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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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SULTRY SPRING
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Chapter Five
The night had begun gaily enough but now, increasingly, lewd moans
could be heard. MoniqueÕs guests were succumbing to the siren call of
their senses. Men and women who had so far managed a civilized repartee
now coupled amorously; not yet fucking but kissing, standing up, their
hands slipping to those special places where the pulse beat fastest.
I lay listening to sound of SandyÕs lips upon my teats. She sucked
hard on my nipples, like a baby drawing forth milk. At any moment I
expected her to pause, to issue a lusty cry.
ÒThere, there,Ó I would say, tenderly. I would proffer one of my
saliva-wettened teats to her. I would quiet her, even as sheÕd silenced my
complaints with her nursing lips.
A man knelt before me. He had been standing and talking to Jill. I
had not noticed him as I lay there, save for his feet, and the deep tone of
his voice, for I had been too absorbed in the effects of my ÔrideÕ on the
saddle. Now as I lifted my eyes I was presented with the spectacle of his
cock. It was naked, of course, and it hung stiffly between his bent legs.
He reached out. He caressed my hair.
ÒIÕm still going to fuck you,Ó he told me.
ÒOh!Ó I gasped. It was the same man who earlier had promised to
gang-bang me. I still did not know his name, though later I learned it was
Vic.
ÒYou-- you whipped me!Ó I whimpered. Sandy kept sucking my
nipples, the sounds of her lips rising wetly from my breasts.
ÒI was simply obeying your mistress,Ó Vic said. He was holding a
paper cup. I watched as he placed it under his cockhead. I had thought heÕd
been drinking from it but in fact it was empty. As I watched he began to
pee. The pee burst from his cock and jetted robustly into the cup. It was
a small cup and he had to cut off the flow of his pee to keep from
overflowing it. Then he lifted the cup and handed it to Jill. ÒEmpty this,Ó
he told her. Jill turned and walked with insouciant steps to the drain hole.
Gently she poured out VicÕs pee. She did not want to splash any on herself.
When she was done she returned to him. She handed him the cup. He put it
under his cockhead and, making sure I was still watching, he began peeing
again. Once more he filled the cup and had to stop his flow, tightening the
muscles of his groin, looking as casual as a man putting out a cigar. He
handed the cup to Jill again, who waited patiently, as if her only job in
life were to keep men happy by emptying cups of pee.
ÒYou have so much,Ó Jill said, though not in a disagreeable voice.
ÒI drink a lot, I pee a lot,Ó Vic said. Monique must have heard him
for she stepped over to him and, looking down at his cock with the
greatest interest, said,
ÒAre you exercising your groin muscles, Vic?Ó
ÒUh, yeah,Ó Vic replied. ÒPeeing.Ó
Monique laughed. ÒThere will be much more exercise to cum, if you
are good, and can hang on to what is suspended between your legs while
emptying your bladder.Ó
ÒDonÕt keep me waiting forever,Ó Vic said. He reached out and
caressed my hair once more. ÒI want to fuck her,Ó he said.
ÒI know,Ó Monique smiled. ÒWith two other men, correct?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Vic said. He trembled. Jill returned with his cup and handed
it to him again, bending low, her breasts hanging like ripe gourds from the
vine-like slimness of her young body. Vic placed the pee cup under his
dick. He did it with a kind of flourish. He began peeing once more while
saying, ÒI want to use her. Hard. Fuck her hard and then never see her
again. Me with two of the other men here.Ó
ÒWhich gentlemen do you prefer?Ó Monique asked. Vic, still peeing,
looked up and around us and said,
ÒThat one. Mike. I think thatÕs his name. And that one over there... I
canÕt remember his name just now.Ó
ÒI thought you all knew each other very well,Ó Monique said.
ÒNo, no,Ó Vic said. He stopped his pee just in time, almost
overspilling the cup.
ÒOh! YouÕre still not finished? How much do you have?Ó Jill asked, a
slight note of disgust creeping into her voice. She bent and took the cup
from Vic. She held it gingerly. It was full right to the brim.
ÒHey! I have to pee. Where are the cups?Ó another man asked. His
voice was loud. It drifted across the room. There was laughter mingled
with the sound of kisses.
ÒOver there. On the table,Ó someone said.
