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                                        Andrew Roller Presents
                                   NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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                                              Night Games


                                              Chapter Four

         Gwen was down on her hands and knees receiving Brad from the
rear when a woman bent down and whispered in her ear.  Gwen's eyes
widened, and not just from the vigor with which Brad was penetrating her
cunt.  The little girl was a virgin!  Gwen straightened her back, and
pushed hard against Brad.  To the man's surprise he no longer found
himself the predator in this game of love, but the prey, the succulent
young blonde's cunt enveloping him with such energy that he quickly
spurted.  Gwen accepted his tribute in her belly and then, after resting
a moment, there on her hands and knees with his penis still in her, she
rose.  Brad slipped out of her.  He looked hopefully at her.  Had he
been satisfactory?  She bent and gave him a kiss, her naked breasts
brushing his cheek as she stood after rewarding him with her mouth.
         "You did very well, Brad," Gwen smiled.  He was 30, but still
needed a great deal of training.  She would have to attend to him
sometime, but at the moment an urgent matter pressed:  that of possibly
making her next party even more exciting than this one.  But she had to
move quickly.  The girl was nothing if not hapless and might lose her
best asset at any moment.  And her dear mother was much too liberal, in
Gwen's opinion, but it would prove quite handy at her next party.  If
she was in time.
         Meanwhile, in a bedroom down the hall, behind the privacy of a
locked door, Sasha was about to admit her daughter to the joy of sex. 
She was reluctant about it, but the girl seemed unstoppable in her
curiosity.  Better this than finding out she'd gotten with some boy at
school who'd given her not just knowledge but a disease or two as well. 
Here, Sasha could supervise everything.  No one at the party had gained
admittance without providing, ahead of time, proof that they were
healthy.  Jason was a fine physical specimen and if her daughter were to
lose her cherry, he seemed as excellent a fellow to take it as any
other.
         "You must spread your legs, dear," Sasha said to her daughter. 
The girl had gotten up on the king-sized bed and was lying on her back,
but with her thighs together as if she were trying to hold back a
bladder-full of pee.  Sasha stood beside the bed, a jar of cream in her
hands.  It was open, and she was smearing its contents, with her gloved
hands, over Jason's lengthy and impressive cock.  "Do not cum in her,
sir," Sasha told Jason.  "Merely open her.  Break her hymen.  You may
cum in me after you have popped her."  Jason shivered.  
         "Then I may have you too?" Jason asked, nearly losing his
opportunity as he felt the woman's hands caress him.  
         "Yes," Sasha said.  "You will need relief after taking her,
won't you?" Sasha asked.
         "Yes," Jason said, and nearly relieved himself in Sasha's
palms.
         "Mommie, how long is this going to take?" Cindy, lying on the
bed with her legs apart, asked.  She had put a finger in her mouth and
was sucking it, gazing at Jason's penis as her mother greased it.  Sasha
tossed back her blonde hair and looked over at her daughter.
         "Only a moment, dear.  Why, do you have to pee?" Sasha asked.
         "No.  I just was wondering what Steven was up to," Cindy said.
         "Did you like him?" Sasha asked.
         "Mmmm.  Yeth," Cindy answered.  "But he spurted in my mouth.  I
didn't like that!"
         "Jason has promised not to cum in you," Sasha told her
daughter.  "He's simply going to put himself into you.  Into your belly,
so you won't be a virgin anymore."  Sasha gazed at her daughter with
loving eyes, lying so sweet and innocent upon the bed, her little thighs
apart, her cunt unknowing, yet wet with excitement, glistening with
ardent dew.  "It's going to hurt a little, darling," Sasha told her
daughter.  "But mommie will be there.  I'll hold your hand for you and
it will only take a moment."
         "Yes, mommie," Cindy said.  She gave her mother a big smile. 
She was delighted that her mother had acquiesced in her quest for love. 
Even as her mother pursued knowledge of a darker and more daring sort,
the little girl had her own desires that she wished to see fulfilled. 
Men frightened her, but they intrigued her at the same time.  Men, and
boys also, with their needy cocks which pressed themselves into her
hands and mouth so willingly, only to make fools of themselves when she
gave them what they wanted.  Now Jason was going to offer himself to
her, but this time between her legs.  Between her legs!  Cindy opened
herself more, admiring the tall slender man.  She gazed at him with a
mixture of puzzlement and desire.  She sucked upon her finger, wondering
what it would feel like to have something large and stiff like his organ
driving into her little cunt.  She had felt herself there sometimes,
with the finger she was now sucking, but he was so much bigger, and she
understood he was to go much deeper, right up to her navel, perhaps
farther still.  Maybe he would go so deep with that big thing of his
that he would come popping out of her mouth!  Cindy trembled.  She
passed a hand over her right nipple.  It was rigid, a tiny peak of
pleasure.  Just brushing it with her palm caused her whole body to
quiver.  The jellied mounds of her tits shivered deliciously.  Her belly
drew in, more even than it already was, creating a concave little hollow
where perhaps Jason would kiss her, tonguing her navel before urging his
organ up into her cunt.  Cindy's right hand slipped lower.  She ran her
fingers through her little bush, feeling the newgrown hairs there, the
sign of maturity that just a few months ago she had not possessed yet. 
