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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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WATERMELON MOON
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Chapter Twelve
Steven was the first to come. No doubt because he had the least
trouble refilling. Willette felt his hot cum spurt lustily over her breasts.
Seconds later Lori and Cindy were eagerly lapping up the cum.
Bob, spurred by the close up view of a young handsome male
ejaculating, felt his balls tremble. A moment later he was filling
Willette's throat with cum. He drew forth his dick and, rubbing it, spurted
all over Willette's face. Lori and Cindy's tongues quickly followed.
Finally Dick came, shooting his sperm deep inside Willette, drowning
her womb. When Dick finally pulled out, minutes later, Willette felt Lori
and Cindy's tongues trail down to her pussy to compete for the semen
there. Willette sighed and, eyes closed, found the tops of Lori and Cindy's
heads. She patted them. Like doggies. Like the bitches in heat that they
in fact were.
Steven rose up and disentangled himself from the bodies sprawled
beneath him. He walked over to a chair and plunked down in it. There was
a happy grin on his face. Bob got up next, his penis drawing like some long
hose from Willette's gullet. Willette felt a bit like a men's latrine. The
men had relieved themselves and now had no further use for her until they
once more felt the urge.
Dick gave a sigh and pulled his cock from Willette's nest. He patted
her thigh and walked over to where Steven and Bob were sitting by the
fire. Steven had found a bottle of Jack Daniel's in the cupboard of a little
low table next to his chair and was eagerly gulping down the fire water.
Bob stirred the embers of the fire with an iron poker. The cabin had
grown cooler as the day passed. Cindy rose from Willette and sashayed
past Bob toward the window. Her untamed bottom wiggled alluringly.
Rising up on tiptoe, Cindy pulled back the curtains on a high window next
to the fireplace.
"There's a storm coming," Cindy remarked. Dark thunderclouds were
gathering on the horizon, beyond the field of daisies. The upper halves of
the trees, sticking up beyond the flowered knoll, rustled in an ominous
breeze.
"Mmm, I love the rain," Lori said, lifting her lips from Willette's
bosom. She looked down at the blonde. Semen dripped from between
Willette's thighs. It pooled between her breasts. It gurgled in her open
mouth with her every breath. Willette extended the tip of her tongue. It
was coated with sperm. "Let's take a walk outdoors and see if we can't
get you struck by lightning!" Lori suggested brightly.
"You're a poor loser," Willette commented in a warm, satisfied voice.
"But a rainstorm would be a neat, quick way to get cleaned up. You can
have all the lightning to yourself. Lay down and spread your legs and
maybe it will stab you right in your pussy." Cindy giggled at the window.
"Electric babies," Cindy laughed.
"Maybe it will spear your bottom," Lori said to Cindy. "Have you been
taken up your bottom yet, little girl?" Cindy clasped her bottom cheeks
with her hands.
"My bottom?" Cindy asked, eyes wide. "I've had Steven's finger up
my bottom, and Bob's." The girl glowed at Bob as she spoke. "But I don't
think a penis would fit up it."
"Oh, it'll fit," Bob smiled. His limp penis stirred. The other men
heartily agreed. For the next several minutes as they passed the Jack
Daniel's between them they described to Cindy the glories of anal sex. By
the time the conversation reached its climax Cindy was sitting on Bob's
knee, a finger at her mouth, listening with wide eyes. She seemed both
excited and uncomfortable at the prospect of being fucked up her butt.
Lori walked over to Cindy and grasped her hand. Rain was beginning
to pitter-pat on the roof. "Come on, silly, there's time enough later for
popping your butt, after we take a natural shower outdoors!" Cindy let
herself be urged to her feet. Willette rose languidly from the rug. She
looked down at her breasts and squeezed them. She watched as the last
traces of undried semen ran down her tummy. It was still flat. How much
longer before it swelled with child? Willette promised herself she would
buy a pregnancy test kit the next time they visited town. But she really
didn't want to know. Let nature take its course. Even as the prospect of
motherhood dawned within her, she felt incredibly natural and free. Like a
young mare, frolicking in a field of daisies.
"God, isn't this great?!" Lori screamed. The three girls were outside
now, dashing through the daisies, hands uplifted to the rain. Lori and
Willette were naked and barefoot. Cindy, more shy and cautious, her
charms still unexplored by the men in the cabin, wore her camisole, tap
pants, and heels. Inside the cabin the men watched through a window.
Lori had commanded them to have a roaring fire ready by the time they
returned, and enough strength to dry them with fluffy towels and then give
them a reason to need another shower.