ÒOh yeah,Ó the man said.
ÒWe met at a bar,Ó Vic said. ÒWe are not close friends.Ó
ÒSo which excites you more, fucking little Chloe here, or doing it
with two other men?Ó Monique asked. Her voice was casual. Her hand
drifted to my hair and patted my head even as Vic continued to pet me. I
felt like a dog. Sandy sucked at my teats, a frisky puppy.
ÒBoth,Ó Vic said. ÒI... I like the idea of myself and two other guys,
all of us with hard cocks, just banging away on some girl. I donÕt know if
itÕs the vulnerability of the girl that excites me or the fact that me and
two other dudes are working away at her. ThereÕs... well, itÕs sort of dumb
to discuss it I guess...Ó
ÒNo, not at all,Ó Monique said. ÒNot here. Elsewhere perhaps but not
here.Ó Coaxingly she reached for his penis and ran her fingers along his
shaft. Pre-cum formed at the tip, in the peehole, where pee had so lustily
spewed forth only moments before.
ÒItÕs the work, you know?Ó Vic said. ÒMaybe itÕs sort of gay or
something, I donÕt know. The idea of me and two other guys, like weÕre in
the Navy or something, or the Army, pounding away on this poor, helpless
girl. Not hurting her on purpose or anything, just fucking her good and
hard, remorselessly.Ó His cock became utterly rigid. It pulsed with rabid
excitement. Monique caressed it, softly, her fingertips like butterflies
upon iron.
ÒYes. I see what you mean,Ó Monique said.
ÒGood and hard until thereÕs practically nothing left of her,Ó Vic
said. ÒI mean we would be gentle when we absolutely had to be. Like, you
know, if sheÕs an anal virgin we would not just totally fucking rape her.
We would take it slow, do it to her slowly. But there would be no question
of her not getting it. She would be fucked right to the edge of her life.Ó
ÒYes, I think Chloe is up to it,Ó Monique said. She glanced at me. My
face must have looked very scared for they both burst out laughing. At the
same time they kept caressing my head, as if I were some poodle. I would
be taken to the Vet and his name would be Vic and he would give me all of
my shots.
ÒShe is pretty young but...Ó Vic said.
ÒShe is young and brave, are you not, Chloe?Ó Monique said. ÒWith
perfect sweet breasts and a tight little cunt that begs for attention. Fear
not, Victor. You shall have your wish. But you must pass a test first-- at
my parties it is not only the girls who must endure. It is the men too.
Keep those lovely eyes of yours wide open, Chloe, and I think you will be
entertained by this future lover of yours.Ó
Monique took her hand off my head. She rose. As she stood up she
clasped Vic by his cock. She drew him up too; he had no choice but to
stand for she was pulling him by his dick.
ÒI still have to pee some more,Ó Vic said.
ÒSave it for later,Ó Monique smiled. She turned. Leading him by his
penis she took him over to a machine set near the far wall. It was a
guillotine.
ÒWhatÕs this?Ó Vic asked.
ÒYou do not know?Ó Monique said. ÒYou did not see it when we first
came downstairs?Ó
ÒY- Yes,Ó Vic stammered. ÒI figured it was some sort of prop.Ó
ÒNo. It is not a prop,Ó Monique said. ÒIt functions.Ó She patted his
bare ass. She made him straddle the stone block, the Ôchopping blockÕ.
ÒWhat am I supposed to do? Kneel down?Ó Vic asked.
ÒNo, darling. This is not a guillotine for the neck. It is for the
loins,Ó Monique said. ÒArch forward your hips and thrust yourself through
the hole in the crosspiece. There. I can pull you through if you like.Ó
ÒThereÕs a blade above me!Ó Vic croaked. He looked up. Monique
yanked his dick through the hole in the crosspiece.
How strange that guillotine looked! Instead of being down by the
block, over which one might kneel, the crosspiece, made of wood, was
suspended at waist height. The hole in the crosspiece, through which one
would be expected to put oneÕs neck, was narrow. Vic stood with his legs
astride the block, his penis stiffly presented through the guillotineÕs hole.
