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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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WATERMELON MOON
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Chapter Seven
Dick borrowed Lori and Bob's cake of soap after he had doused
Willette several more times. Lovingly he lathered his hands by rubbing the
bar between them, all the while his eyes resting on Willette. She sat
before him, hands at her sides now, her body sparkling with a sheen of
water. She shivered with excitement.
She had been nude for quite a long time now, Willette reflected to
herself. Ever since New World Order had kidnapped her out of her shower.
Outgoing a girl though she was, she had never imagined that the day would
come when she simply ran around stark naked. Just thinking about her
condition made her nipples want to stick out even more, though they were
already at full erection. She didn't need anything except a little rest and
food now and then. No clothes, no accessories, no makeup (as if her fine
face had ever needed improvement), no car, no school, no government, and
no parents. Just her own little body. Of course, a hunk and limo now and
then didn't hurt either.
Dick put his soapy hands to Willette's breasts. That was direct. No
starting at the shoulders, or anything. Right on her breasts, his calloused
palms brushing her stiff nipples. Willette bit her lower lip and let her
head fall backward momentarily, swooning. Dick clenched her breasts
between his fingers and lovingly kneaded them. Below Willette's pussy
felt open and exposed as it waited anxiously for its turn.
Dick traced a finger down Willette's tummy. So flat, so supple.
Would she really let him fuck her, make her pregnant? She was so young
to have a baby. Yet she knew in her heart she wanted nothing more than to
carry this man's child.
Her thighs. White, long, like columns of petrified cream. Dick's
hands ran along them. He had avoided her pussy. She yearned even more
for his hands there. Willette lifted her hips slightly. Please? Please
wash my pussy for me? Now at her calves. His hands kneaded the flesh
there, as if her lower legs were what really needed his attention! Her
ankles...even less attention required there, but he lingered over them.
Impulsively Willette reached out and grabbed Dick's rod just as he
made for her feet. Dick looked up, surprised. "My pussy requires me to
inform you that your penis will be held hostage until you are kind enough
to wash it," Willette said. "And I will be rubbing your rod, just like this,
until you comply," Willette added. Briskly she began rubbing his hard cock
between her agile fingers. Her other hand remained by her side. One alone
would be more than sufficient for the task...at hand.
"Augh!" Dick yelped. His hips wriggled. "Willette! Don't do that! I'll
spill!"
"After four years, I think its about time you did," Willette said
smartly. Her hot little hand kept up its evil work.
"No, Willette! Down, girl!" Dick cried, as if she were an eager canine
come upon her master. He jammed his soapy hands into her pussy.
Willette swooned again. Her hands fell limply from Dick's penis.
When Willette regained her senses once more Dick was soaping the
folds of her pussy with gentle, intrusive strokes of his fingers. Willette
gazed at her lover. "What position are you going to fuck me in first?"
Willette asked brightly. It was as if she were a pupil asking her teacher
when class would begin.
"Well, you won't be getting any oral sex for awhile," Dick said with a
note of playful sternness. "I think you've got semen on the brain."
"Oh, Dickie!" Willette cried happily, and leaned forward and let her
arms embrace his shoulders.
"Willette," Lori interrupted. "Be a nice girl and borrow some soap
from your pussy to wash Dick's penis. Bob and I want to go to bed soon."
Willette looked up. Of course. If they were both going to get pregnant,
what better way than to do it together? Willette straightened her back
and intruded her hands into the midst of her pussy. Dick's hands retreated
to the insides of her upper thighs. Willette rubbed her fingers against her
pussy, gathering soap upon them. She then lifted her hands from herself
and put them to Dick's penis. Dick groaned as she began to soap his cock
with her fingers. His hands slid back to her pussy and their eyes met.
They gazed at one another as they washed each other's genitals with their
hands.
Lori and Bob decided to climb out of the tub and help along their
amorous friends. If it was taking this long for the new lovers to wash
each other's fronts, it would be the next day before either of them got to
the other's back. Lori walked to a cabinet and rummaged around for
another bar of soap. She found two more, and unwrapped each. Then she
walked back to the lovers and handed a bar to her husband.
Lori and Bob each bent over the tub and wet their hands and their bar
of soap. Then each took the bar of soap and pressed it to the back of one
of the lovers sitting on the floor. Lori knelt behind Dick and pressed her
bar to Dick's back. Bob pressed his bar to Willette's back. Dick and
Willette, meanwhile, continued to soap each other's genitalia.
A bit later Dick and Willette's back and shoulders were thoroughly
caked with foam. Next the young lovers were ordered to stand. As they
continued to wash various erogenous zones on the front of each other's
bodies, Lori and Bob did the backs of their legs and their bottoms. Finally
each lover was made to stand on one foot as each of their feet was done in
turn.
