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SCHOOL KILLERS SPEAK !
Hi. We are in Hell. As punishment we have to write a politically
correct sex story. Naturally, we have screwed up and written an incorrect
sex story instead. In fact, we plagiarized it. (We are not nice people.)
Please donÕt tell us to go to Hell since weÕre already there.
p.s. Happiness is a warm gun.
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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
THE FRUITS OF DESIRE
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Chapter Seven
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Despite MarkÕs worries, he had been chosen for the party precisely
because Lady Winston had faith in his genitals. They were large, as he
was, and due to his youth they promised to display considerable vigor. And
so it was that Mark, even before Valerie had finished with the other
guests, was once more erect. He sat on the velour chair, the table cloth
still wet with his sperm in front of him, yet already he was erect and
ready for more play. As for the other guests, a few came, but none were
forced to cum as Valerie had forced Mark. He did not know why he had
earned such an ignoble distinction from her. But he was delighted to see
that he could participate in whatever remaining games the night held.
Amanda looked at Mark when at last they were all standing, freed
from their chairs.
ÒOh my. You are stiff again already,Ó she said.
ÒYes,Ó Mark confessed, looking with some embarrassment at his
cock.
ÒWhat? He is hard again? After spurting all over my tablecloth?Ó
Lady Winston asked.
ÒUh, yeah,Ó Mark answered. Everyone looked then, and there were
broad smiles as they saw his condition.
ÒOooh. I want to have him right now!Ó a woman sighed.
ÒWe will all have each other when the time is ripe,Ó Lady Winston
said. ÒHowever, since all us girls will be forced to suffer from the prongs
remaining stiff at nightÕs end, I have another game to test the men. Come,
everyone!Ó She made to turn, but then she stopped herself, and her eyes
gleamed at Mark. ÒYou do not have to lick my table cloth,Ó she said to
Mark.
ÒThanks,Ó Mark sighed.
ÒAnd take those sticker burrs out of your ass,Ó Lady Winston
laughed.
ÒThank you!Ó Mark said. He felt rather stupid saying it, but
nonetheless quite relieved. He reached back to his ass. He dug into his
anus with his finger. He pulled out the sticker burrs and dropped them on
the carpet. Others, similarly discomfited, did the same. Lady Winston
made no complaint about the mess being made on her carpet but instead
said, ÒThe maid has left a tray of hot towels there in the corner. Please
help yourself.Ó
And so they did, wiping their hands, their genitals, their bottoms,
and casting the used towels upon the floor, for the maid to pick up later.
Then, with Lady Winston leading the way, the partiers left the dining
room. The females were still clad in their stockings and garters. The
males were naked, like Tarzans without their loin cloths. Mark looked
around and saw that all the men were stiff like himself. The night was
still full of promise, with the men hard as stones and the females, thanks
in part to ValerieÕs tongue, quite moistly receptive.
Despite the promise of pleasure, Mark could not help feeling that
they were all soldiers in some kind of carnal war. The females looked
delightful, with their swaying hips, their softly jiggling breasts, their
lovely high heels and their tight-stretched stockings. The men were
virile, unable to hide their frank lust. They were all eager to commit
pillage upon each other and no one was beguiled into thinking that any of
this was love. Even little Kelli, her eyes wandering from male to male,
was quite frankly passionate.
ÒOoooh! I want that one! No, that one!Ó Kelli said to Amanda,
pointing first at one manÕs cock, then at another.
ÒYou shall have them all, dear. If you can bear it,Ó Amanda replied to
her niece.
ÒI can, auntie! I will try very hard to!Ó Kelli assured her.
Mark found himself staring at the little girlÕs wriggling bottom and
wondered how she would manage under the whip. He would have to hit her
with a certain force, to ease her into the state of mind that would allow
him to penetrate her virgin ass. And another man must whip her too,
probably John, to ensure she received a thorough flogging. Would she be so
free and randy then, when her bottom was scored by the whip? Mark did
not think so. But he hoped she would not be hurt too badly, by the whip, or
by his penis, or by the penises of the other men. She was so young! He
yearned to grab her and whisk her away from all this. And yet if he did, he
knew what he would do to her in private: exactly the same things that
now awaited her at this party. She was doomed, a doomed virgin, and
before the night was through she would be virgin no more. The thought
thrilled Mark, even as he wondered, yet again, if he were doing the right
thing by her. Perhaps she should be at home in her bed, dreaming of sugar
plums, or whatever it was 13-year-old girls dreamed about.
Boys. ThatÕs what they dreamed about. Boys, and men, Mark told
himself. So he was fulfilling her dreams, her fantasies. But he must not
be too harsh. No, he must not be. He must find the fine line between
firmness and harshness. He must put her right there, and thrust into her
right at that point, considerate of her needs, yet firm in his resolve to
take her over the threshold into womanhood, into the pleasures of life.
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Travelling down the hall, they arrived at a room. Lady Winston led
them inside and there, within the room, they found several mattresses
laid upon the floor.