ÒWe shall play a little game now,Ó Monique said. She loosened the
top half of the crosspiece. She lifted it. ÒPush through your balls, dear,Ó
she told Vic. ÒI want both your penis and balls on the other side of the
wood.Ó
ÒWhat are you going to do? Cut them off?Ó Vic asked. His voice
sounded frightened. Yet at the same time he was excited; the idea of
presenting himself beneath the blade was a truly unique sensation. He
proffered himself. He wedged his dick and his balls through the hole and
watched as Monique closed the crosspiece and locked it.
ÒThere. Now you cannot escape,Ó Monique smiled at Vic. She picked
up a lock off the floor. She locked it to the side of the crosspiece. My
eyes flitted from the dangling lock to VicÕs erection.
ÒIÕm-- IÕm trapped by my penis,Ó Vic said.
ÒYes,Ó Monique said. She looked at his cock over the rim of her
glasses. She picked up her cane, which was leaning against the wall, and
prodded VicÕs penis with it. ÒHow unusual-- you present yourself in a
condition of sexual readiness, yet you are also ready to be neutered,Ó
Monique said.
ÒIs that blade real?Ó Vic asked. His eyes stared at the blade. It
hung poised over him. His penis thrust vigorously through the hole in the
crosspiece but how helpless he looked, with that wide blade looming above
him!
ÒYes. Of course itÕs real,Ó Monique said. She jabbed his balls,
hanging exposed under his dick, with the end of her stick. In my mind I
saw the blade drop. It sliced down past the crosspiece. It removed in one
clean, biting sweep all of him that could harm me. ÒNow what is it you
wish to do with Chloe?Ó Monique asked Vic. He frowned.
ÒI already told you,Ó he said.
ÒI wish to hear it again,Ó Monique said. She took hold of a rope that
was attached to the blade. She fingered it. Vic watched her fingers. My
aunt, sashaying like a trollop, brought a cup of punch to Monique. She
looked frightened, but I think she was as lewdly excited as the rest of us
by VicÕs predicament. Monique took the punch from her and slowly began
to sip it.
Vic looked from the blade to MoniqueÕs fingers, then back up at the
blade, then again at the rope which Monique held so lightly, so cavalierly.
Finally, sucking in his breath, which made his chest expand and his dick
stick out even more rigidly, he said,
ÒI want to fuck her within an inch of her life.Ó
ÒOh my,Ó Monique said, over the rim of her cup.
ÒHeÕs bad! Cut his dick off!Ó I shouted. The lustiness of my yell
caused Sandy, still suckling me, to let go of my tits.
ÒWhatÕs happening?Ó Sandy asked. Her voice sounded content,
sleepy, satisfied.
ÒHe is going to be neutered for wanting to fuck me,Ó I said in a high,
spoilt voice.
Monique turned and looked at me over her shoulder. Her hair partly
hid her face. She looked wanton, luxurious. A smile played on her lips.
ÒOh, really?Ó she asked me. ÒChloe dear, such a brave man must be
treasured. Had he recanted I might have cut off his dick, but not now. He
will have you my darling, and he will indeed fuck you with this big,
powerful penis of his. In any event the blade is locked in place-- do you
really think IÕd put such a lovely man as this in true jeopardy?Ó
I said nothing. I felt my heart beating in my chest. I looked at the
blade, at Vic, at his penis hanging through the hole. Sandy sighed and
plucked at my right nipple with her lips.
ÒIÕm hungry,Ó she said.
ÒSandy, donÕt lick my nipples,Ó I scolded. I had recovered from my
whipping, save for a soft burning at the tips of my breasts. I was less
enamored of her attention now.
Monique poked at VicÕs cock and balls with her stick. She made his
dick wobble. His balls she lifted and manipulated with her stick, using the
very tip of it to outline his nuts, to divide them, to make them shift about
in their sac like twin stones in a balloon full of water. ÒIs your seed
desperate to be released?Ó Monique asked. She spoke frankly, using his
exposed genitals to amuse herself, to amuse her guests.
ÒYes,Ó Vic answered. His voice was tight in his throat.
ÒI have yet one more test for you,Ó Monique said. ÒIt will not
endanger you terribly. Not like the blade. But it may hurt. The blade
proved to just be psychological torment, but this will be real pain. Real
pain applied exclusively to your penis and your balls. Do you think youÕre
man enough to try it?Ó
ÒI- I donÕt know,Ó Vic answered.
