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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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WATERMELON MOON
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Chapter Nine
Some time later Willette was sitting up. Her bottom felt both a
glow of sensual warmth and the ache of soreness, of untried parts
reacting for the first time to a new experience. Lori sat behind her on the
bed, brushing her long longs. Lori cooed of past experiences she herself
had undergone, of men sharing her bottom and using her naval to extinguish
their cigarettes.
Willette gazed up at the moon through the bedroom window. It was
nearing fullness now. "Do you think we're pregnant?" Willette asked
softly.
"I'm sure we will be by the time we leave here," Lori murmured.
Willette felt the woman's voluptuous cleavage brush her back.
"I still want to fuck you between those breasts of yours," Dick
breathed at Lori's shoulder.
"Not until you've done my pussy a few more times," Lori breathed.
"You're going to be the Godfather to my little baby, you know." Her voice
was sensual.
"Or the father," Dick said.
"Bob fucked me first," Lori said. "If after that God wills that your
semen should be that which actually impregnates me, so be it."
"Mmm, I love it when you talk religion," Dick said. He caressed Lori's
shoulders.
"It is the woman's duty to obey the man," Lori cooed, knowing her
words delighted Dick, much as she might disagree with them. In response
she felt Dick's penis bump her bottom as he spread his legs about her
waist. A moment later he was straddling her ass, with his cockhead
wiggling against the crevice of her bottom. Lori leaned forward to flick a
strand of hair from Willette's face and felt her butt cheeks spread. Dick's
cockhead opportunistically buried itself between her cheeks. When Lori
sat up again she was host to a delectable knob that pressed right against
her anus.
"I heard a woman once had a baby come out her rectum," Dick
breathed to Lori.
"Oh, don't be silly!" Lori laughed.
"It's true," Dick said. "That's how Hatam was born."
"Sure," Lori said. "I'll bet you don't know a thing about Hatam. Not
one thing!" Dick cupped Lori's breasts from behind. Lori put her hands
around Willette's torso and cupped her breasts in turn.
Willette felt tired. She wanted to sleep. Yet here she was, once
more involved in an erotic tableau. Willette glanced in a mirror and saw
Lori lean back and rest her head on Dick's shoulder.
Bob came forward. He sat on the bed facing Willette. "Don't tell me
you want to join in too?" Willette asked Bob.
"Mmmm, most assuredly I do, especially when my wife is making
free with your fiancee," Bob said. Lori must have overheard and approved
for she lifted Willette's breasts in offering to Bob. The man happily bent
forward and began suckling. Willette tossed her head back. She lifted a
hand and let it fall upon Bob's head. She meant to push him away from her
breasts but found herself stroking his hair instead. Her eyes caught sight
of the moon once more. Watermelon moon, but not split in half like before.
Now it was big and fat and heavy and ripe. Within it lay the new moon that
would take its place.
"How long must we stay here?" Willette asked Lori the next morning.
The two women were bathing privately, at Lori's suggestion. The men
were out cutting wood.
Lori sat facing Willette, her fingers stroking the insides of the girl's
thighs. Each of them sat before the other with legs straddling the hips of
the other. Through patches in the bubbles on the surface of the water Lori
could catch glimpses of Willette's lovely little pussy.
Willette felt Lori's fingers draw near to her secret spot. Her own
hands were sliding up Lori's inner thighs; though not, she thought, with the
same air of anticipation which Lori possessed. Was Lori a lesbian?
Willette considered this a moment as Lori's fingers found her oyster. Her
pink oyster. Her oyster that might birth a child before the year was out.
Willette trembled.
"I would say we should just stay here until our money runs out," Lori
said. "I'm sure you've already been reported as missing, and Dick's
employer knows he had to run for his life. I'm just a housewife, and
although Bob and I were kidnapped without warning I'm sure he can repair
any damage that's done when he gets back to his department." Lightly Lori
stroked Willette's labia lips beneath the water.
Willette touched Lori's pussy. She felt uneasy doing this, yet a
special thrill. She had never been this intimate with another female's
body. Cautiously she began returning Lori's favor to her own pussy with
her fingers. "Mmm, good," Lori said, restraining a shiver. "Make yourself
ready for the men when they return. They will be lusty, their cocks
straining for reward after their labor in the woods." Lori's words excited
Willette. She trembled anew.
"Do you think New World Order will eventually drop our trail?"
Willette asked, trying to change her thoughts to a more sober subject.
"Oh, I'm sure of it," Lori said, smiling.
Dick appeared in the doorway. He was naked save for a pair of pants
tied about his waist. His entire body was coated with sweat. In his hand
he held a freshly stripped birch. "Relaxing while we men work, eh?" Dick
asked. He strode forward to the tub. He lifted his makeshift rod and began
beating the two girls in the tub around the shoulders and back. Willette
and Lori squealed in protest and lifted their arms, trying to ward off the
blows.
