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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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WATERMELON MOON
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Chapter Eight
"Now it's time for another bath," Lori announced, sitting up.
"Oh, I don't want another bath just yet," Willette cooed, her eyes
fixed on Dick's face.
"Oh, this one takes place right here in bed," Lori said. Willette rolled
her face on her pillow to gaze at Lori. "And it only involves two things;
the genitals, which must be washed, and one's tongue, which must do the
washing. Saves water, don'cha know." Willette giggled.
Soon both couples were busy laving each other's genitalia. They
began by licking the loins of the partner they had had sex with. But then
Lori insisted on switching partners. Willette found herself licking Bob's
cock and testicles clean, while Dick found his face buried in Lori's pussy.
"I think your breasts need some cleaning too," Dick said finally to
Lori. The woman laughed.
"You've been entranced with my breasts since we met," Lori said.
"Don't you like Willette's?"
"Mmm, Willette's are darling," Dick said, burying his face in Lori's
succulent mammaries. "But you have the breasts of a fully grown woman."
"I think you just like mine because they're a size larger," Lori said,
twirling a finger in Dick's brown locks as he supped upon the points of her
cleavage. "I've often wondered if they aren't too large!"
"I adore breasts that are nice and big," Dick said. "They are the
breasts of a mother."
"Do you like my breasts?" Willette asked of Bob with wide eyes. All
this adoration by the man she loved for another woman's tits was slightly
unsettling.
In response Bob gently cupped Willette's breasts and weighed them
in his palms. "You have very nice breasts," Bob said. "You have nothing to
be ashamed of. In my opinion they are just the right size; not too small,
and not too big either. And they stick straight out, just like a young girl's
breasts should." He bent his head and kissed one of Willette's bosoms.
"Yes, but are they a woman's breasts?" Willette asked.
"Of course," Bob said. "What a silly question. You want larger
breasts? Then they'd be too large. You want them to hang down more?
Wait 'till you're an old lady. No, you have the most absolutely perfect
breasts, in my opinion."
"What a delightful segue to another round of intercourse," Lori
interjected.
"Mmm," Dick said, still savoring Lori's tits.
"My breasts don't hang down, do they, Dick?" Lori asked in a rare
show of insecurity.
"Hell, no!" Dick cried, lifting his face from the cushiony globes.
"They billow out like twin puffs of cotton candy. Each pure white save for
a circle of peppermint at the apex of each globe. They're breasts a man
can really bury himself in, get lost in, you know?" Dick cupped the
fullness of Lori's breasts, watching with ecstasy as the flesh nearly
wobbled free of his grip.
"You're quite poetic, you know that?" Lori smiled.
"Mmm," Dick said. "I never thought I'd fuck another man's wife, but
right now there's nothing I want more than to see you on your hands and
knees, with those breasts of yours dangling down for me to milk while I
fuck you from behind." Lori regarded him warmly. She ran her fingers
through Dick's tousled locks once more and then, smiling, got onto all
fours on the bed.
"Do like me, Willette," Lori urged, looking over at her friend, who
was still on her back sharing intimate thoughts with Bob. It was time to
fuck again. The time for cuddling had passed.
Up sat Willette. With youthful enthusiasm she got on her hands and
knees. She looked back over her shoulder at the man who was about to
work her. "Please not my bottom," Willette breathed. "I'm not ready for
that yet."
"Yes, Bob," Lori said. "Spare Willette's bottom. This round is just
for our pussies, to make sure we get pregnant."
"Mmm," Willette hummed, letting her lips close with Bob's as he took
up position behind her. Willette felt Bob's cockhead find the treasure
chest between her legs.
"Ooh!" Lori cried, announcing to the world that Dick had rammed
himself up her pussy. The man was starving for sex after four long years
of abstinence. Though his conscience may have held him back before, it
was vanished now. Dick was a hungry beast determined to make up for
four years of celibacy in less than an hour.
Each girl bucked once more to the demands of her steed. Bob was
more gentle than Dick, but neither man was without intensity in his
strokes. The girls were made to take the cocks again and again, until they
thought the things must surely run right through them and come blasting
out their navels. Finally, after several agonizing orgasms by the girls,
each man let himself fly over the brink. Bob heard Dick grunt as he came,
and the noise of it caused Bob to lose his own self control. Both girls
crushed their faces into their pillows and arched their bottoms high as
their lovers strained against them. Long warm spurts of gruelly cum fired
deep into their wombs.
