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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
THE FRUITS OF DESIRE
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Chapter Twelve
The car rolled through the night. It was long and sleek and dark,
moving now along the freeway, surrounded by other cars, some hurrying
past, others trundling along in the right hand lane, slower than the limo.
Had Amanda been living her ordinary life, she would probably have been
driving in this traffic. She would have been making her way home from
the water park, cursing the thickness of the traffic and wishing it would
not crowd her so much. Instead she had no thoughts at all of the traffic.
She was sitting in the limousine, watching as two men, both of them
electrifyingly handsome, gazed at her naked, newly revealed breasts.
Suddenly Amanda, holding her bra in her hands, letting her bosoms shiver
and show their tips in the cool air conditioned air, remembered her car.
ÒOh! I left my Honda at the water park!Ó Amanda said.
ÒOh yeah,Ó Mark agreed. He shook his head. He came out of the
reverie AmandaÕs lovely breasts had induced.
ÒYour car?Ó Patrick asked.
ÒYes,Ó Amanda said.
ÒI left my yo-yo in the back seat,Ó Kelli piped up, remembering the
Honda.
ÒIt is not a problem,Ó Patrick said. ÒWhen we have arrived at my
Reservation I shall have my limo driver go back for it. I have a butler who
can go along. HeÕll drive your car to your home and it will be entirely
safe.Ó Patrick looked at Mark. AmandaÕs purse lay on the seat beside
MarkÕs thigh. ÒCheck to see that her keys are in her purse,Ó Patrick told
Mark. Amanda reached out, to ask for her purse and find her keys herself,
but Patrick stopped her. ÒYou will not be needing your purse any more,Ó
Patrick told her. ÒHowever every care will be taken with it. I myself have
an incentive to protect your purse. It contains your keys, and you will
need those to let yourself into your home when I have finished with you.Ó
ÒHere are the keys,Ó Mark said. He lifted them out of the purse and
jangled them. Then, rather suspiciously, he looked at Amanda and said,
ÒWhy do you keep condoms in your purse? We donÕt use them when we
sleep together.Ó
Amanda blushed. She said nothing. She looked down at her breasts
and watched as they quivered gently. The twin cones of flesh were shaken
ever so lightly by the movement of the car along the freeway. KelliÕs
breasts quivered too, and she toyed with the bra which once cupped them,
twisting its drawstrings in her small fingers.
Mark put AmandaÕs keys back into her purse. He closed the handbag
and laid it back on the seat, next to his thigh, out of her reach.
ÒIf you would please hand me your bras,Ó Patrick said to the girls.
They looked at him. Then, sheepishly, they gave him their bikini
brassieres. Patrick fondled the cups and the strings. Then he gave them
to Mark.
ÒShould I stuff these into her purse?Ó Mark asked.
ÒNo,Ó Patrick said. ÒI donÕt want the girls putting them back on. We
must be rid of them. Roll down the window and throw them out.Ó
ÒWhat?Ó Mark asked.
ÒDo as I say,Ó Patrick told the young man.
ÒOh! But we need them!Ó Amanda cried.
ÒYou do not,Ó Patrick answered.
ÒBut--Ó Kelli protested.
ÒWhen you are released from the Reservation you will be given
something to wear. DonÕt worry,Ó Patrick said.
By now Mark was grinning. It was a school boy fantasy, stripping the
girls of their bras, but he found the juvenile aspects of it appealing. He
rolled down the window beside him. The noise of the traffic outside burst
into the limo. Headlights glared. Mark lifted AmandaÕs bra and gave her a
smirk.
ÒOhhh, DONÕT!Ó Amanda cried.
ÒNo!Ó Kelli pleaded.
Mark tossed out AmandaÕs bikini. It flashed in the glare of an
approaching car and then disappeared under it. Mark threw out KelliÕs bra
next. There was the honk of a car horn. Mark rolled up the window.
ÒNot yet,Ó Patrick said to the younger man. ÒYou will not be needing
your swimsuit either. Take it off and throw it out the window too.Ó
ÒOh, YES!Ó Amanda cried.
ÒOh goodie!Ó Kelli chortled.
ÒIÕm not sure I want to--Ó Mark said.
ÒWe must establish once and for all that I am the master,Ó Patrick
told the young man. ÒThere must be no quarreling in this matter. I shall
not allow you to even see my Reservation, with my three pretty squaws, if
you cannot be compliant. You must not think of yourself as beneath me.
Rather, think of yourself as the junior partner. Or, if you like, as the
junior officer, in a campaign of conquest. Sexual conquest. If you wish to
go on this campaign, then you must acknowledge my seniority.Ó
Mark looked at Patrick. The older man looked at the young manÕs
penis. Mark was hard and full and he admitted to himself that he wasnÕt
really capable of arguing. He was too full of sperm to argue. Slowly, with
the noise of the traffic outside still coming through the window, which
was not rolled up completely, Mark took off his swim trunks. He looked at
Amanda and Kelli. His juvenile grin was gone, replaced by one of concern.