"Get in the tub," Lori commanded. Thoroughly engrossed with each
other's nude bodies, willing to obey anything so long as it did not part
them, the lovers held hands and then stepped together into the tub. They
sank down into the warm water and playfully began splashing each other.
Bob stole off to the toilet to pee as Lori washed first Dick's face, then
Willette's. Then she told the lovers to stand and get out of the tub.
Lori picked up a plush, fluffy cotton towel and began towelling off
Willette. Bob hustled back from the toilet just in time to take a towel
from Dick's hands which he had picked up to dry himself. "You're going to
think I'm gay," Bob said. "But I'm not." Without further ado Bob made a cup
with part of the towel using his palms. Then he put the cupped portion of
the towel directly to Dick's cock and balls. Gently he began massaging the
drops of water from Dick's genitalia. "You've got some excellent
equipment here, young man," Bob commented.
"I think I could do that myself," Dick said. He grasped the edge of
Bob's towel where it flowed out over his arms.
"Of course you could," Bob said. "But if you're going to impregnate
my wife I want to make sure you're up to snuff. I don't want any second
rate sons, you know." Dick inhaled sharply.
"I'm going to impregnate Willette," Dick said. His mind was reeling.
He had slept with a few women in his younger days, but never had he been
in a sexual situation this debauched, this erotic. He was beginning to lose
the ability to question his actions and those of the others around him. His
loins were taking over.
"Of course you're going to fuck her, and I'm going to fuck Lori, at
first," Bob said. "But you and I both know if we truly want our girls to get
pregnant we need to give them plenty of fucking, and trading them back
and forth a few times won't hurt either. I want my wife's stomach to be
as big as an air bag in nine months, no questions asked." Dick nodded.
Bob's hands moved upward to dry his chest.
By the time Dick and Willette had been towelled dry Bob and Lori had
largely been dried by the air. Nonetheless, the towels were traded and
this time Willette dried Bob, while Dick dried Lori. Dick was glad that he
had not been required to return Bob's favor by drying the man in turn.
While rubbing down another man's wife was still against his conservative
values, it was far preferable to drying the man!
When all four were dry to Lori's satisfaction she asked that Bob be a
man of honor and escort Willette to her fate, while Dick play best man for
her and escort her. Each male took the other's girl in hand and walked her
into the bedroom.
There was a single bed in the bedroom, but it was large enough to
easily accommodate two couples. The headboard and baseboard were made
of brass, no doubt for tying recalcitrant brides. Heavy curtains blocked
out the sunlight. Lori broke from Dick and walked over to a chest of
drawers. Several virgin candles stood atop it. Lori picked up a box of
wooden matches and lit each candle in turn. A mirror hung on the wall
behind the candles. It reflected and magnified their light.
"Fresh flowers," Lori commented, surveying the room, a finger to her
chin. "What we need is a vase or two of fresh flowers to brighten this
place up." Lori walked over to Willette and took the girl by the hand.
"Let's go pick some flowers," Lori cooed to Willette. The blonde nodded
mutely. She shivered with arousal. Her body was no longer her own. She
would do anything anybody asked her to.
"Hey! What about our fuck session?" Bob choked. He and Dick were
little better off than Willette. Their scrotums now ruled their minds.
Lori touched the tip of her finger to the head of Bob's throbbing cock.
"There are some of gran'pa's cheroots in the dresser drawer, underneath
his underwear," Lori said. "Cuban cigars. Sit down and be patient and have
a smoke. You can't expect girls to get fucked in a room without flowers,
can you?"
"Sure I can," Bob protested. "We've made love in alleys, inÑ"
"But not for our first baby, hmmm?" Lori asked.
"Well, noÑ" Bob breathed. His whole frame trembling with desire, he
retreated toward the dresser drawer. The tremens died as he pulled open
the dresser's top drawer. He would have to contain his lust until the girls
returned.
Lori led Willette out into the living room. They were alone. The men
took their seats in the bedroom and lit their cigars. Furtively they
glanced out at the females and watched as Lori seated Willette in an
overstuffed chair.
"I have a present for you," Lori said brightly. "Or rather, my
grandfather does." Lori walked to a closet and returned with a bright,
spangled pair of white leather peewees. "Obviously these weren't bought
with you in mind, but I think they just might fit you," Lori said. "They
appear to be brand new." Willette made no protest as Lori knelt before her
and put each of the peewees on in turn. Then Lori rose and went to the
closet once more, and returned with a broad brimmed straw hat with a
blue sash tied about it. Lori fitted the hat to Willette's head and then
asked Willette to stand. The blonde rose and admired herself in a full
length mirror that stood nearby. She looked absolutely delightful! Knee
length cowboy boots and a straw hat. What more could a girl need for
walking outdoors on a bright spring day?
Lori then walked to the closet once more, and returned with a pair of
spiked heels with spaghetti straps. "Would you help me try these on?" Lori
asked in a seductive little voice. Willette beamed with helpfulness. Lori
seated herself on the overstuffed chair and Willette knelt before her.