ÒI shall have to decide for you then, wonÕt I?Ó Monique smiled. She
turned. She set her cane against the wall. She clapped her hands together.
One clap. It was loud, sharp. It commanded attention. Everyone had
already stopped kissing, so enamored were they by the sight of Vic. But
now MoniqueÕs handclap seemed to send a shiver of fear through them all
at once, causing them all to jump, as if they were souls, trying to jump
out of their skins. ÒPlease pay attention,Ó Monique told her guests. ÒWe
shall have a game, this time involving the men. I will need help preparing
it.Ó
When all was in readiness I lay on the pillows with wondrous eyes,
staring at what Monique had devised. Two guillotines faced each other. In
one was Vic, displaying his penis. In the other was another man. His penis
was exposed in the same manner as VicÕs. Beside each man, within his
reach, stood a small table. On these tables Monique now placed two items:
an egret feather, and a small whip.
ÒHow delicious you both look, with your cock and balls thrust
through the wood,Ó Monique said to Vic and the other man, who I later
learned was named Bill.
ÒThis is stupid,Ó Bill said.
ÒOh really?Ó Monique asked. She brushed back her red hair. She still
wore her business jacket, but no dress. Her long-stockinged legs rose like
twin columns. Twin columns of slim flesh that disappeared under the tail
of her jacket. Whenever she bent, as she did now, arranging the egret
feather and penis whip on each manÕs table, her bare bottom mooned us.
ÒI have to piss,Ó Vic said.
ÒYou will keep your pee inside you until after our game,Ó Monique
said. ÒDo not pee on the floor. Also, donÕt ejaculate. But actually one of
you will have to, IÕm afraid, for both of you to be released.Ó
ÒHuh?Ó Bill asked.
ÒItÕs quite simple,Ó Monique said. ÒYou are both now armed with a
feather, and a whip. You are to use these implements on each other as you
wish. My only rule is that you must confine yourselves to your genitals.
Not your own genitals, of course, but rather to those of the man opposite
you. The first man to cum loses. The second man, assuming he retains his
seed, wins. You may hit each other as hard as you like, but of course
whatever you do to the other man will surely be done to you. This is
rather like a game of 69, except instead of mouths and tongues we use
feathers and whips. Enjoy yourselves men, or not. Neither of you will be
taken out of the guillotine until one of you has spent.Ó
ÒDamn!Ó Bill swore. He looked down at his ankles. There were
straps affixed to the sides of each of the chopping blocks. These now held
both Vic and Bill in place. They stood with their legs apart, their hips
thrust forward, their genitals pushed through the guillotine-holes.
ÒWell, I donÕt intend to stand here all day,Ó Vic said. He picked up a
penis whip off of the table beside him.
ÒHey! What are you doing with that?Ó Bill asked.
ÒIÕm going to whip your cock,Ó Vic answered. And with a flashing of
his wrist he brought the penis whip down on the stiff flesh of BillÕs
member.
The men tormented each other. They used the whips. They dueled
with the feathers. Each man gave as good as he got. When, after several
minutes, neither man had cum, Monique stopped them. She offered them
protection.
ÒWhat sort of protection?Ó Vic gasped.
ÒA little cream. It will cool your penises and perhaps afford a slight
shield against the bite of the whip,Ó Monique said. She grinned. She had
no intent of helping the men, only of teasing them even more. She squirted
whipped cream onto each manÕs cock. She watched them shiver.
ÒOh, God!Ó Bill groaned, arching his back.
ÒIs it too cold?Ó Monique asked. She licked her lips. ÒMy mouth is
warm,Ó she offered.
ÒNo-- no!Ó Bill shouted.
ÒTch! A man declining a blow job,Ó Monique said. ÒI suppose you
would make a fine president, Bill.Ó
ÒThanks,Ó Bill answered.
ÒDonÕt lick my penis either,Ó Vic said. ÒAnd donÕt squirt it with any
more cream! I feel like my dickÕs in the arctic.Ó
The men continued their contest. They whipped each other. Cream
flew off their penises as they beat each other with their small whips.
Each man used his feather again, scraping the whipped cream off the other
manÕs dick. Yet despite the tickling, despite the pain, both men retained
the cream that mattered. Their balls bulged tight beneath their legs.
