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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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DESIRE ISLE
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Chapter Five
David and the ancient chauffeur were beckoned to carry Martin down
to the cellar. Kimberly and Melanie walked on either side of Gwendolyn.
During the tying of Martin Melanie had managed to pick up both the crop
and the whip. Only now did Kimberly realize that she was bereft of her
wicked toy. "Gwendolyn," Kimberly piped up. "Make Melanie give me my
crop back. And the whip too. I'm the one who got it from Martin."
"What?" Gwendolyn asked, looking down God-like from a self-induced
reverie. "Oh. No, you may only have the crop. Melanie deserves a weapon
too. She helped subdue Martin." Kimberly pouted. Melanie, not wanting to
be a little whiner like her stepsister, passed the crop without protest to
Gwendolyn, who passed it on to Kimberly. After receiving the crop
Kimberly stuck out her tongue at Melanie.
"Now Kimberly, you must not be so insolent," Gwendolyn said. "Saucy
young girls with bottoms like yours draw off men's belts rather quickly."
"Well, I shall never allow myself to be whipped, or even spanked,"
Kimberly said with a small grin of self-satisfaction, knowing she had
defiled her stepsister's bottom just the previous night. "My bottom shall
remain inviolate."
"Oh, yeah?" Melanie cried. She brandished her little short-thonged
whip. "We'll see about that!" Kimberly went scurrying down the hall, with
Melanie in hot pursuit. The nubile girls, both naked, hair flying, proved a
breathtaking sight. As Kimberly rounded a corner she slammed straight
into a man in a Brooks Brothers business suit. Melanie, just about to
swing in with her whip, caught herself short. Even as the man recovered
himself from the delectable sight of the naked jailbait before him,
Melanie managed to cover her pubic thatch with her hand. The man's eyes
lifted from Kimberly's chestnut locks just after Melanie had hidden her
Venus mound beneath her fingers.
"Oh! Sir!" Melanie yelped. Her white breasts jiggled nakedly, their
cherry-tipped nipples tempting even Gods to reach down from Heaven and
pluck them. As Melanie's eyes drank in the exquisitely suited man before
her one of her hands floated to her nearest tit to settle hesitantly atop it.
Even now, only seconds into her meeting with the man, she felt suddenly
eager to offer the fruit of her body to him. Her fingers at her pubic hair
wiggled, begging to be let up.
Gwendolyn, hearing Melanie's little cry of surprise and the thud of
Kimberly's contact, knew that her male friend for the morning must have
arrived early. She hastened down the hall the girls had traversed. As she
passed a small empty table she swept off its linen covering. She hustled
out behind Melanie and draped the tablecloth over her shoulders. Melanie,
instinctively, even as her uterus begged otherwise, drew the tablecloth
round her. The man smiled. He directed his gaze back down to Kimberly,
still in his arms.
"Such delightful visitors you have this morning," the man said. He
had an imperious demeanor.
"Yes, Earl, I met them last night at a party," Gwendolyn offered.
"They are stepsisters. Melanie, and Kimberly."
"I'm Kimberly," the wide-eyed brunette in Earl's embrace offered.
"Then you must be Melanie," Earl said, dismissing Kimberly offhand
to focus once more on the statuesque blonde teenager.
"Yes sir," Melanie said. She found her eyes gazing deeply into his.
"Well, no doubt I have interrupted you in some sport or other," Earl
said. His hands slipped along Kimberly's arms to suddenly grip tight her
limbs, just above her elbows.
"Yes indeed sir you have," Melanie said, her breath suddenly hotter.
She clenched her tablecloth covering with her hand, just below her navel.
With her other hand she raised her schooling whip once more. "Hold her,
please sir!" Melanie begged Earl of Kimberly. Seven-eighths of Melanie's
boobies revealed themselves beneath the vee of the tablecloth round her
shoulders as Melanie's whip hand came down. At the same instant the vee
of fabric beneath the hand which held her cloth billowed outward, giving a
flashing, tantalizing glimpse of her pubic thatch.
CRACK! came the little whip against bare flesh. Kimberly shouted and
squirmed her hips violently. Suddenly she found Earl's hard, expensively
attired body a most unpleasant thing to be pressed up against. CRACK! and
CRACK! came Melanie's whip twice more, delivering small red dots to each
cheek of Kimberly's bottom, a pleasant compliment to the delectable
stripe which, at first contact, had been made to course fully across her
bum.