Willette watched as re-moistened semen came to life on her body
and streamed in white rivulets down her. With every passing minute the
rainstorm grew stronger. At first it had been just a few droplets of rain,
making little moist dots here and there on her. Now it was pouring down
like a shower. Willette closed her eyes for a moment and imagined that
the rain was champagne. She lifted up her face to the rain and stood stock
still. Lori and Cindy cavorted nearby. Cindy challenged Lori to do
cartwheels with her. Willette opened her mouth and let the rain run over
her tongue.
A clap of thunder was heard and Willette's eyes popped open. Above
her a flash of lightning seared the sky, followed by another thunderclap.
Willette, possessed, stared at the sky and cupped her breasts. She lifted
her bosoms up in tribute to Zeus. Would he ignite her nipples with his holy
fire? Willette spread her legs. She thrust forth her pubis. The rain beat
upon her tummy. She felt a hand at her bottom.
"Willette, let's go in now," Cindy was saying. Slowly, reluctantly,
Willette dropped her hands and turned to the flame haired girl. "Willette,
I'm scared of lightning," Cindy breathed. Beyond Lori did splits on the
grass. The rain washed down her tummy and through her parted pussy lips.
Lori cupped her breasts and squeezed them until the nipples exuded lewdly
through her clasping fingers. Then Lori let go of one of her breasts and
touched herself. A moment later she flung back her head and began
furiously rubbing her clitoris. With her remaining hand at her breasts she
began tickling up her nipples.
Willette took Cindy by the shoulders and turned her around. Not
knowing why, but eager to do it, she marched Cindy over to where Lori sat
in the grass. Willette tore Cindy's tap pants off her bottom and down her
long legs. She lifted each of Cindy's feet in turn and freed them from the
sodden garment. Then she thrust the bewildered Cindy forward until the
girl's pussy came over Lori's mouth, her legs straddling the woman's
seated body.
"Willette, what are you at?" Cindy cried, but Willette's only answer
was to force Cindy down until her pussy came into contact with Lori's
upraised face. Happily Lori began to slurp at Cindy's labia lips.
Willette knelt down on the daisies in front of Lori. Deftly she drew
the woman's hand away from her clit. Then she replaced the hand with her
own mouth. Lori shrieked her approval, muffled by Cindy's muffin, as
Willette began to tongue her.
"God Damn! Look at that!" Bob cried. Willette's bottom waggled
about as she worked Lori with her mouth. Above it were the arched cheeks
of Cindy's bottom. Between Cindy's spread legs Lori's sumptuous breasts
could be seen jiggling. Bob felt his penis stiffen. He glanced over at Dick,
who stood at another window nearby with Steven. Dick was growing hard
as well. Steven was already erect, but the men had warned him not to
take more than his fair share of the girls. Steven, prohibited by his
companions from running outside into the rain to ream the girls, began to
massage his prong.
"I'll do that for you," Bob called to Steven.
"No thanks, Gay man," Steven said. At least the boy had learned his
manners, Bob muttered.
When Lori and Cindy had both come, Willette rose from the grass.
She turned her face upward and let Zeus' tribute wash off Lori's love
juices. Willette wondered if God might not be peeing on her. Perhaps the
rain was his pee. Maybe she was only trading Lori's love juices for God's
holy urine. Willette licked her lips.
A pair of hands came to Willette's behind. She looked over her
shoulders to see Lori and Cindy standing behind her, each with a hand on a
cheek of her bottom. "Thanks," Lori breathed. Cindy was blushing. "Let's
go back inside," Lori said quietly. Above them the sky thundered. The
three girls began moving forward, across the grass, back to the cabin.
Inside the girls were greeted with three stiff dicks. Girls at play
always seemed to bring men back from the dead faster than anything.
Lovingly the men each toweled down a girl. Bob did Cindy, while Steve did
Lori. Dick found himself rejoined with Willette. Easily the couples
sauntered each in turn over to the fire. It was big now. Its flames
crackled out their warmth as above them the rain beat upon the roof for
entry.
Steve drew Lori to the floor and lay back with her. He put the nearly
empty bottle of Jack Daniel's to her lips and made her drink the dregs.
When she had finished the bottle he kissed her and then supped on her
breasts. Bob lay down beside his wife, with Cindy in his arms. He made
the girl lie on her tummy and prised apart her bottom cheeks to gaze at
her virgin anus. Then he began to lick her there.
"Come, let's see if I can't get you pregnant," Dick breathed to
Willette. "Have you checked to see if you are yet?" He guided her by her
slim shoulders.
"Nooo," Willette breathed. She felt like a baby herself in Dick's
arms. Dick dropped a finger to her clitty and rubbed it even as they
walked.
"I'm sure if you aren't, tonight will be the night," Dick whispered.
"Maybe I'll have twins, or triplets," Willette said. Her eyes widened.
"I hope I don't have a baby for every time I've gotten fucked."