After the second round of fucking the four of them lay in one
another's arms for awhile, but then hunger began to make itself felt in
their bellies.
"Let's get up and go find some food," Lori suggested. The two couples
rose and trooped off to the bathroom. They helped each other pee, then
filled a tub with water. All four of them squeezed into the tub this time.
They splashed around until they felt clean, spilling shards of water onto
the tiled floor. Finally the four of them got out and lovingly toweled each
other off.
The two couples dressed as best they could in the clothes they found
in the cabin. Dick and Bob each tied on a pair of baggy pants and donned a
shirt. The only men's shoes in the cabin were found to be old, stinky, and
the wrong size, so Dick and Bob decided to go barefoot. Lori and Willette
each pulled on a man's dress shirt, but there was nothing else for them to
wear. Fortunately, the shirts were just long enough to trail a good ways
down the front and back of the girls' thighs. Along the sides of their
thighs, however, the hem of each shirt rose dangerously high. The girls
stopped to don the shoes they had worn in the field before heading out.
"Too bad your shorts got so soiled, or you could at least wear those,"
Willette commented as the two couples strolled on the grass outside the
cabin.
"No good," Lori replied. "They got a big tear down the butt when I
was running down the street, remember?"
"Oh, yes! Now I do!" Willette said, and giggled.
A jalopy parked out back served to carry the foursome to town.
About 20 minutes later they found themselves in a dusty mountain village.
The people looked dull, and slow, and out of touch with reality. Every one
was White. Dick felt slightly ill at ease, fearful his Arabic origin might
surface.
They pulled up outside a general store, in front of an ancient
hitching post. The four of them got out of the car. Willette would have
counselled that she and Lori stay inside the vehicle, but Lori jumped out
before she could say anything. Willette then momentarily entertained the
thought of remaining behind in the vehicle, all by herself, but then she
noticed four seedy men sitting at the far end of the store's porch stoop,
eyeing her with wanton abandon.
As the four of them poked around inside the store Lori seemed not to
care that the wiggling of her hips as she walked was giving dangerously
revealing flips to the tail of her shirt. Willette walked as carefully as
she could, even putting her hands to her bottom to keep her shirttail
pressed against it. Of course, the shirttail that covered her pussy still
quavered freely with her every step.
Some groceries and a few toiletries were found, and carried to the
counter. The clerk rang up the items slowly, as if having to recall each
product's price from memory, and then adding a surcharge for the indignity
of having to sell to out-of-towners. Finally the goods were bagged and
Bob and Dick and Lori and Willette returned to their car.
"Too bad the clothes were so shitty," Willette said to Lori as their
car pulled away from the general store. "What few they had. And did you
get a load of all the beams of fabric they had, so fucking people could
make their own clothes?" Willette broke into peals of laughter.
"Yeah, you'd think they were going to stock up on the stuff and jump
into a covered wagon and head out west. With mom sewing all the way so
they wouldn't be buck naked," Lori laughed. "And the clothes?! My God! Did
you see the layers of dust on some of those clothes? That place needs a
sale badly. And the clothes in the back were moth eaten. At least
gran'pa's clothes were kept fresh and clean from regular visits by Matilda.
Though they're hardly more in style than the clothes in that store were."
"I still think we should have bought some," Dick offered.
"I don't know, I was getting edgy standing in that store," Bob said.
"It took us ages just to pay for the food. I felt like punching that asshole
clerk right in the nose and walking out with the stuff for free."
"If we had more money we could just have laid some heavy bills on
him and gotten out more quickly," Lori sighed.
"You've done enough of that at Nordstrom's, dear," Bob said.
When the four of them got back to the cabin the girls set about
preparing dinner. The men stacked more wood in the fireplace, then sat
back and partook of more of the cabin's cheroots. It was a pleasant, cozy
late afternoon, with the sun just sinking below the tree tops. The men
rambled about their backgrounds, some facts being more truthfully told
than others, while the girls chattered on about relationships, clothes, and
other pertinent matters.
"How long do you think we'll be stuck here?" Bob asked over dinner.
"Well, you're the cop, you tell us," Lori said, munching on a chicken
breast. One thing she had to say about country food, it at least was worth
the visit. The chicken had probably been killed that morning right in back
of the general store. It was plump, and juicy, and honest. The same went
for the vegetables and fruit they'd bought. "You're a cop too, aren't you,
Dick?" Lori asked.
