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Issue No. 70
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Desire Isle
Chapter Eleven
"Cocktail?" Diane asked with practised diffidence.
"Yes, thankyou," Melanie whispered, accepting a glass. Candy
received one too.
"To our new friends, Candy and Melanie," a man, named Brent,
announced, playfully lifting his glass high. The toast was acceded to and
everyone supped. A pleasant conversation, downed with ham sandwiches,
followed. The surrounding bathers, of which there were very few,
clustered just far enough away from each other to ensure their privacy for
whatever enjoyments might come to pass. Voices drifted across the
water, broken up by sudden hillocks topped with grass. Occasionally a pair
of naked bosoms bounced in the distance, soon to disappear behind the
screen of an umbrella. Whoever designed the place had made effective use
of the limited space he had been given.
As the meal progressed Sherry took an interest in Melanie and
Candy's bikini thong G-strings. Accordingly, Rob made the girls sit flat on
their bottoms and stretch out their legs, spreading them in wide vees.
"How interesting," Sherry said admiringly. Cocktail in hand, she knelt
between the girls. Delicately she took hold of the front panel of Candy's
bikini bottom, along its side. Gently she moved the panel up and down,
causing Candy to moan. Sherry then placed her glass on the beach blanket
and took hold of Melanie's bikini bottom at the same time. In unison she
moved the girls' front panels up and down, causing the girls to sigh and
blush. Sherry's naked jugs wobbled as she aroused the girls.
"May I try?" Diane asked, not actually waiting for permission. She
nudged Sherry aside and took her own turn at manipulating Melanie and
Candy's thongs. Diane's fingers brushed up and down in Melanie's pubic
thatch as she worked the G-string. Candy too suffered the touch of Diane's
fingers within the curls of her pubic hair, just as she and Melanie had
suffered a similar intimacy with Sherry and, earlier, Veronica. Melanie
licked her lips.
"Gosh, both of you look flushed," Sherry commented, peering over
Diane's shoulder.
"Some sherbert might cool them down," Veronica said, sitting on the
other end of the blanket. Melanie licked her lips again. She had always
liked the taste of sherbert, especially lemon lime.
Sherry fetched sherbert from a cooler. Opening the package, she
dipped in a scooper and brought forth a big ball of sherbert. Just as
Melanie was wondering where the bowl was from which she would eat the
icy confection, Diane pulled open the top of her bikini thong. Sherry
plopped the sherbert right into the front of Melanie's bikini panties.
"Oooh!" Melanie cried, eyes bulging. Before she could protest Candy
was accorded the same "treat."
"There," Sherry said, closing up the package of sherbert. "That
should keep you nice and cool for awhile." She placed the package back in
the cooler as unselfconsciously as if she had just served kindergarteners
a favorite snack. Diane smiled warmly at the girls, hands at her sides
now, like a mother beaming proudly at her children.
"Let's have some cherry pie," Brent said, and unceremoniously
stripped off his swim trunks. A hardy 10" erection sprang forth. Melanie
felt her eyes widen in surprise. The other man, named Mike, whipped off
his swimsuit too, as did Robert. All three males sported penises fit for a
donkey.
Veronica produced a cherry pie, warm from a portable oven.
"Careful, the filling might be hot," Veronica warned, as Brent stabbed the
center of the pie with his penis. Up came his rod a moment later, coated
with cherry goo and sprinkled with bits of crust. Brent had given a slight
grimace as his rod lewdly speared the pie, but apparently he had found the
heat within manageable. Each girl was required to partake in the obscene
feast by bending over and extending her tongue and licking the cherry goo
from Brent's prick. Melanie succumbed with the greatest reluctance, her
only consolation being that the penis in question was certainly worthy of
any female's oral attentions. Mischievously Melanie attempted to make
Brent come as she licked him, but he seemed impervious.
Naturally the other men, equally well endowed, were eager to get
into the act. Robert was invited to go next, and he drove into the pie
eagerly, like a young boy attempting his first pussy. Melanie and Candy,
being Rob's newest friends, had first dibs on his dick. Feeling silly and
excited at the same time, Melanie shared Rob's cherry coated penis with
Candy, licking it at the same time as she. Rob dove into the pie again, and
served himself up to Sherry and Diane and Veronica, all three vying for a
lick. Mike was next, and this time Melanie found herself licking him with
Sherry. One of the woman's warm, naked breasts brushed Melanie's arm
repeatedly as they feasted.