Once he tossed his trunks out the window, all bets were off. He would be
naked, utterly bare, without even a towel to protect himself, for he had
left all their towels at Waterland.
ÒGo ahead,Ó Amanda, with revenge in her eyes, challenged Mark.
ÒYes! You donÕt need it!Ó Kelli agreed, and gaily stared at MarkÕs
penis.
ÒOh, shit,Ó Mark said. He rolled the window back down. Then, biting
his lip, he tossed out his trunks.
BEEEEEEEP! A car horn sounded in the night. A moment later a
vehicle rushed by.
ÒFucking rich assholes!Ó a voice cried from the passing car. But
Mark was already rolling the window back up, and Amanda and Kelli,
hearing the driverÕs cry, both burst out laughing.
Uneasily Patrick turned around, and looked out the darkened back
window.
ÒI do hope we donÕt get pulled over for littering the roadside,Ó
Patrick said. He pressed the intercom built into the seat beside him.
ÒYes?Ó the chauffeurÕs voice asked.
ÒTake a side road,Ó Patrick said. ÒI donÕt want the Highway Patrol
pulling us over five minutes from now.Ó
ÒThe highway patrol?Ó the chauffeur asked.
ÒThe girls lost their tops,Ó Patrick said.
ÒOh,Ó the chauffeur said. Patrick, perhaps out of deference to Mark,
didnÕt add that Mark had lost his bottom.
Patrick looked at Amanda and Kelli. ÒIn this age of cellular phones
one must be careful,Ó he said.
ÒIÕm glad I didnÕt wear my tiger striped bikini to the water park,Ó
Kelli said.
Patrick cleared his throat. ÒNow as your master, it is my duty to
keep you entertained,Ó he said. ÒSo we shall play a few games, if you
donÕt mind.Ó
ÒOh! I like games!Ó Kelli said.
ÒVery well,Ó Patrick said. ÒWould you hand Mark an ice cube,
please?Ó
ÒSure!Ó Kelli said. She reached into the cooler. She pulled out a
soda.
ÒNot a soda, Kelli. An ice cube,Ó Patrick told the young girl.
ÒOh,Ó Kelli said. She put the soda back and plucked an ice cube from
the cooler. ÒHere,Ó she said. She handed it to Mark.
ÒWhat am I supposed to do with this?Ó Mark asked. He looked at the
cube. It was square on five sides but, on the sixth side, it was shaped like
a crescent moon.
ÒBalance it on your penis,Ó Patrick told the young man.
ÒHuh?Ó Mark asked.
ÒPut it on your cock and see how long you can hold it there.Ó He
lifted an eyebrow. ÒYou did not think my games would involve anything
other than the genitalia, did you?Ó
ÒOh. No,Ó Mark said.
With Amanda and Kelli watching with delight, Mark placed the ice
cube carefully on the crown of his cock. His big bristling pole of bare
flesh quavered from his pulse, and from the vibrations of the limo. Mark
let go of the ice cube.
ÒYou can get ice like that on Southwest Airlines,Ó Patrick told Mark.
ÒOh, great.Ó Mark said, watching as the ice shivered atop his dick.
He strained to keep it from falling off. ÒNow if I donÕt mind stripping
naked in front of a planeload of people I can play with the ice next time I
fly,Ó he muttered.
ÒJust a thought,Ó Patrick smiled.
The ice began to melt. Mark held himself rigid, afraid to move, lest
the ice topple off his cock.
ÒHow long do I keep this here?Ó Mark asked.
ÒUntil it melts,Ó Patrick said.
ÒOoops!Ó Mark cried. His penis twitched, or perhaps the car hit a
small bump, and the ice went flying to the floor.
ÒSorry, but youÕll have to do it again,Ó Patrick said.
ÒHuh?Ó Mark asked.
Patrick reached under the seat. He pulled open a drawer, spreading
his legs to pull the drawer out. He reached into it. He took out a big black
paddle. He handed it to Kelli.
ÒFor every ice cube you drop on the floor, you will be given one
spank,Ó Patrick told Mark. ÒYou win or, rather, deliver yourself from
punishment, when you are able to hold your penis still until an ice cube
has melted completely. Kelli will give you the ice. When you have finally
succeeded in terminating the game, she will give you the number of spanks
you deserve. She will also keep track of how many ice cubes you drop on
the floor.Ó
Mark frowned. ÒSheÕs not very good at math,Ó he said.