"Yes! He negotiates with terrorists," Willette cooed.
"Now honey, you shouldn't talk too much about what I do," Dick
cautioned.
"Aw, c'mon, Dick!" Bob said. "Quit being so secretive. You and me are
in the same line of work, just in different states, that's all. You oughta
tell me everything you know about New World Order so I'll have something
to show to my boss when I get back."
"Yes," Lori interjected. "I think we should pool our knowledge about
New World Order. In case, well, you know, one of us gets killed. The rest
of us would have that person's knowledge in our head. We could still use it
to escape and stuff."
"Yeah, I'd like to pick your brains about New World Order," Dick said
to Lori. "You seem to know more about it than I do!"
"Oh, don't be silly," Lori said. "I just read my husband's papers,
that's all."
"And you shouldn't have done that," Bob admonished Lori. "I'm in the
police department, you're not. I'd get in trouble if they knew my wife was
reading my research."
"Well, tell them to let you keep regular hours and I won't pry," Lori
said primly.
"Honey, these are terrorists," Bob cried. "A new breed of terrorists!
Sure, they've been around awhile, but they've got a new leader who I hear
is nothing short of walking death!" Lori scooped up a spoonful of
cranberries and ate them self-consciously.
"Yeah, Aram was just an underling," Dick said. "The real leader is
Hatam. Like the guards said to Aram, they only cared about his life to the
extent that Hatam would get angry at them for letting it be lost." Both
men had nearly forgotten their food by this point in the conversation and
eagerly pursued the point of New World's leader.
"This damn Hatam," Bob said. "I just can't get any dope on him.
Nothing. Zilch. It's like he doesn't exist, and yet he's the fucking leader!"
"I know," Dick said. A worried look came over his face. "I have in-
depth knowledge of New World Order, going back over many years. Yet this
fellow Hatam, who reportedly took over about five years ago, I've gotten
nothing on him. I'm especially pissed about that because when Aram killed
my wife he could have just been following Hatam's orders. If that's the
case, I want Hatam more than anything."
"Well, surely Hatam must meet with his men once in awhile?"
Willette asked. She took a bite of a ripe red apple and nearly sprang out of
her seat at the succulent taste. Damn the store's clothes, this food was
heaven!
"Hatam plans overall strategy for the group," Bob said. "Let's his
lieutenants carry out the details. And, like, it's like he faxes his stuff in.
I doubt Hatam's men would recognize him if they passed him in the street."
"You could have used something like that with your first wife, eh
dear?" Lori asked with a smile.
"Mmm, but I definitely don't need it for my second," Bob said. He put
his arm around Lori's small shoulders.
"Yeah, that damn Hatam is a synonym for 'deep cover,'" Dick mused.
"What worries me is that I've gotten information that Hatam may be right
here...right in the good ol' U.S. of A."
"Yeah, next thing you know the fucker will be running for president
and we'll all be voting for him," Bob laughed.
"His slogan will be 'More Defense,'" Dick laughed, hoisting a glass of
wine. "He just won't tell us that he means more defense for his men...to
kill us."
The conversation drifted back into trivialities as the food cured the
hunger of the couples and reawakened their desire. Lori and Willette rose
and announced their intention to bring the men cherry pie. The aroma of
the pie, baking in the oven, had begun to permeate the dining room. Both
girls sashayed from the table back to the kitchen, their derrieres wiggling
invitingly beneath the tails of their shirts. Dick traded a glance with Bob.
"I'd say some butt fucking might be next on the agenda," Bob offered.
"Yeah," Dick grunted. He shifted his hips forward in his chair.
Dessert took on the ambiance of a wedding reception. Each couple
instinctively took one large slice of pie for itself. Then Dick and Willette
each shared one slice, while Bob and Lori did the same.
Dick admired the curve of Willette's breasts as the girl bent forward
to fork herself another bite of pie. Her bosoms were like grapefruit.
Succulent fruit hanging ripe, tempting sweaty, sun-burnished field hands
to pick and savor them. Willette's shoulder rubbed up against Dick's chest.
"I'llÑI'll do that," Dick said. He speared the piece of pie for Willette
and brought it to her lips. Laying her own fork aside, Willette opened her
mouth and let Dick slip the pie inside. She chewed it gracefully, lifting
her eyes to gaze into Dick's. Dick raised a hand and flicked open several
buttons on Willette's shirt. The upper half of the shirt fell open to reveal
Willette's nipples.
