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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
THE FRUITS OF DESIRE
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Chapter Eleven
As Patrick watched the young man approach he remarked to himself
how similar he looked to himself. He had a powerful build, as Patrick did,
and was approximately the same height. Even his crotch bulged with the
promise Patrick now felt, with little KelliÕs wet body pressed against
him.
ÒMyself minus 20 years,Ó Patrick thought to himself. As he watched
the young man walk up to him he felt a surge of appreciation for him, even
as he feared him.
ÒHi,Ó Mark said, coming up. He assumed the pose men always do,
when meeting, in such circumstances. It was a cross between modest
friendliness and a willingness to break into battle at the drop of a hat.
ÒHi,Ó Patrick replied, uneasily, while still admiring the young manÕs
physique.
ÒLittle Kelli seems to have found a new friend,Ó Mark said, glancing
down at the girl. He felt confused at the fact that she was hugging the
man. CouldnÕt the girl have a conversation with this grandfather without
embracing the man?
ÒHeÕs my new boyfriend!Ó Kelli piped up.
ÒYour what?Ó Mark asked.
ÒThis is not my idea,Ó Patrick assured the young man. Then, hastily,
he added, ÒAre you her father?Ó
Mark paused. He seemed not to know what to say. Finally he said,
ÒNo. IÕm just a friend.Ó
ÒThis is my new fwiend!Ó Kelli said, pressing her cheek to PatrickÕs
ribs, mangling slightly the word ÒfriendÓ as she spoke it. Then she put her
lips to JohnÕs sternum. She kissed him. John felt as if her small kiss
drove the air right out of his lungs.
ÒItÕs... a pleasant evening tonight, isnÕt it?Ó Mark asked. He was still
perplexed by KelliÕs behavior and didnÕt know what to say. Perhaps if he
were the girlÕs father he could have just snapped at her, and ordered her
away, but he was not, and, suddenly, he felt as if his relationship with her
were passing, as if it were something she had discarded.
As for Kelli, she was quite happy to have two men suddenly at her
disposal, after spending a whole week watching Mark pay attention to her
aunt. She kissed PatrickÕs chest again, where the ribs met. She heard the
man respond breathlessly, as if her small childÕs body had some
supernatural power over this older male.
ÒHeÕs a dentist!Ó Kelli said to Mark.
ÒEr, not a dentist. A sadist,Ó Patrick said. He watched MarkÕs face.
The young man was so beautiful! Patrick looked again at his crotch. Had
he ever seen such a bulging packet as that?
ÒA sadist?Ó Mark asked. Patrick steeled himself for a sudden
outbreak of violence. There was no telling what could happen now. He was
confessing to this young man that he was, in effect, a pervert, even as his
little daughter hugged his waist!
ÒWell, not his daughter,Ó Patrick reminded himself, under his breath.
Suddenly and impulsively he patted KelliÕs head. Her blonde head was so
round and perfect! By God, if this girl wasnÕt this young manÕs daughter,
then perhaps he would claim her as his own.
ÒI-- I have some familiarity with sadism,Ó Mark replied.
ÒHe took me to a Bottom Party,Ó Kelli said, looking up at Patrick.
Patrick felt a sudden surge of confidence. The young father (or
whatever he was!) hadnÕt punched him. The girl was still hugging him.
Could it be possible that, by coming to the park to look for (yet another)
young woman, he had instead found a willing little girl, and her young
father?
ÒNo, not her father,Ó Patrick reminded himself, silently. Then,
patting Kelli again on the head, he asked the girl, ÒWhat was the Bottom
Party like? Did you enjoy it?Ó
ÒIt hoit,Ó Kelli sighed, but did not seem overly dismayed by her
confession, and rubbed her cheek against PatrickÕs ribs. The older man
looked at Mark. He lifted his chin, feeling a sadistÕs sense of command
wash over him. He had these people in his power! The girl adored him, for
whatever reason, and the young man was compliant. And gorgeous.
ÒItÕs true,Ó Mark said. He was as confused as ever but he didnÕt know
what else to say to this older man, here in the cool of the evening in the
water park, except to tell him the truth. ÒBut I couldnÕt fit,Ó Mark
confessed.