Melanie's work with the whip, however, despite an auspicious start,
proved far less than professional. As she CRACKed in additional blows,
they seemed to snake almost everywhere, providing at best a desultory
logic to the pattern that was forming on Kimberly's satiny young behind.
Earl, however, despite the jumpings of the child in his arms, seemed most
attracted to Melanie's tits and pussy. By now the blonde's exertions had
managed to loosen the cloth round her enough to give an exquisite view of
her jiggling titties with every lash she laid on. Her pubic mount, however,
still eluded all but the most fleeting of glimpses. Earl found his mouth
watering for a closer, more leisurely inspection. And he could only guess
at the beauty of the bottom on such a girl.
Panting, Melanie finally cast down her whip. It bounced once upon
the floor, then lay still, like a snake satisfied after a substantial meal.
Kimberly was crying into Earl's chest now, and the man pushed her back a
few inches to protect his suit.
"Boo! Hoo! Hoo! She whipped me!" Kimberly cried, lifting her face to
Earl's, her eyes red and her cheeks flushed.
"Well, I'm sure you must have deserved it," Earl replied casually,
making good use of the moment to apprise the breasts of the girl in his
arms. They were full, and firm, and springy. They jiggled, begging to be
cupped.
Gwendolyn stepped forward. "Did Melville admit you?" Gwendolyn
asked.
"Yes. You didn't think I climbed through the window, did you?" Earl
asked.
"Of course not," Gwendolyn replied. She brushed Kimberly from
Earl's arms and, wailing at her punishment, Kimberly sought refuge in the
arms of Gwendolyn. "There, there, I think you deserved that, don't you?"
Gwendolyn asked of the little brunette.
"Noooo!" Kimberly bawled.
"Enough of this hollering," Gwendolyn admonished gently. "Look, here
comes Melville, back from the cellar."
"May I be of assistance, ma'am?" Melville inquired, hearing his name,
tottering up to the foursome. Earl greeted Melville, and was acknowledged
in turn.
"Please take Kimberly here to her bedroom and have her dress for
lunch," Gwendolyn said, passing the girl into his arms. The aged man
seemed surprised and happy at the obligation thrust upon him. "She may
need some oils or unguents on her heinie, too. If so, provide them. But
then get her downstairs so that she may share our company."
"Yes, ma'am!" Melville said. He took the squirming girl as best he
could in his embrace and led her away.
"Melanie," Gwendolyn said, addressing the blonde. "You too might
want to wear something other than your birthday suit. I slipped into your
room last night and measured you, I hope you don't mind. At first light I
sent Melville out to buy clothes for you so that you might feel more at
home here during your stay. There are other things for you now too,
earrings and such, the sort of accouterments no girl wishes to be without.
Return to your room and have a look in the clothes closet and dresser. You
will find them there."
"Why, thank you, ma'am," Melanie said, surprised. The things had
been bought for her even before she consented to stay. Gwendolyn must
have known her mind, known what, if persuaded rightly, she would choose
to do. Melanie turned and, with somewhat self-conscious steps, drawing
her cloth more closely about her, walked round the corner and off down the
hall.
"Such delightful girls," Earl said, standing alone now with
Gwendolyn. The woman was still dressed in only her garter and stockings,
heels and elbow-length mittens.
"Yes, how lucky I am to have found them," Gwendolyn said,
unselfconscious as Earl put an arm round her shoulder. He had bedded her a
number of times before, and her nudity before him was no longer a cause
of humility between them. They shuffled off toward the kitchen, trading
blandishments, waiting for the girls' return.
Gwendolyn had Earl take a seat at the small dining table on the
opposite side of a formica bar which separated the kitchen from the room
where lunches were taken. Gwendolyn tied a diminutive white apron about
her waist. Quickly she put together several sandwiches, and, using a
small machine bought for just such a purpose, made freshly squeezed
lemonade. Earl sat quietly in the other room, listening to the bustle of
Gwendolyn as he flipped through a photo album. In it were pictures of the
various sexual adventures Gwendolyn had been involved in, with other
girls and men. The photos showed girls in bikinis, girls in the nude, girls
in restraints. In all, it was a book that would have made even a Satyr
blush.
"And Melanie, what is her heinie's experience with the lash?" Earl
asked a bit later, as he and Gwendolyn, opting for tea with their meal,
sipped from porcelain cups. On the table a large pitcher of lemonade
sweated, awaiting the arrival of the girls. A bouquet of bananas as the
table's centerpiece kept thoughts of phalluses not far from anyone's mind.