Without missing a beat, Willette cut a chunk of pie for Dick. She
lifted it with her own fork to Dick's mouth and placed it upon his tongue.
As Dick chewed the pie he lifted a hand to palm one of Willette's tits.
Across the table, Lori's shirt, which had never been buttoned up as
far as propriety would have dictated, lost a bit more of its modesty. Bob,
following Dick's lead, loosed the middle buttons of Lori's shirt, creating
an open vee in the garment that ran down to Lori's belly. Lori's tits
tumbled past the garment's retreating halves to jiggle freely in the open
air.
Dick pulled a whole, ripe cherry from the remains of the slice of pie
that sat before him. He lifted it with his fingers to Willette's lips. He
popped it inside. "Here, you can have this cherry," Dick murmured to
Willette. "I'll take your anal cherry in return." Willette's eyes widened.
Dutifully, however, she swallowed the cherry Dick had made a special gift
of.
Dick rose. His chair made a clattering sound as it was roughly
pushed back. There was a very distinct protuberance in the front of his
trousers. Daintily, her eyes lowered to Dick's waist, Willette lifted her
fingers and undid the draw string which held up his pants. A moment later
Dick's pants slithered unhampered down his hairy legs. Bob glanced at Lori
and saw the woman gazing at Dick's penis with intense interest.
Willette leaned forward. She popped the head of Dick's penis into
her mouth. Gently she sucked upon it. Her cheeks assumed a concave
appearance as she put as much suction as she could muster on Dick's
cockhead. Lightly her fingernails ran up and down the underside of Dick's
shaft.
"You can do the same to me, you know," Bob commented to his wife,
interrupting her reverie. Lori put a hand to Bob's crotch and squeezed his
penis through the fabric of his pants.
"Please, dear, this is Willette's special moment," Lori whispered.
"Let me go help her." Bob looked surprised, but raised no protest. In
response Lori got up from her place and walked over to Willette and Dick.
Lori took up a position between the two lovers, right where
Willette's mouth met Dick's penis. Lori stood, one hand resting on
Willette's head while the other found its way to the small of Dick's back.
After watching a moment, Lori asked Willette, "May I help you?"
Willette drew her mouth off Dick's cockhead. She looked up with big,
innocent eyes. "Yes, please," Willette breathed. Lori's hand slipped down
to touch Dick's bare buttocks.
Willette seemed unable to decide what to do next. She sat sideways
upon her chair at table, her shirt open revealing her lovely titties. There
was a gloss on her lips where Dick's pre-cum had anointed them. Lori
reached out with both her hands to Willette. The blonde lifted her wrists
and let Lori take them. Willette stood.
Lori urged Willette from the table and sidled around the blonde to
clasp her from the side. Dick moved in and embraced Willette from the
opposite side. Together the threesome began to walk in lock step toward
the bedroom. Bob rose and followed.
Candles were lit in the bedroom by Lori as Willette kneed her way
onto the bed. The blonde crawled forward to the headboard and placed her
face squarely in a pillow there. She arched her bottom high as Dick
mounted the bed behind her.
Dick put his hands to the cheeks of Willette's bottom. He caressed
them. Willette shivered. Lori slipped onto the bed and, to Dick's surprise,
placed a riding crop in his hand. "She must be warmed up first to make her
more easily take your cock," Lori murmured to Dick. Willette overheard
and glanced back over her shoulder. The blonde bit her lip as she realized
what Dick held.
Dick's eyes met Willette's. The blonde's eyes seemed to fight the
idea of a whipping, yet she moved not a muscle. Her delectable body
remained in a tight servile crouch, bottom high, head down. "IÑI'll try to
be as gentle as possible," Dick said to Willette.
"No, you must not be gentle," Lori interjected. The woman touched a
finger to Willette's derriere and traced an imaginary circle there. "Not
cruel either, of course, but stern enough to impart such sufficient heat to
Willette's bottom that she longs for anything but the crop, even if it
means having your dick up her ass." Lori let her nail insinuate itself
between the cheeks of Willette's bottom, right where Willette's anus lay.