ÒI am too good at math!Ó Kelli shouted. Her eyes were gleeful. She
weighed the paddle in her hands and looked with interest at MarkÕs bare
hips. ÒI can count VERY high,Ó Kelli said. ÒOne, two, thirteen, sixty-four,
sixty-five, sixty-six... and one million!Ó
ÒThis is annoying,Ó Mark muttered.
ÒKelli, please hand Mark a new ice cube,Ó Patrick said.
ÒYes, sir!Ó Kelli said. Happily she saluted the grey-haired man. Her
young, excited breasts quivered nakedly. She reached into the cooler and
fetched a new cube and handed it to Mark.
ÒOh, shit,Ó Mark said. He placed the ice cube on the end of his penis.
ÒHold still this time,Ó Patrick warned the young man.
ÒIÕm trying!Ó Mark said. He held his legs open and gazed at his
trembling, rock hard erection. The ice wobbled atop it. Slowly, it began
to drip.
Patrick closed the drawer between his own legs. He leaned back
against the comfortable leather seat. With relaxed eyes he looked at Mark,
watching as the young man strained to keep the ice atop his penis.
ÒConcentrate,Ó Patrick told Mark. ÒThink of nothing but your cock.
So often we men are encouraged to not think about that part of our
anatomy. Our mothers give us pants. Our coaches instruct us on the
proper wear of a jock strap. Now you are free, Mark, to concentrate solely
on your penis. Indeed it is to your advantage to focus entirely on your
cock. Your bottom will thank you for it.Ó
ÒOh, shit!Ó Mark swore. The ice dropped from his organ.
ÒKelli? Another cube, please,Ó Patrick said.
ÒSURE, sir!Ó Kelli said gleefully. She gave Mark a new piece of ice.
ÒMy dickÕs getting cold,Ó Mark protested.
ÒWhen the paddle imparts heat to your bottom, it will no doubt cause
your dick to warm up as well,Ó Patrick assured the young man.
ÒMmmm! FOUR spanks!Ó Kelli chortled.
ÒFour?Ó Mark asked, putting the ice on his dick. ÒThis is number
three! CanÕt you count correctly?Ó
ÒMark, you should trust Kelli. After all, she trusted you,Ó Amanda
said.
ÒHuh?Ó Mark, trying desperately not to drop the ice, asked.
ÒYou took her to a Bottom Party, and she trusted you when you
fucked her ass.Ó
ÒOh yeah,Ó Mark breathed.
ÒSo now you should trust her counting,Ó Amanda said.
ÒBut sheÕs not counting correct-- OH, SHIT!Ó Mark wailed. The ice
dropped off his dick.
ÒOboy! Six spanks!Ó Kelli shouted.
ÒGoddamn it!Ó Mark yelled.
ÒKelli, another cube if you please,Ó Patrick told the girl.
ÒOboy! Yes sir!Ó Kelli said.
ÒFuck! Everyone shut up, if IÕm supposed to do this,Ó Mark said. He
angrily took the ice from Kelli. He placed it on his penis. He gritted his
teeth and watched as his hard, erect pole shivered tensely.
For once, everyone was quiet. Nothing could be heard, save the soft
rolling sound of the vehicle along the road. Slowly, the ice began to send
long rivulets of cold meltwater running down the length of MarkÕs cock.
Droplets dripped off the underside of his crown. Mark bit his lip and
looked as if he was in agony, but he did not move a muscle as the ice
slowly succumbed to the heat of his cock. Finally, Kelli said,
ÒBOO!Ó
ÒShhhh!Ó Mark warned the girl. Still the ice remained, balancing
tentatively atop his dick.
Kelli leaned forward. She began to blow.
ÒWhat are you doing?Ó Mark asked the girl.
ÒIÕm trying to blow off the ice,Ó Kelli told him.
ÒThat would be cheating, Kelli,Ó Patrick warned the girl.
ÒBut heÕs only up to eleven spanks so far,Ó Kelli pouted. ÒI want him
to have one million!Ó
ÒGood God! Who ever graduated you from the seventh grade?Ó Mark
asked Kelli.
The ice cube finished melting. To everyoneÕs astonishment there
was nothing left, save a wet spot atop MarkÕs dick.
ÒOboy! Now I get to spank you!Ó Kelli cried. She hefted the paddle.
Mark looked at Patrick.
ÒYou donÕt really expect me to turn around and show her my ass, do
you?Ó Mark asked the older man.
ÒOf course,Ó Patrick said. ÒDid she not show you hers?Ó
Mark looked to Amanda for help. But she had unsympathetic eyes.
ÒBend over, Mark,Ó she said. ÒItÕs not like sheÕs going to stick anything up
you.Ó
ÒOh, damn,Ó Mark said. He slid off the leather seat. He turned around
and knelt on the floor. He shoved his ass at Kelli. Suddenly, flexing his
buttocks, he let a fart.