She was passing out of little girlhood, developing a body like her
mother had.  And now, with her mother in acquiescence, she was going to
join her in the games of love!  Cindy was happy that her mother would be
standing by her side.  If she were older perhaps it would have
embarrassed her, but she was only 12, and she needed her mother's
approval before taking a step such as this.  This was not something that
she would merely put in her mouth, and suck upon, and tease.  This was
something that would drive right into her womb, and fulfill her, and
make her different from what she was right now, no longer a little girl
but a lady!
         Gleaming with lubrication, Jason watched as Cindy's mom
released him.  He stood stiff and hard before her, quivering on the air,
half wishing she would take him again and simply milk him to bliss.
         "Cindy's waiting," Sasha told Jason.  "Please be gentle with
her."  Jason nodded.  He was about to turn and mount the bed when Sasha
bent and kissed his manhood.  The gesture, and the feel of her tongue,
again nearly caused him to spill.
         "Damn.  Don't do that!" Jason gasped.  Sasha lifted her head
and said to him,
         "Remember.  Don't cum.  My daughter's not ready for that. 
Simply open her."
         "Yeah.  Okay," Jason said.  He bit his lip.  This was going to
be tougher than he had imagined, now that he thought about it.  He was
being used, in a way, his cock put to service, which was fine with him,
but the injunction against cumming was going to be hard to fulfill.  He
got on the bed, aware of his balls hanging heavy beneath him.  Sticking
out before him, his cock was the center of attention, watched by both
females as he mounted little Cindy.  When he was over her he decided to
assist himself by having her elevate her hips.  He reached up and pulled
the pillow from under her head.
         "Hey!" Cindy cried.
         "I need this under your ass.  It will make it easier for me,"
Jason said.
         "A pillow's for a person's head!" Cindy groused.
         "Not in this case," he told the little girl as she felt herself
forced to rest her head upon the mattress.  "I want your little cunt up
a little so I can get into you, and out again, without being overcome by
the feel of your luscious little body."
         "It's for the best, dear," Sasha said, coming to her daughter's
side.  She helped Jason lift Cindy's small behind and slide the pillow
under her.  When her hips were resting on it, Jason spread her thighs
wider.  He pushed her thin legs to the limit of their ability to open,
gazing down now at her treasure between them, her childish little slit,
wet with her excitement.  He presented his cock to her with clinical
detachment, like a doctor about to perform a surgical procedure.  Yes,
he would have to this without emotion, Jason told himself, if he were to
pop her without spending in her, as she, and her mother, seemed to
want.  Jason looked over at Sasha.  She was a lovely prize; the thought
that he could have both the mother and daughter made him tremble anew
with lust.  He bit his lip again, this time harder than before.  He felt
his testicles churn.  He must endure, he must perform the operation and
get out again without losing himself.  
         "Don't hurt me!" Cindy cried with sudden alarm as she felt him
put his cock head to her.  His touch caused her to flinch; the thought
that his pee hole was pressing against her most secret place made her
fill with sudden misgivings.
         "Be still.  Spread your legs more," Jason said, though little
Cindy was already, as he well knew, open as far as her young thighs
could go.  Nonetheless the girl, sucking hard now on her finger,
complied, and he was amazed to see her little legs urge themselves apart
even more, finding some last bit of stretchiness to allow her to be as
vulnerable to him as she could possibly be.
         "Very good," Jason said.
         "Hold my hand, mommie!" Cindy cried out, feeling the young man
push upon her cunt lips.  Her finger flew out of her mouth even as Jason
made slight headway up into her cunt.  It was tight; he gasped at the
feel of her little snatch squeezing upon him.  Sasha grabbed her
daughter's hand.  She squeezed it, even as the girl squeezed her
assailant.  There was fear in Sasha's eyes, and in her grip; was she
doing the right thing?  Cindy, caught inside her mother's clasping
fingers, cried out as her mother squeezed too hard and caused her pain.
         A new pain assailed the girl down between her legs, as Jason
thrust himself further into her.  The man's penis pushed against and
stretched her hymen.  All was poised now on the edge of destruction;
another upward nudge, within the silky clasping channel, and the girl's
innocence would be lost forever.  Jason gasped.  The job was a tough
one; the girl's cunt was unbelievably tight, even tighter than other
virgins he'd had, but he'd never had one quite this young.
