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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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A PARTY FOR PERVERSION
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Chapter Four
The sex emporium was filled with all kinds of unique toys whose
sole purpose was to produce some bizarre sexual outcome. The demure
woman behind the counter introduced the six visitors to anal butt plugs,
vibrators, dildos of all shapes and sizes, and even a collection of rubber
ball gags.
Mike and Jake had been asked to don loincloths identical to Peter's
before departing for downtown. They had ridden barechested and barefoot
in an open convertible, wearing only their loincloths. It had been
embarrassing enough for Mike, Jake, and Peter riding along the dark roads
that along the beach to the town, but the humility really hit when they
entered the brightly lit town. Things had not, however, turned out as
uncomfortably as they had expected. CrestPointe, as it was called, was a
beach town. The most any man was wearing on that evening was swim
trunks and a t-shirt, and it was just assumed by people that Mike, Jake,
and Peter were barechested with swim trunks. Even a glance from a truck
or van into the shadowed recesses of the seat compartments in which the
men sat would have revealed only a patterned loincloth. Even the erection
was not much of a problem, as quite a few men on the streets wore "ball
hugger" swim suits which displayed prominent upthrust penises.
In fact the men were not much of an attraction compared to the
girls, who on account of their beauty received appreciative whistles from
not a few of the town's men. Most were visitors, still getting their
bearings with regard to beach life when confronted with yet more
examples of the lure of half-dressed females. Lori, Jane, and Alison wore
braless tee shirts, their nipples poking against the fabric as a result of
the cool night air. Little did the visitors suspect, however, that
underneath each flimsy shirt was a translucent corset. Lori wore a pink
ribbon in her hair to match her pink corset, Jane a black ribbon to match
hers, and Alison a white one. None of the girls wore panties or stockings.
The garters of their corsets dangled uselessly but alluringly in the
vicinity of their pussies. Now, of course, the girls were seated, and each
had brushed her loose garters off the top of her thighs in order to reduce
the chances of their being noticed. The girls sat with backs straight,
jutting their bosoms forth so that their ample cleavage might block a
man's view down into the car and between their legs. They attempted to
look as nonchalant as possible. Roger had forbid the girls crossing their
legs, fearing that they might thereby provide stimulation to their
clitorises. The men, of course, did not cross their legs either.
Roger had insisted that the girls sit up front and the men in back. He
didn't totally trust the girls in their current state of arousal, and didn't
want to be seen driving through town with a trio of self-stimulating,
orgasming girls in the back seat. He doubted the men would choose to
masturbate themselves. They were having trouble holding on to their
semen, and certainly wouldn't spill it and possibly miss out on the
pleasures which lay ahead.
"How much longer?" Lori asked Roger breathlessly. Roger took note
of the fact that the girl had not asked how much further, but rather how
much longer. Clearly she was eager to get inside the Pink Pussycat and
hoped to find release there. Roger made no response and Lori extended her
hand to Roger's penis, which still stuck lewdly out of his tuxedo. She
thumbed the dollop of pre-cum on the tip of his penis, but he brushed her
hand away. He was not about to cheat when everyone else was behaving so
nicely. Lori looked at him with her big eyes and sucked the pre-cum off
her finger.
"We'll arrive before you come," Roger said, squeezing Lori's thigh.
Its flesh shone palely in the moonlight as they crossed between two
sections of the town. The car bumped over a set of railroad tracks and the
girls let out a squeal.
The convertible parked directly in front of the sex shop. The store
was off the beaten path of the town, not in a red light district as might be
expected. It nestled in the business district of the town, some distance
from the bustling beach front, between a small collection of smoked glass
multi-story buildings. Though crowded by day, this district was deserted
at night.
Leading up to the door of the sex shop was a pink carpet which, due
to the curling up of its ends, appeared only recently unfurled. The carpet
was plush and appeared immaculate. The sidewalk on which it lay was
well swept. The emporium itself was subdued, with only a small neon
sign reading "Pink Pussycat." Obviously the store catered to the majority
of its customers during the day; the business crowd.
Roger insisted that everyone get out on the carpeted side of the
street, in other words directly on to the sidewalk, that he might keep his
restored convertible as clean as possible. The girls asked the men to walk
behind them so that their behinds might not be noticed by anyone. The
men, barely better attired themselves, consented. Peter found himself
staring down at Lori's naked bottom as she sashayed into the sex
emporium.
