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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
PUSSY PLAYLAND
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Chapter Two
ÒWake up, silly!Ó I heard a female voice urge. A slap hit my belly. I
stirred. In my mind I was wondering at a teacherÕs question at school.
Dreamily I sucked on my fingertip and considered raising my hand.
Somehow, in my dream, I knew if I raised my hand my t-shirt was so short
that it would lift up and show my boobies.
And then I found myself staring into TabithaÕs eyes. ÒIÕm sorry, I
thought I had the answer,Ó I said sleepily. Was she my teacher?
ÒWhat answer?Ó she asked. I felt her fingers press into my pussy
lips and knew, at last, where I was. She slapped my tummy again.
ÒI know youÕre young and blonde and cute,Ó Tabitha said to me
seriously. ÒBut youÕre going to have to participate in our activities just
like everyone else.Ó Tabitha said.
ÒOkay,Ó I lisped. I sucked my finger innocently. She slapped my
breasts. ÒOWwoooo!Ó I cried. ÒThat hurt.Ó
ÒNo excuses,Ó Tabitha said. Her eyes drank in my 14-year-old figure.
ÒYou have the body for it. Lean and firm, tanned, with nice big breasts
that I know must give your mother fits. Get up, honey. WeÕre going to have
a contest!Ó
She permitted me a little stretch and then I got up out of the bed.
Seeing a mirror, I ran my hands through my hair. She took my hand and
tugged at it.
ÒCanÕt I at least freshen up?Ó I asked her.
ÒWhy bother? YouÕre just going to get fucked again,Ó she smiled. My
belly full of AlexÕs sperm, I walked with her hand-in-hand out to the
living room. It was dark, save for the fire in the fireplace where everyone
was huddling around. IÕd noticed a chill getting out of the bed. Now I
realized someone had turned off the heat and opened a window to let the
night air in. It was cold, blowing in off the sea. I thought I heard a boat in
the distance sound its horn. It was a warning, to other ships, but I
wondered if it might be meant by God to warn me too. After all, I knew
nobody here, except my rotten, cheating (and hunky) boyfriend Alex.
There in the warm heat of the flames sat all the party guests. Well,
not all of them, I realized, as I heard a moan and a groan from somewhere
upstairs. The smart crack of a whip followed. Somebody was still at it.
Despite the ominous cracking of the whip, which continued, everyone round
the fire was buck naked. Their bare skin shone like amber, healthy and
young. Even the older men seemed more like college kids in the light of
the flames. Amidst the fire a clothesline of sorts held all our swimsuits.
They were strung up on an iron pole that ran crosswise above the flames.
Bikini panties, bras, and even the menÕs Speedos hung gracefully over the
fire. Some had merely been flopped over the pole while others had been
carefully tied. I realized the pole must have been inserted into the hearth
after the clothes had been tied to it. I realized, though, that it had been
set too close to the flames just to dry our suits. One by one, I saw that
the swimsuits were being burned up by the flames. They licked from
below, picking their targets seemingly at random. I spied my own bra and
undies hanging down over the fire.
ÒNo! ThatÕs my panties!Ó I cried out. PeopleÕs heads turned. They
saw my expression and laughed. A girl took a small piece of wood and
tossed it onto the flames. They rose higher, singed my undies. I gasped.
The crotch of my undies took fire and a hole burnt through them. Then my
bra caught fire. In just a few seconds my precious bikini went up in
flames. The girl whoÕd thrown the wood on the fire had a stick in the
other hand, with a marshmallow on it, and she extended the stick into the
flames where my panties were burning. She browned her marshmallow
under them. In a moment they were nothing but char. They fell as ashes
onto her marshmallow and she had to shake her marshmallow to try to get
the sprinkling of ashes off it. A girl with a hot dog speared on a stick
extended it into the fire. The hot dog began broiling within the flames as
panties caught fire above it.
