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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
A PARTY FOR PERVERSION
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Chapter Three
Lori, still the errant child, was halfway through mixing up the
requisite drinks when she was taken with the idea of peeking through the
curtains. Perhaps her ears had picked up a male voice outside, perhaps
she was just exercising the ever unpredictable curiosity of a juvenile. In
any event, Roger spotted her leaning forward, tits dangling and small
bottom thrust out, as she let out a gasp. Quickly she put her hand to her
mouth, but it was too late.
"What are you up to now?" Roger asked Lori hotly.
"Nothing daddy," Lori lied.
"You saw something out there, didn't you?" Roger said. "Or rather, I
think, it was some one."
"No, really, daddy," Lori said.
Jane came up behind Roger. Her hand reached around his waist and
lightly stroked his stiff penis.
"Mmmm." Jane said seductively. "Let's sit down. I want to play with
your thing."
"No." Roger said. He pulled himself away from her.
"I was just looking out at the stars, daddy," Lori pleaded. Through
the night air a man called to his dog.
"I thought so," Roger said. He walked up to Lori and seized her arm.
He briskly walked the young girl over to a couch. Lori tripped on her heels
as she went.
"No daddy, no! Please!" Lori said. Roger planted himself in the couch
and threw Lori over his knees. He raised his hand to strike her bare
bottom.
Jane appeared at Roger's side and took hold of his upraised hand. "I
want you to save her bottom for me," Jane said.
Roger looked up at Jane without speaking. Lori quivered as she lay
over his knees. Although her bottom had received a nick or two from
Roger's lash as she took down everyone's orders, those little strikes had
only produced one or two tiny pink dots on her creamy hinds. She lay over
Roger's knees with her still unblemished bottom, upturned like her face
but not pouting like her lips were. Lori touched a well polished nail to her
lips as her eyes above looked for all the world like twin pools of deep blue
water. There was apprehension in them.
"Hey, there's a really cute guy outside!" Alison, who had walked over
to the window, said. Her fingers had pulled the curtain back just far
enough to give her a view without exposing too much of her nude body.
"Cuter than me?" Jake asked. He came up behind Alison. His fingers
touched her nipples and swirled around them. His rampant penis
impressed itself into the crevice of her bottom.
"As cute as you," Alison said matter-of-factly.
"Look daddy, you know you like to save yourself," Lori was saying as
she perched uneasily atop Roger's knees. "That means there are
effectively three girls and two boys."
"And you want to even the score, eh? Well, I have a mind to just sit
her and whack you all night you little hussy!" Roger roared. He attempted
to pull his palm from Jane's grip but she held it fast.
"Is this a game you two play?" Jane asked.
"Yes, and you're welcome to participate," Roger said. "By putting
your own bottom over my knees after I finish with Lori here."
By this time Alison was waving to the man on the beach, a look of
delight on her face that was not entirely due to his presence. The man had
sensed someone was watching him, and had looked up and spotted Alison.
One of Alison's breasts, still being teased by Jake, slipped into view
between the parted curtains. The man had difficulty in the gathering dusk
making out exactly what he was seeing, but his general guess hit the mark.
The man reluctantly made to walk on when Alison cupped her hand and
waved it toward herself to indicate he should come up.
Meanwhile Roger was still sitting on the couch with Lori poised atop
his knees, but Jane had knelt down onto the couch beside him and was
engaging him in a very long, very thorough French kiss. Mike walked up
behind the coupling couple with an open jar of cream and placed one of his
knees on the couch. As Jane's bottom undulated gently before him he
dipped his fingers into the cream and began re-lacquering his dick.
By this time the young beachcomber outside had ascended the
apartment's winding staircase to it's second story porch. (There was
another apartment, owned by someone else, underneath.) The man's dog
followed him. Alison opened the curtain and then the window. She placed
her elbows on the windowsill and let her creamed breasts dangle naked in
the open air. Jake, whom she had scolded aside, stood next to her out of
view and lightly pinched her bottom.