The screams of the toddlers could be heard in the baby pool as they
went up and down the childrenÕs water slide. They were confident now, no
longer scared, thanks to KelliÕs instruction, given to them earlier. Their
mothers beamed, happy at their childrenÕs confidence.
Patrick stroked his chin. ÒYou mean your penis could not fit into her
bottom?Ó Patrick asked Mark. Both men looked at MarkÕs crotch.
ÒYeah,Ó Mark said.
ÒWell itÕs perfectly obvious why thatÕs the case,Ó Patrick said.
ÒIt is?Ó Mark asked.
ÒYou are too big for her,Ó Patrick said. He patted KelliÕs head,
possessively. ÒHowever with proper training, a girl could be stretched to
the point of being able to take you. It would require a week, perhaps. But
with sufficient effort, and guidance, it could be done.Ó
ÒThatÕs nice,Ó Mark said. He felt his words sounded incredibly banal
for such a dire subject.
Patrick looked down at the small young teen, with the grapefruit-
sized breasts. ÒIÕm quite wealthy,Ó Patrick said, in an offhand way. He
didnÕt want to make the other man jealous. ÒI have built a camp that I call
The Reservation. I have three girls there. They would be happy to pamper
a young man such as yourself.Ó Patrick smiled. ÒYou have an excellent
physique, and the girls would enjoy the challenge of your penis. You would
be given every luxury but, of course, there is a cost. You must allow your
body to be tortured on the forth day.Ó
ÒOh,Ó Mark said. He gulped. His cock, already large in his
swimtrunks, seemed to stiffen. ÒTortured? In what way?Ó
ÒWhipped, flogged, whatever the girls wish to do to you,Ó Patrick
said. ÒBut only after they have spent three days pampering your beautiful
body.Ó
Mark gulped again. Suddenly Amanda walked up, holding a lemon ice
cola in her hand. She sipped it. Nonchalantly, but with a look of interest
and concern on her face, she said, ÒHi, guys. WhatÕs happening?Ó She
gazed first at Mark, then at Patrick, then finally at little Kelli, who still
was embracing the grey-haired man.
ÒHeÕs a dentist,Ó Kelli said.
ÒEr, not a dentist. A sadist,Ó Patrick corrected.
The young woman with the lemon ice cola lifted her eyebrows.
Patrick expected anything: interest, anger... you could not tell what a
personÕs reaction would be in contemporary America, torn as it was
between the world views of feminism, religious fundamentalism, and
sensualism, with a heavy overlay of old-fashioned bourgeoise values.
ÒWe... went to a Bottom Party,Ó Amanda said, seeming slightly
uncertain as to how to respond to the manÕs self-definition.
ÒYes. So IÕve heard,Ó Patrick answered. He peered more closely at
Amanda. God, if this girl was the mother of the girl who was embracing
him, she must have been fucked in preschool! He had never known girls
that young to conceive... could they? ÒAre you her mother?Ó Patrick
finally asked, after an awkward silence.
ÒNo. Do I look that old?Ó Amanda replied.
ÒNo,Ó Patrick assured her. ÒYou must be her older sister, then.Ó
ÒSheÕs my aunt!Ó Kelli piped up. ÒHI, auntie,Ó Kelli said to the older
teen.
ÒHi Kelli.Ó
ÒThis is my new boyfriend, auntie,Ó Kelli said, in a voice close to
insistence.
ÒDonÕt you think heÕs a little old for you?Ó Amanda asked. A smirk
played on her lips.
ÒNope,Ó Kelli said, confidently.
ÒWell, a dentist for a boyfriend,Ó Amanda said. The way she said the
word ÒdentistÓ Patrick knew what she really meant: ÒsadistÓ, but saying
ÒdentistÓ to induce guilt in Patrick. Shame on him for liking a girl who
was so little she didnÕt even know the difference between a dentist and a
sadist!
ÒHe... says he could be of assistance in helping me... you know,Ó Mark
said to Amanda. His words were uncertain, anxious, and his posture that
of someone torn between speaking and not speaking.