"I hope they have lots of fun toys here," Lori said over her shoulder
to Peter.
"I have a fun toy right between my legs," Peter responded.
The small group was met by an older woman in a black cire dress
with a choker neckline that hugged her every curve and revealed her every
move. She locked the glass door behind them, as at night a visit to the
shop was by appointment only.
"My, what a nice little gaggle of damsels you have here, Roger," the
woman, named Miriam, complimented. "Off with your shirts, girls, that I
might fit you with a selection of bras, panties, and stockings." Despite
having never met Miriam before the girls pulled off their tee shirts at
once. Their breasts jiggled alluringly as they were freed from the taut
cotton.
Miriam then walked up to Jake and Mike and, giving a little coo of
admiration, lifted the triangles of cloth which lay atop their erect
penises.
"I'll enjoy fitting those," Miriam said. Gently she lay the cloth
triangles back atop the men's cocks and turned to Peter.
"My, you may have the best of all," Miriam said as she lifted his
loincloth.
"You can rub it if you like," Peter said hopefully.
"May I suck it?" Miriam asked.
"Now Miriam," Roger cautioned. "He might come."
"You're a big boy, aren't you?" Miriam asked Peter frankly.
"I, I think so," Peter stuttered.
"Good," Miriam said, and knelt demurely and lifted his penis to her
lips. For a moment the group could only stand in shocked silence as one of
their number's members slipped between the lips of the woman in black.
This scene quickly became too much for Jake and Mike, who turned on the
girls and insisted that they kneel and do likewise. Roger found himself
looking around for a whip as Jane invited Lori to kneel and help her service
Jake's big penis. Alison, charged with pleasuring Mike's slightly smaller
member, knelt and began the arduous task of attempting to swallow it.
Roger located a whip but Miriam, looking up momentarily from
Peter's member, told him not to use it. Nearby Alison gasped for breath
over Mike's dick as she swallowed it down, while Jane and Lori competed
to see who could lick Jake's penis in the longest single stroke of the
tongue. A moment later Miriam rose.
"Enough!" Miriam called out. Alison was still attempting to absorb
Mike's girth, and Lori and Jane did not appear to eager to forfeit their
living toy in order to inspect plastic ones instead. Miriam, however,
seized Alison's frail shoulders and pulled her to her feet. Then, with
Alison's help (for she didn't want her friends to have fun if she couldn't),
Miriam pulled up Lori and Jane.
"Alright, girls and boys, it's time for our little tour," Miriam
announced. She took the lead and Roger, whip in hand to strike an errant
move on the part of the 'girls and boys,' took up the rear. Roger found
himself staring at the alluring naked bottoms of the females as they
tottered off, and his eye was even drawn to the compact buttocks of the
men. He imagined himself inserting a butt plug up Peter's bottom, or
subjecting the young man to an enema. Perhaps it would be Lori who
administered an enema to Peter, while Roger whipped their backs,
bottoms, and legs. The thought made Roger's protruding penis tingle.
The men's genitals waggled as they walked, and Miriam, in between
pointing out various devices, thought the spectacle might be more
complete if the men were rid of their loincloths. The cloths were cute,
but nothing beat a totally exposed penis. Miriam stopped the boys and
wordlessly undid their loincloths. The patterned skins fluttered to the
floor. The saliva of the girls glistened as it dried on their members.
"Enjoy your freedom," Miriam said to the boys. "Soon your genitals
will be outfitted in leather." The boys by this time were so smitten by the
allure of the experienced older woman that they made no protest. A
similar statement made by one of the girls would have elicited only a
grunt of displeasure and, most likely, a quick rape. But now the magic of
the sex emporium had all save Miriam and Roger in its grip, and the bodies
of the youths was essentially at the disposal of the two adults to do with
as they pleased.
The girls' ample breasts jiggled as they were led through the shop
and had its various delights pointed out. Miriam pointed out several pair
of nipple clamps, and invited the girls try them on. Jane affixed the
clamps to Lori who, despite her brief association with Roger, had never
experienced them before.
"Ouch," Lori winced. "I don't like them!" Alison was similarly
displeased as Mike and Jake introduced her to the clamps.
