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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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WATERMELON MOON
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Chapter Thirteen
Later in the day, after Steven had been forced to reconcile with Bob
or face another spanking attack from the girls for using the word "faggot"
again, the men decided to take a trip to Hicksville all by themselves.
"Be good," Dick admonished the girls as he readied to leave with Bob
and Steve. The men looked unusual in clothing after being so much in the
nude. "No Lessie stuff or anything."
"We'll be little angels," Willette cooed, though at the moment all
three girls were little naked angels, without even robes, let alone wings
or haloes. Cindy nodded her agreement. Her pert breasts jiggled. Lori
smiled demurely at the men. She looked as if she just might be planning
some lewd fun in their absence. Even as Dick gazed at her he wished to
cast off his clothing and run to her and jam his penis between her breasts.
"Let's go," Bob said, at the door. Steven was already outside, fearing
the girls still might decide to spank him, despite his contrition. Dick
turned and followed Bob out of the cabin. A moment later the girls heard
the old jalopy behind the house cough to life. It puttered away down a
gravel path to a dirt road that ran through the woods.
Dappled sunlight spattered the men's faces and shoulders as they
shimmied along through the trees in the old car. It was a 1934 Ford
Runabout, and it had seen better days. But, like all old things that stayed
around long enough, it worked faithfully. Of course, any mile could prove
to be its last, what with its balding tires and large patches of rust, its
nonexistent paint job and engine that jolted every time it was put into a
new gear.
"What exactly do you want to do, other than going tit for tat against
the girls for their little unaccompanied excursion?" Dick called over the
noise of the engine to Bob.
"Well, even if they cheated on us, I think fucking is out of the
question," Bob said.
"The girls saw to that," Dick agreed. Neither of them had the least
interest in mounting an erection. Heidi herself could have walked out of
the forest hand in hand with Little Red Riding Hood, begging for sex,
displaying newly formed breasts and pussy hairs, and neither man would
have shown any interest in his groin.
"I could do with some fucking," Steven piped up from the back seat.
"You're going to stay clean away from any other girls as long as
you're with us," Bob said. "I don't want you giving us any backwoods
venereal diseases with that randy dick of yours."
"It was risky for us to just let him join in our fuck fests," Dick
admitted. "Though the girl he brought with him was irresistible."
"What about you?" Steve cried. "You two old farts could have picked
up most anything in your long careers. And you're from the big city."
"Yeah, well, you're right, it was risky for all of us," Dick said. "But
we haven't come down with anything, so why talk about it? I don't think
the girls cheated on us anyway, so there's no point in blaming them."
"Well, there aren't any bars open at this hour of the day," Bob said.
"Want to just stop by a liquor store and sit in a parking lot somewhere for
awhile drinking and watering walls?"
"Sounds good to me!" Steven gushed.
"Women or liquor, that's all that country hick ever thinks about,"
Dick said to himself. But he did not say it aloud for fear of inspiring a
new round of incriminations.
The three boys happened into the red light district in Hicksville. It
was a lone street near downtown bordered with cheap bordellos and
tawdry porno shops. One store, however, billing itself as an Adult
Supermarket, looked clean enough to explore. The boys pulled up in the
jalopy and jumped out. A moment later they were in a world of $90 VHS
tapes, slick books with few words, and, interestingly for them, sex toys.
There were big cocks and little cocks, dildos for the anus and for the
pussy, double ended dildos and dildos for Lesbians that strapped on. Just
the sort of naughty things that men might bring back to their girlfriends
to stage a hot scene. In addition there were ball gags, leather restraints,
and fur lined handcuffs, each guaranteed to make an exhausted pair of
testicles refill with sperm. The boys plunked down some bills and walked
out with a sackful of playthings. The owner gazed after them, thinking
them faggots about to go on some perverted sexual escapade amongst
themselves.
About an hour later the jalopy jostled its way back up the gravel
path to the cabin. Dick and Bob hopped out and raced in with the sack.
