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                                        Andrew Roller Presents
                                   NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
                                                        
                                        BETWEEN YESTERDAYS

                                               Chapter One

         "What would you think of joining another couple for sex?" she
asked him.  They were newly married, but still college students.  He
looked up at her from his newspaper at the breakfast table.  She was
utterly gorgeous, with perfect round uptilted breasts that threatened,
even now as she spoke to him, to come spilling out of her low cut
negligee.  "The Johnsons have a dungeon.  They want us to join them,"
she said.
         "A dungeon?" Dave asked.  He felt his cock rise in his loosely
tied pajama pants.  He was bare-chested.  Sandy giggled as she watched
Dave's eyes, saw the way his sculpted chest tightened; she knew him well
enough to guess what was happening to him under the table.  "I've heard
of such things, but--"
         "I know," Sandy said.  She looked down at her coffee.  She put
a spoon in it.  She twirled the spoon, releasing the heat trapped
beneath her coffee's latte topping.  Feeling a little nervous now, after
the boldness of her statement, she bit her lip.  She had relished the
idea of asking her husband the question she'd posed, knowing the effect
it would have on his cock.  Especially the bondage part.  But now that
the idea was released, Dave might just take it up.  Was she really ready
for what she had proposed?
         "Would it hurt?" Dave asked.  Anxiously, Sandy giggled.
         "I think it's supposed to, dear," Sandy said.  She felt her
nipples rise suddenly.  Dave noticed.
         "Have you done this before?" Dave asked her.  Sandy shook her
head `no'.  "I thought maybe you were holding something back from me,"
Dave said.
         "Have you done it?" Sandy asked him, looking up at him with her
bright, shy blue eyes.
         "No, of course not," Dave said.  They continued eating.  Sandy,
without panties as she sat on a cushion on her breakfast chair, with its
interwoven straw seat, began thinking about her bottom.  How comfortable
it felt, just at this moment!  How perfectly accommodating their
surroundings were, here in their newlywed apartment.  Did she really
want to try bondage?  To feel pain?  Her ass would not be so
scrumptiously at ease if she had a whip put to it!  And what about
Dave?  Did she really want to see his cute little behind struck with a
whip?  The thought of how his naked penis would bounce if a whip struck
him in back made Sandy bite her lip harder, to the point that it truly
began to hurt.
         "Alright," Dave said suddenly, from the other side of their
small table.
         "Huh?" Sandy asked, looking up at him again, for her eyes had
fallen back down to her coffee, waiting for it to cool.
         "I said okay," Dave replied.  "Tell the Johnson's I said
okay."  Sandy felt tendrils of fear rush up her back, spreading across
from it to her breasts, making her tit points even sharper.  That was
just like Dave.  When he decided, for the both of them, that was it. 
She had no say in the matter.  Of course it was she who had foolishly
raised the question, but now that Dave had agreed it was his will that
would prevail, whatever reservations she might have.
         "I just asked, I didn't say--" Sandy began.
         "Let's go into the bedroom.  I have a sudden desperate urge to
fuck," Dave told her.
         They met the Johnson's the following weekend.  It was a Friday
night, perfect for a long bout of fun.  The Johnson's were just out of
college.  They had been married for two years.  Mike Johnson was
studying to be an anesthesiologist, already making nice sums of money
helping out in Mercy General's operating room.  His wife Victoria was
planning to be a nurse, though she had put her studies on hold for
awhile to simply enjoy being with her husband.
         "What- what is this going to be like?" Sandy asked, when they
had finished a candlelight dinner and were relaxing in the couple's
living room.  Sandy and Dave sat on a couch.  Opposite them, beyond the
interposition of a low coffee table, Mike and Victoria sat.  There was a
vase of freshly cut roses on the coffee table.  They were beautiful,
Sandy thought, as her question hung in the air, but their stems had
sharp thorns.
         "Well," Victoria said, after a long moment, during which her
husband smiled and caressed her breasts.  She was a beautiful woman. 