ÒWhat?Ó Amanda looked at Mark over the rim of her cola drink as
she sipped again from its short, fashionably narrow straw.
ÒI can be of assistance in regards to your little nieceÕs bottom,Ó
Patrick said.
ÒMy. How quickly we confess the intimate details of our lives these
days,Ó Amanda replied.
Patrick, finding permission in AmandaÕs gaze, explained his wealth,
and The Reservation. The young woman seemed torn. It was obvious that
PatrickÕs words aroused her. At the same time they frightened her and,
when she looked at her niece, she seemed even more frightened. But Kelli
insisted she wanted to go. She refused to quit hugging the older man with
the strange tale of a Reservation where people experienced both the
greatest pleasures and the most intimate, and challenging, of pains.
Finally Mark cast the swing vote. His cock was growing increasingly
disturbed, and showing all too visibly in his swimsuit. It was drawing
appreciative stares from the mothers nearby. He felt embarrassed at his
inability to control his erection and so, in desperation, he said, ÒYes.
WeÕll go.Ó
Patrick realized this was not the usual situation, as with a harried
business woman, who would make an appointment, and see him in his
office, and have her bottom inspected prior to leaving for The Reservation.
These people, this young man with his fierce erection and this young
woman who had misgivings on account of her niece, and perhaps most of
all little Kelli, who might change her mind on a dime, needed to be
captured at once.
ÒWhat day should we see you?Ó Amanda asked Patrick. Her eyes
betrayed her real question: ÒHow can I get rid of you before I feel guilty
for liking you?Ó
ÒIf you do not have any other obligations, we shall proceed at once,Ó
Patrick said.
ÒOh, but--Ó Amanda said. Her gaze faltered. Her mind seemed to
wander. Patrick knew what it was doing. It was searching for anything,
ANYTHING to delay this older man who wished to take possession of her.
Patrick looked to Mark for confirmation. The young man was
embarrassing himself in the middle of this water park with such an
enlarged erection.
ÒYes,Ó Mark breathed. ÒYes. LetÕs go.Ó He reached down and
adjusted his swimsuit but it did no good, and the young mothers in the
baby pool were still staring.
Holding Kelli against him, Patrick offered his arm gallantly to her
aunt.
ÒShall we?Ó Patrick said. His question was rhetorical. His eyes
commanded a ÒyesÓ answer.
ÒAl- Alright,Ó Amanda said. Patrick reached for the young womanÕs
arm. He clasped his strong fingers about her wrist. He pulled on her arm
and with a wavering gaze she let him draw her toward the parkÕs exit.
Mark, his penis still bulging in his suit, followed. Kelli trotted along
beside Patrick. She held on to him at first, with her arms, until his longer
stride forced her to let go of him.
ÒAre we really going to your restroom?Ó Kelli asked Patrick. She
looked up at him with eager eyes. They were bright, innocent, like a puppy
dog following its master, having no idea where the master is going, but
delighted to come along.
ÒEr, not restroom. Reservation,Ó Patrick said.
ÒWe need a reservation?Ó Kelli asked.
ÒNo, itÕs called a reservation. Like an Indian Reservation,Ó Patrick
said.
ÒOh,Ó Kelli said. ÒI like Indians!Ó And then she put her hand to her
mouth and, very happily, she cried, ÒWOO! WOO! WOO! WOO!Ó
ÒKelli!Ó Amanda snapped.
ÒIÕm being an Indian, auntie!Ó Kelli answered. ÒCanÕt I be an Indian?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Amanda answered, looking quite confused and unsure of
herself. She was clutching her lemon ice cola, and she was letting a man
drag her along, to God knows where, and for what purpose? Pleasure?
Sadism? Dentistry? No, not dentistry, she told herself. Then she
remembered that sheÕd left her purse lying on the other side of the baby
pool.
ÒOh! My purse!Ó Amanda said.
ÒHmmm?Ó Patrick asked.
ÒI must get my purse,Ó Amanda breathed.