ÒPHEW!Ó Kelli shouted. She waved the paddle about, like a fan.
Amanda clapped her hand over her nose. Patrick raised an eyebrow and
then, leaning over, reaching past Amanda, he rolled down a window.
Outside there was only blackness, and, beyond the low rumble of the
car, the faint sound of crickets. They were out in the country now. There
were only a few vehicles on this road.
ÒGive him three extra spanks for passing gas, Kelli,Ó Patrick told the
young girl.
ÒOKAY! He deswerves it!Ó Kelli agreed, wrinkling her nose.
ÒHow many am I getting now?Ó Mark asked angrily. He looked back at
the girl, over his broad, tanned shoulder. His white ass stuck up at her, an
inviting target.
ÒSixteen!Ó Kelli said.
ÒWhat?!Ó Mark asked.
WHACK! The paddle slammed into MarkÕs bare ass. Kelli breathed
hard, as if she were suddenly a wolf, hoping to blow down the home of the
three little pigs.
ÒOne!Ó Amanda, watching, said solemnly.
ÒIÕm not supposed to get sixtee--Ó
WHACK!
ÒYeeouch!Ó Mark cried. His testicles, hanging between his legs,
shook alluringly from the force of the blow. His penis gave a shivering
display, wobbling between his legs like a tuning fork sensing water.
Patrick left the window rolled down, so that MarkÕs screams could be
heard across the rolling farmland.
ÒTwo,Ó Amanda said.
ÒEasy with that paddle,Ó Mark ordered Kelli.
ÒNo talking!Ó Kelli said. ÒFour more spanks for that!Ó
WHACK!
ÒShit!Ó Mark yelled. He waggled his ass. It was turning red. ÒHow
many am I getting now?Ó
ÒTwenty-two!Ó Kelli said.
WHACK!
ÒTwenty-two?!Ó Mark cried. ÒWho in GodÕs name taught you to
count?Ó
ÒBig Bird,Ó Kelli said proudly.
WHACK!
ÒBig Bird?! On Sesame Street?Ó Mark gasped, his eyes bulging as he
absorbed the repeated blows.
ÒYes! And the Cookie Monster!Ó Kelli said.
WHACK!
ÒHow many is that?!Ó Mark wailed. He moved, apparently trying to
rise, as if finished.
ÒUmmm, three... I think,Ó Kelli said. She looked at Amanda. ÒAuntie,
whatÕs twenty-two minus three?Ó
ÒIÕve gotten WAY more than three spanks!Ó Mark said.
ÒYouÕre still talking,Ó Kelli said. ÒMore for that!Ó
WHACK! WHACK!
ÒYEEEOUCH! Fucking A!Ó Mark hollared.
ÒI think he has three left,Ó Amanda said.
ÒOhhh, rats,Ó Kelli said. ÒTalk some more, Mark.Ó
But Mark was silent now, praying for relief, as Kelli delivered the
final three blows. Patrick wasnÕt sure if Mark had gotten the entire
twenty-two Kelli had promised him, but one thing was certain. He no
longer had a white ass.
ÒHowÕs your penis, Mark? Is it still cold?Ó Patrick asked, when Mark
finally was permitted to sit down again. He did so gingerly, wincing as
his buttocks touched the leather seat.
ÒNo,Ó Mark gasped.
ÒVery well,Ó Patrick said. ÒSo you have recovered from one torment,
by the application of another. And your balls... how do they feel?Ó
ÒFull,Ó Mark said. And indeed they did, lolling like a big heavy sack
between his legs, making him feel rather like he possessed a big, fat
water balloon beneath his penis.
ÒVery well,Ó Patrick said. ÒYou may find you have an occasion to
empty yourself soon. For now it is the turn of the girls to play a game.Ó
ÒHmmm?Ó Amanda asked.
ÒIf you will give me the paddle, please, Kelli,Ó Patrick told the
younger teen.
ÒItÕs warm,Ó Kelli said. She ran her fingers across its surface.
ÒYes. MarkÕs bottom has warmed it,Ó Patrick said. He took the
paddle out of the girlÕs hands. He put it back into the drawer under his
seat.
ÒWhat sort of game, exactly, do you have in mind?Ó Amanda asked
Patrick. She seemed not entirely pleased to find that the tables were
being turned.
ÒWe have plenty of ice left, and so it is only appropriate that your
own sexual parts should taste a bit of it, just as MarkÕs have,Ó Patrick
smiled. He looked at the two girls. They cringed a little, under his gaze.
They knew that both men were stronger than themselves. They also
realized that they were locked inside a moving vehicle. They had no hope
of escape, even if they did manage to overpower the men, which was quite
impossible. In addition to that, Amanda and Kelli were now only wearing
their bikini bottoms. It was unlikely that two topless girls, stripped of
all their possessions save their panties, could do little more than
humiliate themselves, if they did manage to escape the limo. It was
awesome, the sudden realization of how thoroughly captive they were.