The blonde's nether cheeks twitched as she felt the tip of Lori's sharp nail
touch her most intimate orifice. "Willette may think she's ready for butt
fucking," Lori continued, "but her bottom cheeks will not truly relax until
they've been switched." The very end of Lori's nail dug just a trifle inside
Willette's sphincter, as if to pry loose some dry piece of excrement.
"Were you to take her now, she'd be so tight your penis might harm her.
After the switching, though, her rectal muscles will relax just enough to
permit you a safe and exhilarating entry."
"Sounds decent to me," Dick said. He lifted the crop.
"Be gentle Dick!" Willette cried, and buried her face in the pillow,
muffling the last syllable of her imprecation. Lori eased herself forward
on the bed until she could comfortably place a restraining hand upon the
back of Willette's head.
Dick gazed at Willette's perfectly white rump. The rising moon
peeped through the window. An adventuresome beam of lunar light struck
Willette's snowy rear, giving it a celestial gleam. "Have at it, boy!" Bob
cried to Dick. Bob had both his hands in the front of his pants and seemed
to be waiting for an incentive to begin masturbating. Setting his jaw,
Dick put a hand to his own penis. Then he brought the riding crop down
firmly on the bottom of the woman he loved.
Willette's bottom reared like an unbroken colt's at the first strike.
Lori shoved both her hands atop Willette's head and kept the blonde's face
from rising. Again the crop came, and once more Willette met the blow
with a muffled cry and a valiant, if impulsive, attempt to sit up. More
strikes followed, each leaving a bright red mark upon Willette's bottom.
Bob had fallen backward into a chair and torn open his pants for better
access to his member. Dick, meanwhile, though cursing himself for doing
so, rubbed his penis with his free hand. Lori, meanwhile, was too busy
keeping Willette down to interfere with the men's self-pleasure.
Again and again the crop came, until suddenly Dick could not bring
himself to strike again. He threw the crop aside. Whether his change of
heart was due to pity for Willette's bottom or the need to plunge inside
her was unclear, perhaps even to Dick himself. He prised Willette's
bottomcheeks apart with his palms. Willette's anus presented itself to
his view and Dick thrust his cockhead against it.
"Whoa, cowboy!" Lori cried, looking up. "You've got to be oiled before
you can go in there." Lori leapt from the bed and went running to the
dresser drawer for a bottle of salve.
"Bob!" Lori cried, seeing her husband. "Stop masturbating! You're
next, right after Dick! If you lose your seed beforehand I'll take the riding
crop to you!" Lori clambered back onto the bed and wet her fingers with
oil.
"Hmmm, I might enjoy having a crop on my butt," Bob said, squirming
his hips. He was still masturbating.
"Men!" Lori said, using the gender description as an epithet. At the
head of the bed Willette was sobbing now. She had put her hands to her
face and her whole body shook with each sob. But she remained in her
crouch, ready for reaming.
Dick bit his lip and shuddered as Lori's expert hands began oiling his
dick. The act itself of preparing his penis for pleasure was a major trip in
itself. Dick still found himself enthralled with Lori. She seemed a
mother-in-waiting, a young woman who only needed the addition of a
man's sperm to bloom into the nurturer of babies that God seemed to have
specially created her to be. Willette still gave off the appearance of a
young girl, insouciant, innocent, inviting. Willette needed training in love,
but Lori was already fully versed in the morays of the bedroom. Lori
needed babies at her breasts and a man's protective embrace, in Dick's
eyes. He vowed to give her womb another fucking before their little group
parted company.
Lori withdrew her hands. Her eyes met Dick's. Did she nod slightly?
Dick needed no further incentive. His cock thrust forward into the
moonbeam that still shone on Willette's bottom. He prised apart
Willette's cheeks once more, and Lori's hands came to Willette's derriere
to help. Dick pressed the head of his cock to Willette's nether orifice. His
thighs flexed and Willette gave a little cry. Dick pushed again and felt his
cockhead sink inside Willette's rectum. The girl gave a loud scream.
"Are you okay?" Dick asked Willette. His penis arched out of
Willette's bottom like some homeless carrot. Willette sniffled and
nodded. She returned her face to her hands. Dick grasped her hips and
proceeded.
In, in, in went the penis, with gentle little thrusts. Dick knew this
was Willette's first time, and he wanted to enter her as painlessly as he
could. Willette thanked herself for choosing such a gentleman to make her
introduction to the adult uses of the rectum.