A man rose. I guessed theyÕd all been fucking like bunnies out here
because he, as well as the other men, were Ôtamed,Õ as they say, in their
crotches. His cock hung down limply and his balls extended down like
churchbells on ropes. They swung with his every step, loose and satisfied.
He walked up to Tabitha and embraced her. She lifted her chin and let him
kiss her neck, boldly but submissively, as if he longed to serve her
womanly needs. She smiled at me. Freely, sensing he would not be
refused, he pushed his hips against hers and ground his thing into her bush.
Delicately she withdrew her hand from mine and patted his buttocks.
Suddenly, I saw her blush. His thing was standing up! She felt it rise
between her legs, inspired by the freedom of the moment, and he gleefully
rubbed its length between the lips of her cunt.
ÒExcuse me a minute, dear,Ó Tabitha said to me, still blushing. She
drew back a little, not quite depriving the manÕs cock, but withdrawing far
enough so that just the tip of his pole touched her cunny. ÒSir, I donÕt
believe weÕve met,Ó Tabitha said to the man. She touched a finger to his
lips. Greedily he took her finger into his mouth and sucked it as if he were
somehow going to give it a blow job.
ÒIÕm Frank,Ó he answered.
ÒDo I excite you, Frank?Ó Tabitha asked. With her face still flushed
she looked down at his thing poking at her as he sucked on her finger.
ÒI want,Ó Frank said gruffly. He moved his mouth back to TabithaÕs
neck and I watched as he slowly gave her a hickey. She gulped. Her throat
was slim and swan-like. Then his lips trailed down to her breasts. He
closed his teeth over her nipple.
ÒDonÕt, Frank,Ó Tabitha begged, but he slowly bit into her until she
was forced to scream. He opened his mouth then, and Tabitha withdrew
her wounded teat and looked at it.
ÒIÕm sorry,Ó Frank replied. He put his lips to her bosom again and
suckled it. For a moment I thought he was a little baby, he looked so
tender-hearted. Tabitha moaned and begged him to take more of her breast
into his mouth. But he concentrated just on her nipple, mouthing and
licking and slurping and, most of all, sucking it as if he had not a mouth
but a vacuum.
TabithaÕs eyes begged. I moved to her and took her other breast in
my mouth, brushing FrankÕs groping hand out of the way. Gently I sucked
on her nipple as if it were candy and I were a 5-year-old girl. Tabitha
sighed deeply. I felt her belly and it seemed to ripple beneath my fingers.
Her own hand moved over my tummy, patted it, then slid lower to find my
clit. I was forced to widen my stance to let her play with me. Our hero,
meanwhile, thrust his hips back and forth so that he could pleasure his
cockshaft within the lips of TabithaÕs cunny. He had not entered her yet.
Reaching down, I found his thing and felt its hugeness and realized he
must be waiting for something.
Tabitha stepped back. He let her go. He did not stop her. When sheÕd
retreated far enough to be free of FrankÕs inquiring cock she gazed at him.
He was hung like a donkey and had bulging pecs and biceps to match.
ÒYouÕre quite a sailor!Ó she said to him. Her eyes were bright. The fire
danced in them.
ÒHow did you know IÕm in the Navy?Ó Frank asked.
ÒYour tattoo, dear. Not too many men would have an anchor tattooed
on their penis with ÒUSNÓ marked out on it unless they were.Ó He glanced
down at himself. I gasped. Right there, on his risen penis, was a small
anchor and ÒUSN.Ó It was about halfway down his cockshaft, tattooed
right next to the big vein that fed blood and nutrients down to the tip of
his dick.
ÒOh yeah,Ó Frank said. ÒWe get bored at sea sometimes.Ó
ÒWell, just to be safe, IÕm going to insist that you wear a condom,Ó
Tabitha told him. She took his hand and drew him toward the counter that
separated the living room from a small kitchen. There, next to a bowl full
of pretzels, was a bowl with condoms in it. Most of the condoms were
gone but someone had, at least, filled the pretzel bowl. I took one and
squirted some mustard on it and popped it into my mouth.
