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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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WATERMELON MOON
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Chapter Eleven
"Cindy, you're back!" Steve cried when he and the men returned from
the bathroom. Cindy stood by Lori and Willette. Like the other girls, she
had traded her clothes for lingerie.
"Yes, Steven, I didn't want to leave you here alone too long with
these women...or, for that matter, as I hear, those men!" Cindy purred.
"They're fags, both of them!" Steven said. Naked as a jaybird, he
strode up to Cindy and embraced her. "Mmm, you smell nice." Steven was
complimenting his girlfriend when a slap came to his bottom. "Yeeow!"
Steven yelled. He turned about to face a frowning Lori.
"Say fags once more and I'm going to put you right over my knee and
spank your naughty bottom," Lori admonished Steve. The boy rubbed his
tush with both his hands and pouted.
"Yes! Spank him! Spank him very hard!" Cindy giggled.
"Fags, fags, fags!" Steven taunted, and ran from Lori. Straps and
stays flying, the three girls ran after him.
"Looks like we may as well go back to butt fucking," Dick said half-
heartedly to Bob.
"Well, if you insist!" Bob crowed, taking Dick's penis in his hand.
Dick put his hands to Bob's wrist and urged the man away.
"Just kidding," Dick said. Then he turned about and his eyes followed
the girls' bottoms. Two were naked, one was not. All three made his
mouth water. "Hey! Let's get this show on the road!" Dick cried after the
girls.
A moment later Steve came struggling back, his arms and torso held
by the girls. He seemed not to be fighting with all his strength, though
being grasped by three young athletic women was not the easiest thing to
break free from either. Lori planted her bottom on a stuffed chair and
Willette and Cindy put Steve over her knee. Steve kicked his legs and
begged to be let up. Lori spread her thighs and let Steve's stiff penis drop
between them. Then she clamped her thighs tight, trapping his cock.
Steve's turgid, swollen balls rubbed against the top of her right thigh.
"Just look at this hairy butt!" Lori cried in mock alarm. "Why, if you
had said fag one more time I'd take a tweezer to these hairs," Lori said to
Steve. "And to the hairs on your balls too." Steven shuddered.
"Gayboys," Steve muttered. Willette and Cindy both drew in their
breath sharply, as if shocked.
"Thinking up new dirty words, eh?" Lori asked Steve. "I'll hear no
more of that, young man!" She ceased caressing his buns and brought her
hand up and then down in a loud SMACK! Steve bellowed. Again Lori raised
her palm, and again. Soon Willette and Cindy joined in, and Steve found
himself receiving the spanking of his life! Using both their hands,
Willette and Cindy rained smacks upon his buns, while Lori, though using
only one hand, whacked him hardest of all.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Steve wailed as the whaling
continued. There was not a trace of disingenuity in his voice. Finally the
spanks ceased and Lori ordered Willette to sit right on top of Steve's
bottom.
"Oooh! It's warm!" Willette cooed as her bare bottom came into
contact with Steve's. The boy was still over Lori's knee. Lori toyed with
the pink ribbon that tied together Willette's playsuit in front, joining the
halves at her breasts. Cindy was ordered to the bathroom for soap.
Cindy returned with a brand new bar and a cup full of water. At
Lori's direction the girl dipped the bar into the cup several times and then
pried apart Steven's lips. A little pulling on the boy's hair at his testicles
assured that his mouth complied. A moment later and Steven was forcibly
sucking on the bar. His face twisted into a pained look. Cindy began
giggling and couldn't stop.
The punishment finally at an end, Willette reluctantly leapt from
Steven's bottom. Lori pushed the boy from her knees and he rose. Suddenly
he seized his cock with both his hands and walked straight up to Lori.
