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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SUMMER OF SIN
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Chapter Two
We stood in a tub. Steve turned on the shower. We both jumped as
cold water jetted down onto us. He adjusted the knob to make it warmer.
We laughed. I saw a bar of soap lying in a soap dish hung on the wall. I
picked it up. It was brand new, with all the letters on in. It read,
ÒVivantÓ. I rubbed it in my hands and made bubbles. I passed it into his
palms. He rubbed. We looked at each other. Neither of us thought of
finding washcloths.
I looked down at his hard erection. It pulsed large and red in the air,
under the hot spray of the shower. My first instinct, I think, was to render
first aid to it. It looked so erect and vulnerable. The rest of him was so
sculpted, so compact, and yet there was this big thing, sticking out in
front of him like some out of place sausage. So, with a loving glance in
his eyes, which did not deny me, I put my hands to it.
SteveÕs powerful thighs tensed. A groan ripped from his throat.
Tenderly I rubbed him with my small, delicate fingers. Was I hurting him,
in trying to help him? Steve flexed his hips forward. His buttocks, I
sensed, became very tense.
ÒAre you alright?Ó I asked, holding him, looking up in his eyes.
ÒYessss,Ó Steve breathed.
ÒGood.Ó I said. I kissed the tip of his penis. A little soap got on my
tongue and, still handling his cock, I turned my face up toward the spray
descending on us both and let the water wash the soap off my lips.
ÒRub it. Rub it good, bitch,Ó Steve said throatily. I felt a little
taken aback, his comment sounded so rough and mean, but I did as he told
me. I felt like Eve.
When my hands had soaped SteveÕs tremendously hard penis, they
glided down to his balls. I felt the huge, heavy sac hanging tautly between
his legs.
ÒIs this where your sperm stays?Ó I asked Steve.
ÒYes,Ó he said. His voice strained as it had been doing since weÕd
entered the shower together. I squeezed him very lightly. Then I squeezed
a little harder. Each time he moaned. His dick quivered in my face.
I stood up.
ÒAnd you want to put it in me?Ó I asked. I faced him, my hands
soapy, the spray of the shower hitting my front.
ÒYes,Ó Steve said. He patted my belly. ÒRight here. I want to put my
sperm right here.Ó
ÒAll of it?Ó I asked. Steve laughed.
ÒThere are other places I could put it too. In your bottom, your
mouth. Or, if I am unlucky tonight, in your hands.Ó
ÒOh. Yes,Ó I said. Now I knew better why heÕd groaned so as I
manipulated his big schlong.
ÒI do not want you to be unlucky,Ó I said.
ÒGood,Ó Steve said. ÒTurn around.Ó Roughly he took me by my arm. I
tried to resist, a little, but perhaps not with all my strength. Giving a
yelp, I felt Steve turn me completely around so that my bottom was
presented to him. He lifted my hair, a very delicate touch, I thought later,
admiring the feel of it in his hands, and draped it over my shoulder, letting
it fall down my front. ÒDip,Ó Steve said. He made me push down the small
of my back, while leaning forward and holding my bottom up as high as I
could. I had my legs pressed together and he eased them apart. His hands
were insistent, commanding. He was large and I was small. I could not
resist. Downstairs, through the roar of the shower, I thought I heard the
woman scream again.
ÒOh, donÕt do me like theyÕre doing her!Ó I gasped suddenly, feeling
his big meaty thing bump my bottom.
ÒI would not pass up the opportunity to pop you,Ó Steve said.
ÒI am to be popped, then?Ó I asked.
ÒIt is why we came upstairs, is it not?Ó Steve asked.
ÒI thought perhaps it was to wash,Ó I said, naively.
ÒI could care less about washing,Ó Steve said. ÒAlthough,
afterwards, then perhaps I will care a little more about it. When we are
finished.Ó
ÒDoing--?Ó I asked, feeling his big thing insert itself between my
tense legs.
ÒThis,Ó Steve said. He pushed his cockhead against the lips of my
dell.
The shower door slid back.
ÒOh!Ó We both cried. We turned and saw the redheaded woman from
downstairs, still wearing her wig and her jewels, holding the hand of a
man. Behind her, through the bathroom door, came another woman, holding
aloft a cocktail glass. All three of them looked at us with alarm.
ÒOh, IÕm so sorry!Ó the redhead said. ÒI thought--Ó Then, seeing us
poised for my denouement, she asked, ÒMay I watch?Ó
ÒOh, it is her first time!Ó the other woman, the one holding up the
glass above her head, announced, as if to others. Another head, that of a
third woman, peeked round the door, saw me, giggled, and disappeared.
ÒMy dear, I do not wish to embarrass you,Ó Steve said, as if by way
of apology, for he then jammed himself up between my cunt lips, making
me shriek.
ÒHe is making a deposit,Ó the man gazing in at us with the two other
women said. Then, turning, the man said, ÒAs for myself, I have to take a
piss.Ó
ÒNo--!Ó I cried. But it was too late. The redhead, still with an
apologetic look on her face, reached into the shower and clasped one of my
hands that was pressed up against the tiled wall. Steve filled me more
deeply, bringing another sharp scream from me. With her other hand, after
a moment, she reached out and played her fingers across the hard tips of
my dangling tits.