"Tah dah!" Bob cried. "Bend over girls, have we got some treats for
you!" Willette sauntered from the hallway out into the living room. She
was wearing clothes.
"Hey, what's up? We don't have to leave here, do we?" Dick asked.
"Of course not, silly," Willette said. "You don't expect us girls to be
immodest all the time, do you?"
"We do now," Bob said, and spilled out his sackful of goodies on the
dining room table. The men's collection would have made an odd still life
painting indeed, piled on the table next to a small basket brimming with
apples and pears.
"Where's Steven?" Cindy asked, coming out of the hall behind
Willette, hand in hand with Lori.
"Uh, do you know a girl named Jennie?" Dick asked.
"Jennie Trevor?" Cindy asked.
"Don't know her last name, just that she's blonde and about 12-
years-old," Dick said.
"Um, yeah," Cindy said. "So what?"
"We stopped for a bite to eat at a hamburger stand and she caught
Steve's eye and asked him to, uh, relieve her of her virginity."
"That bitch!" Cindy cried. "That fucking-A bitch!" Cindy threw
herself into a chair and tossed her head to and fro, as if to deny the very
words that had just been spoken to her. Her hair flew in all directions.
"We tried to stop him," Bob said. "But his dick was making quite a
bulge in his pants the whole way. To be honest, I don't think he had a
whole Hell of a lot of choice."
"Oh, sure, you men never blame yourselves, even if what you do is
illegal," Cindy pouted. Lori sat down on the arm of Cindy's chair and
patted her head.
"There, there, dear, what would you do if you were 18 and afflicted
with a painful erection and some girl came up to you and asked you to yank
down her panties?" Lori asked.
Cindy was weeping now. "I knew it would come to this. I knew he
wouldn't be loyal," she cried. She rubbed a hand across the tears on her
cheeks and snuffled. "It's that damn Jennie, though, I can't believe her!
She gets three inches of tits and thinks that suddenly gives her the right
to grab my boyfriend. I'll kill her!"
Willette had let her curiosity draw her to the table. "Oooh," Willette
breathed, fondling a rubber cock. "Come, Cindy, look what these nasty boys
brought us." Willette picked up the biggest dildo. "You did bring this stuff
for yourselves, right?" Willette asked the men. "You certainly don't expect
us girls to take something like this?"
"Only up the butt," Bob grinned mischievously.
Cindy was back on her feet now and being guided to the table by Lori.
She wept as she walked. "That little brat! She's no prettier than I. Does
she think I can't swipe any boy she takes? Why, I remember when she was
just a little urchin swinging from tree limbs and playing with dollies."
"It's a threat we all face," Lori said consolingly to Cindy. "Just be
glad you're still 18. You have plenty of years ahead of you before you're
put out to pasture by biased baby stealing men."
"They should all be castrated," Cindy snuffled, even as Willette
placed a ball gag in her palms. "Castrated and hung up by their penises if
they have sex with any girl under 18."
"Well, we'll do just that when we become president and vice-
president, you and I," Lori agreed. "Now slip this over your head and see if
it fits you. It looks like it should."
Before Cindy, still viewing the world through teary, emotion
stricken eyes, could even see what Lori was at the ball gag had been
slipped over her head and was being pressed up against her lips. A moment
later she could neither speak or weep, save muffled little gasps that
escaped around the ball. Her petulant lips formed a pretty O and her
friends told her she looked very sexy. The next thing Cindy knew her
wrists had been pulled behind her back and a pair of fur lined cuffs
slapped on them.
"I don't want this," Cindy said in a voice so constricted only she
herself could understand it. Bob stepped forward and ripped open her
blouse. Her pert, girlish breasts bounced out and into his palms.
"I still love you, and Dick does too," Bob said, kissing each of Cindy's
nipples in turn. They were light, reassuring kisses. They portended more
substantial things to come.
"We all love you," Lori said brightly.
