NND sex school 2
Andrew Roller
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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Sex School
Chapter Two
The next day passed uneventfully. It was a Saturday, and it
might have been a day as domestic and ordinary as any other, from the
looks of things as the girls tumbled downstairs from a late sleep to eat
breakfast. Janice served them, like a mother serving two girls at a
sleepover. She wore a terry cloth robe, the girls wore robes of their
own. The men tried making rude remarks but Janice forbid it; she didn't
want her house to seem like an all-hours whorehouse, she told the men.
"You must be on your best behavior, gentlemen. Children are
present," Janice told Bob and Steve.
"Oh. Right," Steve said.
"I guess we'll have to entertain ourselves this afternoon," Bob
told Steve. But Steve immediately guessed what his older companion was
suggesting.
"No way," Steve said, and as he said it he imagined he could
still feel where the girls in France jamming a dildo up his butt.
Despite her careful domesticity, Janice was laying wicked plans
for the two girls. As they spent the afternoon sunning themselves in
her back yard, sans tops but wearing bikini bottoms as she insisted, and
careful to keep their breasts covered by bras when the lay facing the
sun, as she also required, Janice told Steve of her plans. While Steve
was quite protective of his own bottom hole, his attitude toward the
female kind was altogether different. He rose in salute when he heard
Janice's intentions, despite the fact that she had made both men put on
pants.
"So you're willing?" Janice asked Steve.
"It's too sensational for me not to be," Steve said.
"Bob will enjoy it, anyhow," Janice said.
"When will the guests begin arriving?" Steve asked.
"About seven," Janice said. "Just as it's getting dark. Of
course I insist on securing the girls' permission. It will be quite a
trial for them, and little Laurie is still technically, in my opinion, a
virgin. A back-hole virgin, I mean. That thing I gave her last night
was little more than a toy, child's play."
Janice floated out across her back lawn to the girls. They
were discussing men when she walked up to them. Janice smiled. It was
a good sign.
"Steve is bigger," Brittney was saying to Laurie, the two girls
lying face-up on chaise lounges, each of them with a little bikini bra
laid across their breasts. The girls were still wearing their panties,
which were sexy ones that tied in bows at the waist, but Janice noted
that they had pulled their panties down very low, showing a little of
each of their mounts. Brittney's was brown, and Laurie's, still bearing
the dye from last night, was brown too. Janice laughed.
"They'll think the hair on your head is dyed blonde," Janice
said. The two girls looked up at her. They each wore identical
heart-shaped sunglasses, gifts from Janice that she had purchased
yesterday afternoon.
"Who'll think my hair is dyed?" Laurie asked. Janice sat down
on the grass between the two girls' chairs. She gazed at their young
bodies, stretched out in the westerly rays of the sun. She lifted her
hands and placed a finger on each girl's brown, newly-tanned belly. Her
touch caused both girls to giggle.
"How would you like full tummies tonight?" Janice asked.
"Oh, breakfast was delicious!" Brittney gushed, between
giggles.
"Yes!" Laurie agreed.
"I'm not speaking of dinner, although we will of course have a
fine one," Janice said to the girls. "I'm talking about cum, girls.
Men's cum. Would you like your bellies filled with it tonight."
"Oh, I don't know..." Laurie said. "Showtime is showing Danger
Mouse tonight."
"I like that cartoon!" Brittney said. Janice waited while the
girls discussed the merits of the program and then said,
"The question is, girls, would you prefer to have your bellies
filled, or your bottoms?"
"Oook!" Laurie said, for not only did Janice's words have a
sudden impact upon her, but as if to punctuate her question, the woman
stuck her finger rather stiffly and violently into the girl's soft
belly.
"I think I want my bottom filled," Brittney, who was the more
experienced of the two girls, said, as if ordering something off a menu.
"Well I want you girls to have a competition, for the
entertainment of my guests this evening," Janice said. "Steve's already
agreed to it," she told the girls.
"Well, if Steve's insisting..." Brittney said, her voice
growing shyly soft. Janice looked over at her, still stroking both
girl's bellies, exploring their navels, bringing gentle giggles from
them.
"Do you still long to be a slave?" Janice asked Brittney.
"A- a likkle!" Brittney said, and couldn't help laughing again
as the woman's finger teased her tummy.
"I do took!" Laurie agreed, giggling.
"Then it's settled," Janice said. "I'm going to have a
surprise for you girls tonight, and I want you to play along, doing just
as you're told. Put yourselves in my hands and you will find the
evening to be quite memorable. But I warn you-- once you agree to obey,
any disobedience will be punished with a strap!" The girls nodded,
still giggling at the way Janice's finger was teasing their tummies.
And then she got up and left, leaving them to sun themselves some more,
which they now did with even more daring and diligence, knowing that
their tans would be greeted with new admirers in just a few hours.
Bathed and looking like they'd spent all day in a beauty
parlor, the two girls came downstairs to the ball room where the guests
were waiting. Janice smiled to herself as she brought them down;
balling would be what immediately came to the minds of her guests when
they saw such young, spectacular girls. As for herself, she was dressed
in a long flowing black robe, with sequins. It was transparent in
places, giving flashes of her nipples and even her crotch as she moved,
but just as soon as the see-through fabric swished across a certain
strategic spot on her body, it was followed by an opaque swatch, keeping
her agreeably modest for a party with private guests. The girls,
however, despite Hollywood hairdos, their hair pinned up seductively,
were utterly naked. Except, that is, for high-heeled shoes, which they
now struggled to keep their balance in. And each of them wore one other
garment; long black sheer hose, stretching up from their spiked shoes to
the tops of their thighs. There clasping bands of stretchy fabric kept
their stockings in place. They wore no garters, no garter belts; indeed
nothing else at all, except their expensive hairdos, which Janice had
spent the final hour of the afternoon dressing for them. They were
dressed and yet undressed, their hair perfect, their stockings taut and
fine, their shoes daring, spiked high for the most elegant of parties,
yet at the same time they were as naked as if they had just come from a
bath, which, indeed, they had.