She had long dark hair that she wore piled up on her head, tied with
violet ribbons.  Her mouth was sensuous, red full lips poised beneath a
small, slender aristocratic nose.  Her eyes were dark and inviting. 
They sparkled now as she considered, with elegant slowness, Sandy's
nervous question.
         "The essence of sex is pleasure," Victoria said.  She giggled. 
Dave and Sandy chuckled.
         "We know that," Dave said.
         "But the essence of bondage is pain," Victoria went on.  Dave
and Sandy grew quiet and pale.  "In mixing the two, one tries to achieve
a combination that is both erotic and challenging.  For instance, when
we were considering who to invite, Mike said to me... what did you say,
honey?"  Mike unbuttoned the top button of his wife's blouse, showing
part of her pink frilly bra.
         "I said, whoever you pick, make sure she has a nice ass," Mike
said.  He unbuttoned another button on Victoria's blouse.  "Because
you'll be eating it."  There was an immediate gasp from Sandy.  Victoria
chuckled, looking at her young guest's startled blue eyes.
         "Mike wants to see me fuck a woman's ass with my tongue,"
Victoria said.
         "Oh my," Sandy managed to get out, her heart suddenly racing. 
Dave, nonplussed, stroked her belly.  His wife was wearing a tightly
stretched crop top.  It dipped low to show off the upper halves of her
breasts.  Beneath the crop, Sandy's belly was bare.  Dave palmed the
flat expanse of warm skin.  He dipped a finger in her navel.
         "I don't know if--" Sandy began, but Dave raised a hand and put
a finger over her lips.
         "Tell us more," Dave said.
         "Well," Victoria smiled, letting the word hang again in the air
as her husband undid two more of her buttons.  Her breasts were now
thrusting forth from her blouse, their weight easing open her blouse. 
She could see the effect her display was having on Dave.  Still holding
his wife, his eyes were nonetheless trained on her.  Right on her tits,
in fact, only now and then jumping, ever so briefly, up to her eyes.
         "Pain can be a luxurious sensation," Victoria said.  "Perhaps
not so much in the application as in the feeling afterward.  Especially
in the idea of having accomplished something, of having been brave.  I
have always considered beauty an important component of bondage.  The
perfect cock, bound with a tight leather ring, or even metal, exposed
and subjected to difficult tests.  Or the ass, whether of a male or a
female, its cheeks taken from a state of virginal paleness to red
suffering, the whip strokes applied with exquisite slowness.  Cruel
slowness, to draw out the pain and make it wonderfully harsh.  There is
nudity in bondage but not the quick, hot pleasure and release of sex. 
One might spend hours naked without any sympathetic touches, or
appreciative kisses.  It is a way of life that is akin to the medieval
torture chambers, but where the participants have come, at least
initially, without being forced.  Emotions are provoked but not
fulfilled and released.  Instead they are stretched out, and all the
while the victim is gorgeous to look at, even as the mauling continues,
as the screams are heard."  
         Mike had continued unbuttoning Victoria's blouse as she spoke
and the garment was now completely undone.  He eased it off her,
exposing small, delicate shoulders, which looked even more diminutive
set against the woman's tremendous bosom.  Her tits were held back only
by her bra now, and her large breasts seemed to be winning the battle
against this flimsy inner garment, straining it with their
double-barrelled weight.  Even as she felt fear at what Victoria had
just said, she felt a twinge of jealousy.  She could feel her husband
watching the woman's tits, savoring them, pulling her bra off with his
eyes and applying his mouth to her upstanding nipples.  Sandy had nice
breasts too; she didn't want them to seem second-rate.  She felt a
sudden wave of relief as her husband took his hand off her belly and,
joining it with his other hand at her chest, began to lift up her crop
top.  She wasn't wearing any bra underneath.  Her mouth uttered a small,
grateful "Oh!" as Dave bared her breasts and Mike, sitting across from
her, looked with obvious desire at her tits.
