Message-ID: <7625eli$9804061157@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: Andrew Roller Subject: Sum 2 Summer of Sin part 2 of 20 (NND) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: roller666@earthlink.net Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35283FF0.105E@earthlink.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in SUMMER OF SIN _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ 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, “Vivant”. 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. Steve’s 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. “Are you alright?” I asked, holding him, looking up in his eyes. “Yessss,” Steve breathed. “Good.” 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. “Rub it. Rub it good, bitch,” 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 Steve’s tremendously hard penis, they glided down to his balls. I felt the huge, heavy sac hanging tautly between his legs. “Is this where your sperm stays?” I asked Steve. “Yes,” he said. His voice strained as it had been doing since we’d 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. “And you want to put it in me?” I asked. I faced him, my hands soapy, the spray of the shower hitting my front. “Yes,” Steve said. He patted my belly. “Right here. I want to put my sperm right here.” “All of it?” I asked. Steve laughed. “There are other places I could put it too. In your bottom, your mouth. Or, if I am unlucky tonight, in your hands.” “Oh. Yes,” I said. Now I knew better why he’d groaned so as I manipulated his big schlong. “I do not want you to be unlucky,” I said. “Good,” Steve said. “Turn around.” 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. “Dip,” 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. “Oh, don’t do me like they’re doing her!” I gasped suddenly, feeling his big meaty thing bump my bottom. “I would not pass up the opportunity to pop you,” Steve said. “I am to be popped, then?” I asked. “It is why we came upstairs, is it not?” Steve asked. “I thought perhaps it was to wash,” I said, naively. “I could care less about washing,” Steve said. “Although, afterwards, then perhaps I will care a little more about it. When we are finished.” “Doing--?” I asked, feeling his big thing insert itself between my tense legs. “This,” Steve said. He pushed his cockhead against the lips of my dell. The shower door slid back. “Oh!” 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. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” the redhead said. “I thought--” Then, seeing us poised for my denoument, she asked, “May I watch?” “Oh, it is her first time!” 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. “My dear, I do not wish to embarrass you,” Steve said, as if by way of apology, for he then jammed himself up between my cunt lips, making me shriek. “He is making a deposit,” the man gazing in at us with the two other women said. Then, turning, the man said, “As for myself, I have to take a piss.” “No--!” 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 Steve’s penis and penetrated to my core. When he had finally gone as deeply as he could, he pulled back. Then he began rodding me. “He will be making his deposit in a minute,” the man who’d pissed said, returning to view our progress. I heard the toilet flushing. “Oh! No!” I gasped. I felt my knees buckle. It did me no good, in terms of escsaping 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 Steve’s rodding of my nest. “Now my turn,” 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 who’d 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. “She is yours exclusively?” 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. “I have already taken it,” Steve said to the man. “I’m not interested in her cunt,” the burly man said. He reached down and grabbed my free hand, the one Steve wasn’t 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. “Yes, this is she,” Rebecca said. She glanced at Steve. “You are finished? You have popped her?” Rebecca asked. “I have taken it. Yes. She is no longer a virgin,” Steve said. “Come, dear,” 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 wasn’t sure what I wished, and so the burly man managed to pull me to my feet. “Oh, Steven, please cum,” the redhead in the shower begged. The man who’d been fucking her had just withdrawn. She was shuddering under an orgasm. “Please cum,” 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. “Sorry to interrupt you, dear,” Rebecca told me. “But I’ve met a man who’s 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.” She smiled at me. Giddily she seized my hand, the free one, the one the man didn’t 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. “Oh, hello. Back again? Have you been introduced?” Katrina said to me. “Yes. She is quite knowledgeable to all the ways of sex now, aren’t you, darling?” Rebecca said happily. I only nodded dumbly, pulled along by both herself and the unknown man. “But give us our coats,” Rebecca said. “I have met someone special and what he wishes requires more privacy than we have here.” “Of course,” Katrina said. She kissed Rebecca, then myself. “I wish I could go with you,” 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 one’s 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 Rebecca’s 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 car’s driver, in the front seat, positioning himself between us in the back. The car sped off into the night. 30 ----------------------- Dreamgirls! ----------------------- -Other stories: type http://www.dejanews.com/ into your browser’s “Location” window. Press your “return” key. Under “Quick Search”, type in: roller39@idt.net Press your “return” key. -Other providers: Usenet Newsgroup: alt.sex.stories.moderated or by e-mail: file.request@backdrop.com or via the Web: http://www.netusa.net/files/Authors/eli/www/erotica/assm/ -Free minicomics: send a stamped, self-addressed envelope to: Jim Corrigan, P.O. 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