I was stretched upon SteveÕs penis and penetrated to my core. When
he had finally gone as deeply as he could, he pulled back. Then he began
rodding me.
ÒHe will be making his deposit in a minute,Ó the man whoÕd pissed
said, returning to view our progress. I heard the toilet flushing.
ÒOh! No!Ó I gasped. I felt my knees buckle. It did me no good, in
terms of escaping my fate, for it made me sink my weight fully upon his
intruding shaft. He bounced my small bottom gleefully upon his
uprightness. Then, with a hard thrust, tearing a new scream from me, he
pumped the whole load of his cum from his balls into my virgin womb.
I gasped. I worked my mouth. I licked my lips. My eyes gaped at the
two women watching us. The redhead continued to dandle my tits, tugging
at my nipples as if they were bell pulls. I orgasmed in her hands, urged by
her fingering of my tits and SteveÕs rodding of my nest.
ÒNow my turn,Ó I heard, when my senses ceased reeling. I felt Steve
take my hand. Both of us rinsed by the water but not by any means
washed, we got out of the shower. His penis dripped cum and my nest
showed the residue of his efforts upon its lips. He sat me down on the
floor outside the shower. The redhead got in, along with the man whoÕd
pissed. He put her against the wall as I had been. She dipped without
having to be told how to do it. He caressed her a moment, her bottom
pointing up at his thing, and then inserted himself. They fucked. Steve
and I watched, sitting on the floor. Both of us dripped wet puddles onto
the floor as we watched.
A man appeared in the doorway to the bathroom. He was swarthy,
broad-shouldered. He had a great deal of hair on his chest. He looked down
at me. His cock was stiff. He gazed at me as one does at merchandise in a
department store.
ÒShe is yours exclusively?Ó the man said to Steve. He gripped my
hand. I sat with my legs apart, my knees lifted to my breasts. I closed my
legs, looking up at the man. He scared me.
ÒI have already taken it,Ó Steve said to the man.
ÒIÕm not interested in her cunt,Ó the burly man said. He reached
down and grabbed my free hand, the one Steve wasnÕt holding. I gasped.
Rebecca appeared in the doorway. She still wore her glittering
jewels, as I did, though her panties had been removed. I gazed
momentarily at her bush, then up to her face and her eyes. They searched
mine, saw only a novice, exploring new things.
ÒYes, this is she,Ó Rebecca said. She glanced at Steve.
ÒYou are finished? You have popped her?Ó Rebecca asked.
ÒI have taken it. Yes. She is no longer a virgin,Ó Steve said.
ÒCome, dear,Ó Rebecca said. She drew me with her eyes but it was
actually the burly man who pulled on my hand. I sensed I could stay with
Steve if I wished, but I wasnÕt sure what I wished, and so the burly man
managed to pull me to my feet.
ÒOh, Steven, please cum,Ó the redhead in the shower begged. The
man whoÕd been fucking her had just withdrawn. She was shuddering under
an orgasm. ÒPlease cum,Ó she said again. Sperm bubbled from between
her lips. Steven jumped up. He gave me a quick kiss on my cheek. Then he
hopped in the shower. He was just turning the redhead around, to face
him, when I was drawn out through the bathroom door.
ÒSorry to interrupt you, dear,Ó Rebecca told me. ÒBut IÕve met a man
whoÕs an expert in matters you must be trained in. He worked in Saudi
Arabia for a time and his job was extracting information from prisoners.
He understands perfectly bottoms and such things, and is willing to teach
us both.Ó She smiled at me. Giddily she seized my hand, the free one, the
one the man didnÕt already have possession of. I think she had been
drinking a little too much, for she looked especially free and gay.
We went downstairs. There was nude chaos there, everyone going at
it, even the woman who had earlier suffered a whipping.
ÒOh, hello. Back again? Have you been introduced?Ó Katrina said to
me.
ÒYes. She is quite knowledgeable to all the ways of sex now, arenÕt
you, darling?Ó Rebecca said happily. I only nodded dumbly, pulled along by
both herself and the unknown man. ÒBut give us our coats,Ó Rebecca said.
ÒI have met someone special and what he wishes requires more privacy
than we have here.Ó
ÒOf course,Ó Katrina said. She kissed Rebecca, then myself. ÒI wish
I could go with you,Ó she said. I gazed around the living room. It was a
mess. Hardly a place of romance, I thought.
We were placed back into our coats, Rebecca and I. The feeling was
one of being dressed for school, I thought, put into a coat on a rainy day by
oneÕs mother. Katrina kissed us both again. We were still wearing our
jewels, but without our tops or bottoms now. I could feel where Steve had
violated me, between my legs. It hurt a little. Spaghetti still clung to
RebeccaÕs thighs. We were taken outside. The man wore a coat also, but
was nude underneath. He walked us down to a car that was waiting by the
curb. We were hustled inside. He got in with us. He spoke to the carÕs
driver, in the front seat, positioning himself between us in the back. The
car sped off into the night.
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