"And now it's time for you to lose your virginity too, your anal
virginity," Bob said in a fatherly voice. Lori pulled off the T-shirt she
wore. Her heavy, motherly breasts jiggled alluringly as the hem of the T-
shirt cleared them. Willette too pulled off her shirt. Her girlish breasts
bounded forth, ready for action. Dick dropped his pants and displayed his
penis.
Cindy was led over to the fireplace. Lori knelt down beside the
fireplace and stirred forth a smattering of flames. Cindy was put down on
her knees on the thick carpet and made to bend forward. Her face came to
rest on a small cushion lying on the floor. Cindy felt manly hands come
around her waist and deftly unbutton her cut-off jeans. A moment later
the artfully ragged shorts were at her knees. Then her panties were made
to join them, leaving her bottom bare.
"Which of us gets the honors?" Bob asked Dick.
"We'll flip for it," Dick suggested. He pulled a quarter from his
pocket. "Heads or tails?"
"Tails, of course," Bob grinned. Dick flipped the quarter and caught
it in his palm.
"Fuck! It's tails. You win," Dick said.
"Ha! I took Steve's anal virginity, and now I get his girlfriend's," Bob
crowed. "Bring some oil, girls!"
Willette fetched a flask of oil and she and Lori competitively
greased up Bob's penis, their hands fighting for territory on his rod as they
simultaneously went about the task. When Bob was glistening with
mentholatum he knew he was ready. He let the girls continue on for
another minute, then shooed them away. Cindy was given a dollop of oil
twixt her cheeks, but no more. Bob took her by the hips and whispered
consoling words to her as he pressed his organ against her rose.
"Easy girl, easy," Bob said, as if breaking in a young filly. "Just relax
and let me do the work. That's a good girl, bare your anus to the air." He
gripped her cheeks and pulled them wide. He drew back a moment to
admire her virgin sphincter. Willette dropped more oil down Cindy's hole.
Then Bob gave a manly jerk of his rod and thrust his cockhead in almost to
the flange. Cindy cried out and bucked her hips once and then stilled. She
sniffled, a remnant of her weeping. Lori stroked her flame tinged hair.
"There we go," Bob gritted. His penis eased through its flange. Cindy
made a little mewing sound. Lori shushed her. She caressed the cheek at
Cindy's face.
"Oooh, it's so lovely," Willette gasped. Her eyes seemed fixated by
the scene of Bob's prick slowly taking root in Cindy's arse. He looked as if
he were trying to plunge a big carrot back into the ground.
"What if New World Order jumped through that window and ran up
and sliced your dick right through with a machete?" Dick asked.
"Ho, ho," Bob said. "Don't disturb me while I'm fucking this little girl
here. It is her first time, you know. I need to concentrate."
"Sorry," Dick said. "Guess I'll just sit here and masturbate the ol'
rod."
"Oh, Dickie!" Willette snapped. "You be a good boy and just watch for
now. Maybe Bob can give you a few pointers." Bob grinned.
"Yes indeed, Dick. I believe you could use a lesson or two in anal sex.
I have not been celibate for the last four years, so I'm up on all the latest
techniques. You'll notice here how I am giving my penis little jerks
forward, then pressing some, then jerking some more. Sometimes I even
pull back a bit just to give this virgin a little relief."
"Whoa, I should take notes!" Dick groused.
"Yes, it would be best if we could film this," Bob said. "I think I
could be of great assistance to young couples experimenting with love. So
many of them must travel blindly, you know. Such a pity."
"Well, maybe they can buy a book on the subject," Dick said. Bob gave
a little jerk forward with his dick and Cindy cried out, then quietened
with Lori's help.
"So many of those tomes are authored by rank amateurs," Bob said
dismissively. "Why, I've even heard there are a few masturbating virgins
in the lot. Little nerds who have never done anything but read other
people's books!"
"That is bad," Dick agreed, surprised at himself for even engaging in
such a ridiculous conversation. "The blind leading the blind."
