Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 67    Monday    July 31, 1995  
alt.stories.erotic  alt.sex.stories

D R E A M G I R L S  S T O R I E S
watermelon moon
Part Ten
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Seven

         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.

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.

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