When Melanie sat back to rest from her labor, Mike's dick shining
cleanly as if coated with baby oil, she became conscious once more of the
wetness between her thighs. The rapid transition from the experience
with the sherbert to the denuding of the men's loins had made her
temporarily forget the plight of her pussy. Melanie looked down as
modestly as she could, and pulled open the front of her bikini thong. Inside
was a half melted clump of sherbert, dwindling rapidly to sticky, flavored
water. Melanie was still looking at it when Brent appeared beside her and
bent over her waist. He pulled the top of her bikini thong farther out and
stuffed his mouth down inside it. Melanie began to shake all over as Brent
slurped up the sherbert. His long tongue delved down between the lips of
her pussy, giving her a very thorough washing. With glazed, passionate
eyes Melanie turned her head to see Candy being accorded a similar
treatment by Rob. Veronica, Diane, and Sherry looked on. Uninhibited,
Sherry had placed a long-nailed finger upon her own swimsuit and was
massaging her clitty through the fabric. Veronica must have seen Sherry
masturbating, for the next moment she gently lifted up Diane's swim skirt
and began to finger Diane's spot. Diane sighed and smiled approvingly at
Veronica. She placed a palm on Veronica's shoulder and then rested her
cheek upon it. Then she extended her hand and touched the front of
Veronica's thong bikini.
Soft moans, as of doves giving birth, soon mixed with the hot, still
summer air. Melanie tossed her head back and shifted her hips forward,
naughtily spreading her thighs to their maximum extent. Candy did the
same. Sherry was looking down now, eyes on her still-covered clitty as
she did her best to produce a wet spot upon the front of her panties. At
least she had the decency to keep her fingers out of her bikini. Not so for
Veronica and Diane, who now had their little swimsuits pulled down just
enough to give them easy access inside. The upper portion of each girl's
pubic thatch was visible for anyone who sauntered by to see. Veronica and
Diane's pleasure had become fairly frantic. It was as if they considered
themselves at some sort of feminist lesbian revival. Their moans became
more guttural.
"Enough!" Rob announced suddenly. With bleary eyes Melanie looked
over at him. He had left Candy bereft and was sitting back on his heels,
back erect. Impulsively Candy put a hand to her swimsuit where Rob's
mouth had been only moments before. "No," Rob said, staying Candy's hand.
"You will come at my command, not yours." With a pout Candy pulled back
her hand. Melanie's fingers, stroking her tummy on their way to her own
unfulfilled nest, went no farther. Melanie looked down at Rob's penis, then
Brent's. She had never seen such rock hard erections. There was a dollop
of pre-cum on the tip of each. How could they restrain themselves,
Melanie wondered. They must have wills of iron.
Rob and Brent had to physically pull Veronica and Diane apart. Both
girls groped for each other as they were separated. Diane's hand needed
several hard slaps before it was convinced to retreat from her pussy.
Candy put her hands between her knees and, kneeling, reared her
bottom up into the air. She wiggled it about. There was a blank
expression on her face. Her tongue protruded from the corner of her
mouth. Rob kneed his way over to her and, himself kneeling, engaged her
mouth with his own. As they kissed his fingers lifted to her pendant
breasts. He slipped the little triangles of her bikini bra cups off the
points of her nipples. A moment later and he had her bare teats twixt the
tips of his calloused fingers. The bra, barely useful when worn properly,
was now utterly without merit. Melanie touched two fingers to the tidbit
of material that covered her right nipple. Like the left, it formed a little
peak. It was a tiny summit that even the most jaded of mountaineers
would long to conquer. Brent sidled up to Melanie. His breath hot on her
cheek, he joined his fingers to the bra cup next to hers.
"Nooo," Melanie said, but as she pulled back from Brent her bra cup
stayed with his fingers, exposing her tit. Brent's face dove and he drew
the pointed summit of her mammary into his mouth. Melanie swooned.
This time it was Veronica and Diane and Sherry who broke up the
tableaux. "Enough, you two!" the women cried, addressing both pairs of
lovers. Laughingly they separated Rob from Candy, Brent from
Melanie. Sherry gave Rob several slaps on his bare bottom.
"Come, we want to see these excellent pricks of yours," Veronica
said to Rob and Brent. Veronica clasped Rob's throbbing rod in her small
hands and massaged it gently.
"Whoa, girl, don't make me spill in the sand," Rob warned.
"How about on the blanket?" Sherry asked with a giggle. Her hands
joined Veronica's. Candy, still kneeling, reared up her bottom once more
and this time grasped the sides of her swimsuit. She gave her bikini
panties several tugs. The last caused a moan to escape her throat.
Melanie, remembering by Candy's example the felt thong in her panties,
grasped them in front. She pulled upward on her own panties, and gave a
little moan herself. Her breasts jiggled as she did so.
Rob seemed not to notice Candy and Melanie's little game of self-
pleasure. Neither did Brent, his own cock now in the able, if shy, hands of
Diane. In fact both men were turned away from Candy and Melanie. The
two teens admired the men's backs as they gave their panties repeated
tugs.
Suddenly Candy fell onto her side and screamed. She was orgasming!