ÒI donÕt have AIDS!Ó Frank protested. ÒTheyÕd kick me out of the
Navy if I did.Ó
ÒMmmhmmm, but you do have a girl in every port,Ó Tabitha smiled.
She picked out a very big looking condom. ÒWith a cock like that donÕt tell
me you donÕt, dear,Ó she added. Frank grinned sheepishly.
ÒIÕm not unpopular,Ó he said. TabithaÕs smile widened, making her
look almost embarrassed as she took a squirt bottle of lubricant from the
counter and shot its contents into the condom. Then, placing the little
rolled up ring of rubber over the tip of his dick, she lovingly filled his
cock with it, unrolling it down him until most of his shaft (but not quite
all of it!) was enclosed within the unwrapped condom.
ÒThere! You look like Mr. Popularity himself,Ó Tabitha said with a
laugh. She batted his condom-sheathed dick with her hand and watched as
it wiggled back and forth like a big cellophane-wrapped sausage. ÒNow,
where shall I put it?Ó Tabitha grinned. She was still blushing and I
realized she felt silly and awkward, like a kid, playing with such a big
thing that she knew she was going to be humping and moaning and
screaming on in just a few minutes.
ÒTake him in the ass, Tabitha!Ó someone called from the fireplace.
There was a round of laughter. Tabitha smiled at the group and then
looked bashfully at me.
ÒWill you lick me while he pumps my butt?Ó Tabitha asked me
matter-of-factly. I gulped and felt my pretzel catch in my throat. I
coughed. Tabitha patted my back.
ÒOkay,Ó I wheezed.
We moved to the middle of the room. Tabitha brought the lubricant
along with her because we all knew sheÕd need lots of it to take such a big
man up her butt. Frank caressed her bottom as she walked. It was small
and tight and rolled atop her legs like a balloon.
ÒGet a sheet or something from the bed. I donÕt want to get rug
burns,Ó Tabitha told me.
ÒOkay!Ó I said. I ran from the room. I felt my boobies swinging as I
ran. Track at junior high was never like this! I dashed to a hallway closet
and opened it and found a big pile of clean white sheets stacked inside. I
ran back into the room. The guests admired my poise and my bounciness as
I came loping back into the room.
ÒSomeone should do her too,Ó I heard a womanÕs voice say. Two men
rose from the fire and before IÕd even reached Tabitha they were following
me across the room, just walking, their big schlongs growing even as they
came toward me. Pretending not to notice them, I unfolded the sheet for
Tabitha and unfurled it and let it settle onto the rug. Then I got down on
all fours on it and smoothed out all the wrinkles. Tabitha, grinning,
watched me and squirted lubricant all over FrankÕs dick at the same time.
ÒOkay, IÕm ready!Ó I said cheerily to Tabitha, grinning up at her. I
remained kneeling on the sheet. I paid no attention to the two interlopers
behind me. But I had no doubt that their things were quite erect by now,
for I saw TabithaÕs eyes involuntarily move from me to the menÕs pricks
and then back again. She gulped a little gulp. Then she got down on all
fours and we kissed to console each other.
ÒDonÕt let him hurt me,Ó she said quietly to me. ÒKeep your hands
free and if I cry out too much, grab his dick and keep it from going into my
hole anymore.Ó
ÒHeÕs going to be awful slick,Ó I said to her. My eyes were wide.
ÒWell, try your best. YouÕll be right there underneath me,Ó Tabitha
said.
ÒOkay,Ó I answered. Boy, was this strange! Just a few hours ago IÕd
been wondering what a sex club was like. Now I was being put in charge of
saving the hostess!
Tabitha watched me with soft, bedroom eyes as I got down onto my
back. She remained kneeling, her back straight. She widened her knees on
the sheet so I could fit underneath her. Once I was settled I reached up
and fingered apart the lips of her cunt.