         "In our case, selecting a couple to invite for bondage, we
wanted three things," Victoria went on, her voice now like that of a
purring cat, small and quiet, yet saying things which seemed to claw at
the air.  "Of course, for the sex part, they must be young and eager. 
And married, of course, like ourselves.  But shy too, as you both are. 
We wanted to teach, not to compete with another experienced couple,
seeing which of us could outdo the other.  It is more fun, I think, to
have students, to share a new idea rather than be in a kind of Olympic
competition."  Mike had his wife lean forward a little, her breasts
hanging heavily and sumptuously as he fiddled with her bra clasp.  A
moment later he succeeded; Victoria's breasts spilled forth naked,
leaving their cups immediately owing to their grand weight.  Victoria
laughed; Sandy and Dave joined her, their laughs less certain, however,
owing to what the woman was saying even as her utterly wonderful beauty
was revealed.   "In addition to having a new couple, who would make
good-looking and fun sex partners, we also wanted a nice pair of asses,"
Victoria said.  "The behind is very important in bondage.  It is the
focus of much of the discipline and punishment that's delivered.  Not
only does one commonly apply a whip to the ass, but there are so many
other implements as well; the riding crop, the paddle, the cat o' nine
tails, the utterly cruel and unforgiving martinet."  Mike reached around
and cupped his wife's tits.  Gently he began rolling her nipples between
his fingers, pinching them a little as Victoria continued speaking,
causing her to gasp between her words.  "Then there is impalement,"
Victoria managed to get out.  "Putting something up the bottom.  There
are so many ways it can be done.  A tongue, a finger, a dildo.  And of
course the living penis, thrust up into the ass, eager for pleasure and
not caring if it hurts the victim, be he male or female.  Seeing an ass
impaled, especially a very good-looking ass, is a delight.  There is a
certain crudeness in the act that a good fucking in the pussy just can't
equal.  Done right, the impaling object should be of a size that can
just barely be endured.  We decided to look for two anal virgins who had
asses that were so beautiful as to seem to be aching to be opened."
         "How-- how did you know--?" Sandy gasped, for she had never let
Dave fuck her there, and as far as she knew, and indeed hoped, he had
never been gay or anything.
         "I brought it up with you last week," Victoria smiled.  "I
asked Dave directly, at the swimming pool, if he'd ever had anything put
up his bottom."
         "No," Dave said, giving the same half-shocked answer he'd given
the week before.
         "And in your case, dear Sandy, I asked you if you'd ever
experiment with your husband.  You said you just had sex the way
everyone else did--"
         "Oh yes.  Now I remember," Sandy gulped.  Her nipples were
tight and stiff little points, Dave massaging them now as he gawked at
Victoria's endowments.
         "You have pretty breasts," Mike told Sandy.  His eyes glowed. 
He had been looking for some time now at Sandy's tits as Victoria spoke
and Sandy was not unaware of it.  She felt butterflies in her stomach.
         "They're not as big as your wife's," Sandy said.
         "They don't have to be.  They're the perfect compliment to my
wife's tits," Mike said.  "Why don't you two stand up and kiss?  It
would be quite beautiful to look at."
         "Oh, I don't know--" Sandy said, but Dave immediately nodded
and pushed her up.  When she was standing, for good measure he suddenly
lifted the back of her skirt and yanked down her panties, all the way
down to her knees.
         "Hey!" Sandy cried.
         "Don't touch them," Dave said of Sandy's panties.  He urged his
wife forward with a hand pressed to her skirted bottom.  She stumbled
forward, still wearing her high heels.  Mike liked Dave's idea and
quickly undid the buttons at the front of his wife's jeans.  They were
pretty dark jeans, of a thin denim weave.  He yanked them down, and when
his wife's panties were exposed he pulled those down too, leaving her
bush bare before her guests.  With her legs held close by her jeans and
panties banded around her knees, Victoria toddled forward.  The woman
suddenly tripped and fell.  Sandy caught her, not with any intention but
simply by being there, in front of the woman, as she fell.  Victoria was
the heavier of the two and Sandy let out a surprised grunt.  Almost
immediately the two began kissing.  Their lips meshed, even as Victoria
struggled to recover her balance.