Aroused by being held between the woman's thighs, he could contain
himself no longer. He straddled the woman's thighs and thrust his penis at
her bosom. Before Lori could react Steven shot a load of semen right onto
her breasts, first in the valley between them and then, wiggling his penis
with his hands, splattering both fleshy cones. Steve let out a war whoop
as he came. Lori could only watch in shock. Now it was her turn to be the
victim.
Steven stepped back a moment later and, after glancing in
admiration at his handiwork, ran to the kitchen to rinse out his mouth.
Willette and Cindy gazed at Lori. Her new bustier was ruined, sprayed by
semen all across the bust. Big globs of semen, not content to stain her
chest, began rolling down her front.
"That damn boy!" Lori swore. Before she could move Willette and
Cindy leaned forward. Both girls, still standing, their bottoms poised
prettily, began licking the semen off Lori's bust. Surprised, Lori lifted her
hands to push the girls away. Instead she found herself patting their
heads and urging them on.
Dick and Bob both felt the urge simultaneously to fondle Willette and
Lori's bottoms. They rose and, cocks waggling, walked over to the girls.
Both seemed eager for Cindy, but Bob got to her first. Dick contented
himself with Willette's ass, and as he touched her he felt his love for her
renewed. This was his girl, carrying his child. Surely by now she must be
pregnant, and when winter's winds howled she would be too big to slip
into a fur trimmed bikini. Even as Dick edged aside the thong that ran
down the crevice between Willette's nether cheeks he thought of his dead
wife. What she wore their first Christmas together, a little bikini, as if
going to the beach on Christmas eve. The bikini had not remained on for
long.
Dick tickled Willette's anus with his fingertip. Her virgin anus,
which she had so lovingly surrendered to him. Willette giggled,
interrupted momentarily in her laving of Lori's bosom. Dick pressed his
finger against her nether opening. He slipped inside to the first knuckle.
Willette shivered and gave her bottom a sexy wiggle.
Bob too seemed to be exploring the charms of Cindy's shit hole. He
had pushed aside her abbreviated tap pants and was toying with the idea of
finger fucking her ass. Cindy looked back over her shoulder, confused at
what apparently was to her a new way of making love. Willette saw
Cindy's head turned back and lifted a hand to Cindy's face. She turned
Cindy's face gently back to Lori's bosom.
Before long Lori's front was quite clean. Quite moist too, but that
seemed not to matter. Willette and Cindy, having had their rectums quite
thoroughly explored by spelunking fingers, asked to be let up. Reluctantly
Dick and Bob stepped back.
"Now it's time for our cat fight," Lori said to Willette, rising from
the stuffed chair. "Cindy, you will referee. And you will challenge the
winner, after the winner gets her reward. Then if you win you can have a
reward too, O.K.?"
"Okay," Cindy said softly, docilely.
"We get a reward every time," Steve said aloud of himself and the
men. He was sitting in a padded chair now, his legs spread wide and bent
at the knees, his hands holding his feet, which were poised in mid-air.
Between his thighs his balls hung low. His penis was already stiffening
again.
Lori took Willette by the hand. "Let us kiss the men's penises before
we begin. We are the gladiators, they the emperors." With this odd bit of
whimsy Lori led Willette over to Bob and each of them kissed the crown of
his cock. Then Dick's, then Steven's. "No masturbating now," Lori warned
Steven. The boy gulped and promised to behave.
Lori drew Willette to the center of the living room and then cast her
back. An animal look came to Lori's face. Willette, seeing that the
moment of combat was near, attempted to muster a grim face that
matched Lori's. A red lace bustier with matching bikini and stockings
adorned Lori. Willette wore a lacy white playsuit trimmed with pink
ribbons. Cindy, in an animal print camisole and tap pants, dropped a
whistle on a string over her neck.
Looking as official as possible, Cindy sounded off the rules. Lori and
Willette both nodded. That Lori nodded must have been entirely for the
sake of decorum, for it was Lori herself who had made the rules up. The
blonde and brunette circled slowly, while Cindy, with her flame tinged
hair, drew the whistle to her lips. A moment later she blew forth a loud
TWEET!