"Hi! What's your name?" Alison cheerily enquired of the
beachcomber.
"Jason," the young man replied. His bleached, sandy curls rustled
slightly in a passing evening breeze. He was built like a seasoned
weightlifter, and his penis, bulging in his shorts, threatened to exceed
even Jake's in size.
"We're having a party and I'm engaged, but my fiancee said you could
come in if you wanted," Alison said perkily.
"That's a lie," Jake said from the shadows. His unshaven face
suddenly appeared in the window. "Don't believe a thing she tells you."
"Sure, man," the beachcomber said.
"Wait!" a female voice cried from the shadows. Jane separated
herself from Roger and pushed back Mike, who had just penetrated her anal
sphincter with half of the head of his penis. Jane disconnected her bottom
from Mike's member and padded over to the open window.
"Hi!" Jane said to the beachcomber, who at Alison's insistence had
just said that his name was Peter. Jane squeezed her own body into the
open space of the window beside Alison and the two girls stood there, side
by side, their creamed and creamy bosoms jiggling. "We should invite him
in, don't you think, Alison?"
"Yes!" the blonde cried. "After all, we're not married yet." The two
girls were obviously excited at the opportunity to show off their charms
to a man who might or might not be permitted anything more than a
longing look.
"What's come over you two?" Jake asked of the two girls, taking each
of their heads in one of his hands. Normally such a development would
have pissed him off in a major way, but the tautness of his testicles
prevented him from thinking of little else than the two nude girls in front
of him. He had already shared his future wife with his friend Mike, and in
fact she was wedded to him for the night. It was Jane that Jake really
wanted, but he knew he would only succeed with the older girl if he
acceded to some of her exhibitionistic impulses.
Roger, meanwhile, had apparently been persuaded by Lori's long kiss
to forebear spanking Lori. The teen, sensing an opportunity, sprang up
from her "daddy's" lap and tottered away on her heels. Peter glimpsed her
nude bottom as it retreated into the shadows of the apartment.
"How many girls do you have in there?" Peter asked Alison. There
was an air of incredulity in his voice.
"Three!" Alison said enthusiastically. "Do you like us?"
"Yeah!" Peter breathed. "Do you guys do this a lot?"
"I never have before," Alison said. She turned her face inquisitively
toward Jane's.
"I'm a bit more experienced than Alison here," Jane said demurely.
Mike came up behind her and rubbed his unshaven face against her clear
cheek. Jane let her eyelids close and pressed herself back against Mike.
Her hands slipped down and closed around his hips. She pulled them
forward.
"Hey, that's my girl for tonight," Jake said peevishly to Mike. "You
take Miss Chastity here. Maybe you can break her curiosity."
"Sorry!" Mike said in mock embarrassment. He separated from Jane
and stepped over to press himself into Alison. The blonde, less sensual
than Jane, merely accepted his torso pressing against her back side
without comment.
Lori appeared suddenly between the two girls.
"I'm the lady of this house and I say you can come in," Lori said
matter-of-factly. "But you've got to change into this first." She handed a
skimpy leopard skin loin cloth through the open window.
Peter was dumbfounded as he took the loincloth, but obviously
turned on.
"IÑI'd have to undress out here," Peter said.
"That's what we're waiting for," Lori said frankly. "But I promise not
to peek if you other girls don't." Alison and Jane giggled and agreed not to.
"You'll just have to take your chances with anyone who might be passing
out on the beach though," Lori said.
"If you want to join us, do it," Jane said. And with that blunt
statement she reached out and grasped the raised half of the window and
pulled it closed. A moment later and the curtains had been drawn, leaving
Peter staring at a the mute silence of a closed window that didn't even
hint at the debauchery within.