"Only a birching last night, by her little sister," Gwendolyn said as
she blew steam from her tea cup prior to supping from it.
"Ah, the birch rod," Earl said, shifting his hips at the thought of
Melanie's near virgin bottom.
"Well, it was with a riding crop, actually," Gwendolyn said. "I
rescued them from no less than Lady Burgess last night." Earl's eyes lit
up. "Yes, the old witch, she was bent on torturing them. Fortunately she
did not get far. The girls were quite aroused from their evening,
harrowing though it had been, and I engaged them in a feathering of each
other's nests, so to speak. When Kimberly won I thought it would be
fitting for her to have a prize, so I gave her a riding crop. The rest flowed
from there."
"How engaging!" Earl breathed, adjusting his posture once more on
his chair, obviously affected by the account. Gwendolyn tittered and rose
from her chair.
"May I serve you lunch?" Gwendolyn asked, walking over to Earl,
reaching down to take from him a bowl in which the leavings of
minestrone soup lay. Her hand missed the bowl and landed, not without
purpose, betwixt Earl's thighs. He reached up a hand to her neck and drew
her close. Their lips met, Gwendolyn's titties dangling in offering before
his shirted chest. Gwendolyn unzippered his fly. Her fingers delved
within. Betwixt the manufacturer's hole in his underpants she slipped,
finding his hardness. She drew him forth as their mouths meshed
together. Then, caressing his prick, she slithered her nails down its
underside to search the heat of his crotch for his balls. They met her
touch, swollen and ready. "My, you are full today," Gwendolyn murmured.
"Japan is a wonderful place, but I have no heart for its women," Earl
replied. Their lips, parting with Gwen's compliment of his balls, drew
further away from each other. Gwendolyn rose.
"How was your trip?" Gwendolyn asked brightly. She lifted both her
hands to her shoulders and brushed back her hair. She looked not at the
Priapus which stood so boldly forth from Earl's pants, pulsing its love for
her.
"Profitable as always," Earl said, fidgeting with a napkin lying by his
empty bowl of soup. A commotion was heard in the hall. Earl, thinking
fast, scooted his chair in a bit and draped the border of the tablecloth over
his erection, hiding it. Gwendolyn turned about, wide-eyed, just in time to
see Melanie traipse into view with Kimberly at her side, a hand on the
brunette's ear.
"Oww!" Kimberly was protesting, squirming under her sister's
admonitory hold. Both were dressed in shorts, bobby sox, and, temptingly,
muscle shirts whose hems hung no lower than the midpoint twixt their
boobies and navels. They had chiffon neckerchiefs round their throats.
"Kimberly didn't want to get dressed," Melanie said. "She was
chasing David around, swatting him with a pillow."
"Well, I'm glad to see Kimberly back in fine spirits, then," Gwendolyn
said. "Come and greet Earl, both of you." She inserted herself between the
girls, loosed Kimberly's ear, and, putting a hand at each of the young
female's elbows, squired them over to Earl. Without the least pretensions
of modesty, Gwen lifted the border of the tablecloth, much to Earl's
surprise. Seeing Gwen's wont, however, he scooted back his chair a bit, to
give the girls a clearer view of his throbbing rod. They both gasped,
putting a hand to each of their succulent chests.
"Girls, each of you plant a little kiss on our guest's penis,"
Gwendolyn said without further ado. "We do want him to feel at home
here, and I permit no inhibitions." Melanie would have felt mortified, save
for the mystifying allure which the man had held for her since the moment
she met him. Melanie's eyes flitted at his. She smiled softly at him,
feeling wicked. Then she bent forward and planted the tiniest of kisses
right on his pee hole. Her breasts bulged in her muscle shirt as she bent,
threatening to spill out.
Kimberly, surprisingly, proved a bit recalcitrant, despite the fact
that she had been horsing around with David just moments before, both of
them in total nudity. A quick slap on Kimberly's bottom, however,
reverberating right through the thin fabric of her shorts, got her bent over
and her mouth upon Earl's rod. Then, of course, Kimberly could not just
kiss it, but had to begin licking it as if it were some sort of popsicle.
"Do not be naughty, Kimberly," Gwendolyn warned. Reluctantly
Kimberly ended her laving of Earl's penis and, giving it a little kiss, stood
back up. Gwendolyn urged both girls to turn around.