Their cocks stiffly presented themselves.
ÒOh my. Such stallions,Ó Monique said. ÒI suppose I shall have to
whip you both. Perhaps a good hard spanking on each of your bottoms,
while you both still torture each otherÕs cocks, will determine which of
you is the stronger. If that doesnÕt work thereÕs only one other thing left.
IÕll have to shove a hard dildo up each of your asses.Ó
ÒGood Lord!Ó Bill shouted. Suddenly, he came. His thick gruelly
sperm shot forth from his dick. It landed all over VicÕs penis, for Vic was
only standing a foot away.
ÒHey!Ó Vic yelled. He watched as BillÕs hot sperm splattered his
genitals. At last Bill stopped trembling; the guests clapped with approval.
ÒWell at last we have a winner,Ó Monique said. ÒMy, such a
cannonade you offered us, Bill. I think I shall have you come again on the
fourth of july.Ó
ÒI feel like an idiot,Ó Bill said. ÒAnd God does my dick hurt!Ó
ÒGirls, some cream for BillÕs penis please,Ó Monique said. ÒRub it in
well. He has suffered much for our entertainment, but now it is time for
him to heal and be strong again.
ÒMy dick hurts too,Ó Vic said. Monique smiled.
ÒWould you like your penis rubbed also?Ó she asked him.
ÒIÕll-- IÕll cum,Ó Vic said.
ÒThat is not allowed. You must save your seed for Chloe,Ó Monique
replied.
I lay on the pillows, transfixed. How strange it was to see Vic
standing there, his loins bound in the guillotine, his own cock erect but
now coated with another manÕs jism. He dripped sperm, yet, because it
was not his own sperm, there was no lessening of his stiffness. Monique
had found a kind of immortality for men. All of us females gasped at it
and Monique required Vic to stand there for some minutes, while we
admired him. At last I felt a trembling within my own loins and leaped up.
ÒOh! I must pee!Ó I shouted. All eyes turned to me and there was
laughter. I ran to the punch table and grabbed a cup. I put it to my cunt. I
arched forward my hips and spread my lips with my fingers.
PISSSS! I urinated into the cup. It was a small cup and by the
desperate look on my face everyone could tell that I would overflow it if I
didnÕt cut off my stream in mid-pee.
I wrinkled my nose. I tightened my belly. Somehow I managed to
halt the flow of my pee just as the cup in my fingers threatened to
overflow.
ÒBravo!Ó a man said. Everyone clapped. I blushed fiercely. A woman
reached for my cup with her hand and gently took it from me. I turned. I
picked up another cup off the punch table and once again splayed my lips.
Meanwhile the woman who had taken my cup passed it around. It was
examined like a trophy and then, at last, a woman standing near the drain
hole which served as our bathroom poured my pee away.
ÒThank you,Ó I said to her. I did not like having everyone looking at
my pee as if it were some sort of prize. Yet I still had to go badly and so,
with everyone still admiring me, I began peeing again. I filled my new cup
and a woman took it from me. Again it was examined. I took a third cup
from the table and pissed once more.
And so it went, this strangest of parties. We watched each other
pee, and other men were installed in turn in the guillotines, to have their
genitals whipped. Monique still forbid fucking and so everyone became
quite randy. Fingers freely explored where legs joined. Women who might
have found themselves unwilling to kiss another girl succumbed easily,
even assuming a position of 69 to drive themselves crazy with their
tongues. The men watched. Their cocks were like flagpoles and their eyes
like those of wolves staring at sheep. My aunt joined Sandy on the floor
and together they staged a contest of their own; each tried to tongue the
other to orgasm while simultaneously restraining her own passion. Before
they started, poised for 69 but as yet feeling only each otherÕs breath
between their legs, they asked the men to bet on which of them would lose
herself first.
ÒIf you bet wrong you must be spanked,Ó my aunt teased. Her eyes
flashed at the men and she licked her lips. Below her chin SandyÕs dell
waited, a small muff of hair with twin succulent lips that were already
moist. SandyÕs thighs were slim and long, yet somehow powerful in their
appearance. I feared she might, in her excitement, clasp my auntÕs head
with her legs and sprain her neck. Meantime my auntÕs own legs knelt over
SandyÕs mouth. The woman darted her tongue skyward, as if practising
launching a missile from a silo.