"Pleasure and pain, that's what it's all about," Jane said to Lori. "But
I'll take them off for now. Later though you may not have a choice." Lori
made to ask why but received a meaningful glance from Miriam. Lori bit
her lip and said nothing.
As the tour continued it was evident that, at least as far as Alison
and Lori were concerned, their emotions now consisted not only of lustful
desire but a trace of fear. While the men were smitten with Miriam, the
girls, due to their gender, were not.
The spirits of the girls picked up when Miriam asked them to help
her outfit the men with various leather appliances designed exclusively
for their cocks and balls. There were a bewildering assortment of leather
tubes, thongs, and pouches. Some made the men wince, others threatened
to make them come. Finally the girls settled on little spandex tubes
which sheathed all of the man's penis except his head. These were tied off
in a little bow behind the man's testicles, which themselves were
enclosed in a small pouch. The pouch did not allow sufficient room for the
man's testicles to descend, which hardly mattered since all the men's
balls were taut anyway.
After the men had been taken care of Miriam proceeded to help the
girls into a variety of bras. Many were of leather, and not a few supported
the breast while allowing the nipple to remain free. Finally each girl, at
the suggestion of her man (Lori accepting the advice of Peter), was fitted
with a spandex bra which allowed just the erect buds of the nipples to
freely protrude. The girls looked slightly silly with their erect little
nipples sticking out from otherwise covered breasts.
Boots followed, these having been decided upon instead of stockings.
The girls slipped off their high heels and had their legs sheathed in a
variety of colors and styles of boots. Finally Alison chose boots which
came up to her thighs, as did Jane, while Lori picked out a little pair of
cowboy boots, complete with spurs and a matching scarf which she tied
about her neck.
Then it was on to panties. Silk panties, leather panties, crotchless
panties, panties which left only a hole large enough for the tiny clitoris.
The latter were what the girls settled on, surreptitiously letting their
respective man brush the budding nub with his fingertips.
By this time everyone was aroused and ready for a tour of what
Miriam tactfully referred to as her 'recalcitrant room.' This proved to be
an assemblage of appliances that looked like they had been left over from
a Medieval film. Alison was persuaded to allow herself to be bound to a
large wooden X, while Lori with her cowboy motif was invited to mount a
saddle which straddled a slim metal box. As Lori was helped into the
saddle she failed to notice that in the middle of it a small hole had been
cut between the sides of which was the rounded nub of a dildo. To make
the appearance complete Jenny put a bit into Lori's little mouth and
invited Peter to hold the reins.
Once Alison was bound Mike gagged her and then proceeded to fit her
with tiny nipple clamps. Jane, meanwhile, while happy to assist Alison
and Lori, was herself reluctant to try out the equipment. Jake was her
partner for the night, however, and between his brawn and Miriam's
comforting assurances the brunette was settled into an apparatus that
could only be described as a stock on its back.
Jane was helped out of her boots by Jake, who breathed on her
clitoris as he divested her legs. Jane then stepped into the leg holes of
the stock and felt it clamp around her upper thighs. She felt little
trepidation as she was bent forward, sure that her spandex panties, which
could not be removed except by being stepped out of and left only her tiny
clitoris exposed, would protect her.
Jane was bent until her torso was parallel to the floor. Then her
arms were introduced to arm holes, which clamped around her upper arms.
The size of the holes was adjustable so that no leeway need be left for
one to escape. Jane caught a last look at Jake's massive penis as her head
was introduced to the stock, and this proved to be a shock. While there
was a floor below Jane's legs and hands, there was nothing beneath her
face! Below her she could see the basement. Suddenly Jane realized that
she had been enclosed in a soundproof box, with the hole cut below her
face to provide her sufficient air from the basement. Jane let out a gasp
as the stock closed about her neck. She felt a finger feeling her neck to
insure that the hole in the stock was not so tight that it choked her.
Jane felt something at the band of her leather panties. Suddenly she
felt the blunt side of a pocket knife inside her panties. The panties were
being cut away by a knife! Jane felt very exposed as she felt the warm air
of the emporium return to her buttocks and wash over them. The thought
of Jake's big penis flitted through her mind. This time he would surely
take her up her bottom, and she would not have the luxury of controlling
his entry!
"You owe me for one pair of panties," Miriam said as the last of the
spandex covering Jane's bottom gave way to the knife.