ÒAh. Of course. Forgive me,Ó Patrick said. He looked at Mark. With
a commanding gaze he said to the young man, ÒGo fetch her purse.Ó
ÒOh. Yeah,Ó Mark said. He turned. He broke into a jog, which caused
his crotch to bounce up and down, stiffly, in his swimsuit, further
amusing the mothers. He arrived at the chair Amanda had been sitting in,
on the other side of the baby pool, and suddenly he realized how incredibly
stupid heÕd been. In his excitement, in his blushing embarrassment at his
inability to keep his cock under control, heÕd let the gray-haired man leave
the park with both Amanda and Kelli!
Mark grabbed AmandaÕs purse. He did not bother to pick up her towel,
or the towel he himself had been using. He made no attempt to go hunting
for KelliÕs Rugrats towel. God knows where the girl might have dropped
that. He dashed for the park exit. The man was no longer in sight, and
neither were Amanda or Kelli.
Outside, Mark found a limousine waiting by the curb. It was black.
ItÕs engine was idling. Mark walked up to it and peered through the glass
where the driver sat. He could not see into the passenger compartment.
Suddenly, a door alongside the passenger compartment opened.
Patrick leaned out.
ÒMark! Get in!Ó he called to the young man.
Mark breathed a sigh of relief. With his groin bouncing heavily in his
suit, he loped over to the open door. He slipped inside. In the lighted
compartment, Patrick smiled at him. Amanda, shyly, smiled also. Kelli
had found a cooler with soda in it. She was rummaging in it. She gave
Mark a childish grin.
Mark pulled the door of the limo shut. Immediately it locked, for the
driver, hearing the door close, pressed a button which locked all the doors.
Patrick patted MarkÕs thigh.
ÒWere you afraid IÕd leave without you?Ó Patrick smiled.
ÒYes,Ó Mark confessed.
ÒNot with a penis like that,Ó Patrick said. Boldly he gazed down at
MarkÕs crotch.
ÒOh, yeah,Ó Mark said. He gazed down at himself.
ÒThereÕs no need to restrict yourself any longer,Ó Patrick smiled.
ÒCan I?Ó Mark asked. He put his hands to his swimsuit.
ÒOf course,Ó Patrick said. He directed MarkÕs gaze to the black glass
surrounding their compartment. ÒThis is privacy glass,Ó Patrick said.
ÒHelp yourself.Ó
ÒThanks,Ó Mark sighed. He eased down his swimsuit. His cock
sprang up. It quivered in the air. It was even longer and more gorgeous
than Patrick had imagined. Kelli had meanwhile pulled a soda from the
cooler. It was a big 16 ounce cream soda. She opened it.
POP! the soda went, as Mark stared at his cock. It quavered with
rude insistence in the chilled, air-conditioned air of the limousine.
Outside it was sultry, the air oppressive, but in the limousine the air was
liberatingly cool, and now MarkÕs cock was free too. He couldnÕt help but
smile. His balls felt heavy between his legs, impossibly heavy, and he was
dying to empty them.
ÒIt is strange, is it not, how the genitalia is both part of oneÕs body,
and yet not a part of it too, isnÕt it?Ó Patrick asked Mark. Amanda,
blushing, turned to Kelli and asked the girl for a soda.
ÒHuh?Ó Mark meanwhile asked Patrick.
ÒYour penis,Ó Patrick said. ÒIt is hard despite your wishes, is it
not?Ó
ÒOf course,Ó Mark said.
ÒSo it is, then, somewhat beyond your control,Ó Patrick said. ÒLike a
big banana sticking out from your body. And your balls. Consider them
also. They are heavily dependent under you, making you feel like your eyes
are going to cross when they are really full. Am I right?Ó Patrick asked.
Amanda passed him a soda and he took it from her, still keeping his eyes
on MarkÕs penis. He pulled the tab and it popped open.
ÒYes. YouÕre right,Ó Mark said.
Patrick looked at Amanda. He gazed at her breasts, which were
heavy and beautiful, and he said, ÒYour bosoms. Do they always feel a part
of you?Ó
ÒHmmm?Ó Amanda asked. She opened her soda and put it to her lips.
Her breasts jiggled as she drank from the can.
ÒYour breasts. They are so large. Do they always feel like theyÕre
part of you, or somehow separate?Ó Patrick asked Amanda.