ÒIÕll bet you hold out the longest,Ó Vic said. My aunt looked at him.
He was free of the guillotine now but obviously not the least deterred at
the prospect of more punishment.
ÒI thank you for your bet, sir,Ó my aunt answered.
ÒMmmm. IÕll enjoy spanking his ass,Ó Sandy said. ÒImagine that dick
wobbling about as I give him the whaling of his life!Ó
ÒIÕll give you the licking of my life, with my tongue, and youÕll cream
my face like a bee hive,Ó my aunt told her.
ÒYouÕll be a honey factory in a moment, darling,Ó Sandy retorted.
ÒReady?Ó
ÒAs ever much as you are-- loser,Ó my aunt said.
ÒLet me at that pussy. YouÕll drench my face, dear,Ó Sandy said.
At once they both attacked each other. How unusual it was to see
two women like that, their heads put to each otherÕs pussies, licking and
slurping as if they were both having a meal!
ÒOh! Auntie!Ó I cried. I was blushing again. It was bad enough I
should have to pee in front of everyone, but to see my aunt like that, being
inspired to cum all over the face of another woman!
Groans went up from Sandy and my aunt. They were like cats in heat,
I thought, especially my aunt, kneeling there on her hands and knees, her
rump uplifted, her head buried between SandyÕs legs. Meanwhile Sandy
was stretching her neck upward and feeding hard between my auntÕs legs.
Sometimes one sees a cat eating lustily; thatÕs how Sandy looked now,
like a pet who was focusing all her attention on dinner. My aunt ate with
similar relish. Her breasts pressed against SandyÕs belly and the woman
reached down and pinched her nipples.
ÒOuch!Ó my aunt said. Her voice was muffled by the contact of her
mouth with SandyÕs loins. Sandy pinched her again, harder. ÒOUCH!Ó my
aunt cried.
ÒSheÕs cheating!Ó I said. I pointed to Sandy. But there was only
laughter. The men were too amused by it all, the women simply did not
care enough to intervene. Sandy pinched my auntÕs bosoms again.
ÒOUCH!Ó my aunt gasped. She raised her head involuntarily from
between SandyÕs legs. In response the woman, laughing, buried her own
face even more lustily into my auntÕs crotch. My aunt trembled all over,
on the brink of a climax!
ÒAuntie! Do something! DonÕt lose!Ó I begged. I did not know what
the penalty was for losing but I wanted to see her win! I considered
running over to Sandy and whacking her ass with my hand. But my aunt,
shuddering on the brink of release, suddenly came up with a winning
strategy of her own.
She peed. Sandy shrieked as my auntÕs bladder suddenly released
itself on her face. There was an uproar of laughter. My aunt smiled at me.
She kept peeing as she smiled at me, her urine making SandyÕs face all
stinky.
ÒYou bitch!Ó Sandy howled. In retaliation she unleashed her own
bladder. But she was lying beneath my aunt and so she only made a puddle
between her own legs. There was no way for her to douse my auntÕs
uplifted face.
ÒGood Lord. You are both cheating,Ó Monique said. She walked over
from the guillotines, where two new male prisoners were flailing away at
each otherÕs loins.
ÒSandy started it,Ó I told Monique.
ÒGirls, try to behave!Ó Monique said. With a cat she was holding she
struck my auntÕs behind. My aunt screamed.
ÒNo! It wasnÕt my auntie who started it!Ó I said.
ÒI donÕt care who started it. I canÕt have pee all over my floor,Ó
Monique said. But the sight of my auntÕs ass, wriggling from the whip,
must have aroused her. Suddenly Monique dropped to her knees and began
licking my auntÕs bottom. It made no difference that my aunt was still
peeing; Monique tongued her bottom fiercely. She prised apart my auntÕs
asscheeks with her hands. She delved between my auntÕs legs and offered
her tongue to the stream of urine sprouting from my auntÕs cunt.
ÒWell, thatÕs one way to slake your thirst,Ó a man commented.
ÒI suppose she is tired of drinking the punch,Ó another man said.
ÒOh! Pee in my mouth!Ó Darlene cried. She dropped to her knees in
front of a man. He looked down at her and, with no more thought than a
man might have before pissing into a urinal, he took hold of his cock and
peed right into her face.