They were prisoners, and their only consolation was that they were
imprisoned by two very handsome men.
ÒOhhhh!Ó Amanda sighed.
ÒWhat?Ó Mark, still wincing as he adjusted his ass on the seat,
asked.
ÒI wish we had not so eagerly paddled your ass,Ó Amanda told him.
ÒIt hurt,Ó Mark said. He looked at Kelli. ÒYou should go into
demolishing buildings when you grow up.Ó
ÒI just pretended your ass was a ball, and my paddle was a baseball
bat,Ó Kelli said.
Amanda looked at Patrick. ÒWhat-- what do you have in mind?Ó she
asked.
ÒA contest,Ó Patrick said. ÒA contest between two pussies. To see
which is the warmest.Ó
ÒThe warmest?Ó Kelli asked.
ÒYes,Ó Patrick said. ÒEach of you shall put an ice cube into the front
of your panties. When it melts, you shall put in another one. The first girl
to melt ten ice cubes wins.Ó
ÒOh, that will be COLD!Ó Kelli said, a look of concern looming in her
big eyes.
ÒOf course,Ó Patrick said. ÒBut it will prove which of you has the
warmest pussy. Now in order to induce a true sense of competition, we
must of course have an incentive.Ó Patrick leaned down and opened the
drawer under his seat. He drew out a bottle of baby oil. Then he reached
down again, and took out a jar of vaseline. ÒYou shall both come over to
Mark, and use these items to lubricate his penis.Ó
ÒWhat for?Ó Kelli asked.
ÒBecause the losing girl will have to take Mark up her ass.Ó
ÒYEEEEEK!Ó Kelli cried. She clapped her hands to her hips.
ÒOh God!Ó Amanda gasped.
ÒThat sounds like an excellent contest,Ó Mark grinned.
ÒOf course,Ó Patrick told the young man. ÒWhat good is a contest if
it cannot give pleasure to your penis?Ó
ÒI could use some pleasure,Ó Mark confessed.
ÒOh this is horrible! Let us out!Ó Amanda said. She tried the door
beside her but it was locked. The window was still rolled down, and she
gazed out of it, wondering if she should try to climb through.
ÒThereÕs nothing out there but cows,Ó Patrick grinned at the young
woman. ÒCows and donkeys. Do you think you should join them?Ó Kelli,
despite her apprehension, put her hands to her mouth and giggled.
ÒNo,Ó Amanda said. ÒBut IÕm really not in the mood right now to be...
to be...Ó
ÒYes?Ó Patrick asked.
ÒOh, you MEN!Ó Amanda howled.
ÒRelax. You may win the contest,Ó Patrick told her.
ÒYes but I donÕt want my little niece to--Ó Amanda began, gesturing
toward Kelli.
ÒDonÕt worry, auntie! IÕm going to win the contest!Ó Kelli assured
her.
ÒYes but then that means--Ó Amanda said.
ÒYou are a mature, full-bottomed, grown-up teen,Ó Patrick told
Amanda. ÒSperm is good for a young ladyÕs ass. It puts color in her
cheeks.Ó
ÒOh GOD!Ó Amanda cried.
ÒSettle down,Ó Patrick told her. ÒIÕm sure Mark will be gentle,
whichever of you may lose.Ó
ÒHeÕs too big for me,Ó Kelli said confidently.
ÒThen obviously youÕve nothing to fear. Come and oil him up!Ó
Patrick said.
Kelli slipped from her seat. Instinctively she got down on her knees.
It was, of course, impossible to stand up in the limo, due to its low
automobile roof. However Mark felt as if Kelli might have dropped to her
knees in any event, as he watched her crawl over to him. Her eyes were
large, luminous. She stared at him. Or, rather, she stared at his cock,
which stood like some carved ivory idol between his legs, rampant and tall
and jutting, as if reaching to the sky, to rejoin its brother Gods.
Worshipfully staring at Mark, Kelli crawled the short distance
across the floor of the limo to him. Her aunt, perhaps out of a desire to
protect Kelli, or perhaps from female jealousy, dropped down off her seat
and crawled over to Mark as well. Due to the awe with which Kelli was
regarding MarkÕs penis, like a small kitten mesmerized by a new ball of
yarn, Amanda reached Mark first. She took the baby oil and vaseline from
Patrick before Kelli could get at them.
The older man gazed down at the two girls. Their naked breasts
swung gently, from their own movement and the rolling motion of the car.
How lovely they were! Their long hair, wet from Waterland, had now dried.