ÒUm, I guess I should say hello to your hole,Ó I offered. She was wet
and I poked a finger into her just to feel what it was like. Tabitha bit her
lip and did not try to stop my probings. Then, feeling frisky, she bent
forward and collapsed her legs and let her cunny come settling right down
to my mouth. Simultaneously I felt her own fingers and tongue drop down
to frig me even as I was doing her.
ÒOh!Ó I gasped. I felt TabithaÕs hands part my lips and her tongue
poke at me like some wet snake.
ÒGet each other wet,Ó Frank announced above us. I looked up past the
bulging rim of TabithaÕs bottom and saw his maleness hanging ominously
over us. But for the condom, IÕm sure he would have dripped precum right
into my eyes! Silently I thanked Tabitha for insisting on it. The rubber
was sheer, though, and through it I could see his big cock with its veins
all pulsing and ready to fuck.
TabithaÕs lips lapped at my cunt. I bucked up at her. She shoved her
twat down on my mouth and begged me from some muffled, far away place
to lick her like crazy. I smelled her womanly scent. I knew she could
smell me. There was a sprinkling of her on my tongue. At the same time I
felt myself offer up a potion of my own. We nuzzled, we licked, we ate.
Within minutes the two of us were thrashing on the sheet as we fed
within each otherÕs pussies like starving Somalis. Above us the men
stood, waiting, watching. I knew they must be enthralled by our
performance because Frank seemed to grow even bigger before my eyes.
His poor condom actually rose back up his shaft, partway, as his thing
within grew to greater proportions. I reached up and fingered TabithaÕs a-
hole. Frank bent low and put the nozzle of the bottle of lubricant to her
hiney. He squirted. I helpfully rubbed the squirtings around. I know Tabby
could feel me because she vengefully dug even deeper into me with her
tongue. I screamed. I gasped and screamed again. In retaliation I begged
from her muff for more lubricant. Frank complied, happily, squirting her
a-hole some more. With my fingertips I pushed the lubricant inside her
hole. Tabitha bucked atop my face. I knew she wanted it now. Frank did
too. As he presented himself to her I licked ever more feverishly to keep
her swooning. She spread her thighs even more widely upon my face and I
helpfully pulled back her butt cheeks to make her as open as possible. I
watched with big eyes as Frank introduced first his pee hole to her, then
his indriving cockhead, and finally, as she screeched at his size, the shaft
of his penis, shoving the flange of his head past her sphincter as if he
were an executioner. Impaled on him, Tabitha lost her will to fuck my
pussy and rubbed her cheek on it instead. My muff became a pillow to her.
A place of refuge and consolation. She breathed hard on my clit as Frank
drove himself more deeply into her. She bit at the fleecy curls of my muff
and grazed on them like a sheep.
Frank was massive and remorseless. He did not think of anything but
himself. Drawing out only a little to give her relief, he burrowed anew
into TabithaÕs hole. She bleated sheeplike, as he found yet unopened
depths within her. In and out he moved, each time going deeper, never
pulling himself all the way out. Tabitha bounced on my mouth and licked
consolingly at my pussy. She wanted him, she loved his largeness, the
challenge of it, yet the actual taking of him was proving quite difficult. I
kept my tongue working quickly over her clit to give her as much relief as
possible. She spent again and again on my cheeks.
Meanwhile, the two males whoÕd followed me to the sheet were
finding themselves too excited to wait any longer. I felt their big palms
settle onto my thighs. They drew me apart, as if I were just a doll or a
piece of furniture that could be moved at will. I felt a blunt object butt
rudely against my cunny. TabbyÕs face seemed to be moved aside, held,
restrained. I tried to close my legs but it was too late. Not even knowing
the name of the man who wanted me, not even really seeing his face in the
darkness, I suddenly felt his manhood come spearing into me.
