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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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A PARTY FOR PERVERSION
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Chapter One
Fellow Christian: With all the talk lately of "Child Sexual Abuse"
and "Date Rape," we are forgetting the fundamental perversions in our
society; adultery, fornication, and the moral outrage committed in private
homes by "consenting adults." Following is just such an explication of the
current rectitudinal crises. We find ourselves confronted with two
couples: Mike and Jane, and Jake and Alison. They are soon to enter into
the bliss of monogamous marriage. But, thanks to the decadence of our
society, they decide to share a weekend in an apartment at the beach.
What follows is both shocking and instructive. It came to me by way of an
adulteress, a woman who only lately has come back into the loving arms of
the Lord. I present it unedited, so that its full effect may be felt upon
your person. As always, pray between chapters, keep Jesus foremost in
your mind, and contribute as much as you can to the continued expansion of
his ministry (Visa and Mastercard accepted).
To the casual observer they looked like two happy, healthy couples
walking casually into an apartment. But if one could have read their
minds, he would have been minded to contact the authorities. For the
couples in question had not only copulation on their minds, but a desire to
transcend the known boundaries of sexual debauchery.
Mike was tall and blonde, a surfer/lawyer, and his steady, Jane, was
a vibrant, seductive brunette. Jake, an investment banker by trade, had a
penis as large as his bank account, which was substantial. His fiancee, a
college co-ed like Jane, was nubile, lithe, blonde-maned Alison. As Alison
was shown into the apartment by Jake the words of Jane came floating
back to her, spoken on a warm summer morning a few hours ago by the
beach.
"There's a lot of things I haven't done," Jane whispered
confidentially as she permitted Alison to untie her bikini top, an act
which had in fact been suggested by Jane.
"Me neither," Alison said innocently. Jane wondered if the girl
understood the import of what she was trying to convey.
"But I'd like to do everything, wouldn't you?" Jane asked. Alison laid
down on her tummy beside Jane. The towel beneath her was warm, fuzzy.
Comforting. For a moment the two girls laid on their bellies casually
looking at one another. The sun bathed them, the beach around them, as
they lay like twins, side by side, both white, hoping to be tanned. Then the
brunette, rising slightly off her belly, reached over and plucked apart the
drawstrings of Alison's bikini top.
"Yes, I'd like to have fun every way there is," Alison breathed. Her
eyelashes fluttered closed.
"Even if it might hurt a little bit?" Jane asked. Her fingers stroked
the now loose drawstrings off of Alison's bare back. The blonde's eyes
opened.
"What do you mean?" Alison asked.
"You know, silly, S&M, bondage, that sort of thing. Wouldn't you like
to try that too? Along with all the other things, of course." Jane smiled
reassuringly.
"I, I know Jake is always joking about tying me up and..." Alison let
her voice die.
"Listen, Mike got this really great apartment from some guy who's
going bankrupt," Jane said excitedly. "It's fairly secluded, and he said to
me this morning that we ought to get a couple to move in there with us for
a few days and really have a wild time before it has to be turned over to
the bank."
Alison's mind jumped back to the present moment as she was
ushered into the apartment Jane had spoken of on the beach. It was cool,
shadowed, a welcome refuge from the heat outdoors. "Here it is, our very
own den of iniquity," Mike grinned. Alison, now in clothes instead of a
bikini, took in her surroundings. The apartment was spacious, paneled
with wood, and carpeted wall to wall with a plush tan rug. Expensive
paintings of nude or semi-nude men and women hung amidst the shadows
of the flat. Other paintings were more mundane, featuring animals in
jungle settings. But one painting, nearby, showed a lone woman, bereft of
clothing, about to embrace a large, virile wolf.
"This fellow had rather provocative tastes," Mike said. "Apparently
he tried to create a porno empire and failed."
"I still wonder if we should mess with this place," Jake said. "I
mean, it doesn't belong to any of us."
"All the more reason to enjoy it," Mike said. "I know you work for a
bank, dude, and are partial to creditor's interests, but it doesn't hurt to let
your pants down once in awhile." Everyone in the little group couldn't help
but catch Mike's double entendre, and it seemed to settle the matter.
Alison noticed that Mike had a substantial bulge in his pants. She glanced
at her own "hubby," as she liked to call him, and saw that the area of his
crotch was still unobtrusive. But Alison had little doubt that should both
men be encouraged to display, her own sweetheart's tool would easily
prove the larger.