Darlene screamed. But she kept her mouth wide open. The manÕs pee
gushed in her mouth. As I watched the stream falling from the tip of his
cock to her tongue he amazed me by turning to a man standing beside him
and saying,
ÒDid you see the game last night?Ó
ÒYeah. It was pretty good,Ó the other man replied. He looked down
at Darlene. ÒSay, mind if we share her?Ó he asked the man beside him. ÒI
need to pee too.Ó
ÒGo ahead,Ó the first man said.
ÒThanks,Ó the second man said.
Darlene screamed anew as a second stream went gushing into her
face. She was the Goddess of Pee, I thought. I hoped she could respect
herself in the morning.
A hand grabbed my arm. I looked up. A man loomed over me. His
cock arched stiffly into my face. It was Vic!
ÒOh my God,Ó I gasped.
ÒWe have some business we need to conclude,Ó Vic growled. I
squirmed in his grasp.
ÒYou may pee if you wish, sir,Ó I said in a frightened voice.
ÒThatÕs not the sort of business I was speaking of,Ó Vic said.
ÒOh my God,Ó I said again. Vic dragged me to my feet. He nodded to
another man. ÒLetÕs go,Ó he said to the man. Then he turned to a third man
and said to him, ÒCome on. I have her.Ó
ÒNo! DonÕt fuck me!Ó I cried. ÒAuntie!Ó
But my aunt was on her knees, twin tongues plying her cunt as she
offered the last drops of her pee. Her own mouth had descended once again
between SandyÕs legs. She ate eagerly. It seemed not to matter to her
that she was feasting on a cunt that had just released a big puddle of pee.
She did not hear my cries as Vic and his friend both dragged me upstairs.
The other guests, if they noticed at all, did not care.
Kicking and screaming, I was taken through the house to a bedroom.
At first the men walked into the kitchen, thinking it might be a bedroom.
Then they tried another room and found it to be a study. Finally they found
what they were looking for, a room with a bed in it.
ÒLock the door,Ó Vic said. One of the other men, whose name I never
learned but whom I eventually named John in my own mind, closed the
bedroom door and made sure it was locked.
Vic threw me on the bed. I felt like a sack of potatoes being tossed
onto a delivery truck as I hit it. I bounced. My breasts wobbled. My legs
flew apart but I quickly drew them together.
ÒOh please,Ó I gasped. I wanted to scream anew but the sight of the
three men standing there, all naked, was mesmerizing.
ÒWe should wash our dicks first,Ó Vic told his companions. ÒI donÕt
really care about her but we do have paprika smeared on our dicks. SheÕll
be sore enough when weÕre done with her without having paprika all up
inside her cunt and her womb.Ó
ÒYeah. Okay,Ó A man said. I nicknamed him Roger, in my own mind. I
never learned his real name.
Roger went into a private bathroom connected by an interior door to
our bedroom. He came back with a bowl filled with water. It was a bowl
in the shape of an oyster shell. It was a big South Seas oyster.
ÒI found this on the back of the toilet,Ó Roger said. ÒYou want to
wash our dicks in this? I could go to the kitchen instead--Ó
ÒNo, thatÕll do,Ó Vic said.
ÒShit. ThatÕs a nice bowl,Ó John said.
ÒLet me get some soap,Ó Roger said. He set the oyster shell on a
writing table. He turned and walked back into the bathroom. I stared at
the two remaining men, standing over that lovely hardwood writing table,
with their penises all hard and exposed. Vic dipped his fingers into the
water contained in the bowl. Then, removing his fingers, he sprinkled a
handful of water onto the other manÕs dick. John looked at him.
ÒThe waterÕs pretty warm,Ó Vic said. ÒI just wanted someone to
test it to make sure itÕs not too hot for my penis.Ó
ÒThanks. I enjoy being a guinea pig,Ó John said.
Roger returned from the bathroom, holding a bar of soap in his hands.
He took the wrapper off it. He tossed the wrapper on the floor.
ÒIrish Spring,Ó Roger announced. ÒWill that do?Ó
ÒHeÕs only going to wash his dick with it,Ó John said.
ÒWeÕre all going to wash our dicks,Ó Vic said. He shot me a glance.