"Lie down," Dick breathed. Obligingly Willette knelt on the carpet,
then allowed herself to be settled into its thick pile. Dick eased himself
atop her and assumed the position for screwing. Willette felt his
cockhead press against her pussy.
"Not yet," Willette pleaded, stroking Dick's hair from his forehead.
"Let's just kiss first." Silently Dick agreed and kept his penis from
entering her even as he pressed his chest down against her bosom. His
hands ran over her ribs and his breath mingled with hers. He sensed the
vulnerability of his butt sticking up in the air, his penis poised for entry.
Between his thighs his balls hung tight and ready. Dick found himself
wishing a dominatrix would take a whip to his bottom.
Soon soft moans filled the living room. Lori lifted her head from the
tableau to suggest that partners be traded. Willette went to Steven, while
Cindy went to Dick. Lori found herself in the arms of her husband. Soon
hands and lips and toes were finding their way to bodies beyond that of
their immediate partner. As the fire roared its approval limbs became
entangled. Soon Lori knew not who was at her breasts, or her bottom. Her
face pressed against Cindy's. The two females kissed for a long while,
then Cindy's face floated away to be replaced by Dick's. When the loving
finally ended the rainstorm had passed.
It was dark outside when the couples settled down to dinner. They
speared hot dogs and roasted them over the fire. When the dogs were nice
and warm they would be retrieved from the fire and put up one of the girl's
pussies. Then, taken out, they would be smeared with ketchup and mustard
and eaten. Bob suggested that as a treat for the girls he might stuff some
warm hot dogs up his butt. The girls declined, but Bob stuck a toasted hot
dog up his butt anyway. Nobody ate it.
A bottle of Attakiska was found and drunk with the dogs. Some of
the liquor was poured over the girls' nipples and they gasped at the slight
burning sensation it produced. When the bottle had been emptied it was
thrown against the back wall of the fireplace and it shattered. Candy
apples followed, each apple being dipped in hot cinnamon that had been
brought to a boil over the fire. Then the couples trekked off to the
bedroom and snuggled under the covers and told ghost stories in the dark.
That night Willette dreamed of electric sheep. They pulsed with
sexual energy. They leapt over fence posts, over each other, some rutted
behind willow trees decked with cotton candy. Then, suddenly, one of the
sheep picked up a gun and blew away the rest. The sheep smiled at her. A
wicked, bloodstained grin. Evil laughter echoed through her head.
Willette awoke covered with sweat. Cindy's head was nestled on her
breast. The girl was sucking her thumb, fast asleep. Her flame tinged hair
swirled over her bosom. Willette patted the girl's head. She stroked
Cindy's long, luscious hair. The light of the moon graced its fibers,
coating the red strands with silver. Willette felt herself falling back
through the depths of consciousness into sleep. As she drifted back to
dreamland Lori began whispering in her ear. It was an almost incoherent
whispering, as of a fellow dreamer sharing her nocturnal adventures.
When Willette next awoke there was a penis in her pussy. Her mouth
opened and was met by a kiss. A tongue invaded her oratorical orifice.
Her eyelashes parted to see her beloved Dick pressed close. He breathed in
her ear.
"Just making sure you're pregnant," Dick said, as his cock sluiced in
and out of her pussy, tight with the morning.
"Gosh, you don't even give a girl time to recover," Willette
whispered.
"Mmmm, after fucking you thoroughly last night I couldn't wait to
get back inside you," Dick breathed. "Now you're all soft and dry again,
ready to be loosened up by a constant, pounding fucking all day long."
Willette felt Steven stir beside her. His hand ran down her side. She felt
his cockhead butt up against her thigh.
"Auuuh!" Willette bit her lip and pressed her head back into her
pillow as the first pangs of lust rushed through her. Steven would be next.
And then, if he woke in time, Bob. During the previous evening's
festivities, as the fire burned low, the men's fires were reignited by the
thought of all three of them ganging up on just one girl. It was their
invented way of making the females wait for once, instead of vice versa.
Last night Willette had been the lucky victim, and it looked like she would
be again today. Was she their favorite? Willette trembled, knowing what
that would mean. Stiff cocks ever ready to plunge into her, to pleasure
her, to violate her.
"Mmmm," Cindy purred like a kitten. Her head stirred from Willette's
bosom. She licked up at Dick's chest as it angled over her. "I thought I
was next." Willette couldn't help but giggle. The girl's head was trapped
between her chest and Dick's. She was their little baby, pressed in
between them as they fucked to make more.
"I'll do you," Steve spoke from Willette's other side. During the night
he had rolled atop Lori to suckle her motherly breasts.
"I want all three men to do me," Cindy said pertly, like a child
requesting treats in a candy store.