It tumbled in a haphazard, uncombed, but somehow beautiful mass of
luxury down past their faces, over their small shoulders, and both down
their backs and toward their breasts. Amanda, holding the jelly and oil
both in one hand, her fingers straining, reached up with her other hand and
brushed back her hair. Her nude breasts wiggled, as she pushed the hair
from her eyes. Patrick felt himself grow painfully hard in his swim
trunks. How wonderful to have both girls so naked and at the same time so
captive! And Mark, with his big priapus, was he not captive as well?
Surely he could have overpowered the older man, yet his balls kept him
captive, and his massive erection. Mark could no more exit this vehicle
than the girls could, despite his much greater strength. For, were he to
leave the car, what would he do? Walk naked across the farmlands?
Perhaps he might steal PatrickÕs swimsuit, but then what? His big penis
kept him from wearing it! He would have to ejaculate first, before he
could hope to get it on. But Mark would not wish to leave, even if Patrick
stopped the car, and offered to let him out. For Mark was looking forward
not only to pleasure from these girls, kneeling before him, but also to
pleasure from the three other girls Patrick had promised him.
ÒAuntie! I want to oil him!Ó Kelli said. Her eyes danced eagerly. She
reached with her hands for the oil her aunt held. Her eagerness set her
bare young breasts into a more vigorous motion.
ÒKelli! No!Ó Amanda said. She batted away the girlÕs hands. Then,
seeing her little niece pout, she finally relented and gave her the jelly.
ÒWeÕll share,Ó Amanda told the girl. ÒWait Ôtill I squirt him. Then you can
rub him all you like.Ó
ÒI donÕt want to rub him. I want to squirt him!Ó Kelli said.
Mark felt sweat run down his temples. His skin was moist with
perspiration, despite the coolness of the air. His armpits felt sweaty and
his penis was sweaty too, as well as his buttocks on the seat. He was
desperate to spurt. Looking at the girls, with their bountiful young tits
wobbling freely, their hands fighting over the oil and jelly, made him want
to shower them both with his cum. Was not the battle for the baby oil
really a battle for his penis? A moment ago both girls seemed aghast at
having to take his cock. Yet now these two teens couldnÕt decide which of
them would oil him. And there was only one reason for him to be oiled, so
he could fuck one or the other of them up the ass! Girls, Mark concluded,
were completely nuts. And then a thought occurred to him: if girls had
just their insane personalities, and no bodies, what would men think of
them?
ÒThat must be why men pursue Playboy-type girls, if they can,Ó Mark
told himself. ÒItÕs not just that the beauty attracts them. ItÕs the
compensation for having to put up with so much bull shit.Ó
ÒHuh?Ó Patrick asked.
ÒJust muttering...Ó Mark replied.
ÒAuntie! I want the oil!Ó Kelli insisted. SheÕd managed to get her
small fingers around the bottle and she was trying to pull it out of her
auntÕs hands.
ÒOh, alright,Ó Amanda said. She gave it to Kelli. Then the girl,
having gotten the oil, suddenly changed her mind.
ÒI want Tweety Bird instead,Ó Kelli said.
ÒHmmm?Ó Amanda asked.
ÒTweety Bird is on the vaseline. I want Tweety Bird!Ó Kelli said.
So the girls switched, Amanda taking the baby oil, and Kelli taking
the jar of vaseline, which had, on the side opposite the word ÒVaselineÓ,
an image of Tweety Bird.
ÒHi, Tweety!Ó Kelli said happily to the jar.
Amanda looked at Mark. She smiled, her eyes hovering over his dick
like a childÕs, Mark thought, when a child is just able to see over the
kitchen counter, at a jar of cookies looming just out of reach. She lifted
the baby oil. She aimed it at MarkÕs penis.
ÒReady?Ó Amanda asked.
ÒI guess so,Ó Mark said. He felt his sweating increase. The force of
the baby oil snaking up and down his cock might make him lose himself.
How ridiculous it would be for him to suddenly cum when the baby oil hit
his penis! And yet, it would be lovely to hear the girls squeal. Perhaps he
would be like Old Faithful, not just cumming but gushing, and his cum
would splatter their lovely hair and leave white hunks of himself drying in
it. Mark shuddered. Amanda aimed and fired.
SQUIIIRRT!
ÒUhn,Ó Mark said, as if struck a blow. The sensuous baby oil laced
along his dick. It first wet his pee hole and then Amanda traced the flange
of his crown. Then she ran it down the underside of his dick and liberally
squirted it into the growth of pubic hair at the root of his cock. Then it
was back up along the side of MarkÕs penis as Mark, all the while, strained
to contain himself.
ÒDo his balls too, auntie!Ó Kelli, watching wide-eyed, insisted.