ÒAs a courtesy to Miss Cunt over there. DonÕt think IÕve forgotten you,
honey.Ó
I blanched. I didnÕt like his crude way of speaking. But I stared,
mesmerized, as the men began washing their dicks at the writing table.
They dipped their fingers in the water in the oyster shell. They massaged
themselves, concentrating solely on their erect penises. They looked at
each other.
ÒYours is longer than mine,Ó Vic told John.
ÒI know,Ó John answered.
ÒMind if I pee in here?Ó Roger asked.
ÒWhat?Ó Vic said.
ÒDonÕt pee in there. WeÕre washing our dicks in it!Ó John said.
ÒSorry. I have to go pee,Ó Roger said. Abruptly he ran to the
bathroom.
ÒHeÕs not peeing. HeÕs jacking off,Ó Vic smiled to John.
ÒHey! WeÕve got work to do. DonÕt wank yourself into the toilet,Ó
John called to Roger.
I heard a pissing sound coming from the bathroom.
ÒHmmm. Maybe he did have to pee,Ó Vic said to John.
ÒYour cock is thicker than mine,Ó John said.
ÒI make up for length with width,Ó Vic agreed.
Roger flushed the toilet and returned from the bathroom. He
resumed soaping his dick.
ÒWell, that should do it for me,Ó Vic said. He dipped his hand into
the bowl of water and began rinsing himself. John rinsed himself next,
then Roger. ÒGet another bowl so weÕre sure to have all the soap off,Ó Vic
told Roger.
ÒOkay,Ó Roger said. He picked up the oyster shell and went to the
bathroom. I heard him dump out the water in the empty bath tub. Then he
turned on the sink and re-filled the oyster. Meanwhile, Vic and John were
looking at each other. Not at each otherÕs bodies or even their faces but
instead at each otherÕs penises.
ÒItÕs sort of nice to be free like this, isnÕt it?Ó Vic said to John.
ÒYou mean in front of her, or with each other?Ó John asked.
ÒBoth,Ó Vic said.
ÒI shower every day at the gym. ItÕs no big deal,Ó John said.
ÒCome on. You donÕt like standing here like this?Ó Vic said. ÒThis
isnÕt some shower where everyone has to be businesslike. This is a
bedroom. The door is locked.Ó
ÒAre you suggesting something?Ó John asked.
ÒNot really,Ó Vic said.
ÒWhat are you two jerk offs talking about?Ó Roger asked, walking
back out of the bathroom, carrying a newly filled oyster shell. Some
water sloshed out of the shell.
ÒDonÕt get the carpet wet,Ó Vic told Roger.
ÒSure. You were about to wank off on it, looking at my dick,Ó John
said.
ÒHey, IÕm not gay,Ó Vic said. Roger set the oyster shell down on the
writing table.
ÒI think we all might be a little gay,Ó Roger said. He dipped his hand
in the water and flung some onto JohnÕs penis. John was standing back
away from the writing table but now he advanced upon it again and
presented his cock.
ÒWe should stroke each other and see who can hold out the longest,Ó
John suggested.
ÒOh. Is that what you do in your shower at the gym?Ó Vic asked.
John blushed.
ÒNo,Ó he said.
ÒMr. Straight here was telling me how he takes a shower every
morning at the gym,Ó Vic told Roger.
ÒHow exciting. Sorry I missed it,Ó Roger said.
I got up from the bed.
ÒHey! What do you think youÕre doing?Ó Vic said to me.
ÒIÕm leaving,Ó I said. My voice was meek.
ÒNo youÕre not. YouÕre the cunt. Get back in bed, cunt,Ó Vic said.
ÒDonÕt talk to me that way,Ó I told him.
John, who had his back to me, looked over his shoulder at me.
ÒGet back in bed,Ó he urged.
ÒYouÕre going to fuck me,Ó I said.
ÒGod, how I would love to take her away someplace truly private and
fuck her to death,Ó Roger said. ÒSomeplace where no one could ever help
her, where weÕd have her all to ourselves until she died.Ó
ÒOh! You men are awful!Ó I cried. I bolted for the bedroom door. I
heard the pearl basin fall off the writing table behind me. As I reached
the door the three men were upon me. I shrieked. I struggled. But they
lifted me into the air, handling me easily, laughing at my resistance.
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