Dick gazed down at Willette's bottom. The moonbeam was rising
now, its light leaving her rump behind. When first it had graced her she
was as unblemished as untrodden snow. Now her ass was a welter of red
stripes, with a penis splitting it right in two. Dick grazed his fingertips
across Willette's left cheek. The girl shivered at his touch, even as she
cringed under the invasion of his prick. Dick assured himself that her
bottom was merely marked; no welts, no bruises, no lines that threatened
to raise blisters. Given a day, the stripes would vanish. But Willette's
anal virginity would never return. The thought made Dick's balls roil with
the need to release.
Dick shut his eyes tight and tried to hold back his seed. He gasped as
he realized success, but could feel that his balls would demand release
again at any moment. Next time he knew he would be unable to deny them.
Dick began to thrust in and out of Willette as gently as he could. He still
could not get all the way up her, and he dared not pull back so far that his
dick popped out of her. Instead Dick contented himself with partial
thrusts, pulling back a bit, then pushing forward once more. Next time
he'd give her a more vigorous fuck. But this time she needed as gentle an
introduction as he could provide.
As Dick dwelled on the tightness of Willette's ass his balls clamored
once more. There was no way to suppress them this time. Dick drew in a
breath and thrust forward as far as he could. Willette squealed at the new
depths he achieved as suddenly his hot cum spurted even farther up her.
Dick began a series of rapid thrusting motions as his precious semen
flooded Willette's bowels. Lori had to throw both legs over Willette's
head and press her pussy to the back of the blonde's mane to keep the girl
from rising.
Willette screamed into her pillow as her final ability to withstand
the onslaught to her bottom broke. She had endured the whipping, the
initial splitting of her peach, the easy thrusts that impaled her more and
more with each new movement of Dick's hips. Now Willette let all her
emotions rush forth unhampered. She fought to rise from the bed and
thrust her bottom back in repeated attempts to get up. Did she know her
efforts were utterly futile? Did she suspect that the rearward movement
of her derriere only emphasized Dick's thrusts? Her screams said she did
not, but the pleasure which raced through Dick's loins as the young female
fought him told him perhaps she did.
With a loud groan Dick finally gave up his assault on Willette's
bottom. He collapsed backward, only to see Bob scramble over him. Lori's
husband had spread oil over his own dick already, and he was eager to at
least finalize the breach of Willette's cherry.
"Hey! Are you sure she can take any more?" Dick asked Bob as the
man pulled wide Willette's cheeks.
"It's no different than if you'd staved off ejaculation a bit longer,"
Bob said, and pushed the head of his cock into Willette's rectum. "Mmm,
nice and warm," Bob said, caressing Willette's striped cheeks with his
hands. Lori remained firmly atop Willette's head, preventing the girl from
getting up.
Bob plunged his dick like a dagger into Willette's bottom. Her rectal
sheath was coated with semen now, making his entry easier. There was
less need for gentility, though Bob did seem to give some consideration to
Willette's newness to the sport. Thrusting more vigorously than Dick had,
yet with a gentleness in his eyes that signalled his intention not to harm
her, Bob speared the blonde with his manhood. Willette's bucking slowed,
perhaps the girl was beginning to get sore and had realized that further
movement of her hips would only accentuate the soreness.
Bob came about a minute later. No doubt Willette silently thanked
Bob for having masturbated himself, lest he have kept his pestle at her
longer. Lori slipped from the bed and hurried from the room. Dick was too
spent to attempt to ask the woman what she was up to. Bob was giving
his final thrusts to Willette. Then he pulled his limpening penis from her.
Willette knew not what to do. Her body continued to quaver as she
remained crouched upon the bed. Her bottom felt like it was on fire. And
it felt as if a hot poker had been thrust up her rectum. Suddenly a squeal
came to Willette's ears and she heard the pop of a cork. A moment later a
spray of icy champagne hit her bottom.
Willette arched upward, throwing her head forward on the bed. Yet
some instinct told her to keep her bottom aloft. The cooling draught of
champagne, shocking in its coldness, felt delicious upon her derriere.
Willette looked back over her shoulder, biting her lips, her eyes wide and
tear stained, and watched as a shower of champagne cascaded over her
ass.
Lori passed the still spewing bottle to Dick and slithered forward on
the bed to Willette's head. "Congratulations, darling, you're a full fledged
woman now," Lori cooed to Willette. She stroked the blonde's hair.
Willette let tears run silently down her cheeks.
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