         "Mmmmm!"  The two wives cried, tasting each others mouths,
smelling each others perfumes.  Sandy had never imagined she would be
kissing another woman but now here she was, and it felt wonderful!  Her
bare breasts pressed against Victoria's.  Their nipples clashed, twin
points of desire stabbing into each other's pillowed softness, touching
point-to-point on one side, Sandy's right to Victoria's left.  Behind
them their husbands immediately got out their cocks.  It was a wonderful
sight, and they were going to enjoy it as it should be enjoyed, lustily
stroking themselves.  The women, who had heard their husband unzip, felt
a new urgency at the thought of their lovers' cocks exposed.  They
kissed harder, their tongues explored more deeply.  Sandy thought
suddenly of what Victoria had promised, that she would fuck the girl in
her ass!  Sandy wiggled her bottom thinking of it.  Was she going to
allow such a thing?  Could she stop it?  The two wives' hands, at first
clasping each other round the bottom or the shoulders now slipped round
to each others pussies.  Legs parted to admit fingers; Victoria lifted
the front of Sandy's skirt and dipped her right hand into Sandy's cunt,
her other hand stroking the girl's thigh.  Sandy retaliated, only
seconds behind Victoria.  She played in the woman's dark bush, her other
hand sliding back again to part the cheeks of Victoria's ass.
         "Oh!  You're naughty!" Victoria gasped, feeling Sandy delve
into her both in front and back.  Sandy couldn't quite believe what she
was doing.  Perhaps it was Victoria's promise to plunge her tongue into
Sandy's ass that now made the young wife test, with her index finger,
the interior of Victoria's butt.  She found herself pressing a fingertip
against Victoria's anus.  The larger woman flinched; Sandy pushed a
little harder as Victoria's bottom cheeks clenched.
         "Come on, open up," Sandy smiled up at Victoria.  The taller
woman relented.  Her ass cheeks eased a little.  Sandy pressed hard and
suddenly Victoria let out a howl, Sandy's finger plunging knuckle-deep
into the interior of her bottom!
         "Oh my God!" Sandy said, stunned at herself for what she had
done.  With sudden regret she wanted to pull her finger out of the other
woman's bowels but Victoria's ass, whether by instinct or design,
huddled tight again, her twin cheeks once more trapping Sandy.
         "Ah, God!" Mike cried, seeing what the naive young wife had
done.  He strummed himself urgently.  She would prove to be a most
willing accomplice after all, it seemed, in their bondage games.
         "What's happening?" Dave asked.  He got up from the couch, his
hand working his cock with boyish enthusiasm.
         "Oh!  She has a naughty finger," Victoria gasped, about Dave's
wife.  Mike leaned forward and took his hand off his cock long enough to
yank his wife's jeans down to her ankles.  Immediately the taller woman
spread her legs.  She bent her knees.  To Sandy's alarm, pushing just a
little more, her finger slid more deeply up into Victoria's ass.
         "God!  You're finger fucking her!" Dave exclaimed.  He came
round to see for himself what Mike was witnessing.  As both men kept
rubbing their cocks, the two wives now fucked, ever so gently, Sandy
doing Victoria in her behind.
         "Oooh!  Oooh!  Oooh!" Victoria moaned.  Sandy's finger moved
back and forth.  It was a scary yet exquisite sensation, kissing this
woman as she worked her finger in her rectum!  Victoria gave Sandy's
pussy a gentle exploration.  Her fingers moved blindly as they continued
to kiss.  Sandy, at the same time, with her other hand, explored
Victoria there.