Jane took Alison's hand in her own as the couples walked deeper into
the apartment. Jake parted from Alison to study a mounted lion's head
close up with Mike, a sight which Alison found somewhat revolting. She
imagined her own head there, but with eyelashes closed and lips parted to
receive. Perhaps even her breasts would be preserved, dangling down to be
fingered by the passing paramour.
Upon rounding a corner a wall of implements came into view. A
selection of whips, paddles, riding crops, tawses, and other tools of
torture were displayed upon the wall, but held in such a way that they
could be readily removed. Alison gasped. Jane, having already been
apprised of the display, faked a gasp of her own.
"I told you this guy was different," Mike said. Alison cast her eyes
toward her "husband," as she often called him to herself. His crotch now
sported a substantial protuberance. Alison trembled. If her lover had
interests that ran to the kinky, there would be no escape for her. If she
loved him (and there was no question of that), sooner or later she would
have to surrender to his more bizarre desires. Alison hoped that this
would not be the night she would be called upon to perform in such a
manner, but could feel in her tummy that it might well be. She couldn't
imagine two strapping young men like Mike and Jake allowing a whole wall
full of torture equipment to go to waste.
Outside the sun sank low on the horizon and a coolness became
apparent in the apartment.
"Shall we turn on the heat?" Alison asked, hoping to take the men's
minds off the wall.
"Let's try a fire first," Mike said. "Jake, there are some cut logs out
on the porch. Why don't we bring them in and see if we can get something
going?"
Jake had no sooner agreed than Jane asked Alison if she would like
to help her mix up some drinks at the bar. Alison agreed.
A few minutes later a fire was roaring, casting its radiant warmth
throughout the living room. Mike and Jake were seated on a bearskin rug
with Jane and Alison, all of them neatly holding chilly demitasses of fine
wine. While mixing the drinks Jane had undone the top half of the row of
buttons down the front of her blouse. Her breasts, lacking any bra, were
now barely held back. Every time she bent forward her ample bosoms
threatened to spill out. Alison, also without a bra but with her buttons
still secure, wondered how long it would be before Jane's breasts were
out in the open. And calculating that gave her a good estimate of how long
her own modesty might be preserved.
"You poor boys are so aroused by that wall full of torture
equipment...I can tell," Jane said to the men. They glanced somewhat
embarrassedly down at their projecting crotches. "Don't you think they
should be allowed to unzip themselves?" Jane asked Alison. "We wouldn't
want them to be uncomfortable." Alison nodded slightly, wordlessly.
"Here, let me do it," Jane said to Jake. She leaned forward, breasts
topping the opening of her blouse, and unzipped Alison's fiancee as if she
were his mother and he a little boy. Almost reflexively, as if to get
revenge, Alison leaned forward and undid Mike's zipper.
Jane looked across at Alison and smiled. One of her breasts slipped
from its tenuous halter. The brunette deftly reached into Jake's pants and
drew forth his rod. Alison blushed slightly as she vengefully copied the
brunette. Mike's erect penis hove into view, and almost as if she had
drawn forth a stick of dynamite, Alison pulled back her hand and sat up
straight once more. But Jane had other ideas.
"Ohhh, it's sooo big," Jane marveled at Jake's rod. It was indeed an
impressive shaft of muscle, almost intimidating. "Now I know why you're
marrying Jake," Jane cooed. Alicia, her cheeks already pink, turned a
shade deeper. Jane stroked the meaty flesh with her lacquered fingertips.
She bent forward and kissed the top of the helmet, right above Jake's pee
hole.
Jane sat up straight. As if to regain her decency she coyly slipped
her blouse back over her one free breast. But her nipples beneath were
now visibly erect. Alison's were also.
"We should plan our evening. How shall we begin?" Jane asked
straightforwardly. Alison was astonished at this frank admission of what
lay ahead. She felt herself sinking into resignation.
The men threw out several ideas, many of them promising a quick
climax of their own needs while, in true male fashion, neglecting the
erogenous makeup of the girls. Jane reigned them in, however, and led
them into a spirited discussion of how this flat might be employed to
experience the supreme decadence. As the discussion resolved upon a
debate, from which Alison was largely absent, of whether it would be
more dirty to pee first or whip each other first, or, possibly, whip each
other while they peed, Alison felt herself growing heated. Jane too was
hot, and not just from the fire.
"It's getting warm in here. I think I'll take off my blouse," Jane said.
But before she could act Jake leaned forward, undid her remaining buttons,
and, slipping the blouse from her shoulders, kissed her lightly on the lips.
"Do you need help?" Mike asked Alison as she reached for her own
buttons.
