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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
DESIRE ISLE
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Chapter Fifteen
In a bedroom Melanie was lain upon a bed with utmost tenderness,
but with an unflinching firmness of purpose as well. Melanie's long,
pretty legs dangled over the side of the bed, bowing slightly at the knees
and touching the floor by their toes. The woman knelt between her legs.
She slipped the spaghetti straps of her nightie from her shoulders, baring
a magnificent set of bosoms. She slipped her hands beneath Melanie's long
milky thighs, right where they joined her torso. Her fingers curled around
and clasped the insides of Melanie's thighs, drawing them even farther
apart than they already were. With whispering tongue she delved into
Melanie's most private sanctuary.
"Wait," Melanie said, or perhaps "What." "What's your name?"
Through bleary eyes Melanie lifted her pretty head from the bed and
regarded the woman. The cool, silken sheets burned into her hot derriere.
Surely this woman would not, please not, lick her and make her tender
bottom rub against the sheets!
The woman's husband was at Melanie's side, slumped on the bed right
next to her. His penis throbbed with naked abandon near her hip. He would
be next, and however much the woman's tongue made Melanie's sore bottom
hurt by rubbing against the sheets, his fucking of her would do it tenfold.
"Winona," the woman smiled at Melanie, then proceeded with her
licking. Melanie squirmed, flames engulfing her derriere.
"Winona," Melanie gasped, and dropped her head in exhaustion back
upon the bed. "Winona." Even as she shaped the name with her mouth she
knew it must probably be a made-up one.
"She can't take it," the man said to Winona. The woman lifted her
head from Melanie's snatch.
"Oh! You're right! Her bottom. How thoughtless of me," Winona said.
Melanie was rolled over by the couple. "I should like to lick her, to soothe
her with my tongue, but that will no doubt hurt too," Winona said aloud to
herself. Her husband nodded. "Push her back some, dear, get her a bit more
off the bed," Winona instructed her husband. He obliged. Melanie felt as if
she were being put off the bed. She was moved back upon it until her hips
were completely off it. The husband put a firm hand to her back to keep
her from falling off. Then Winona went to work again, kneeling way down
on the floor and getting up under Melanie's airborne hips. Melanie felt the
woman's fingers come to her thighs to part them more fully. Then her
tongue began its happy labor once more, parting Melanie's pretty lips with
an ease only a whipping could have induced. Melanie's bottom wriggled
madly as Winona's invasive tongue worked deep within her. The air
seemed to provide cooling draughts to her heinie as it wiggled about in it.
Melanie found herself relishing the tongue. It caused her bottom to squirm
madly in a way it never would have in her otherwise utterly exhausted
state. And each wriggle passed it about in the cool air, soothing it.
The husband stroked Melanie's hair lovingly. She lifted her face
slightly. He pressed it back down, beseeching her to relax and speak
however she wished without incurring the extra effort. Melanie turned her
head on its side and let it sink fully into the smooth, soft sheets. "I-I
have to go to the bathroom," Melanie said in a small voice.
"Just go," Winona's husband replied. "She loves it when girls pee on
her." Melanie felt shocked! Pee on Winona? Yet it had a mischievous ring
to it to, of well deserved retribution, something Kimberly might do. "Do
you need to go poop too?" Winona's husband asked. Melanie shook her head
no, moving it just enough to communicate her answer. The man leaned
over her, drew something from the nightstand. A pouring sound was heard,
and then a spoonful of medicine came to Melanie's mouth. No longer
resistant to anything that might be done to her, Melanie simply opened her
mouth and accepted the fluid. It was bitter. After making a face, though,
she dutifully swallowed it. Perhaps it would help with the burning in her
bottom.
As he poured a second spoonful the man said, "Castor oil. To make
you poop on my wife." It was then that Melanie knew that her world had
changed immeasurably since that first ski vacation a year ago. She prayed
that it would continue to change, bit by bit, experience by experience.
And, somehow, she knew that it would. In her mind's eye she saw herself,
bizzarely, at an altar in a wedding dress with no bottom to it, leaving her
free to moon the entire congregation throughout the ceremony. And, to top
things off, she had been fed castor oil before the service started, just so
the congregation could see her bottom squirm throughout the wedding,
trying desperately to stave off a flood of diarrhea. Beside her stood Fred,
his buttocks twitching with just as much desperation. Before them a
minister spoke solemn words. Their marriage, and, unusual as it seemed,
Melanie had a feeling it would one day come true.
As she speculated on what Kimberly must wear as her flower girl
she began to move her hips more. Holding her shoulders, Winona's husband
presented his penis to her. Melanie sucked upon it as she felt the first
rumblings in her bowels. In a few days she'd be back in college, in boring
classes, but for now, she was actually going to enjoy herself. And she
was going to do it for the next 20 seconds by emptying her bladder!
THE END
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