"It may be cold outside, but it is nice and warm inside," Gwendolyn
said. "Are you wearing panties under your shorts?"
"Yes, ma'am," Kimberly answered for both girls. "Melanie made me
wear them."
"Well, then, that is enough, I think," Gwendolyn said. She reached
down and unbuttoned Melanie's shorts, and then smoothed them down off
her hips. Kimberly, apparently happy not to have to be clothed, undid her
own shorts and wriggled out of them. Through the gauze of Kimberly's
panties Earl could see the weals left by Melanie's whip. Not real weals,
really, just exciting red lines that bespoke discipline given and received.
"My bottom still hurts," Kimberly whined, rubbing her nether cheeks
as she kicked her feet out of her pants.
"And it will for some time," Gwendolyn said, her eyes meeting Earl's.
"Discipline is not meant to be forgotten so soon after it has been
received." Earl couldn't resist licking his lips as he watched little
Kimberly rub the diaphanous fabric of her panties over her crop burnished
bottom. His eyes drifted to Melanie's heinie, snow white, protected by
just the trifling fabric of her see-through undies. He longed to bring a
rosy hue to her cheeks, to make them match Kimberly's.
"Tell me what you think of this girls," Gwendolyn asked. The girls
parted just far enough from each other as they watched to unconsciously
permit Earl a view too. Gwendolyn picked up a can of Reddi Wip. She
briefly shook it. Then, stunningly, Gwendolyn squeezed one of her breasts
twixt her fingers and directed the Reddi Wip right onto her areola. When
the first nipple had been covered in cream, leaving the rest of her breast
untouched, Gwendolyn did her other nipple. Then she asked the girls if
they would like to try. Melanie and Kimberly couldn't resist. "Raise high
your hands, girls," Gwendolyn said.
Despite her better judgement, Melanie, arms upraised, let Gwendolyn
tug her T-shirt over her breasts. Gwendolyn gathered the border of the
shirt in her fingers first, constricting the remaining material. Then she
lifted the shirt up, the tightness of it causing the tips of Melanie's
mammaries to jiggle violently as the hem of the shirt cleared them.
Kimberly was next, and the disrobement of her torso proved to be just as
sexy. Then Gwendolyn picked up the Reddi Wip and, not touching Melanie's
breasts, nor Melanie herself touching them either, the chilled whipped
cream was squirted on the first of Melanie's nipples. Melanie gasped at
the cool sensation of the cream, all the while imagining it to be Earl's
semen spurting over her. The second of Melanie's teats was anointed in
turn, and then Kimberly's.
"Now that we have been decorated for the benefit of our guest, let us
grace him with our presence at table," Gwendolyn suggested. The girls
each assumed a place, Kimberly at the head of the table, Melanie at the
foot of it, Earl on one side, and Gwen on the other. "Ring the bell,
Kimberly, that we might be served," Gwen said. Kimberly, hoping she
might get to use the bell that sat at her place alone, eagerly picked it up.
Melanie put her hands to her ears and Kimberly rang the bell as loudly as
she could.
"My, such energy," Earl said afterward, his ears ringing.
"I do hope Melville heard it," Gwendolyn said. "He sometimes goes
into the study and naps."
"I believe the Chinese heard it," Earl said, "And thought they had been
blessed with the ringing of the Liberty Bell."
"Shall I ring it again ma'am?" Kimberly asked with bright eyes.
"No dear," Gwendolyn said, putting a hand softly on hers which held
the bell. "Give him a minute. He is quite old, you know." Melville tottered
in momentarily, chest wheezing, eyes unfocused yet focused as best he
could manage.
"You rang, ma'am?" Melville asked. David came in just behind him,
sculpted body totally nude, prick upstanding.
"Ah, well! Have David put on a bow-tie and serve us," Gwendolyn
said. "I have sandwiches prepared."
"He can have mine if he wishes, ma'am, if it will prevent delay,"
Melville offered. Gwendolyn nodded and Melville undid his tie.
"Melanie, tie Melville's tie on David," Gwendolyn said as soon as the
old man's neck was free. "Go rest, Melville, I can see you have been
exerting yourself too much again."
"Thank you, ma'am," Melville said with a cough, and made off with
uncertain steps. Melanie rose and walked over to David. Her cream-puff
breasts jiggled temptingly. David's eyes widened as he saw what she had
done to them. Melanie took the undone bow tie from his calloused palm
and looped it round his neck. Carefully, trying not to brush his bulging
chest with her tits lest she lose her cream, Melanie made to knot the bow
tie round David's throat. Melanie stood on tip toe. The head of David's
cock wiggled right in front of her pubic curls.