Lori closed on Willette before the blonde even realized the event had
begun. Lori grasped Willette by the shoulders and attempted to force her
to the floor. Willette felt a foot snaking back around her ankle. She lifted
her knee and struck Lori in the crotch.
"Mmm, playing dirty, eh?" Lori snarled. Willette felt herself losing
balance. She teetered backward, and grabbed onto the garters that held up
Lori's stockings. The garters snapped and Lori's stockings drooped.
Willette felt herself fall onto her back. The thick pile carpeting cushioned
her fall.
Lori scrambled atop Willette and attempted to hold her down. Cindy
contemplated beginning the victory count. Willette squirmed partly out
from underneath Lori and pulled down the back of Lori's panties. She gave
Lori's bottom as hard a smack as she possibly could with her hand.
Lori yelped and gave up, for the moment, trying to go for the count.
She tore at the single ribbon which held together the front of Willette's
playsuit. Willette gazed in remorse as her pretty pink ribbon was torn
away. There was a small vee in the top of her playsuit as a result of the
loss of the ribbon. Lori eyed the vee, intent on enlarging it. Before
Willette could get out from underneath Lori the brunette grasped the front
of her play suit. A loud tear was heard, and a moment later Willette's
playsuit had been shorn asunder.
Willette scampered like an upside down crab out from underneath
Lori. Then she leapt to her feet. Lori, still kneeling on the rug, wiped her
forearm across her brow. She looked up at Willette, admiring the damage
she had inflicted. Willette's playsuit now had a vee down its front
stretching nearly to her pussy. Spaghetti straps, tied behind Willette's
neck, still held the playsuit up, but the playsuit was now basically an open
vest. Willette's breasts bobbed nakedly atop her heaving chest.
"No fair! You're wearing a bustier!" Willette cried. Suddenly she
realized that Lori's bustier, laced as it was all the way down Lori's
tummy, would be impossible to tear open. Lori laughed.
"You'll unlace it soon enough, to give the men access to my lovely
breasts," Lori chided.
"It's red because you want it to match your blood!" Willette cried,
and jumped at Lori. The brunette skittered to the side and a moment later
Willette found herself on her tummy on the rug with Lori clambering upon
her back. Once more Cindy readied herself for the victory count.
Somehow Willette managed to get away from Lori and stand up,
leaving Lori splayed on her tummy on the rug. Willette put a foot in the
small of Lori's back and grabbed at the remaining stays that held up Lori's
stockings. Willette gave a vigorous pull and Lori heard her stays snap.
When Lori stood her stockings slid down her legs, looking wrinkled and
unattractive. Lori blew out her breath in disgust like a bull. She lifted
each of her legs in turn and pulled off her stockings, then threw them at
Willette. Her panties were still clinging to the tops of her thighs in back,
leaving her bottom bare.
"You should have gone for the count instead of ripping off my
garters," Lori mocked Willette. The blonde only laughed as Lori's
stockings flew past her. Lori charged Willette once more. Dick and Bob
and Steve watched in admiration as the cheeks of Lori's naked bottom
wobbled as she ran forward. Deftly Willette stepped aside and got Lori's
back to her. Then it hit her how to bare Lori's breasts. Willette grasped
the back of Lori's lace bustier. She pulled with all her might and the
bustier tore in two, baring Lori's back.
Shocked, Lori put her hands to her boobies to keep the bustier from
falling off them. She turned about to confront Willette and the blonde
slapped her on the face. Lori's hands flew up to block any further slaps.
Her bustier drooped in front, revealing the tops of her nipples. Willette
grabbed Lori by the front of her bustier and yanked as hard as she could.
But the straps over Lori's shoulders held. Instead the violent tug by
Willette sent Lori sprawling face first into the carpet.