"No," Alison said diffidently. Mike sat back and contented himself
with a display of Alison undoing her upper garment. All this while he also
relished the display his naked, erect penis was making. Alison pulled the
two opened halves of her blouse back, revealing her lily white mammaries.
The cherry nipples jiggled slightly. While Jane had shucked off her blouse,
leaving it in a pool on the bearskin behind her, Alison kept hers on. Alison
smiled wanly at Mike.
"I'd like to see your chest," the blonde said. Both Jane and Mike
expressed enthusiasm at Alison's initiative. Mike undid the buttons of his
shirt, while Jane leaned forward to help Jake take off his shirt.
Alison felt jealous at Jane and Jake's easy association. She didn't
want to encourage Mike's intentions by helping him out of his shirt (though
she liked him). She still wanted to remain her own master. But she had to
strike back at Jane, whom she feared was impressing Jake a bit too much.
"I'm still hot," Alison said in a whisper, to no one in particular. Jane
was still giggling with Jake as Alison lifted up her leather miniskirt and
slipped down her lacy panties. Mike captured the panties in his hand as
they crossed over her ankles. He pulled them off her spiked high heels. A
moment later Alison undid her miniskirt and pulled it off, casting it aside
onto the carpet. Mike was fully ensconced in viewing her, and even Jake
looked up from Jane's attentions to look at her. Jane continued to tease
Jake's manhood but did not follow Alison's lead in undressing. Jane had
not worn any underwear to begin with (something which had continually
drawn Jake's attention to her upper thighs all evening), and apparently
wanted to retain this last thread of moderation for at least a little while
longer.
"Well, as long as we're reasonably agreed on starting off with a pee
party, I suggest we have some more to drink," Mike said. Everyone laughed
and the girls got up to refill the couples' glasses at the bar. The two men
sat in awe of the females as the girls got up and sashayed on stiletto
heels to the serving counter, Alison cloaked in a shirt but with bottom
bare, Jane with bottom covered but curving back stripped bare for all to
admire. The men themselves were bare chested, their cocks pronging
forth into the warm air and throbbing. The men pulled off their pants.
Upon pouring the drinks the girls returned, but each held three
glasses.
"Are we expecting company?" Jake asked, but Jane only giggled. Both
girls knelt, handed each man his glass, set aside her own, and proceeded to
take the remaining glass and dip her respective man's penis in it.
The men reacted with pleasant shock. Their penises were quite
warm, almost burning, to the touch. The liquor was chilled. Only the front
part of each man's prong could fit into the glass, but it was enough to
create a delectable sensation. Jane took her glass and, still holding Jake's
prick, now poured the contents over his entire shaft. Alison did the same
with Mike's penis.
The reader might expect at this point that the couples would fall
into outright lovemaking. But this was to be no ordinary evening. The
stage was still being set, the actors still being primed. Jake and Mike
swilled down their drinks as the girls sat back and drank their own. Then
Mike and Jake, stating that much more was needed to fill their bladders,
rose and went to the bar. They each returned with a bottle, and sat down
in front of their respective girl.
"I want you bare-assed naked for this," Jake said to Jane. Without
knowing exactly what Jake had in mind, the girl reached to undo her skirt.
"It would be best if you took your blouse off. Especially if you want
to wear it later," Mike said to Alison.
"I sure do, it's the only thing I have," Alison replied. With an
inquiring glance at Jake she pulled the open garment from her shoulders
and set it aside. Mike picked it up and put it behind him.
"Now, I think if we drink all of this we'll be ready for some major
peeing," Mike said, sticking a corkscrew in his bottle as Jake did likewise.
Alison wondered when she would wear her blouse again. Tomorrow?
Sunday? Three days from now? When would she finally have to reassume
her modesty and face society? When would she be permitted to? None of
them had brought a change of clothes, yet it seemed apparent that they
would be staying the entire weekend. Alison had a feeling her clothes
would still be fresh Monday morning.
Suddenly the two bottles popped their corks and the each man
directed a spray of champagne at the girl across from him. The foam
splattered the females' breasts. The girls squealed. Each demurely
refrained from attempting to block the spray with her hands.
Soon the stream from each bottle subsided. The girls, their breasts
remarkably cool now, sat with smiles on their faces and foam decorating
their otherwise bare mammaries. Alison wondered if it would not be
champagne but semen dripping from her breasts in a few short hours. Her
bosoms quivered. Droplets fell from her pointed nipples. Mike produced a
camera seemingly from nowhere and clicked a picture of each girl's
breasts. He waited as the Polaroid developed and slid out of the camera.