ÒAaaaack!Ó I shouted. Too late! He forced himself in deeper and I
felt as if he might split me in two. IÕd not seen his full size. Perhaps he
was as big as Frank! My eyes lost their vision a moment as the man at my
cunny shoved himself in me. Deeper he went, then deeper still. HeÕd lubed
himself, I realized, and inside my wetness I had only my virgin tightness
to stop him. I gripped with my belly, it was not enough. He was wilful and
strong and determined. I felt him slide up within me and I gasped into
TabithaÕs cunt. She responded by rubbing herself on me. Frank seemed to
like seeing me raped and he began pumping TabithaÕs bottom.
Soon Tabitha and I were both full and the men had us right where
they wanted us. With happy strokes they both began pumping. I felt like a
farm animal brought to the barn for inseminating. The males were eager
to spurt, to relieve themselves. They fucked with abandon. I licked Tabby
to keep her happy even as she licked at me. We cried out amidst our licks.
The third male, left out, stood over our tableaux and rubbed himself. As
we felt our two suitors come within us he spurted out his own reward. He
swung his dick around to make sure we all got some. Sperm fell in my hair
and in TabithaÕs lovely locks and even got on the men! They shouted at him
to stop, but of course he was too happy to. As soon as he was done he
withdrew. He didnÕt want to have to face Frank or the other male after
sperming them against their will!
Many minutes later our course was complete. Kissing each other a
final time, Tabitha and I rose up from the sheet. We took to our feet
unsteadily. Two girls came up to help us. Our lovers were gone. TheyÕd
enjoyed their spending and returned to the fire. I glanced at them. Frank
was busily roasting a wienie and the other male, whose name I did not
know, was getting himself licked off by a girl.
ÒI think we should go hop in the tub,Ó Tabby confessed to me. I
looked at her. There was sperm all in her hair and down her back and,
thanks to Frank, leaking out her bottom. I reached down and touched
myself. Cum was seeping out of my pussy and running down my thighs.
ÒYeah, tub time,Ó I agreed. We smiled. Hand in hand we went to the
bathroom where, to our surprise, we found Beth and Francis. Sunk within a
tubfull of bubbles that came up to their boobs, they were playing with a
whip. Francis struck BethÕs boob lightly with the strand of leather.
ÒOuch!Ó Beth exclaimed. But she did not try to protect her bosoms.
They both looked up at us as we entered the bathroom.
ÒUh, hi! Can we join you?Ó Tabitha asked.
ÒSure, if you donÕt mind getting your nipples whipped!Ó Beth replied.
Tabitha struck her again, actually hitting her nipple this time, and Beth
shouted out a pained cry.
ÒOh, you two are just being silly!Ó Tabitha said dismissively.
Francis, whose hands were still dry, reached over amidst the towels and
bath oils piled on the rim of the tub and picked up a bottle of Aspirin.
ÒNo weÕre not,Ó Francis said. ÒWeÕre doing some very serious
experimenting, arenÕt we, Beth?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Beth answered. There were light pink marks on her breasts
where the whip had already fallen. Her nipples, despite the warmth of the
water, were stiff as nails.
ÒHere, each of you need to take two of these,Ó Francis said. She
emptied four Aspirin into her hand. Reluctantly, wanting a bath, Tabby and
I reached down and accepted the Aspirin.
Beth took a glass from the side of the tub and turned and filled it
under the tubÕs faucet. She offered it to us to swallow down our Aspirin.
Tabitha took it, popped the Aspirin into her mouth, and swallowed them
with some water. Then she gave the glass to me. I was aching all over
from being fucked and didnÕt mind what the Aspirin was for. I swallowed
them down.
ÒOkay, now you may come in!Ó Francis told us. Tabitha and I took
each otherÕs hand for reassurance and stepped into the tub. We settled
down into the bubbles. The water was hot. It felt good. I had to squat
down slowly so as not to feel burned. As soon as IÕd sat down in the tub
and could feel the water lapping beneath my breasts Francis struck them
with her whip.