Lori raised herself up on her hands. Willette's foot was on her back
once more. The straps of Lori's bustier fell from her shoulders. Suddenly
Lori flipped onto her back, throwing off Willette. As she flipped over Lori
lost her bustier. But she cared not. Lori sprang up, leaving the bustier
behind on the carpet. Breasts jiggling, Lori strode forward. Willette
stepped back fearfully. Lori slapped Willette twice on the face. Then,
even as Willette was still reeling from the slaps to her cheeks, Lori
slapped each of her breasts. They were hard, uncompromising slaps, and
Willette's breasts seemed to shimmer from them as if being turned into a
mirage.
Willette dove forward and grabbed Lori by the front of her panties.
Violently she tugged Lori's panties down her thighs, down her knees, down
her calves, to her ankles. At the last minute, as Willette hit the floor,
Lori's panties in hand, she realized the stupidity of her latest stratagem.
A moment later she felt Lori collapsing possessively atop her.
Willette felt Lori's teeth come to the small of her back. Lori bit into
the lace thong which held her playsuit about her waist. As Willette
attempted to scramble out from underneath Lori she could feel the
brunette gnawing away like a beaver, trying to part her from her thong. A
moment later there was the snap of elastic imbued lace. Willette felt her
playsuit fall away from her pubic mound, revealing it. Now only the
spaghetti straps around her neck and the midsection of her back kept her
from losing her playsuit entirely.
Willette stood. She looked at Lori. Both females were breathing
hard. Lori had lost everything. Her stockings, her bustier, her panties.
She looked like a tawny tigress, poised to strike. Willette grasped the
front of her playsuit. She pulled hard. Her spaghetti straps broke.
Willette tossed the playsuit aside. Now she was naked too. She was Jane,
and she didn't need Tarzan. The world was not ruled by tigresses, it was
ruled by human beings. And Jane would defeat the tigress.
Letting loose a howl, Willette attacked Lori. She caught the
brunette about the neck and pulled hard. Lori fell onto her back. Lori's
legs flailed as Willette mounted her. Willette grabbed Lori by her breasts
and squeezed them as hard as she could. She began bouncing her bottom up
and down on Lori's tummy. Give her a free abortion, if she was pregnant,
though in fact Willette knew (thankfully) that she could cause no harm to
such a young foetus, if indeed one even existed. Lori grasped Willette by
the neck. Choking was not allowed, but Lori could push against Willette's
neck with all her might. Perhaps she might even break it. But Willette
was strong. Strong like the humans who had conquered Earth. And
determined. It had been her idea to get triple-fucked. Lori had no
business stealing her idea by winning the match. Willette, head strained
back, heard Cindy begin the count.
"One, two, three," Cindy counted off. Willette prayed the country girl
didn't stumble on her way to ten. "What comes after three?" Willette
could just hear Cindy asking Dick. No doubt Dick would enjoy that.
Willette promised herself that if Cindy fumbled the count she would teach
the girl to count by making her count whip lashes across her bottom!
"Four, five, six," Cindy continued. There seemed to be a slight pause
after six. In frustration Willette bounced particularly hard upon Lori's
tummy, knocking the wind from her. Momentarily the pressure on
Willette's neck eased.
"Seven?" Cindy said, almost tentatively, as if wondering if that
were the right number.
"Eight!" Willette cried through gritted teeth.
"Six, eight, seven? ...nine," Cindy continued.
"Ten!" Willette cried, even as Cindy blurted out the final number in
triumph. Willette jumped up from Lori. The brunette seemed almost
relieved to have the bouncy blonde off her. "I won! I won!" Willette cried.
A moment later she was embraced by all three men, cocks straining
against her perspiring form, eager to give Willette her reward and make
her sweat even more.
"Shit," Lori swore. Cindy bent over and extended a hand to help Lori
up off her back. Lori took Cindy's hand then, a gleam of frustration coming
to her eye, let go of Cindy's hand and grabbed the front of the girl's
camisole. A moment later Cindy cried out as Lori tore open the front of
her camisole.