Carefully Willette fitted each of the shoes to Lori's feet. She had no doubt
that these would fit, for they had apparently been bought by Lori's
grandfather as a present for Lori. Willette wondered if the cowboy boots
had been intended as a present for Lori too. Willette gazed at Lori's feet.
They seemed almost the same size as hers. That would explain the perfect
fit of the boots.
When Willette had fitted both heels to Lori's feet, she then began
lacing Lori's calves with the shoe's spaghetti straps. Each heel sported
two straps, which had to be wound around Lori's legs all the way up to her
knees. Then the straps were tied off in a bow at the back of each of Lori's
calves.
Lori rose. She smiled at Willette. She walked to the closet and
drew forth a green visor. She plunked it on her head and then walked back
to Willette and took the girl's hand. "Ready?" Lori asked.
"As I'll ever be," Willette smiled. Together the two females strolled
hand in hand from the cabin.
"God, what dolls!" Dick gasped as he watched from the bedroom. The
girls' retreating bottoms rolled invitingly as they crossed the living room
and headed out the front door.
"She does this every time," Bob moaned. His eyes seemed bleary as
he lay back in a stuffed chair, his body relaxed but his cock sticking
straight up, throbbing with desire. Bob blew out a ring of smoke, as if to
show that he was calm. But his every muscle twitched with the desire to
fuck. "Every time we find a nice couple to screw with she takes the other
woman in hand and insists on slowing things down. You know how girls
just love to delay..." Bob's voice trailed off.
"I know," Dick trembled. "To be honest, I just want to fuck. I may be
conservative, but my dick isn't."
"If we were gay we could fuck each other," Bob suggested.
"Don't talk like that," Dick said. "Have you ever done anything like
that?"
"Nah," Bob said. The smoke from their cigars shrouded the light of
the candles.
Outside the cabin no candles were required. The sun was high,
spilling its light eagerly on any nude bodies that chose to pass beneath it.
In fact, the sun was a bit too eager; Willette was glad for the protection
of her broad brimmed hat.
Willette knelt in a pool of shade cast over her by her hat. She
plucked a daisy from the ground and added it to the two already in her
hand. Beside her knelt Lori. The woman was more tanned than she, and her
brown back seemed not the least concerned at the sunshine which
drenched it. A cool wind rustled the field of daisies, leaving the girls
warm but not hot.
"They're beautiful, aren't they?" Lori asked, picking daisies for
herself.
"Oh yes," Willette chirped. "I just love flowers."
"There are some other kinds down by those trees," Lori said. She
pointed. "Tulips and daffodils, from a day when my grandfather tried
expanding his product line. They grow wild now."
"Oh, I must see them!" Willette cried. She rose. Her body looked
lovely as she stretched it to full height in the midst of the field of
daisies. Lori rose too and took Willette once more by the hand. Together
they headed for the trees.
"Do you have any weed here?" Willette asked, eyes bright.
"You mean marijuana?" Lori said. Willette nodded. "You want to get
high?" Lori laughed.
"Maybe just a little bit," Willette breathed. Her hand swung with
Lori's past their hips as they strolled, to and fro, to and fro.
"What would Bob and Dick say if we came back stoned?" Lori
chuckled.
"The same thing they'd say if we came back sober; 'Get on the bed and
spread,'" Willette giggled.
"Well! See that old wooden shack down by the trees?" Lori asked.
"That's my gran'pa's gardening shed. He just might have some old rolling
paper and a match or two in there." An ebullience seized the girls and they
broke from each other and began running across the field, laughing.
The lone box of matches in the old shed proved to be moist from a
recent rain. But there was some dry rolling paper, and a magnifying glass.
The girls headed back outside with their find and found some marijuana
near the tulips and daffodils. Forgetting their mission to pick flowers,
they knelt down beside each other and plucked some pot, then neatly rolled
the leaves in the sheets of rolling paper. When they each had a cigarette
of their own Lori brought forth the magnifying glass.
"C'mon, sun," Lori urged. She directed a beam of sunlight onto the tip
of her joint with the magnifying glass. Both girls watched intently as the
concentrated sunlight heated the end of the joint.
Birds sang idly from the tops of the trees as the girls worked. Both
girls were crouched on silken grass, their pussies and bottoms uncaringly
spread to all who might see them. Of course, the woods were uninhabited,
save for the occasional rabbit or moose. The girls' breasts hung freely,
full and round, surmounted with pert pink nipples that seemed to beg for
infants to suckle. The girls were entirely as God had made them, save for
shoes to protect their feet from the errant rock and hats to ward off the
sun.
Suddenly the tip of the joint ignited. Both girls let out a whoop of
joy. Greedily Lori put the joint to her lips and inhaled, making the end of
the rolled weed glow bright. Willette grasped at Lori's joint for a puff of
her own.