ÒOwwww!Ó I cried. I looked down at myself. There was a pink mark
next to my right nipple. Francis hit my left breast. ÒStop!Ó I begged.
ÒWelcome to the Ôdiscipline tub,ÕÓ Francis said to me with a candid
look on her face. She had a snub nose and impish, widely spaced eyes. She
looked like a little French elf, sitting there in the bubbles. And a bad elf,
at that. I noticed she didnÕt have any marks on her boobies at all.
I splashed her breasts. I felt like pinching them but I was scared of
her whip. It was small, a pony whip, but it hurt.
ÒHey! DonÕt get my titties wet! IÕm the domme!Ó Francis shouted. It
was silly of her. She was wet right up to her midsection, completely
immersed in the tub right up to her boobs. But they were, except for my
splashing, still soft and dry, like melons grown indoors to protect them
from the summer heat. They stood out in pale contrast to her brown,
suntanned shoulders, which were just as smooth and dry as her breasts.
Her hair was piled up atop her head to protect it from the water.
ÒWell, tub domme, you may be in charge, but youÕre still in my bath
tub,Ó Tabitha said to Francis. It was true. It was her tub. But I think she
admired Francis for her spunk in thinking up such a daring game.
ÒJust a little whipping on the boobs, to see what it feels like,Ó
Francis said with hopeful eyes.
ÒAlright, just a very little bit,Ó Tabby replied. She was at once
rewarded with a crisp flick of the whip right across one of her nipples.
ÒYeeeowch!Ó Tabitha yelped.
ÒRelax. This stimulates the nipples and breasts to keep them from
getting breast cancer,Ó Francis said.
ÒYouÕre just making that up,Ó Tabitha replied, with an accusing look
in her eyes.
ÒIÕm taking pre-med. I should know,Ó Francis said. She hit Tabby on
her bosoms again.
ÒOh, God! I hope youÕre not just fooling with me,Ó Tabitha gasped.
Her nipple wiggled reproachfully, struck by the whip. Her breath, deep and
tremulous, made her bosoms rise and fall.
ÒAnd now you,Ó Francis said to me. I cupped my breasts with my
hands and lifted them up, as if in offering, but really to slip my thumbs
over my nipples.
ÒNo no, let me see those nipples,Ó Francis said to me. Regretfully I
pulled my thumbs back but kept my hands under my bosoms. She struck
twice, licking into each of my boobs, hitting my nipples both times.
ÒYeeeeOOOOCH!Ó I shouted. I leapt up from the tub and was out of it
before I even knew what had happened. I bit my lip and massaged my poor
nipples.
ÒGet back in silly. Are you a skairdy kat?Ó Francis asked me. She
swung her whip and struck me across my belly.
ÒIÕll find another bathroom,Ó I told her. I stomped out of the
bathroom, cupping my breasts protectively, agonizing over the state of my
nipples. They were O.K., I finally decided, rubbing them. But I went
upstairs anyway, looking for another tub. When I found one it was
occupied by a man and a woman. They were bent over it, their heads down
inside it and their legs outside, kneeling on a throw rug. Their asses were
offered up to a domme in a corset and boots and she was happily flaying
their tushies. Their bellies, though, pressed onto the rim of the tub, were
held aloft and protected by soft cushions.
In the moonlight, skirting the headlamps of cars, hoping nobody saw
me and kidnapped me, I rode a bike home. I had nothing on. I hoped Tabitha
wouldnÕt miss her bike. I slipped into my momÕs house in the dead of night
and went upstairs and put myself to bed, in my own bed, after enduring a
quick shower. I felt dead tired after the stress of bicycling in the nude.
Quickly I fell asleep and when my mother came up to wake me in the
morning she was shocked to find I didnÕt have my P.J.Õs on.
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