ÒUm, I know what you mean,Ó Amanda, spilling a little soda down her
chin, answered. ÒYou mean like when I was a girl, and had no breasts,
compared to now?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Patrick said.
ÒIt is... different,Ó Amanda agreed.
ÒIÕm just growing mine!Ó Kelli said. Proudly she stuck out her chest.
Patrick drank from his soda can. Then he said, ÒAt the reservation,
you will each be given clothing to wear. It will not be much, admittedly,
but you are to wear it at all times, unless you are asked to remove it. Now
I would like you, Amanda, and you also Kelli, to take off your bras. They
will not be needed at the reservation. One of the purposes of such a place
is to allow you to enjoy the freedom of your bodies. In the case of your
bosoms, it is a fact that for thousands of years women were able to
experience the sensuous enjoyment of the heaviness of their bosoms
wobbling freely on their chest. Indeed, it was often necessary to keep the
breasts free, in order to nurse oneÕs children. So I would like you both to
undo your bikini bras, and to let your tits jiggle freely as we ride along. It
is surely the least you can do, given what a fine display Mark is making,
with his most private part of his anatomy.Ó
Amanda and Kelli looked at MarkÕs penis. Then they exchanged
smiles. Together they reached behind themselves, and each girl undid her
own bra. Mark and Patrick gasped in appreciation as the girlsÕ bosoms
sprang from their bras. The twin pairs of flesh wobbled luxuriously. The
limo hit a bump and their bosoms jiggled even more. MarkÕs cock waggled
like a very long, very thick spinsterÕs finger. The four of them laughed.
ÒAnd how about you, sir?Ó Amanda asked Patrick. She looked at his
crotch. It was not unimpressive.
ÒThe master does not undress in front of his slaves,Ó Patrick said.
ÒOh! Is that what we are?Ó Amanda asked. She was still smiling,
yet surprised.
ÒIn a manner of speaking,Ó Patrick said. ÒBut I am a master
primarily to serve. You, all three of you, will now experience the most
exquisite pampering. Truly, it will astound you. Sit back and enjoy the
feeling of the cool air. Have as many sodas as you like. The caffeine will
give you energy for what lies ahead. For enjoyment can be as exhausting
as anything, can it not?Ó
ÒI suppose so,Ó Amanda said. She lifted her eyebrows. ÒWhat is it,
sir, that you propose to do with us? Afterward, after our three days of
pleasure?Ó
ÒAh,Ó Patrick said. He looked suddenly grave. ÒYour bodies will then
have to pay for the pleasures they have received. My reservation is
designed to cleanse the mind entirely of past worries, and former
anxieties. Bills, deadlines, commitments, all of these will be exhumed
from your mind, first by pleasure, and then by the pain which I will inflict
on you.Ó He looked at Mark. ÒOr, in your case, which my three girls will
inflict on you,Ó he told the young man.
Mark nodded. His cock was too hard and his balls were too full to
protest. As for Amanda, she sipped her soda again, considering PatrickÕs
words, and then she said, ÒOh, but I do not like pain.Ó
ÒMe neither,Ó Kelli said.
ÒI shall be judicious,Ó Patrick said. ÒAlways you must focus on the
benefits such a workout will bring. The purgative benefits. For the mind
and the soul.Ó
ÒHmmm. I need to work out,Ó Amanda said.
ÒExactly,Ó Patrick said. ÒActually you look fine but I know what you
mean. We all need to work out, so we can keep looking our best. But so
many people complain about it, do they not? About working out, I mean.
They put it off. They postpone it to another day. But with the aid of a
whip, and a dutiful master, a slave such as yourself will not miss any of
her workouts.Ó
ÒOhhhh!Ó Amanda said. She shivered.
ÒShall I have the driver turn down the air conditioning?Ó Patrick
asked.
ÒNo. IÕm not cold,Ó Amanda said. She sipped her soda.
ÒIÕm a little bit cold,Ó Kelli confessed.
ÒThen I shall have the air conditioning eased a bit,Ó Patrick said. He
spoke into an intercom built into the leather seat, to the driver, who
lessened the air conditioning.
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