Dick threw aside the birch. He stepped into the tub behind Lori,
making water splash onto the floor in great quantities. Dick knelt down
behind Lori and thrust his pants to his knees. Lori leaned forward against
Willette, trying at least nominally to escape Dick's fierce ardor. A
moment later Lori felt Dick's penis jabbing at her anus.
"Dick! Not there!" Lori cried. Dick pushed with his hips, oblivious to
Lori's imprecations. All at once Bob appeared in the door, and he too held a
switch. He walked over to where Willette sat and grasped the hair of the
cringing girl. He yanked her bottom from the tub, causing her to stand,
Willette moving just fast enough in response to keep her hair from being
pulled too hard. With swift strokes Bob whipped Willette's front with his
birch. Willette watched in horror as red lines suddenly appeared on her
breasts and tummy, each bringing a squeal of pain from her.
Dick, meanwhile, had buried his cockhead inside Lori's anus. The
woman still begged him not to proceed. "I'm not oiled back there, Dickie,
and neither are you!" Lori cried. Just then Bob cast aside his birch and
pulled Willette completely from the tub. Her feet landed on the tiled floor
and her eyes met Bob's in a fearful gaze. Deep down she loved his sudden
roughness. Bob embraced her in a kiss.
Dick, meanwhile, now saw an opportunity to get what he wanted
from Lori without tearing apart her rectum in the process. He forced Lori
forward, making her take hold of the far end of the tub. He raised Lori's
bottom above the water. Dick seized a bar of soap and began lathering the
shaft of his penis. "This stuff may not be the best in the world, but it'll
get the job done," Dick said. Lori watched wide-eyed as Dick lathered up
his own cock, the part, that is, that was not already rooted in her.
"Please, Dickie, do all of you," Lori begged. Finally, the rest of his
cock soaped, Dick pulled out his head from her anus and quickly soaped
that too. Then he stuffed himself back inside Lori. With long,
uncompromising strokes Dick shoved himself up Lori's rectum until his
stomach butted up against her bottom. Lori moaned with anxiety and
pleasure as he worked. Dick let a hand slip to Lori's clitoris to rub her
there as he found himself fully embedded inside her. Then he began a
series of thrusting motions, each designed to send thrills of pleasure to
his balls.
Bob, meanwhile, had sat Willette down on the floor. No towel
protected her bottom from the chill of the tiles this time. Bob licked the
red stripes he had placed on Willette's chest. The blonde let tears run
down her face, then flung her head back as she quivered under Bob's
attention. Finally Bob mounted her. He got on his knees and spread her
labia wide. Willette found herself placing a hand on Bob's rod, to guide it
to her treasure. A moment later and he was within her. Willette
screamed her passion as Bob took her in swift, sure strokes.
The bathroom, once said to have been host only to an old bachelor,
now reverberated with the cries and grunts of pleasure of the two young
couples. The shouts of each urged on the other, as if each wished to outdo
the other in pleasure. Willette heard Lori scream and felt a thrill of
pleasure course through her. Instinctively, involuntarily, she moaned
loudly in response. The men grunted as they worked like soldiers. This
was the ultimate invasion. Instead of getting one's balls blown off one
got them merely blown instead. Rather than bodies spewing forth blood,
only semen would spurt out.
After a series of crises, each staved off by only a hairs breadth,
each eliciting a searing orgasm from the woman beneath him, Dick and Bob
came. It was a flood of sperm, an entire night's worth saved up just for
this moment. Willette and Lori shivered as their guts were flooded. Once
more they were receptacles of the men's need.
Just as Bob was jetting out the last emissions of his seed Willette
looked up and thought herself in a dream. Standing in the doorway to the
bathroom was a beautiful young man, no more than 18. His hair was a
wavy blonde, his eyes sparkled blue, and beneath a cut-off T-shirt his
flat, hard stomach shone with a film of perspiration. Below that was the
most succulent sight of all, a pair of pants tied about his waist by a
string, with a prominent erection in his crotch. The pants were of a loose
flannel, much like gran'pa's, and from the size of the boy's erection it was
obvious he had forgone undershorts. In his hand was the palm of a young
lass who stood beside him, as lovely as he.
Bob and Dick nearly jumped up when they spotted the intruders.
Were it not for the delicate young thing holding the boy's hand, it seemed
likely the two men would have tackled him. (Whether out of fear that he
might be a denizen of New World Order or simply out of male jealousy was
never made clear.) Willette watched as Bob hoisted himself to his feet
and, still dripping semen, strode over to the boy. Bob, who was nearly 20
years the boy's senior, clasped his hand about the boy's erection.
"Hey! What're you doin'?!" the boy gasped, in a thick country accent.
His girlfriend shrank back from Bob, but kept her hand in the boy's in some
obvious hope for protection.