"Now I, on the other hand, would make a great porn writer," Bob
extolled. "But I'm so busy fucking, I know I'll just never have the time! I
guess I'll just have to leave the enterprise to lesser mortals."
"Well, if you go much slower there, I may wind up being a porno
author," Dick chided.
"Ah, see? You display your ignorance with that remark,
grasshopper," Bob admonished. "Slowness is the essential art of taking a
virgin. Slow, considerate fucking, that is what is called for. Especially
when it's up the butt."
"Yeah, yeah," Dick said. "I still think New World Order is going to
leap through that window and relieve you of your expertise."
Cindy proved so tight that no sooner had Bob urged himself fully
within her than he came. He cried in dismay as his cock suddenly jetted
out his seed. "Wah!" Cindy cried in a high, thin voice as he came, though
perhaps more for effect than out of any real alarm. With some indignity
Bob pulled his quickly limpening penis out of her a moment later.
"Okay, my turn," Dick said, bringing his penis to bear on Cindy's
bottom.
"No Dick," Willette corrected. She grasped the stem of his cock and
pulled it away, then slapped her other hand protectively over Cindy's
exposed rose. "One's enough for her for today. You may have your share
tomorrow, if she feels ready for it."
"Well then," Dick said irritably. "Bob and I have something in store
for you, if you can't let this event proceed any further."
"For me?" Willette asked, putting a hand to her chest. "And what
nice treat do you have for me?"
"And Lori," Bob added.
"Oh my," Lori said. "You men are really getting my juices going.
Don't tell me you're going to fuck us for the ninety-ninth time."
"Now that's insulting," Bob said. The fact that his penis was
shriveling fast added nothing to his dignity. "But no, Dick and I are not
going to fuck you. You and Willette are going to fuck each other!" The
girls gasped, despite the fact that their perusal of the men's goodies on
the table should have clued them in.
"Now Dickie," Willette said, "you don't really intend to use that junk
you picked up at that store, do you?"
"Of course we do," Dick said, rising. "You think we want to waste our
money?"
"But I thought, well, I thought you were just trying to titillate us,"
Lori said. "It was rather exciting to look at, thinking that somebody
somewhere might actually put it to use. I thought perhaps you'd put the
stuff up on the mantle to look sexy or something."
"Hell no!" Bob interjected. "We, or rather you, are going to use every
last one of those things. On each other. Starting now."
"No!" Both Willette and Lori cried, and ran screaming from the room.
They were happy screams, though no doubt the girls did indeed feel some
trepidation at the thought of what their men had planned for them. Dick
and Bob leapt up and ran after, laughing.
"Hey! Let me up!" Cindy mewed incoherently over her ball gag.
Willette was topless, but wearing crisp, smooth designer jeans that
tapered to seductive little openings at her ankles. Below she wore 5 inch
spiked heels, admittedly not the recommended footwear for running. Dick
admired her even as he chased her into a bedroom. Lori leapt on the bed,
her red polyester skirt flying up to reveal her pantied bottom. Bob, if he
was in need of an invitation to rape his wife, got yet another.
"Ook! Ack! You mean old man!" Lori cried as the husband 15 years
her senior pinned her to the bed and zipped down her dress. A moment
later only her panties remained. Lori gave up her fight and relaxed as Bob
put his teeth to the front of her undies and pulled them down her wriggling
legs. Willette too fell prey to Dick upon the bed. Despite the prettiness of
her pants, or perhaps because of them, the jeans were shorn from her hips.
Beneath she wore no panties, and a moment later her pussy was host to
Dick's tongue.
After several long, luxurious minutes of each male poised over his
bride and bride-to-be, the girls were allowed to sit up. Each had a pussy
made moist by tonguing. Their nipples, too, glowed wetly with saliva.
"Dick, go get our bag of treats," Bob ordered. "I think this bed will make a
jolly place for the girls to help us get our money's worth."