Each girl was handed a photo of herself and cooed over it.
After allowing a few moments to let the sight of each girl's foam
lathered breasts soak in, the champagne running in tiny rivulets down into
their neat pubic curls, the men, in unison, leaned forward and began
licking the liquor from the ladies' bosoms. Jake's hands cupped Jane's
breasts, but Mike's gripped Alison's naked upper thighs. Each girl found
herself playing with her fingers in the hair on each man's head.
As the licking progressed Jane let one of her hands slip from atop
Jake's head and reached for his cock. Jake, sensing the brunette's desire,
thrust his hips forward slightly and allowed her to take possession of his
tool. Alison, catching wind of what was going on between the two,
reached for Mike's penis and found it. Both girls gently frigged their
respective man. The men continued licking.
"Ready to pee yet?" Jane asked of Jake. Her own hips gave a squirm.
"Yeah," Jake said, keeping his attention on her lovely breasts. "My
bladder feels pretty full."
"Not to mention your balls," Jane said, slipping her hand from his
cock to his testicles. Jake fidgeted and came up for air.
"I have to go too," Alison said to Mike, looking into his eyes.
"Let's go then," Mike said. He and Alison rose, and Jake and Jane
followed suit. The four of them stood there, taking in the beauty of each
other's nudity. The fire cast flickering images over their bodies. The
men's penises pulsated while the girl's breasts quavered. Jane reached for
Alison's small hand and enclosed it in her palm. Alison looked at her for
encouragement.
Silently Mike left the group and walked to the bar. He returned with
a large punchbowl and set it down on the bearskin. He walked around
behind Alison and stood between her and Jane. Jane, taking her cue,
walked around the bowl so that she faced Alison, while Jake positioned
himself so that he faced Mike. All four of them now surrounded the bowl.
"I can't believe I'm about to do this," Alison said, looking down at the
waiting bowl. She brushed her hair back from her eyes.
"Let us kneel," Jane said with mock seriousness and, taking one of
Alison's hands, she urged the girl down onto her knees while she knelt
herself.
Each girl straddled her own half of the bowl, thrusting her hips
forward so that her pussy was well over the receptacle. Naturally this
brought the two girls' torsos into bodily contact with one another, and
they clasped hands and rubbed noses. The two girls, in a sudden fit of
eroticism, wiggled their breasts so that the nipples of each girl tickled
the nipples of the other. A charge of sexual electricity passed between
the pointed buds. The girls gasped. They leaned further into the bowl in
order to make their intended offering and their bosoms squashed together.
The girls knelt with their thighs perpendicular to the floor and their
upper bodies pressed together. The men stood over them, taking in the
tremendous sight. Each man eyed the pert bottom of the other's "wife,"
and felt his own need to relieve himself between those plump
hemispheres. But such was not to be the case, at least not yet.
Jane sensed the men's desires and an addition to their plans struck
her. Without leaving the bowl she reached back and just caught her purse
with her hand. She asked the men to kneel as Mike wondered what his
honey was up to.
The men got down on their knees and placed their penises over the
edge of the bowl, between the girls. Meanwhile, Jane produced a small jar
and unscrewed the lid. Inside it was full of fresh cream.
Alison needed no words to understand what Jane offered. She
tentatively dipped her fingertips into the cream, looked up at her husband
to be, and then, gaining reassurance, delved into the textured white goo.
Jane placed the open jar down into the empty bowl. Her creamed
fingers touched Jake's bristling cock. The man trembled as she lacquered
his appendage, Alison doing likewise to Mike.
After a loving interval of soft sighs and trembling utterances, both
men's members were covered with the tingling goo.
"Just a little bit," Jane warned the men.
"I have to go," Alison said, her hips twitched.
"We all do, dear," Jane said. "Just hold it in a little longer."
Each man crawled behind the bottom of his fellow's bride-to-be.
Gently they prised apart the bottom of the other's intended. Alison felt
Mike's breath on her frail shoulder as his fingers pulled apart the cheeks
of her bottom. Then he cupped her buns from beneath and urged her to
thrust out her derriere. Alison bent into Jane and Jane into Alison. Each
girl thrust out her bum as her breath caressed the cheek of the other. Each
man's breath exuded over the shoulders of his respective girl.
Mike pressed the head of his cock to Alison's waiting anus. Since his
penis was coated with cream he foregoed sliding his cock head up and
down the furrow of her bottom. He did not wish to make her any more
messy than he had to.
Alison felt the cool cream and the throbbing heat of Mike's tool
beneath it. She shuddered.