"Tell me what you're doing and then I'll let you go," Bob said evenly.
"We, uh, we come here now and then...for, you know, uhÑ"
"Ah yes," Bob said. His hand seemed to linger on the boy's cloaked
rod for a moment, savoring it, and then he released the member. "You're
just in time, if that's what you're here for." Without further ado Bob put
his hand to the hem of the girl's skirt. She stepped back but that did not
prevent Bob from lifting the front of the garment. Willette caught sight
of the girl's pubic curls. "No underwear. Just as I might have suspected,"
Bob sighed. He let go of the girl's skirt and regarded the couple. "Well,
you both look ready for love's labors. No diseases? I can assure you that
we have none."
The boy gulped and looked almost afraid, but his penis betrayed his
real feelings. His eyes darted from Bob to Willette, then on to Lori. Both
women smiled invitingly at him. Willette's legs were still spread, a
pudding of semen at their juncture. Lori knelt in the tub, Dick's penis
withdrawn now but her bottom still poised, semen welling up from it,
seemingly inviting an additional fuck.
"You've done it before, hmmm?" Bob asked of the boy and girl. "What
are your names?" He knew if he could get their names he could get their
genitals too.
"IÑI'm Steve, and this here is Cindy," the boy stammered. "We done
it, sure...even in that thar tub. We didn't know this here place belonged to
you all."
"Well, it does, but you're welcome any time, even with a cock like
that, though I dare say the ladies will find it more appealing than I do,"
Bob said. He gazed meaningfully at Steve's rod.
Steve shifted his feet and seemed eager to cover his protuberance in
his pants with his hand, but perhaps thought the gesture unmanly. "Do our
females appeal to you?" Bob asked Steve.
"Why, uh, yessir," Steve said. "'Course, uh, my gal's purty too." Steve
glanced shyly at his girlfriend, who seemed to have taken almost as much
interest in the naked men before her as Steve had in the naked women.
"Your girlfriend is very pretty," Bob said. "But you've fucked her
before, haven't you?"
"Uh, yessir," Steve replied. He glanced sheepishly down at his toes.
His girlfriend began to blush.
"You haven't ever even seen my girls before, let alone screwed them,
have you?" Bob asked.
"No sir!" Steve answered, looking up.
Bob took Steve's girlfriend by the arm and drew her close to his
naked body. Cindy seemed too stunned by events to protest. Or perhaps
she found herself a willing victim, not uneager to be held by the older man.
"I don't mean to scare you," Bob said. His penis was rising even as he
spoke. "But here we like to trade partners. That girl you saw me
fucking?" Willette smiled at Steve. "She's the other guy's fiancee.
'Course, he fucks her too, but we trade a lot. He's fucking my wife."
"You mean?" Steve gazed at the tableau before him. Bob, as if
sensing victory, pulled Cindy against his chest. The hem of her dress
brushed his juiced crotch.
"That's right," Bob said. "We have two fine females here that are
already spermed and ready for you. I suggest you fuck them while me and
Dick work on your girl. Then, if you've anything left after fucking our
women, you're welcome of course, to screw your girl too. That is what
you came here for, isn't it?" Steve looked at Cindy. Bob lifted a hand and
began massaging Cindy's breast through her blouse. It stuck straight out,
just like Willette's. Just like Bob liked them.
"Gawrsh, you mean I can just fuck your women, no problem?" Steve
asked. His hands were at the drawstring of his pants now. One pull and
Willette would see his rod, pulsing in its nakedness. She hoped he took her
first.
"Of course, and your girlfriend too, of course," Bob said. He hugged
Cindy to him and she glanced up at him. A wisp of a smile came to her
face.
Steve pulled at his drawstring and his pants came loose. He held
them up for a final moment and, almost as an afterthought, addressed his
girlfriend. "Cindy, we ain't never done nothin' like this before...this here
might be our only chance..." Cindy let a hand drop to Bob's loins. A finger
of hers curled one of Bob's pubic hairs around her chiseled nail.
"I don't mind," Cindy whispered. Then she blushed fiercely. Her
accent was in the manner of a cute Southern drawl. In a reflection off a
glassed-in cabinet Willette thought she saw Bob's penis grow even larger.
Steve shucked off his pants and hurried over to Willette. Feeling
like a tart, Willette welcomed the boy with open arms. She stroked his
body as he entered her. A moment later Willette gasped as he thrust
straight up her. Any thought of gentleness was overcome by his youthful
enthusiasm. Willette was glad that Bob had prepared her beforehand by
filling her with gooey semen. As Steve began a series of rapid thrusts
Willette lifted her legs and wrapped them about his seat. She wanted to
make sure he rode her to fulfillment. Neither a change of heart on his part
or the lust of any other female in the room would take him from her now.