ÒFinally!Ó a man said.
ÒNo, IÕm afraid not, unless you have an accident during our next
game,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒThis is not a room for copulation but rather
for contests. The ladies will all lie down at one end of the room. The men
may join them, but only for a moment. Relax and enjoy yourselves, while
the maid brings out a dozen pies.Ó
Mark lay down on a mattress with Rose and John. Somewhere to his
right Kelli and Amanda sat down, between Enfume and another couple.
ÒStill as stiff as a post, eh?Ó John asked Mark wryly, looking at his
penis. The Asian woman reached out and stroked it.
ÒYeah,Ó Mark said. He looked at the Asian womanÕs bosoms. She
wore no bra, and they swung temptingly before his eyes, their nipples
sticking up like cherry stems atop vanilla cones of flesh. ÒOh God you
have such beautiful tits,Ó Mark said to Rose.
ÒWould my two babies like some nourishment?Ó Rose asked. She
took her hand off MarkÕs dick and cupped her bosoms. She offered them to
the men.
ÒYes!Ó John cried. He leaned forward. He shoved the Asian womanÕs
right tit into his mouth. Simultaneously Mark did the same, devouring her
left bosom. Rose took it all in stride. Her own hands left her tits and
travelled between the menÕs legs. ÒMy, you are both such naughty, stiff
babies!Ó Rose sighed.
Meanwhile, the maid rolled a large cart into the room. It was a
silver serving cart. Upon it were a dozen pies. The maid took each pie and
set it down at the end of the room, on the furthest mattress. She set the
pies down at the end of the room opposite where the guests were relaxing.
When she finished she rolled the cart back out of the room, empty, leaving
the pies lying on the mattress.
ÒAttention, everyone!Ó Lady Winston announced. She clapped her
hands once, and then, with the grudging attention of the guests, she
continued: ÒAs you can see, there are a dozen pies at the far end of the
room. And wouldnÕt you know, we have a dozen men present. Now, the
game is this: each man will pick a partner. A female, of course. Then,
when I blow this little whistle, each man will, on his knees, rush down to
the far end of the mattresses. There, each man will stick his cock into a
pie. He will scoop up some pie with his penis. Then he will rush back
across the mattresses to his partner. She will suck his cock clean with
her mouth. Then he will rush back to the pie heÕs been assigned, and stick
his penis into it again. The first man to clean his pie pan out wins. Of
course there must not be any cheating. If I see a man merely spilling his
pie all over the place, you know, digging into it willy-nilly, and not making
a valiant effort to transfer as much of the pie as possible to his partnerÕs
mouth, I will disqualify him. There is also one other point to make: each
man must of course keep himself erect. For a flaccid, spent penis will not
work too well as a shovel.Ó
There was a gasp from the men.
ÒYou mean weÕre to dig out a whole pie, with our penis?Ó a man
asked incredulously.
ÒYes,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒIt will require many trips, and much
sucking by your partner. However there is one other embellishment which
I wish to add. Each male, and each female, will have his hands cuffed
behind his back. That way you men will have to concentrate entirely on
your penises. And you ladies will only be able to use your mouths to clean
your partners. It should make a pleasant diversion for an hour or so, donÕt
you think?Ó Lady Winston asked.
ÒAre those pies hot?Ó a man asked, gazing across the mattresses.
ÒYou shall have to find out,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒWith your cocks, of
course, for your hands will be tied. Courage, men! Do you think your lovely
host, Lady Winston, would harm you?Ó
The maid returned with a silver tray, similar to the tray from which
the guests had served themselves the antipasti. However this tray was
laden with old-fashioned Hiatts handcuffs. The maid placed the tray on
the mattresses. She placed it at the end of the room where the guests
were relaxing.
ÒValerie, if you would do the honors again, please,Ó Lady Winston
told the long-haired blonde.
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó Valerie said. Her voice was very soft and submissive
but there was a wicked gleam in her eyes. Gingerly, with a sense of
reverence, she took a pair of Hiatts handcuffs off the tray. She looked at
Mark. ÒPlease turn around,Ó she said.
Mark was surprised to find himself singled out. For, immediately
after Lady Winston had finished explaining the rules of her game, he, and
John as well, had returned to sucking at RoseÕs tits. He gaped at Valerie
over RoseÕs shoulder, his mouth stuffed with her right breast. Rose, for
her part, was swooning to the suckling of his lips. Nonetheless he
disgorged her tit, and disentangled his cock from her fingers. He turned
around, and, noticing how proudly his cock stuck out in front of him, he put
his arms behind his back.
ÒAh! He is a God! A Greek God-- Prometheus, waiting to be
tortured,Ó a woman exclaimed. Mark found all eyes upon himself as
Valerie knelt behind him and snapped the Hiatts cuffs on his wrists.
ÒThere,Ó Valerie said, locking the cuffs with their accompanying
key. ÒNow youÕre ready for our little game!Ó
ÒI want to be your partner!Ó Kelli shouted. Mark looked at her. Such
young, sweet lips-- like pink roses!