         "Hold on," Jason told Cindy, saying it as much to himself as to
the girl, for what, in the end, did he care about her anyway?  He
preferred men, if truth be told, though he rarely told anyone, and would
surely not tell Sasha for she might think he had AIDS.  He did not, but
he was lucky; nothing thrilled him more than to offer up his ass to men,
something which he had only just begun to do, upon moving to L.A.  Even
now, as he knelt poised over this girl, about to take her innocence, and
promised the bliss of fucking her mother when he was done, he let his
mind drift to Steven.  Had the girl mentioned that she liked him?  Jason
did too, and he wondered where the man with the goatee was at this very
moment, as Jason tasked himself with popping Cindy's cherry.  Such an
excellent penis that man had, as long and hard like his own, though he
had been disappointed to see that some other man, or woman, had gotten
first crack at it tonight.  Perhaps after Jason came in Sasha, he would
find Steven, and then he would invite the man to shower, that they might
both cleanse themselves from the tasks of love before retreating to a
bedroom to enjoy each other.  The thought of soaping Steven's long cock
made Jason shiver.  He would use his tongue to rinse it.  He would lick
it clean under the hot pulsing blast of the shower, only to take it to
bed and milk it dry.  With his behind, which he fancied was as tight as
the little cunt he was now tasked with opening.
         A male who was entirely a heterosexual would have finished
Cindy.  But Jason's musings caused him to pause; a touch which Sasha
found pleasing, as if the man himself were hesitant to finish, not
wishing to spoil her daughter's innocence.  Indeed, seeing him poised on
hands and knees, his cock a quarter in the girl but three-quarters out
of her, still remaining to be thrust in, Sasha said, after a moment,
         "Ah, sir, you must push in farther.  I don't think you've quite
taken her yet."  Beneath Jason, the child squirmed.  Was she impatient
for him?
         "Mommie!" Cindy gasped.  "I can feel him in me!"
         "Yes.  He is going up you," Sasha said.  Gripping her
daughter's hand, she said, "Don't torture her with it, sir.  Give it to
her."
         Just then there was a knock on the door.  It was locked, of
course.  Sasha would not have wanted such an intimate moment to be
viewed by others, not least because she still had misgivings about
allowing it to happen.
         "Just a minute!" Sasha cried, alarmed that someone should
disturb them at so crucial a moment.  "Fuck her now," she told Jason,
wanting to see the job finished before they were interrupted.
         But something told Jason that it was Steven at the door.  The
thought that his prowess with this virgin might be witnessed by a man he
admired made him want Steven to see it.  Hastily he pulled himself free
of the girl, nearly spilling himself as he felt his cock pop out of her
clingy tightness.  His balls roiling, he jumped from the bed.  His
ardent penis bobbed in front of him as he raced to the door.  He opened
it, only to find Gwen standing there.
         "Sir!  Get back here!"  Sasha cried.  "Finish my daughter!  Are
you afraid of her?"
         "Ooooh, mommie!  What happened?  Is he done?" Cindy asked. 
Gwen stepped into the room.  She grabbed Jason's dick.  The man trembled
with excitement at being so urgently clasped.  
         "Is your daughter still a virgin?" Gwen asked Sasha, in a
no-nonsense voice.
         "I- I think so.  Tell him to come back here," Sasha answered. 
Cindy put a finger into her mouth and gazed at Jason.
         "Thank you," she lisped over her finger, sure now, in her
innocence, that he had completed the job.  Gwen squeezed Jason, as if he
were some animal presenting himself to her to be milked.
         "We are not in the most modest of circumstances so I shall be
blunt," Gwen said to Sasha.  "I knew your daughter was young but I did
not know she was a virgin, though obviously I should have suspected it. 
A girl like her, if she is in fact still a virgin, could bring a great
deal of money."  Sasha raised an eyebrow;  Cindy, lying with her bottom
elevated on the bed and her legs apart, listened with great interest. 
Gwen walked over to the girl.  She looked between her legs.  In sudden
modesty Cindy tried to close her thighs to the woman.  Gwen slapped
them.
         "OW!" Cindy cried.
         "Keep your legs apart," Gwen said.  She examined the girl. 
Cindy protested, over the finger twixt her lips, Gwen's fingers parting
her cunt that she might peer into her.
         "Gwen, really!" Sasha scolded.
         Gwen ignored the girl's mother.  Rudely she lifted Cindy's ass
with her fingers.  The child was small and light, it was easy for the
woman to raise her up high enough that she might see into her.
         "I think her hymen's still intact," Gwen said, after a moment. 
She dropped Cindy back onto the pillow and looked at Sasha.  "I wish to
feature your child at my next party," Gwen said.  "I can think of the
perfect costume for her and men would pay dearly just to be with her,
knowing she is a virgin."