Lori grabbed Cindy's ample breasts and squeezed them hard. She put
her mouth to Cindy's right breast and ruthlessly began to suckle it. Cindy
collapsed atop Lori, unsure what to do. Ravenously Lori sucked first
Cindy's right breast, then her left. Cindy found herself both trying to push
the woman's face away and stroking her auburn mane.
"Too bad we've no strap on dildo for Cindy to don," Lori heard
Willette teasing. "That's as much cock as you'll get for the next hour!"
Lori left off sucking Cindy's teats. She looked at Willette. Cindy looked
down at her tender breasts. There were light teeth marks on her areolas.
Lovingly, forgivingly, consolingly, as if perhaps to ward off another
attack, Cindy bent forward and put her mouth to one of Lori's breasts.
Gently she began to suck it. At first Lori looked upon the girl with alarm,
fearing Cindy would bite her breasts in turn. Harder than she herself had
bitten. But then Lori realized the gentleness of Cindy's suckling. Absently
she put a hand to the girl's long hair and stroked it. Her long, blonde,
flame tinged hair. With its lovely smattering of natural curls. Lori felt
herself feeling a tremendous warmth toward this tender, nurturing soul.
Gently Lori prised Cindy's lips from her breast. She put a finger
beneath the girl's chin and lifted her mouth to her face. Lightly she kissed
the flame haired girl upon the lips. Lori felt Cindy's breasts brush her
own. Lori laid back upon the carpet, drawing Cindy down with her. A
moment later and both girls were clasped in each other's arms. Their
nipples rubbed, sending shivers of electric current between their breasts.
Lori negotiated her thigh between Cindy's legs and rubbed her spot that
way. Right through her gossamer tap pants. Cindy let out a little moan.
Willette was flat on her back on the carpet now too, but with Dick's
penis sliding up her pussy and Steve's cock sluicing between her breasts.
Bob was about to push his penis down her throat when Willette saw what
Lori and Cindy were up to. Willette brushed Bob's approaching penis aside
and called out.
"Hey! You're supposed to be helping me get fucked!" Willette cried to
Lori. More than any of the men she wanted Lori making love to her, being
her love slave, putting her own pleasure aside to cater exclusively to her.
Dick realized that Lori was cheating Willette and pulled his dick from the
blonde. He rose and walked over to Lori. Willette felt Bob's penis slide
between her lips, silencing her.
"Dick will take care of it," Bob assured Willette. The blonde felt her
mouth and throat filled with Bob's big member. Her cheeks tautened and
her eyes gaped wide momentarily. Then her eyelashes fluttered closed and
she began to suck. Like a baby. Except this was anything but a pacifier.
Yet Willette felt a sense of peace come over her.
Willette heard the thick pile carpet rustle as Dick led Lori and Cindy
over to her. A moment later and Dick's hands were once more upon her
thighs. Then his penis was once more making its way up her vagina. Steve
bounced atop her ribs, his hands clasping her bountiful titties together to
make the ride between her breasts even more enjoyable than it already
was. Sharp nails fluttered gently down upon her nipples. It was Lori. And
Cindy. Willette felt her nipples pulled upon. Not too hard, though
somewhat hard. Willette knew Lori would have liked to pull very hard to
get revenge for losing. Willette heard Cindy say "Goo, goo," gurgling like a
baby, and then wet lips touch her right bud. Cindy was suckling her. It
must be Cindy, though Willette didn't open her eyes to find out. A moment
later and the question was rendered mute as a second soft mouth floated
down upon her other nipple.
Occasionally Willette felt tongues lick across her breasts. The
devils were licking Steven's rod even as they fulfilled their obligation to
Willette. But with a penis down her throat, Willette could only mew an
incomprehensible complaint. She decided to let the slight pass
unprotested.
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