"Ooohs" and "ahhs" greeted the girls as they walked into the
room, accompanied by Janice, who received a round of applause for such a
grand entrance. Coming across the ball room floor, amidst guests
dressed in tuxedos and fetching gowns, the girls were treated not to an
admiration of their personalities, or even the way they held themselves
as they walked, but rather a frank, rather coarse discussion of their
bodily assets.
"A nice ass on her," Laurie heard a man say from behind.
"Great tits," Brittney saw a woman say, to her husband, as she
passed them.
"I would like to have those legs wrapped around me," a man
said.
"Are they ever naughty? I'd like to take a whip to them," a
woman commented. The girls blushed. They were the center of attention,
two children in the midst of expensively attired adults, both of them
naked as jaybirds and loving, despite their embarrassment, how every
pair of eyes in the house followed them as Janice brought them to the
punch bowl.
"Serve yourselves, and then ladle glasses for our guests,"
Janice told the girls. "If anyone should even look like he's running
dry, give him another glass," Janice said. "We want every man full for
this evening." Her pun amused her, and she laughed; it was not lost on
the girls who giggled and gave each other coy looks. Janice turned and
asked the guests to all find chairs as Brittney and Laurie served
themselves punch. Then, when they had drunk from the mildly alcoholic
punch, they began filling glasses for their guests.
For the girls were to be serving girls, their bottoms on view
as they made their rounds, the men and women admiring them with
foreknowledge of what was to come. Despite the girls' expensive-looking
hairdos, Janice invited the guests to abuse the girls; their bottoms
were pinched and their thighs slapped as they moved among the men and
women, serving them. Twice Laurie nearly lost her tray. Brittney did
lose her tray once, and Janice, making her kneel down and pick
everything up, except for the puddle, promised to strap her behind
afterwards on the dias.
For the chairs in which the guests sat were arranged around a
strange circular object sitting in the middle of the ball room. It was
covered with white fur. Everyone sat facing it, as a large fire at
either end of the room cast warm light toward the center, everything
sparkling under an overhead chandelier. It was summer, the fires were
back far enough from the guests to avoid heating them needlessly. At
the same time an air conditioner at the back of the house poured cool
air from overhead vents, high in the ceiling, to keep everyone
comfortable.
"Oooch!" Laurie whined, as a man pinched her ass, adding to the
red marks she was collecting there.
"Oooh!" Brittney said, echoing her cry, as a woman pinched her.
"Do not hesitate to discipline them if they do not meet your
satisfaction," Janice reminded her guests. "They will face a much more
daunting challenge before the night is out." Unbeknownst to the girls
this pattern of behavior would continue in the future years of their
lives. Laurie would wind up sharing Steve's apartment, where he would,
in his late 40's, take to inviting other men over to enjoy his young
lover. She would pass among the men, showing them her beauty, suffering
their assaults as they lewdly caressed her bare ass and gave her butt
stinging salutes. They would use fingers at first, then little pony
whips that Steve passed out, and finally, in later years, their belts,
taking them off and whaling them across Laurie's behind whenever she
least expected. Of course she was always held to a standard of total
perfection, even when she was receiving the sharp crack of inch-wide
leather across her ass. Any mistake, however slight, was punished later
in the evening by even more severe torments.
And Laurie would grow to love every minute of it; the worrying
before the men arrived, the hasty, overwrought preparations, spending
all day getting her hair done and shopping for just the right stockings,
new ones that would delight and please the men, greeting the guests,
gasping when a new arrival promised to put her to even greater tests,
telling her so with just a glance of her eyes, usually, the casual
severity in his gaze telling her all. And then there was the actual
serving, the making of things just right, or as right as they could be,
as the tension built and the men's abuse became stronger. Finally when
she couldn't handle any more, they would tote up her wrongs and punish
her for each of them. Steve particularly liked when a guest came up
with some new torment, something poor Laurie had never imagined before.
She would be required to face it, to take it on, in her by-then ripped
stockings, her lovely hair all askew, her body covered with welts and
knowing, all the while, that she would soon come close to drowning in a
torrent of eager sperm.
"Girl! Over here," a woman commanded. Laurie hurried round
past two men to serve the woman, who was sitting right next to the
fur-covered dias. The lights of the chandelier made her gown look
gorgeous, the same light that touched her sequins glowed against
Laurie's bare skin. Her white breasts bobbed, her hips swayed. A man
reached out and made Laurie nearly lose her balance in her heels as he
pinched her ass.
"It should be the dungeon for you for every mistake you make,"
the woman said to Laurie as the girl gave her a punch-filled glass.
"Dun-Geon?" Laurie asked, displaying unfamiliarity with the
word, for she had yet to see Janice's, did not even know the woman owned
one. Her naivete showed and the woman who was taking the glass from her
said,
"You'll find out soon enough, child." Then, as if to hurry
Laurie's training along, she reached out and pinched the flesh of the
girl's flank as she turned away, rushing to serve another calling guest.
"Ack!" Laurie gasped, feeling the pinch on her flesh, speeding
her steps lest she receive as much or more from her new client, not to
mention from those seated within arm's reach of her along the way!
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