         "My daughter is not for sale," Sasha answered.  Gwen stood
fully erect now, and brushed back her blonde hair.  Her blue eyes
glowed, seemingly penetrating Sasha, commanding her to bend to her will.
         "You came here to be punished," she said to Sasha.  The blonde
mother looked away; Gwen's gaze hardened and she snapped, "Don't deny
it.  What better punishment than to see your daughter sold like a common
whore?"
         "No!" Sasha cried.
         "You also agreed to be my slave for the night," Gwen said.  She
stepped close to the young mother and clasped her by the waist.  She
nuzzled her face with her lips, her breath arousing Sasha even as she
tried to squirm out of the woman's hands.  "You will fulfill all your
promises to me, and your daughter will be kept a virgin for my next
party," Gwen told Sasha.  "Say yes.  I want to hear you say it."
         "Mommie, AM I still a virgin?" Cindy asked from the bed, her
legs still poised tantalizingly open and Jason now wondering if he
should rush back to the girl and finished the job he had begun on her.
         "Yes," Sasha breathed, unwillingly, but loving the sound of her
submission as she heard her voice speak it.
         Half an hour later, in a closet in a room at the back of the
apartment, the young mother sat on a small stool.  Her arms were
uplifted, tied to the clothes rack above her head with leather
restraints.  Her mask continued to hide her identity, but her breasts
lay open to pillage, nakedly wobbling whenever she moved, her leather
halter setting them off from her body.  Below her frightened indrawn
belly her hips were bare, her little bibbed belt having been removed and
lying on the floor where it would not be in the way.  Her ankles were
pulled apart and tied, her cunt showed between her legs, a prize to be
taken by anyone who found her sitting there in the closet.  Beside her
sat her daughter, smaller and perhaps even more beautiful than her
mother, if one did not mind that her breasts were still growing and that
there was palpable fright in her eyes.  Long red welts decorated her
mother's body where a man had applied a whip to her, before pumping her
full of himself.  The daughter, in a show of prudence rare in this
apartment this night, and even rarer in this closet, had a belt around
her waist.  It was adorned with three locks which held a strap tightly
against her cunt, despite her forced-open thighs.  The strap ran under
her snatch and up the length of her bottom crack, so that men deprived
of her treasure in front might not put themselves into her from behind
instead.  Gwen opened the closet.  A naked man entered.
         "You may have the mother, but the daughter is for entertainment
only," Gwen said.  The man looked at Sasha, admired the signs of her
submission marking her body, and the sign, too, that another like
himself had preceded him.  It would make his entrance all the easier,
now that the night was late and he was tired.  The woman looked
delectably tight; the lubrication from a fellow lover like himself would
make his enjoyment less arduous.  There was a whip lying on the floor,
next to the woman's cast-off bib skirt.  The man bent and picked it up. 
His cock, half tumescent with lust but weary from all his exertions
elsewhere in the apartment wobbled, awaking slightly as he held the whip
in his hands and contemplated the beautiful available woman beneath
him.  And her daughter!
         "May I whip the little girl?" the man asked Gwen.
         "Not tonight," Gwen answered.
         "Then I shall whip the mother all the harder," the man
answered.
         "As you wish," Gwen said.  "But do not hit her breasts too
hard.  She is sensitive about them."  The man looked at the young
mother's tits, luscious and white-fleshed, cones of perfect beauty
marred a little now by what some other man had done to them with the
whip this man was now holding.
         "She should not show them so wantonly if she doesn't want them
to be a target," the man told Gwen.
         "Perhaps you are right," Gwen answered.
         The man struck Sasha, as Gwen left him to do with her as he
pleased.  Sasha cried out.  The man threatened to find a gag for her
mouth if she insisted on screaming so loudly.  Yet the mother did not
beg for him to stop, even when he hit her with all the violence he could
muster, even when, against her wishes, he struck her breasts.  When he
had exhausted himself, or his arm rather, his cock was fully erect. 
There was a pillow lying on the floor, stained with some other man's
cum, and disregarding that he would be kneeling in another man's jism he
positioned the pillow on the floor between the young mother's legs in
order to penetrate her with his newly awakened erection.  Gwen listened
outside the closet as he forced himself into Sasha, then she went into
the living room, where the redhead, the woman she had met earlier in the
night in the undressing room, was decorating a cake with her anus.  What
she had received in the undressing room had long since found its way
into a toilet bowl, but now she was making her behind available to such
men as still had something to give, and when they had filled her with
their need she shitted it out on a cake.  Gwen smiled.  The woman was
creating the perfect dessert, even if not everyone would want to taste
it.  Yes, it had proven to be a marvelously decadent party, and her next
would be even better!

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