ÒNo-- choose someone else,Ó Mark gasped. He felt his cock twitch.
He knew that the merest touch of those lips on his excited glans would
make him spurt all over her face.
ÒMe! Me! Me!Ó Kelli insisted.
And so Mark was stuck with the girl, and could only pray that he
somehow survived her pink-peppermint lips.
Valerie cuffed the other men. Then she cuffed the women, even
little Kelli, so that everyone except Lady Winston, herself, and the maid
were without the use of their hands.
Lady Winston reminded everyone of the rules. Then she had the men
line up along the far end of the mattresses, with their chosen partners
waiting wet-lipped behind them.
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ÒTweeet!Ó Lady Winston blew on her whistle. And they were off, a
dozen men, all crawling frantically across the mattresses to the opposite
side of the room, where the pies, of unknown temperature, sat waiting.
Mark felt his cock bobbing haplessly as he crawled. It was stiff as
wood, and trembling with excitement. At the same time his balls felt
surprisingly heavy, given that he had only recently lost himself. In fact,
to Mark, crawling in the heady atmosphere of the room, with the scent of
passionate women just to his rear, it felt as if he were trying to haul a
bowling ball. How he wished to spend, and yet to keep from spending! He
glanced to his right and left and noticed that the other men were equally
stiff, and seemed as burdened by their balls as he was. Finally he reached
the pie that was waiting for him, at the far end of the mattress. Gritting
his teeth, he plunged in with his cock.
ÒOuch!Ó Mark yelped.
ÒToo hot?Ó Lady Winston asked.
ÒNo,Ó Mark gasped. ÒItÕs--Ó
ÒLemon Meringue,Ó another man said, spearing his own assigned pie,
and finding yellow goo inside.
ÒYes, Lemon Meringue,Ó Mark said.
Feeling quite ridiculous, Mark scooped up a big hunk of the pie with
his stiffened penis. Then he turned and crawled back across the
mattresses, again noticing how bulgingly full his balls felt. Kelli, at the
far end of the room, urged him on.
ÒHurry, Mark! Hurry!Ó she cried. She lay on her belly, her hands
cuffed behind her, her sweet bare bottoms sticking up and her feet
sticking up as well, at the end of long legs that were bent at the knees.
Mark rushed across the mattress to her, ahead of the other men by a few
feet, and rammed himself into her mouth.
ÒOOOOK!Ó Kelli cried. Her eyes bulged the swiftness of his entry.
ÒHurry! Clean my cock!Ó Mark ordered the girl. Unfortunately, he
found her to be less than expert in sucking him with her lips. John arrived
at the end of the mattress and, presenting himself to the Asian woman, he
received a quick, thorough cleaning.
ÒThe loser gets a dildo rammed up his ass,Ó John grinned at Mark.
ÒShit!Ó Mark swore. Lady Winston hadnÕt mentioned what would
happen to the losing couple, but Mark didnÕt want to be the one who
experienced it. She could be very wicked indeed, if she wished to be.
Frantically, Mark began thrusting himself back and forth inbetween KelliÕs
small lips.
ÒOook! Oook! Oook!Ó Kelli cried, her eyes growing even wider and her
face looking confused. Mark raped the girlÕs delicate mouth, using her, as
one might use a faucet or a bowl. He tried to put out of his mind how
deliciously soft her lips felt. Suddenly her lips didnÕt feel soft at all, and
he cried,
ÒDonÕt bite me!Ó
ÒOooo is choking me!Ó Kelli complained, and bit MarkÕs penis again.
ÒAugh! Stop!Ó Mark yelled. He wrenched himself backward, freeing
himself from the girlÕs mouth. He looked at his cock. It wasnÕt bleeding.
It was clean.
ÒHurry! Back across the mattress, Mark! Get more pie for little
Kelli!Ó Lady Winston, seeing MarkÕs condition, called out.
ÒDamn!Ó Mark swore.
ÒMmmm. ThatÕs good pie,Ó Kelli said. She beamed at him.
ÒMy cock isnÕt a hot dog, okay?Ó Mark warned the girl.
ÒHokay,Ó Kelli said, happily. She smiled more widely and said, ÒYou
have a cute ass.Ó
ÒThanks,Ó Mark replied. He turned and, conscious of the girlÕs eyes
on his bare behind, he once more rushed across the mattresses to the pie.
And so the contest continued, until every pie pan was clean. Mark
and Kelli didnÕt win, but they didnÕt lose either and, miraculously for Mark,
he somehow retained all of his seed, despite the fact that two men lost
themselves in their pie pans, and another in his partnerÕs mouth. When it
was over Lady Winston praised the contestants.
ÒYou have all done well,Ó Lady Winston said. ÒWe had a tie for last
place, so I will declare no one to be a loser. And as for the winners, Bill
and Stacey, they will have my master bedroom at their disposal, when the
party ends, for any games they may wish to play on their own.Ó
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