         "Ooooh!" Sandy suddenly exclaimed, Victoria finding her special
spot in her cunt.
         "Mmmm, now I've got you," Victoria said.  And Sandy's own knees
buckled and her legs moved farther apart, stretching her panties to the
limit.
         The tableaux continued for several more minutes.  The two men
brought themselves near to spilling; the two wives came close to tasting
bliss.  And Victoria, with a finger up her bottom, tasted for the first
time the sort of impalement she had spoken of so freely, as if a
resident expert, although she had only done reading in the matter up til
now, in magazines.
         "Let's stop," Victoria breathed.  "Stop and take a break."  She
could hear the men grunting behind her and she did not want to see them
spoil their fine erections.  Not yet; she had plans for them. 
Reluctantly Sandy stepped back from the taller woman.  She felt her
fingers slip out of her cunt and her own fingers left Victoria.  Her
finger behind came popping out of the woman's bottom.  Immediately,
looking at the brown stain on her finger, Sandy blushed.  Victoria
smiled and got Sandy to step out of her panties, Victoria pulling off
her panties and jeans.  Then, together they went to the kitchen and
washed Sandy's finger off.  Victoria passed a washcloth behind herself
to pick up any shit that might have been left between her cheeks.
         When the two women returned to the living room, Mike and Dave
were pulling off their clothes.  Sandy and Victoria joined them,
slipping out of what little they still were wearing.  Naked, the
foursome gazed wondrously at each other.  They were truly beautiful,
nude penitents ready for bondage!
         "Shall we go in?" Victoria asked, and her gaze went to a door
set into a wall of the living room.  The whole wall was in shadow, Dave
realized he had barely noticed the door until now.  Immediately Sandy
gasped and grabbed Dave's hand.  "We shall hold hands, but not with our
natural partners," Victoria said.  She went to Dave and Sandy and eased
their hands apart.  Then she drew Sandy over to her husband, and put her
hand not in his but on  his erect cock.  "This is how we hold hands for
the festivities we are planning," Victoria smiled.  Before Sandy could
protest Victoria went to Dave and took hold of his cock.  The young man
nearly burst, feeling the elegant woman's hand take hold of him.  Sandy
giggled a little, her bare breasts shaking, as she watched her husband
almost spill himself on their hosts' carpet, his face suddenly red and
his cheeks puffed.
         "I- I have to pee," Dave said, trying to cover his
embarrassment at almost spoiling their fun by ejaculating.
         "All will be seen to where we're going," Victoria said.
         "You have a toilet there?" Dave asked, still trying to make it
look as if he really did need to pee, and wasn't on the verge of being
fondled into an unwanted emission.
         "Urine is a precious bodily fluid," Victoria said to the young
man.  Already Mike was pushing Sandy forward, his hands on her bottom,
the girl seemingly unwillingly holding him by his cock.  Victoria urged
Dave forward too, pulling him as gently as she could so he wouldn't
baptize her thigh with his seed.  "In our bondage room, we use urine for
erotic purposes," Victoria continued, feeling Dave throb in her hand. 
"Like peeing on each other."
         "Each other?" Sandy asked.  Mike put his hand on the door
handle.  He opened the door.  There was a slow creak, as if a forbidden
vault was being prised open.
         "We'll decide what to do with your pee when we get inside.  But
I want you to hold it for now," Victoria told Dave.  He marvelled at the
school marmish way she said it, an elegant teacher with his dick in her
hand!
         The room beyond was dark.  Mike pushed Sandy into it.  She
clutched at his dick now, holding it frightfully, not wanting to see
what he intended to show her.  He found a lightswitch and flicked on the
lights.  Suddenly a room of medieval design appeared.  Bizarre items of
torture, which Sandy could not begin to comprehend, were lit by the
lights.  Victoria pulled Dave by his dick in behind Mike and Sandy.  The
dark-haired woman was smiling.
         "It's time to have some fun!" Victoria said.