ÒOh, yes!Ó Amanda chuckled. She aimed the bottle at MarkÕs
testicles and fired. The abundantly full bottle spurted itself upon MarkÕs
abundantly full balls. How strange, Mark thought, that I should be
receiving like this, experiencing the fullness of another container
expending itself onto my sac. Mark shuddered again and bit his lip to avoid
cumming, as he felt the bottle empty itself on him.
But it was not quite empty yet, even after wetting MarkÕs big balls,
and Amanda traced a new string of oil up the other side of MarkÕs penis.
Finally, as if peeing into his pee hole, Amanda emptied the last of the
bottle there.
ÒOh, Goodie! My turn!Ó Kelli announced.
ÒDonÕt get your hands greasy,Ó Amanda smiled at the girl. But the
warning went unheeded. Little Kelli scooped jelly from her jar and went
to work on Mark with the exuberance of a toddler making a mud pie.
ÒWhoo Hooo!Ó Kelli cried. She slid her hands up and down MarkÕs big
shaft. ÒYouÕre like that pole at the fire house!Ó Kelli told the man.
ÒHuh?Ó Mark asked.
ÒThat fire house that they built down the street from Mr. RogersÕ
house!Ó Kelli said. She looked expectantly at Mark, as she continued to
slide her small fingers up and down his dick.
ÒI-- havenÕt been keeping up with Mr. RogersÕ Neighborhood,Ó Mark
told the girl.
ÒYou should watch it. ItÕs pretty cool,Ó Kelli told him. ÒMr. Rogers
has a fish tank, and his own traffic light! Plus a train too, which goes to
Make Believe Land!Ó
ÒThanks for filling me in,Ó Mark said.
ÒNo pwoblem,Ó Kelli said. ÒWhy do you have such a big penis,
anyways?Ó
ÒI have no idea,Ó Mark said. ÒWhy are your tits so big?Ó
ÒI have no idea,Ó Kelli said.
Their eyes met and Mark felt suddenly as if he were back in the third
grade again, sharing secrets with that redheaded girl in his class. ÔWhy
donÕt you have a penis?Õ heÕd asked her. ÔI dunno,Õ she replied. ÔBut who
wants one? DoesnÕt yours make it harder to put your panties on?Õ ÔI donÕt
wear panties,Õ Mark answered. ÔI wear Superman undershorts.Õ The girl
had laughed, for his undershorts were on the ground and his penis was
sticking out and her panties were strewn atop his shorts. ÔThey look like
panties to me!Õ sheÕd teased him. ÔTheyÕre NOT pantiesÕ Mark had insisted.
And then she had felt him, as he was still blushing from her insult. And he
had felt her too, in response, not really to feel her, for she had nothing to
feel, just lips, but rather to feel her nothingness, her lipped nothingness,
and to get revenge on her for touching him. MarkÕs father had caught them
that way, standing there, diddling each other. Perhaps that was why Mark
was sitting here now, in the presence of Patrick, still connecting his
thoughts of sex with another man, and not just with the two girls in front
of him.
ÒWhat are you thinking about?Ó Kelli asked Mark, still rubbing him,
and noticing that his gaze had left her own eyes and slipped inward, away
from her even as he continued to stare at her.
ÒN-- Nothing,Ó Mark said. Then, feeling the gloriousness of her little
fingers playing upon his penis, urging him to cum, he added, ÒA girl. A girl
I knew in the third grade. She came over to my house one day, to play.Ó
ÒDid you watch Mr. RogersÕ Neighborhood?Ó Kelli asked.
ÒI canÕt remember,Ó Mark said.
ÒWell, you sure do have a big penis,Ó Kelli told him. ÒYou should do
something about it. I bet you have to buy bigger underpants than most
guys do.Ó
ÒI-- uh,Ó Mark replied, shivering again at the prospect of shooting
him cum all over this inquisitive little girl.
ÒKelli, you are so silly,Ó Amanda laughed.
ÒWell I bet he does, auntie,Ó Kelli said.
ÒJust finish your job and then wipe your hands on something,Ó
Amanda said.
ÒOoooh. Yes. IÕve got jelly all over my hands now,Ó Kelli observed.
She took her hands off MarkÕs dick. She grabbed his calf and rubbed her
palms up and down it.
ÒHey!Ó Mark said. ÒMy leg doesnÕt need to be lubricated.Ó
ÒYouÕre hairy,Ó Kelli replied. ÒBut youÕre good for getting my hands
clean.Ó
ÒSit down, girls,Ó Patrick interrupted. ÒWe must play our game
now.Ó
ÒThe pussy game?Ó Kelli asked, her voice high and childish in the
limo, her hands still lubricating MarkÕs leg.
ÒYes,Ó Patrick said.
ÒOooh. IÕm sure I have the warmest pussy,Ó Kelli said.
ÒKelli!Ó Amanda scolded.