Forgetting Rob's injunction in her bliss, she shoved her little hands inside
the front of her panties and began rubbing furiously. A moment later
Melanie collapsed beside her and her own hands dove into her panties. Rob
turned in alarm and shouted his dismay as he saw both girls shudder with
repeated orgasms as each played with herself. As the orgasms reached a
crescendo the two girls turned their faces toward one another and
extended their tongues. The tongue of each girl licked the tongue of the
other in the open air. Out of the corner of her eye Melanie saw a 30-
something couple walk by. Both the man and the woman looked at her and
Candy and smiled as they passed. Melanie, recovering herself, rolled her
eyes upward to follow the retreat of the man and woman. The couple
continued on, utterly nonchalant. It was as if they had greeted strangers
in a city park, pleasant and brief. Melanie wondered how many other
orgasming young girls the couple had seen in their lifetime. Apparently
she and Candy were far from being the first.
Candy, still lying beside Melanie, became more aggressive as her
orgasms subsided. It was as if she did not want the moment to pass. She
rolled into Melanie and pressed against her warm flesh. She drew her
hands from her own panties and forced them into Melanie's. Rubbing
Melanie's clitty vigorously, she buried her tongue in Melanie's mouth.
Melanie did not know what to do. She had never "made it" with a girl
before! In a misguided effort to fend Candy off, she stuck her own hands
in Melanie's panties. At first she pushed against the fleshy juncture of
Candy's thighs. Soon, as her passion grew, her hands of their own accord
began to move in quick, rhythmic circles of the tiniest circumference,
giving pleasure. Candy groaned and seemed to quicken her own efforts
upon Melanie. Soon Melanie was bucking and writhing, her every tendon
spasming with joy. Candy too began shaking. Her little torso quaked, her
long legs shook, her face twisted about. By this time Rob and the others
were utterly mesmerized by the girls. Such youthful passion! The twin
lovers' childish cheeks were pink with their exertions, their moans
seemed to waft from the mouths of babes. Suddenly Rob felt his semen
welling up uncontrollably. "No!" Rob cried, but it was too late. His semen
spilled vigorously into Veronica's lap. The mere sight of Candy and
Melanie's sapphic affection had done him in. Rob turned to look at
Veronica. His face was sheepish. He felt like a little boy as Veronica
tutted and wiped his penis clean with a picnic napkin. Then she took
another napkin and soaked it in the pool of semen in her lap, absorbing the
puddle of manly fluid as best she could.
"You could have at least put it inside of one of us if you were going
to come," Sherry said disapprovingly to Rob.
"Yeah, I know," Rob replied. He looked over at Brent. The man
grimaced back at him. He was in agony, but he had managed to hold his
load. Diane delicately touched a fingertip to the crown of his penis. Her
attention had left the girls and was back upon the penis of her paramour.
"Raise up your bottom. You must be spanked for your naughtiness,"
Sherry said to Rob.
"Get off it. I'll be hard again in a minute," Rob said.
"Still, you must be punished," Sherry said.
"Yes, up! Up with that bottom!" Veronica called happily. Rob's
testicles, free of semen for the moment, descended. Sherry reached
between Rob's thighs and grabbed them. She pulled his nuts upward. The
way Rob was sitting, however, flat on his bottom with his legs spread in a
vee before him, there was no way Sherry could pull him up. At most she
would cause him to arch his back, stabbing his penis up into the sky. Of
course, Rob's dick was rapidly becoming flaccid, so the sky did not have
much to fear. Sherry's grip on Rob's hairy jewels, however, was
apparently just tight enough to convince him to obey her. He drew his legs
back and got on his knees. Sherry let go of his balls momentarily and then
repossessed them, this time coming at them from behind. Now she could
tug on them in a manner that would lift up his heinie. And she did. A
moment later Rob's white posterior was mooning the beach. He remained
on his knees, his buttocks arching high. His face was close to Veronica's
lap now, and he could smell the remaining residue of his semen on her
panties.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Sherry certainly knew how to dish it out! Each
strike of her hand left a bright pink print on Rob's bottom. Candy and
Melanie, recovering from their bout of mutual pleasure, spied a rare
opportunity to play sadist. They leapt up and, utterly forgetting their
ignominious masturbating of just moments before, took to helping Sherry
with juvenile relish.
SLAP! SPLAP! WHACK! Rob felt as if he had been caught by the
Furies. At the same time, however, he could feel his dick growing rock
hard with masochistic delight. His balls tautened, his breath grew short
and desirous. He leaned forward slightly and began licking Veronica's bare
tummy. The woman gave a little sigh of approval and wriggled her frame.
A moment later she deftly lowered her bikini panties partway down her
thighs and directed Rob's mouth to her pussy.
This was too much for Brent and Diane. With a manly grip Brent took
Diane by her little shoulders and lay her back on the beach towel. As she
gazed up at him, wondering at his massive chest, he reached down and
untied her swim skirt. Then he nosed his penis into her pussy and gently
began to fuck her.
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