After a moment's hesitation, with his dog jumping at his feet in
ignorant anticipation of the circumstances that were about to unfold,
sensing only his master's stimulation, Peter decided to undress. He
unbuckled his belt faster than he ever had and kicked off his pants. He
peeled off his shirt and, after a moment's reflection, shucked off his
underpants. If these girls were as hot as he thought they were underpants,
much as he hated to part with them out here on the porch, would not be
needed again until morning.
Peter stood trembling, bare assed naked, intently studying the loin
cloth he had been instructed to wear.
"How the Hell do I put on this thing?" Peter was asking himself when
the porch light was flicked on. He heard giggles from inside the
apartment.
"Dammit! Turn off the fucking porch light!" Peter swore. Perhaps
this whole thing was a put on after all. But a moment later the light was
doused and Peter, his eyes adjusting once again to the light of the newly
risen moon, figured out how to tie the loin cloth around his waist.
It was a simple affair, as might have been imagined. This was a true
loin cloth, not the modest one cooked up for Tarzan matinees by
Hollywood. The loin cloth was tied at the side of the waist, and it
consisted of nothing but a triangle of hanging cloth in front and a triangle
of hanging cloth in back. Between the two triangles Peter's hips were
bare.
The triangle in back did a serviceable job of covering Peter's bare
buttocks, but the triangle in front lay atop his erect penis, the apex of the
triangle just covering his pee hole. Beneath his balls dangled freely, not
covered by anything.
Peter rapped on the sliding glass door that led off the porch. The
curtain whisked back and the door opened. Peter stepped inside, his dog
at his heels. The odor of sexual excitement came to his nostrils, mixed
with the smell of the wood that lay crackling in the fireplace.
"No dogs," Alison said to Peter. She handed him a rope. Reluctantly
Peter took the rope and led his agitated dog over to the porch railing. He
made the dog sit and looped the rope through the dog's collar and tied it.
Then, painfully aware of the display he was providing to any passersby on
the beach as he crouched in the moonlight in his loin cloth, Peter bound the
rope's free end to the porch railing. He prayed that the sliding glass door
wouldn't be locked behind him, leaving him foolishly crouched on the porch.
Acts of vandalism passed in quick succession through his mind.
Peter bade his dog be good and though the dog whined it did not bark
as he turned away. The glass door was re-opened for him and Peter
entered. The sight inside was unbelievable.
Three girls, all naked, two with their bottoms and breasts coated
with dried cream, stood in high heels awaiting his entry. Two of the three
females had a naked man beside her, gently caressing her lithe form as his
penis throbbed in anticipation.
"I may be over-dressed for this," Peter said.
"Not at all," Jane said cheerily. "We like you in your little loin
cloth."
"So what exactly were you expecting of me?" Peter asked.
"A great erection, which you obviously have," Alison smirked.
"She collects men with big dicks," Jake, who stood beside Jane, said
of Alison. Jake's fingers passed over Jane's flat tummy and pulled gently
at her pubic hair.
Roger strode forward, still dressed except for his exposed penis, a
drink in one hand and a whip in the other.
"Here, son, have some Chivas," Roger said, handing Peter the glass.
"That's quite an impressive member you've got there."
"Uh, thank you, sir," Peter said uneasily. He accepted the glass and
took a swallow. Lori, slightly shorter than the other two females and
visibly younger, beamed at him.
"Jane and I have decided that as the resident expert on the subject, I
should provide a course," Roger said aloud to the group. Jake now realized
what Jane and Roger had been discussing as Lori and Alison were peeking
at Peter undress. "The six of you shall obey my instructions that you
might learn and carry on in my stead once we have parted. I shall teach
you all manner of unusual tricks and positions that you may delight your
friends with. Are you game for such a proposition?"
"I want to fuck," Jake said impulsively. But tonight he was Jane's,
and she was adept at handling eager males.
"We must take you downtown to the Pink Pussycat and fit you with a
groin thong," Jane said to Jake. She curled her finger around the flange at
the base of the head of his penis and smiled at his wide-eyed disbelief. "I
know you're very eager, Jake, but I need you at your maximum fullness if
we're to get just the right fit for you."