"There!" Melanie said, completing the knot in the bow tie. She
apprised David's appearance a moment, then swept away to return to her
seat. Her long blonde hair trailed behind her like a cape.
The lunch which followed was nothing if not erotic. The two girls
still wore their neckerchiefs, plus large, dazzling earrings that hung
halfway down to their shoulders. Whipped cream surmounted their
otherwise naked breasts. Their hips were clad only in the most
inconsequential of panties, while their calves, at least, were well covered
with white bobbie sox. The girls wore no shoes. Gwendolyn was, of
course, attired as mentioned before, as was Earl. David, totally nude save
for his bow tie, made a most enthralling waiter. His penis frequently
butted in uninvited as he attempted to make his rounds at the table.
Throughout it all the diners and David remained surprisingly unaffected,
the conversation even turning to such mundane matters as favorite ski
slopes and problems that various operators had with their lifts.
"My bottom hurts sitting down," Kimberly said, interrupting the
repast.
"You may stand it in the corner if you mention it again," Gwendolyn
said, forking a chef's salad which David had made to compliment their
sandwiches. Kimberly wriggled unhappily, partly with boredom.
"I must be going," Earl said abruptly, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
"Oh, so soon?" Gwendolyn asked, looking up, obviously dismayed.
"Perhaps you would bring one of the girls by tomorrow to visit my
office," Earl said. Gwendolyn smiled, and gave him a knowing look.
"Which would you prefer?" Gwendolyn asked, indicating the young
beauties which sat with them at table. Kimberly wrested to and fro as
she sat in her seat, as much from ennui as any pain in her haunches. She
was sitting on her hands now.
"The older, I should think, Melanie?" Earl said, casting his eyes
toward the blonde. She wondered if he was asking her permission or
merely her name. "The other is too immature." Kimberly sat up, a
suddenly offended look on her face. Melanie smiled and looked down at her
teacup.
"I'm not immature," Kimberly protested.
"You are an utter child," Earl said. "Finish your lemonade and go
play."
"You're not my father," Kimberly pouted, nonetheless doing his
bidding by reaching out and taking her tall glass of lemonade with both
hands. She put it to her lips and sucked upon it noisily.
"Forgive me, Gwendolyn, but everyone there knows I am unmarried
and without children. Melanie at least looks slightly older than her age,
and anyway she is legal. You are 18, are you not, my dear?"
"Yes," Melanie said with a slight lisp. Across the table Kimberly
began chewing on an ice cube.
"Well then, Melanie and I will come by your office tomorrow, then,"
Gwendolyn said. "Have you ever been to an investment office, Melanie?"
The girl said she had not. "Earl oversees holdings around the world, with a
large staff underneath him. He has a marvelous view of the lake."
"I should like very much to see it, ma'am," Melanie said softly.
Anything that brought her closer to the man her heart was yearning for
was welcome to her. He seemed such a gentleman, declining to partake of
the female fruits so temptingly arrayed before him. Melanie longed to be
seized by him and have him breathe of his lust for her.
"Come to my office tomorrow then, Earl said, rising. Out of sight of
the girls, his crotch hidden by the corner of the table, he had zipped up his
pants. No doubt it had been during one of Kimberly's noisy interludes. He
was the distinguished gentleman again, ready for an afternoon of work. "I
must see some accounts today," Earl said. "But I will be in my office
tomorrow."
"In the morning?" Gwen asked.
"Certainly," Earl said. "I look forward to it." With that he walked to
Melanie and took her hand and kissed it. Not the back of the hand, but the
palm. Melanie blushed. Then he walked over to Kimberly, who had taken to
making liquid trails on the table with her ice. Earl cleared his throat and
kissed the palm of her hand in turn. Kimberly appeared unmoved, she
withdrew her hand only to resume her little solitaire game. Obviously she
was still smarting at Earl's remark that she was a child. Gwendolyn was
kissed directly upon the lips by Earl, and Melanie felt herself feeling
jealous. Then, with a final exchange of verbal goodbyes (none being
elicited from Kimberly), Earl took his leave of them. The three females
were left sitting at table, alone with nobody but themselves. David
showed Earl to the door. Melanie felt bereft.
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