"God, this girl is tight!" Mike thought to himself. He wondered if she
had ever been taken this way before. He pressed the helmet of his penis
into her anal sphincter. The ring of muscle gave way only reluctantly.
"Push out more," Mike called out to Alison, hoping she could help him
enter her. Alison obliged, but the path was hardly less difficult.
Jake, meanwhile, was having a slightly easier time of it, but the
significant girth of his member practically took away any advantage
Jane's greater sense of relaxation afforded him. Jake realized that Alison,
being relatively tense, would probably not be able to entertain a man fully
in her behind until she had been thoroughly exhausted.
"Go easy on her," Jake called out to Mike. "I think she'll need to be
broken with a whip before you can really get into her." This remark had
the immediate effect of causing Alison to involuntarily clench her bottom,
making it even tighter. Her eyes opened wide with surprise.
"Thanks a lot pal, you did that on purpose, right?" Mike said to Jake.
Then to his own girl, Jane: "Honey, tighten up so that fucker can't get any
farther up you than I can in his babe." Jane simply sighed, her eyes closed,
a smile on her face. Clearly she was enjoying the entry, her boyfriend be
damned.
"You're sooo huge," Jane breathed wispily. Her tongue flicked out and
whetted Alison's pink cheek.
"You're sooo tight," Jake said to Jane.
"I wish I was as tight as your fiancee," Jane said. Her palms rubbed
Alison's tanned shoulders.
"She'll wish she was as tight as you after our honeymoon," Jake said.
This statement did not ease Mike's passage in the least.
"IÑI can't hold it," Alison breathed. Whether she really was
desperate to go or simply wished to change the venue was unclear. But
Jane took the blonde at her word.
"That's enough. You might come, and we wouldn't want that," Jane
said to the men. She pulled her bottom forward. Reluctantly, though less
so on Mike's part, who had made little progress, the men withdrew. Each
crawled around to one side of the girls and thrust his penis between their
tummies, where just above their pubic mounds there was a small gap
between the close pressed females.
"On the count of three," Jane announced happily. She took Jake's
penis between her fingers just behind the helmet and bent it down so that
his urine would go into the bowl Alison took Mike's rod and did likewise.
"One, two, three, pee!" Jane proclaimed. From each of the four a
sudden stream burst forth. A pool formed in the pit of the bowl and
gradually its wide base began to fill.
"One of us has to bathe in this when we're done," Jane announced
cheerily. A look of revulsion came over Alison's face. She was always the
one to fall victim to such schemes, and a "golden bath" did not appeal to
her. Jane grinned, indicating she had only made a joke.
Each person's stream finally ended. The girls remained kneeling,
wiggling their hips slightly to shake off the last drips. Alison and Jane
each still held her respective paramour's penis, and wiggled it to empty
out the last drops.
Finally the four of them rose. Again a moment of admiration for one
another came over them. The men stood there with their penises erect,
the girls softly brushing their hands over the substantial prongs of
muscle. Each man let a hand lightly caress the near cheek of each girl's
bottom, Jake with a hand on Jane and Alison and Mike with a hand on
Alison and Jane. Jane urged the penises of each man to touch the other.
Jake and Mike obeyed, and even allowed their shafts to graze one another,
exchanging the cream which coated the surface.
Suddenly both men began "sword fighting" with their dicks. The girls
let loose with screams of laughter as the men whacked away at one
another, using only their pricks.
"Settle down, settle down, men!" Jane admonished after letting a
few moments pass to enjoy the spectacle. She urged the shafts of the
men's penises together once more.
"What if you two were stranded on a deserted island and had only
each other to get off on?" Jane asked. "I'll bet you'd soon be doing
something just like this." She made the men's shafts rub together. "Come
on, I want to see you two arouse each other by rubbing your dicks
together!" The men's reluctance was tempered by the fact that they were
both in a high pitch of excitement. Hesitantly they let the shafts of their
dicks graze each other, and graze again. Then Jane took an action which
ensured the men would obey.
Jane lifted up her gooey hands and clasped Alison's breasts. She
began massaging the cream into Alison's upturned bosoms. Alison
responded, placing her own hands upon Jane's breasts.
"C'mon, do it," Jane said meanwhile, looking down at the men's pricks
and encouraging them to rub themselves together. With the sight of both
girls laving the other's breasts with cream the men were inspired to begin
really going at it with each other. Keeping their hands on the bottoms of
each girl, they thrust their hips forward and began rubbing their bristling
members furiously together. Each feared he would come on the other.
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