"Sold!" Roger said.
"How would you like to take her, up her pussy or her bottom?" Miriam
asked Jake. Her alluring face was upturned to his, her eyes looking deep
into his.
"Either, as long as I can come," Jake said.
"Well if you want to take Jane up her bottom we'd better remove that
leather sheath around your penis," Miriam said. "You're thick enough as it
is."
"Thank God," Jake sighed.
"May I have the honor?" Miriam asked.
"You're the one who tied it," Jake replied.
Miriam knelt between Jake's hairy thighs, facing his bottom. She
inhaled the musky scent exuding from his warm buttocks as she set to the
knot with her fingernails. Although Miriam worked for several minutes,
she made no headway.
"I'm afraid it's knotted. I'll have to cut it off," Miriam said finally to
Jake with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.
"What?!" Jake cried. But there was no other way about it. The girls,
who might have helped, were all bound. And Roger was a best a co-
conspirator in this little turn of events.
Miriam matter-of-factly took her flashing pocket knife to Jake's
loins. The man stood perspiring as the spandex was cut away. Miriam
appeared to be taking her time, which was either to afford Jake as much
protection as possible or herself as much delight as she could. Finally
Jake breathed a sigh of relief and the spandex fell into Miriam's palm.
"Would you like yours off too?" Miriam asked Peter.
"I'm not sure I do," Peter replied.
"Come, come, young man, let's see how that penis of yours has fared
inside its spandex prison," Roger said, taking the knife. "Miriam, allow
me to do the honors."
"No way," Peter said, backing away. "It's Miriam or nothing!"
"Oh, alright," Roger sighed. He returned the knife to Miriam. "I'll
content myself with providing a little entertainment to our friend here."
By this Roger meant Lori, who sat bitted and bound atop the fake 'horsey.'
Lori's ankles and knees were bound to the horse's stirrups and the straps
which the stirrups dangled from. Her wrists had been playfully tied by
Peter to the pummel at the front of the saddle.
Roger pressed a recessed button on the slim box which supported the
saddle. The saddle began bucking gently. As Miriam cut Peter loose Roger
pressed a second button, and Lori's eyes widened. The nub in the saddle
began to protrude. At first Lori was delighted, and rubbed her little
clitoris over the slowly rising nub. But when she realized that it was
more than a mere protrusion she straightened her knees and lifted her
bottom, with some unsteadiness due to the bucking, up out of the saddle.
Of course Lori's feet and hands were tied down, so all she could do was
look in horror as the protrusion extended further and further, revealing a
slim, blunt rod, with a crown atop it just like a penis.
"See those little steps on either side of the metal box, on the floor
behind where the saddle is?" Miriam asked Peter, who had just been freed
from his spandex.
"That and much more," Peter said.
"I want you to stand back there, straddling the box, and enter Lori's
bottom," Miriam instructed.
"Is that thing safe?" Peter asked of the rod which was ominously
sliding out of the center of the saddle toward Lori's labia.
"As safe as Lori wants it to be," Miriam smiled. "Although when it is
fully extended Lori will have accepted at least a half inch of it, whether
she wants to or not. Now do as I said." Peter walked up to the slim metal
box and straddled it. He accepted a soft towel beneath his balls from
Miriam as he settled on the box. The saddle's flanged back proved to be
detachable, and Peter pulled it off and tossed it aside.
"Hi, honeybuns," Peter whispered into Lori's ear as he nestled his
loins into her bottom. Lori looked back at him frantically, as if to wave
him off, but Peter had waited too long to desist now. Besides, he knew it
was Lori who had turned the light on him when he had been naked on the
back porch of the apartment.
Miriam took a jar of cream from Jake, who had just finished
greasing himself up and was intently pushing the head of his penis into
Jane's bottom. Miriam walked over to Peter and made to cream his rod.
"Don't do me, I'll come for sure," Peter cautioned, excitement on his
every breath. "Do it up her bottomhole." Miriam obeyed, creaming her
finger and then gently wiggling it into Lori's bottom. The head of Peter's
throbbing penis brushed her wrist repeatedly as Miriam worked her finger
up Lori. Finally the girl was creamed as well as she could be, given the
constricting environs, and Peter began to work the crest of his penis into
her anus. It was slow, tedious work, but Peter was glad of that as he
needed time to try to cool himself down before engaging Lori's tight
rectum.