Bob regarded Cindy as a tutor might a pupil. His hands touched the
top of her blouse and he flicked open its uppermost button. Neither of the
blouse's top two buttons had been closed, so the first button to be undone
revealed the upper curves of Cindy's bosom. "My dear, you are a most
intelligent young lady," Bob announced. "I would not have thought such
sophistication with regard to these matters to be present in a young lady
so far from the city." Cindy smiled at this, obviously flattered by Bob's
balderdash. This line succeeded in securing the release of the remaining
buttons of her blouse. Underneath she wore no bra.
Bob pulled Cindy's blouse free of her skirt and let its two halves fall
open. Her delicious breasts jutted forth like oversized apples, ripe and
firm. Indeed they would have made big apples, their size being equal to
that of a small head of lettuce. In all respects they were almost identical
to Willette's breasts with, of course, a different face atop them to coo
and moan at Bob's touch. Bob cupped the twin mammary glands and
squeezed them gently. "My, you country girls do grow nice ones out here.
So fresh and plump, just like your produce!" Bob said.
"They just grew out this year, sir," Cindy said. "Last year I was
a'fearin' God might've skipped me." Cindy seemed to regard Bob's hands as
some kind of benediction, as if he were a doctor pronouncing on her
fertility.
Dick hopped from the bathtub and walked past Willette, who was
writhing on the floor under Steve. Willette caught sight of him striding
by, his penis fully erect despite its recent encounter with Lori's bottom.
Obviously Dick wanted not to be left out of this charming country girl's
exploration of her own body. He sidled up to the girl and put a hand in the
small of her back. The girl received him as if he were there to render a
second opinion.
"My, you certainly are beautiful," Dick said. He managed to displace
one of Bob's hands and cup a breast himself. But when Dick's hand began to
slide down over Cindy's bottom she reached back and caught it, arresting
its progress. Dick thought she wanted him to massage her rear there and
then, but when he began to do so she lifted his palm from her buttocks.
"My daddy would never let me do it with you'all," Cindy drawled. Her
finger still traced circles amidst the pubic hairs of Bob's crotch. "I
already get in enuf trouble just hanging out with Steven." The girl seemed
to pull back from her naked male suitors. "But I don't mind teasin,'" she
added, as if to placate Bob and Dick's sudden looks of angry frustration.
"God Dammit!" Bob cried. He grabbed Cindy by her shoulders and
pulled her close. She looked startled.
Dick thrust his arm between Cindy and Bob. "Not so fast, Bob," Dick
said. "You're not thinking of raping her, are you?" Bob's grip relaxed on
the girl. Willette ran her fingers through Steve's hair. The boy was
oblivious to his girlfriend's plight.
"Now see here," Bob pleaded with Cindy. The girl seemed to enjoy his
new state of unease. She let a finger trace lines amidst the matted hair
of his chest. A smug smile lifted the corners of her lips.
"I like you," Cindy said. "But I never do it on the first meetin'."
"Now look," Bob said. "A deal's a deal. We traded you with your
boyfriend."
"Still the first meetin'." Cindy said. Dick pushed Bob back from
Cindy.
"Leave the girl be, Bob," Dick said. "I don't believe in forcing a
woman." Cindy brightened visibly at Dick's reference to her as a woman.
"I have to go," Cindy said demurely. She disentangled herself from
Bob's loosened grasp. Her eyes turned warmly to Dick. "You're a nice man,"
Cindy said to Dick in her thick drawl. "I shouldn't have come here anyway,
and now I must be going. I'll be missed at Sunday school."
"Sunday school?" Bob choked. The female was alluring him with her
girlish manner even as she denied him. "Is it Sunday?"
"Yes, it's the Lord's day, a day of rest," Cindy said. "Though boys will
be boys." She glanced past Dick and Bob at Steve, who was just grunting
with orgasm upon Willette. With that Cindy smiled at both Bob and,
especially, Dick and twirled about on her heels. With a flouncing of her
frilled skirt she sashayed from the bathroom. As she cleared the doorway
she realized her blouse was unbuttoned and she looked down. She
continued walking and at the same time began to restore her buttons to
their former, more modest positions. Dick and Bob could only gaze after
her, their cocks erect and aching.
All at once both Dick and Bob rushed forward. Each male came up on
either side of Cindy and the girl looked up, eyes wide, as if anticipating an
attack and feeling totally vulnerable to whatever the men had in mind. But
they only offered to escort her to the door, reigning in whatever wickeder
designs they might have had on her. Cindy seemed pleased to be
accompanied to the front door by the two handsome studs. Each man's
penis pronged forth, praying for the privilege of spouting an offering to
her. Dick gallantly opened the front door. A mischievous gleam came to
Cindy's eyes and she tapped each man's penis on top of his cockhead. Then,
silently, she sashayed out into the open air. The men stared after her as
she headed down the daisy-covered field, suddenly wanting her more than
any woman they had ever met.
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