         The first item that Victoria and Mike wanted to introduce their
guests to was called an inverted rack.  Victoria said the name of the
device slowly, letting her friends absorb both the sound of the words
and the item itself.  It was curious to look at.  A pair of boards
stretched forward, equipped with straps.  Two boards were at an angle,
again armed with straps.  Then inbetween, there was a hump.  It was
narrow, made of wood, and softened with a layer of animal fur.  Victoria
guided Sandy to the device.  She had the young wife place the front part
of each of her legs against the leaning boards.  Looking down, Sandy saw
that she was now straddling the furred hump.  From behind, Mike suddenly
pushed her forward.  He did it roughly, Sandy's breasts bouncing as she
lost her balance and fell.
         "Ohhh!"  Sandy cried.  Her pussy slammed down right on top of
the hump.  Her hands, sprawling forward, reached for and landed on the
boards that stretched out beyond it.
         "See?  It's an inverted rack," Victoria said to Dave.
         "Nice," the husband enthused, and Sandy looked back, giving him
a worried look, for he seemed not at all concerned that Mike had just
made her fall.
         "I'll tie down the straps in front, you do your wife's legs,"
Mike said to Dave.
         "No!" Sandy screamed.  But she found to her dismay that she
couldn't get up.  Her weight was awkwardly poised over the hump, her
pussy pressing to it and her arms and legs akimbo.  Mike got to her
right arm as she tried using it to push herself up.  He wrapped a strap
around her wrist as she continued to protest, buckling it tight.  In
back Sandy felt her own husband go to her left leg, pressed up against
the leaning-forward board, and put the straps to it.  Victoria,
chuckling, went to the wall of the room where an array of paddles was
hung.
         "Oh, please, let me up!" Sandy cried.  But Mike, when he had
finished binding both Sandy's wrists to the forward boards, produced a
gag.  As if to mock Sandy he rubbed the cloth gag briefly against his
erect penis.  He wet it a little, with his precum, then put it, the wet
part, into Sandy's gasping mouth.  As he tied the gag at the back of the
girl's head, Dave finished strapping down Sandy's right leg.
         "Now for a good paddling," Victoria smiled at Sandy, as the
girl tossed back her hair from where it had fallen, in her struggles,
over her eyes, and looked back at her tormenters.  Again she looked at
Dave, her eyes pleading, but he only smiled, enthused at this new game. 
Victoria explained that a girl must be trained to enjoy a good
paddling.  For this purpose the hump was there, rubbing up against
Sandy's pussy.  "She is sure to feel pleasure when the paddle makes her
rub herself against it," Victoria said.  Indeed, Sandy was now blushing,
for as she struggled to break free of her bonds she became aware of the
pleasant sensation of the fur between her legs.
         Whack!  Without further ado, Victoria brought the paddle down
hard.  Sandy gave a startled cry.  She had not expected to be so
suddenly and abruptly assaulted, like a naughty girl!
         "That's for putting your finger up my bottom," Victoria said to
Sandy.  The blonde struggled in her bonds.  Her ass stung; worse,
perhaps, her ass cheeks were stretched open before her hosts, owing to
the wide separation of the boards her legs were bound to.
         Whack!  Whack!  The paddle fell two more times, and Sandy's
bottom, previously a glorious white, began to redden.  
         "You may pee whenever you like," Victoria said to Dave.  "Aim
for your wife's bottom hole."
         "Can I go too?" Mike asked.
         "Of course, dear," Victoria told her husband.  "If you're going
to fuck Sandy in her ass, I see no reason why you can't pee in it."
         "Do you mind?" Mike asked Dave.  But that was like asking a boy
if he minded seeing his sister in Penthouse.  He might, if he were
thinking about it rationally, but with his cock close to bursting Dave
was anything but rational.
         "No, go right ahead," Dave said, and waved his hand forward,
holding his cock with his other hand, as if he were offering a urinal to
another man in a bathroom.  "I can wait," Dave said.

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