Willette stole the joint from Lori as the woman savored a lungfull of
hashish. The blonde put the joint to her own lips and sucked, delighting in
the wantonness of the act. Then Lori picked up the unlit joint that had
been Willette's and touched it to the joint burning twixt Willette's lips to
light it. Soon both girls were crouching in the grass, each puffing on a
joint of her own.
Lori gave her hair a toss and sat back on the grass. Willette did
likewise. They looked lovingly at each other and Willette put her head to
Lori's shoulder. Lori, surprised, lifted a hand and stroked Willette's hair.
Suddenly over the grassy knoll appeared two men. They walked
swiftly. They wore neither shoes nor hats, nor anything at all. Their
cocks were stiff. It was Bob and Dick. They could wait no more.
Lori was the first to see the approaching men. She gave a little
shriek, which woke Willette from a pot filled reverie. Both females
jumped up and, crying aloud, began to run from the men. Bob and Dick
broke into a jog.
"Damn girls!" Dick swore.
"They won't get far," Bob said. He watched as the two females
attempted to escape, tripping through tulips and daffodils in their high
heels. A moment later and the men were upon them.
Bob hoisted up Lori and threw the woman over his shoulder. Dick did
the same with Willette. Willette cried for her hat as it fell from her head
into the tulips. Dick ignored her. Together with Bob he strode back up the
daisy covered hillside. A moment later they had crested the hill and the
cabin lay before them. Another minute and all were back in the bedroom.
Willette and Lori were unceremoniously cast down beside one
another on the bed. Bob and Dick gazed at the young women for a second.
They were luscious, their tender nude bodies totally vulnerable to the
muscular men. The girls looked up at their charges. Their eyes were a
mixture of apology and innocence, like naughty little girls found indulging
in cookies before dinner.
Lori and Willette's hair, brown and blonde, tumbled over pillows.
Lori still wore her green visor. The girls' moist, red lips were parted.
Below, the lips of their labias peeped through curls of pubic hair as their
legs lay spread upon the crisp, cool sheets of the bed. Both girls, realizing
the hopelessness of their plight, made to roll toward one another for
protection. Before the girls could clasp one another in their arms the men
were upon them.
Willette was glad it wasn't her tender virgin anus that had been
slated to get fucked first. Dick threw himself upon her and thrust into her
pussy with a vigor that bordered on fierceness. Willette cried out as she
realized the dangerous pregnancy game she had been playing had come to
an end. This was for real. She was going to get fucked, and fucked royally.
Dick had enough semen built up in his balls to father ten generations.
Lori too cried out as Bob forced himself upon her. They had coupled
many times, but the dalliance before this fuck had added to Bob's lust
immeasurably. He was hungry, and only the pleasure of his cockhead
butting into Lori's womb could satisfy him. Both Bob and Dick grunted and
panted as they forced their cocks deep.
Willette lifted her legs and wrapped them about Dick's buttocks. She
knew Dick's code of honor. She knew that once she was with child Dick
would never leave her. No more begging, no more pleading for his love. No
more listening to lame excuses about his dead wife. Even as her brain
screamed for more years of carefree teenage pleasures, her legs
imprisoned his loins against hers. Nature had assumed command, in the
guise of love. Willette yearned to feel Dick's cum spurt deep into her
womb, impregnating every last inch of her untried fetal nursery with his
seed. With her hand Willette felt along the sheets until she found Lori's.
The two females clasped hands now, comrades in arms.
Lori lifted her knees and spread them as wide as she could. Her
eyes, like Willette's fluttered closed. She became lost in a wet world of
grunts and moans of pleasure, of the sound of body parts sluicing together
in tight conjunction. Above her Bob strained to ream her with every fiber
of his body. Even as he strove to give himself the release he lusted for,
Bob fought to hold it back. Dick, likewise, worked Willette to satiate his
own lust, yet strained to hold himself back from the ultimate
reverberation of passion.
As the girls were worked their heads rolled sideways on their
pillows to face one another. Through eyes bleared by sensuality the girls
caught glimpses of each other. They extended their tongues to each other.
But they were too far apart, their tongues could not stretch far enough to
touch. Instead Dick and Bob's faces each came down to kiss them on the
mouth, then broke away again as the men lifted up their chests to better
impale the girls' pussies with their cocks.
Suddenly, just when it seemed the tableau could last forever, Dick
and then Bob announced the release of their long awaited loads with
fevered animal moans. Screams from the girls followed almost instantly,
as each bucked her hips in the throes of a near simultaneous orgasm.
Gradually the thrusting of the males and the bucking of the females
subsided. All upon the bed settled into a long series of passionate kisses.
Finally, as the amorous reverie cooled, the couples turned to cuddling and
breathy words of endearment.
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