Miriam placed her creamy palm on the ever-extending rod on the
horsey and laved it with glistening white goo. Lori, despite her
apprehension, was growing visibly weary. She could not keep her pussy up
in the air much longer. Peter's hands were still at her bottom cheeks,
prying them apart. Lori hoped when Peter had breached her anal sphincter
he might provide some support to her thighs, keeping her bottom up in the
air so that it would not have to take the grisly rod rising from the saddle.
Miriam started by creaming the head of the rod, knowing as she did
that it would be the first to breach Lori's labia and, due to the length of
the rod, it could not be escaped. As Miriam proceeded down the shaft she
noticed the rod pushing against Lori's labia lips. The rod was now nearing
full extension, and it could be escaped no longer. Lori stretched her legs
as much as she could, but there was no resisting the rod. Lori tried
moving her crotch to the side, or frontward, or backward, but she could
not escape the pressure of the rod and had to assent to letting it go up the
only place it could. Peter pulled Lori back against him, and the rod
pressed insistently into the top of her upper thigh, finally forcing her to
slide back directly over it where it could gain entry to her vagina. The rod
was almost painful as it pressed upon her labia lips, then suddenly Lori
was right over it and it pressed home into the crevice of her little love
pouch.
Lori gasped, her eyes wide. The rod was now sliding greasily up her,
while Peter toiled at her bottom. His head was now in, and he was forcing
his shaft in behind it. Lori was able to pull his hands from her bottom
cheeks and put them beneath her thighs, were he could support her weight
and protect her from the full length of the horse's artificial rod. Peter
thrust his hips forward, using them in an attempt to support Lori as well.
He himself was not too sure about the horse's rod, although it did have the
delightful effect of actually encouraging Lori to have him press himself in
as close as he could to her. Peter wondered if Miriam had arranged for
Lori to choose the horse to cause her to provide the maximum assistance
to her own anal deflowering. It was quite unusual for a girl this tight to
actually be assisting the man up her bottom. Normally such a girl would
have wailed and protested and done her best to fend such an entry off.
Now, however, Lori needed Peter's support to stay off the more horrid
prospect of being impaled on the horse's penis.
By now Mike was at Alison's pussy, pressing his hips in to her as he
entered her vaginally. He had even removed her nipple clamps, though only
to allow himself to suck upon her little pink buds. Dry melted wax trailed
over Alison's body where Mike had dripped hot candle wax on her.
Miriam gently frigged Roger as they watched the spectacle of the
three young couples unfold before them. Each man was zealously plugging
his appointed girl, and the girl, whether she would have rather flirted
some more or not, was receiving. Suddenly Miriam decided to give an
enema to Peter as he continued working his way up Lori.
"Try not to come," Miriam said to Peter a few minutes later as she
introduced a well oiled cone between his buttocks. Peter found the
sensation both tantalizing and painful, but was intent on entering Lori's
bottom and could do little to stop Miriam. Peter could have pulled himself
out of Lori and driven Miriam off, but he did not want to give up the
progress he had already achieved. He knew he could not stave up coming
much longer, and wanted to be as far up Lori as possible when that
inevitable moment arrived.
Mike cried out as he orgasmed, followed closely by Jake. This
obviously did little to assist Peter to keep from coming himself.
"You're the best," Miriam whispered in Peter's ear. "You've lasted the
longest." Peter was stunned at this, as he was the youngest and least
experienced in sexual matters. But somehow he had held onto his seed the
longest. Miriam was still working the cone up Peter's buttocks, which
were clenched due to his continued striving to fully enter Lori, when the
woman cupped Peter's testicles. She squeezed them gently and urged him
to ejaculate.
"She's taken all she can of you," Miriam breathed to Peter. "Come in
her and make her feel the hot juices of your loins." No doubt Miriam knew
Lori's limits and did not want to see Peter hurt her. Peter gave a small,
final thrust and suddenly began expelling his sperm. Lori flung back her
head as she felt the hot seed flood her rectum. She gave out a cry, muffled
by the bit. Miriam rubbed Peter's balls and with her other hand gave a few
final, futile prods on the enema, still unable to work much more than its
pointed tip inside him.
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