"IÑI don't want a, a whatever it is you said," Jake protested.
"You just don't want one because you've never had one," Jane said.
"Roger here assures me that they're quite fun...at least for us girls."
"Fuck that," Jake said, and seized Jane's slim shoulders. He thrust
her backward down onto the rug. He mounted himself between her splayed
legs and was just positioning his penis for entry into her labia when
Roger's whip struck him hard against the buttocks.
"Eeeyow!" Jake howled. Mike, Jane's husband-to-be and more
accustomed to her predilections, seized Jake around the torso and bodily
lifted him up from Jane. Peter, not really knowing why, helped Mike. Even
Alison and Lori got in the act, although largely for show. Alison did
manage to grab hold of Jake's rod as he was pulled away, however.
"Girls, let's sponge these men off so we can take them downtown,"
Roger commanded. Jake sat in defeat on his haunches as the girls, at
Jane's direction, proceeded to the bathroom. A minute later Roger asked
Peter to accompany him.
There was the sound of splashing and something being filled as Mike
squatted down beside Jake.
"Hey old boy, don't take it too hard, Jane's done this to me before,"
Mike said consolingly. "In the end she'll pump you drier than a desert. She
just likes to tease a lot, that's all."
"Well, I'm definitely not used to waiting," Jake said.
"That's one of the things a man's got to learn," Mike replied. He was
a year older than his friend and had left the world of fast sex in the back
seat of a car behind. "You've got to let your sexual tastes mature a little.
All females love to flirt, right?"
"Yeah, but I'm pretty good at cutting through that bullshit," Jake
said. "At least I was, until you and Jane invited me and Alison here. Now
she's even making friends with other guys, like that bozo in there," Jake
said, indicating Peter, who had left with Roger.
"Jane brings out the coquette in girls," Mike admitted. "But trust me,
you won't lose Alison. She's just frisky...playful. You weren't expecting to
lose her to me, were you?"
"Hell no," Jake said. "But you've got Jane watching over you."
"And despite what you think Peter's got Lori watching over him,"
Mike said. "Roger seems to be turned on by the whole affair. Maybe he's
bi-."
"Well I'm horny," Jake said, rising. "Horny as Hell! What are they
doing in there, anyway?"
Down the hall laughing was heard as Jane, Alison and Lori filled a
large metal container with water and bubbles. Peter and Roger stood
expectantly by, their penises erect, waiting to carry the tub out to the
living room.
Jake and Mike were standing in the living room, gazing down the hall,
when Peter and Roger appeared with the tub. They struggled slightly as,
girls in tow, they carried the tub to the bearskin in front of the fire. The
girls, each carrying a dry sponge, winked beckoningly at Jake and Mike as
they passed.
All of them had recently bathed, but Jake, Mike, Alison, and Jane had
applied cream to their private parts which needed to be removed before
they went downtown to the Pink Pussycat sex emporium. The girls knelt
beside the tub and called Mike and Jake over.
The two men walked up to the girls and all three, including Lori,
dipped their sponges in the warm sudsy water and proceeded to wash the
men's genitals.
"I wish I had cream on my dick," Peter said. Lori smiled up at him
but continued her ministrations with Jake. Both men had to struggle to
keep from coming as the warmth of the sponging laved their aroused loins.
"Keep it over the bearskin," Roger cautioned, not wanting soap suds
all over his carpet. The bearskin could be rolled up and tucked away. The
carpet could not. Roger dearly wished he could lash the girls' sloping
narrow backs and jutting hindquarters. He contented himself with adding
a few logs to the fire. Peter stood amazed as he watched the spectacle
before him. This was more outrageous than anything he had encountered
before, even in supermarket porno mags. His penis ached for attention but
he knew that he was still basically a guest here among his newfound
friends. He wondered what lay in store for him at the Pink Pussycat.
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