ÒWell I do, auntie!Ó Kelli said. She took her hands from MarkÕs legs
and slapped them together several times, as if playing Patty Cake. Then
she opened her panties, in front, and looked down at her bush. She reached
into her panties and touched herself. ÒYep, itÕs warm. And wet too!Ó Kelli
said.
Amanda felt her own cunt moistening, and she felt a sudden rush of
desire. How heady it was to be nude and captive in such an expensive
vehicle! And with two men who had ambitions, sexual ambitions, that
were as breathtaking as their bodies!
ÒAlright,Ó Amanda said. She glanced ruefully at Patrick and then
looked at her niece. She put her hands on her hips. It was strangely
exciting to challenge her niece on such an intimate point. ÒSo you think
you have the warmest pussy, do you?Ó
ÒI KNOW I do, auntie,Ó Kelli said seriously.
ÒWell we shall have a contest, then,Ó Amanda said.
ÒAlright,Ó Kelli replied. She went on her knees back over to her seat.
She scooted up onto it. She reached into the cooler and drew out two ice
cubes as her aunt reclaimed her own seat. ÒHere, auntie,Ó Kelli said. She
handed one of the ice cubes to Amanda.
ÒThank you,Ó Amanda said.
ÒNow each of you, put your cube into the front of your panties,Ó
Patrick told the two girls. ÒStuff it right in. Wedge it between your cunt
lips and hold it there until it melts. Then, when it is truly melted, and I
will be watching closely through the fabric of your bikinis to see that it
is, take another ice cube out of the cooler and do the whole thing again.
Ten cubes, girls, one right after the next. DonÕt spare yourself the cold or
youÕll feel MarkÕs hot cock burrowing into your behind.Ó
ÒOoooh!Ó Amanda shivered. She had not even put the ice into her
panties yet. It was the prospect of being raped, Patrick saw, that made
her shudder so luxuriously.
ÒMmmm,Ó Kelli said. The young teen licked her lips. She looked at
MarkÕs dick with loving eyes. Then, holding her ice above her tummy,
letting it drip now a little in her fingers, she said, ÒBut I couldnÕt possibly
take him. Not again. HeÕs like a sausage!Ó
ÒYes. You should put that thing in a supermarket, Mark,Ó Amanda
agreed. Then she opened the front of her panties and dropped in the ice.
ÒOooooh!Ó Amanda said. She shivered anew, and this time it was
from the sudden contact of the ice on her sex.
ÒAuntie, youÕve started!Ó Kelli shouted. Quickly she yanked open the
front of her own bikini bottoms and dropped in the ice. ÒYoook!Ó Kelli said,
as she felt the ice slide down against her pussy.
ÒSpread your legs, girls!Ó Patrick ordered. ÒUse your fingers to
wedge the ice into yourselves. But keep your thighs wide apart, for I wish
to see the bulge of the ice as it melts in your cunts.Ó
ÒOh, God!Ó Amanda said. She spread herself. She inserted the ice
more deeply. It was too cold to get it all the way into herself but she put
in as much as she could bear. Both men looked eagerly at her bikini
panties. They bulged now, in front, as if she were a man, or a small boy.
Kelli looked at her aunt. ÒAuntie, you have a penis!Ó Kelli said.
ÒYou do too, Kelli,Ó Amanda said.
ÒItÕs COLD,Ó Kelli confessed. ÒMy pussy feels like itÕs at the North
Pole!Ó
ÒSo does mine.Ó
Kelli pushed on the ice with her fingers. ÒHuwwy up!Ó she
commanded the ice.
ÒMmmm. I think mineÕs almost melted,Ó Amanda said.
ÒOoooh! Huwwy! Huwwy!Ó Kelli ordered her ice cube. She shoved on
it harder, pushing it deeper into her cunt. ÒOooh. This is naughty. IÕm
fucking myself,Ó Kelli said.
ÒAh! I am too! But my ice is... melted now,Ó Amanda said.
ÒOHHHHHH!Ó Kelli cried. Frantically she looked at her aunt, who had
no penis now, just a big wet spot on the front of her panties. Amanda
reached into the cooler and took out another cube.
ÒOh, sheÕs cheating!Ó Kelli wailed.
ÒNo sheÕs not, Kelli,Ó Patrick said. ÒSheÕs winning. Her pussy must
be warmer than yours.Ó
ÒNo itÕs not! I have the warmest pussy!Ó Kelli said. She shoved the
ice deeper into her cunt. It melted, at last, as Amanda slipped a new cube
into her panties and nudged it comfortably, if coldly, within the lips of her
sex.
ÒOh! IÕm going to catch you, auntie!Ó Kelli insisted. She grabbed a
new cube. She stuck it into her panties. She pressed it hard within the
childish lips of her snatch. ÒHuwwy up and MELT!Ó she ordered the ice.
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