"We will, in your butt," Steve said in a wicked, gleeful voice. Cindy
feigned a spate of sobs. Steve crawled over Dick as he humped Willette.
Steve's stiff cock pressed into Dick's bottom cheeks as he clambered over
the man. An unintended anal exploration.
"Hey, watch where you put that dick of yours," Dick said rather hotly.
"Sorry," Steve muttered. The boy blushed at his brush with Dick's
sphincter. He managed to get himself down behind Cindy and found refuge
and regained dignity there between her nether cheeks.
"Ohhh, not my bottom!" Cindy whined.
"Okay, okay, I'll do your pussy then, spoilsport," Steve said.
"Thankyou," Cindy breathed, and pressed her bottom back against his
loins. She lifted a knee and ran it up over Dick's lower back. Steve felt
like a servant, being told which entrance he could use. But a fuck was a
fuck. Cindy's pussy was moist and ready. No oil would be needed.
Bob arose to find not Cindy next to him but Steve. As Steve wormed
his way up to Cindy's womb he felt rough hands come to his bottom cheeks
and gently separate them. "Hey!" Steve cried out. A cockhead came to his
anus. "Hey! GET OUTTA MY BUTT!" Steve pleaded. He was deep in the
throes of pleasure now. Cindy was bucking her bottom into his groin,
pushing his hips backward with each of her thrusts. Steve felt his anus
bump hard against Bob's cockhead. Its tip delved inside. Steve felt a
thrill at the perverted insertion even as he continued his work upon Cindy.
"Please," Steve gasped, his voice heavy with lust. Bob stroked Steve's hip.
The man lay at Steve's rear door, unmoving, letting Steven impale himself
involuntarily on his penis.
Steven was almost impaled to the flange of Bob's cockhead when he
finally ejaculated inside Cindy's womb. Now the only problem was getting
out. Cindy could hardly go forward, she was butted up against Willette.
Steven could hardly go back, doing so would free his cock from Cindy's
pussy only to put Bob's cock up his ass! Steven felt his penis remain hard
even after its spending. He cursed his youthful vitality. He could only lay
there, waiting for Willette and Dick to finish and hopefully roll away.
"Bob, please get away from me or I'll break your fucking dick off!" Steve
imprecated.
"God I'm tired, I think I'll go back to sleep," Bob said. He then began
snoring.
"Fucking A," Steve muttered. He felt the need to fuck Cindy again
grow within his balls even as he prayed for his dick to go limp. Soon
Steven was once more moving his hips, revelling in Cindy's sweet tight
pussy. Cindy greeted his renewed attack with a fresh shower of love
juices. The girl clasped Willette's breast and twisted her nipple to her
lips and sucked it. Behind him Steven felt the movement of his and Cindy's
hips pushing Bob's immobile dick dangerously farther up his ass. Suddenly
the flange slipped inside Steven's sphincter. He cried out, feeling like a
stuck pig whose dick was caught in a milking machine.
Despite the anal intrusion, Steven brought off a second orgasm for
himself, plundering the depths of his girlfriend's pussy yet again. But the
movements of his hips, the clenching of his butt cheeks, proved too much
for Bob. Steve emitted a gasp of surprise as, even as he himself came, Bob
spurted a stream of semen into his rear end. "Jesus Christ!" Steven cried,
blaspheming the Lord even as his own sense of masculinity was defiled.
When Steven had finished spending he let out a sigh of relief.
Hopefully, God willing, this time his erection would ease. And it did.
When he was finally able to squirm out of Cindy he then pulled himself
forward off Bob's prong. There was a little pop as Steven's rear cleared
the flange of Bob's dick.
Steven whirled around and nearly attacked Bob. "Fucking faggot!
What's the big idea of reaming me?!" Steven cried. But Bob was right on
the edge of the bed.
"I was just lying here admiring the view," Bob protested. "You
certainly don't expect me not to keep an eye on my wife, do you?
Especially when you and she spend the night entwined in each other's arms
on the opposite side of the bed. I can't help it if I get an erection while
you're fucking your girlfriend right in front of me. And if my big penis
butts into your butt, well, as you can see, you people are taking up all the
room!"
"Ah, you could've gone and sat in a chair or something," Steven said.
"Why should I go sit in a chair? I'm the one who's being celibate.
You and your girl ought to find a more private place to screw if you're that
thin skinned," Bob said. Cindy rose and put her small hands on Steven's big
shoulders.
"Let me by," Cindy said to Steven. He edged to one side and she
climbed past him to snuggle up against Bob. "You're quite right, in
everything you say," Cindy consoled Bob. She took his cockhead twixt her
fingers. "Let's go wash off your penis before you get some awful disease
from Steven's shit hole." Steven glowered as Cindy urged Bob from the bed
and trotted off with him to the bathroom to minister to his penis.
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