs brains out
with pistols.
ÒDarn! SheÕs impossible! And sheÕs making a mess!Ó Sasha said.
ÒSheÕs a virgin,Ó Gwen said soothingly. ÒAs long as sheÕs a virgin,
menÕs penises will fascinate her. She must be fucked, dear, thatÕs the
long and short of it.
ÒWell I keep taking her to your parties but she somehow escapes!Ó
Sasha said.
ÒThatÕs because sheÕs a frisky little virgin,Ó Gwen said. ÒBetween
menÕs hesitation at her obvious youth, and her liveliness, she always gets
away.Ó Sasha looked again at her daughter. The T.V. was still on. The cat
and mouse were using shotguns on each other now. The stereo was
blaring something about killing parents and the pile of Hostess wrappers
had grown larger.
ÒDo her,Ó Sasha said suddenly to Gwen.
ÒHuh?Ó the woman replied. Sasha knitted her brow, a sudden
determination taking her.
ÒDo her,Ó Sasha said again. Gwen laughed.
ÒYou want me to don a strap-on and do her like I did you?Ó Gwen
asked.
ÒNo,Ó Sasha said. She drew her hand across her brow, suddenly
weary. ÒNo,Ó she said in an exasperated voice. ÒObviously she deserves a
male penis. But make sure it gets in her this time. DonÕt let her slip
away.Ó
ÒItÕs as good as done,Ó Gwen said. She paused. Then she asked, ÒIs
your bottom healed?Ó
ÒNo, of course not,Ó Sasha answered. She reached back behind
herself and tenderly touched her seat.
ÒI want you both done together,Ó Gwen said. ÒMother and daughter.
Of course you must both be perfect. No bruises, no blemishes, no marks of
any kind. Rest, Sasha. And tell me as soon as youÕre better. Then both you
and your little minx will be done like never before. I promise.Ó
ÒBut how do I control her until you can have a party for us?Ó Sasha
asked. She felt her behind again. She had hoped to attend GwenÕs next
party this weekend, but her ass would take longer than that to return to a
pristine condition.
ÒIt must be a very special party,Ó Gwen said. Anticipating the
motherÕs thoughts, she said, ÒI want you to stay at home and pamper
yourself, Sasha. In truth, I want you to rest until youÕre sizzling with
sexual energy. And the same must be the case for your daughter. And I
shall have special guests for her, fine men who have saved themselves for
at least a week.Ó
ÒMmmm!Ó Sasha said, feeling suddenly excited. She was wearing a
blouse with no bra and she felt her nipples suddenly perk up beneath it,
forming twin tents. Just then her daughter walked out of the T.V. room.
ÒMom! YouÕre excited!Ó Cindy said, noticing her motherÕs tits.
Suddenly the girl realized it must be Gwen on the phone and she reached up
and grabbed the receiver out of her momÕs hands.
ÒHi, Gwen!Ó Cindy called cheerily.
ÒHi,Ó the woman answered. A little later she was over at SashaÕs, to
explain what she had planned for the girl.
ÒYou and your mother must both wear white, of course,Ó Gwen said,
as the child listened, spellbound.
ÒYes,Ó Cindy breathed. The woman held CindyÕs hands in her own and
the girl felt the warm enclosure of them. Gwen felt the girlÕs pulse
beating in her little wrists.
ÒAnd you must not know what is going to occur in advance. It must
all be a surprise,Ó Gwen told the girl.
ÒMmmm,Ó Cindy answered.
ÒBut one thing is certain, my dear,Ó Gwen said, choosing this
moment to spring the girlÕs fate on her. ÒYou must be fucked.Ó
ÒOH!Ó Cindy cried. Sasha, who was surreptitiously listening from
the kitchen, smiled.
ÒYes,Ó Gwen said to the girl, feeling rather Sir Stephens in Story of
O as he spoke to its heroine. ÒYou must not be allowed to escape this
time, darling. I will select the most excellent men, with big long difficult
penises.Ó
ÒNO!Ó Cindy cried. Her hands wiggled in GwenÕs but the woman kept a
firm grasp on them.
ÒWhat?Ó Gwen laughed. ÒYou prefer to be fucked by little boys?Ó
Cindy blushed.
ÒNo,Ó the girl admitted.
ÒIt is going to hurt, darling,Ó Gwen told the child. ÒWhy not be hurt
by the best if youÕre going to be hurt, hmmm?Ó
ÒWeight lifters, then,Ó Cindy said.
ÒYes!Ó Gwen agreed. ÒBig, powerful wrestler-type men, who can
make a girl drop dead just by looking at her.Ó
ÒMMMMM!Ó Cindy cried. ÒAnd pirates too!Ó she insisted.
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