"Righto," Dick said, and jumped from the bed and jogged out to the
living room. There was no telling how long the girls might remain docile.
He could easily return to the bedroom only to find Bob over their knees
getting a spanking. Dick ran easily, his penis waggling lewdly as he
sprinted, balls jangling as if to ring parishioners to church.
"Mmmf! Mmmph!" Mews of distress greeted Dick as he entered the
living room.
"Oh, yeah! Cindy!" Dick cried. He loped over to the girl and knelt
down beside her. "I'm sorry, honey," Dick apologized. "Dammit! Now where
is that key to the handcuffs?" Dick hopped up and strode over to the table.
"We wouldn't want you to miss our big dildo fucking party for girls only,
now would we?" Dick asked aloud as he rummaged through the pile of toys
on the table. "Aha! Here it is!" When he came back over to Cindy she
seemed markedly less interested in being released.
"Ho! What have we here?" Dick asked as Cindy tried to squirm away
from his key. "Don't tell me you don't want to host a dildo up your pussy?
Not even a vibrator? Come now, girl, what do you think God made that
cute little hole between your legs for?" Dick strove briefly with Cindy
and got the key into her handcuffs. A moment later her hands broke free.
"Hey there, come back!" Dick cried. In a flash the girl was up and off and
running, oblivious to the ball gag still affixed over her mouth. As she ran
she pushed her shorts and panties, clinging to her knees, down off her
calves to give her legs greater freedom.
"Bob! Cindy's escaping!" Dick cried out. He was greeted with a cry
of "Help!" from the bedroom. Dick bounded after Cindy into a musty old
study, the girl looking back at him over her shoulder as she ran. She
looked absolutely darling, running about with her lips still formed in an O
by the red ball of the gag.
Dick found himself gazing at Cindy across a big oaken desk. The girl
put her hands to her head and attempted to wrest the ball gag off. As she
went to work on the gag Dick leapt at her. Cindy had to leave off trying to
free herself from the gag to put distance between herself and her naked
male pursuer.
Cindy dodged past Dick and out of the cabin. She ran as hard as she
could, her ability to fill her lungs with air severely constricted by the ball
gag at her mouth. As Cindy's chest heaved for air Dick caught her. He
tumbled with her into the field of daisies. They both began laughing.
Gently Dick prised the ball gag off Cindy. As soon as her lips were
free she kissed him on the mouth. Dick and Cindy rolled together in the
grass. The ball gag lay discarded as they coupled.
"Oh, Dick, you're such an animal, you just make me forget entirely
about my mean boyfriend," Cindy purred between kisses.
"Your ex-boyfriend," Dick corrected. "We Arabs are allowed to be
polygamous, you know."
"Mmm, would you make me your wife, just like you intend to do to
Willette?" Cindy asked, smiling.
"Certainly," Dick said.
"Mmm, fuck me Dick, get your penis right up me," Cindy said.
"What about our friends?" Dick asked. "I think I heard Bob calling
for help as I was chasing you."
"Let him suffer," Cindy said. "He needs a good spanking anyhow. Too
much Gay behavior. Let him be smothered by those two females." Cindy
looked thoughtful. "Of course, knowing them, they'll probably stick a dildo
up his ass."
"A vibrating dildo," Dick said. He felt the warmth of the sun on his
own bottom even as he spoke of Bob's.
"Mmm, yes," Cindy agreed. "A big, fat, long, vibrating dildo that will
give him an extra wide asshole so he can accommodate any man in the
universe."
"Bob just might like that," Dick said. Cindy had arched up her bottom
beneath him and he felt her fingers curl around his cockhead. A moment
later and he was thrusting inside her pussy. Even so their conversation
continued.
"Ah, mmm!" Cindy cried over a pang of pleasure. "Who's pussy is
tighter, Dick, mine or Willette's?"
"Don't know," Dick said. "You're both the same age, and neither of you
has ever had any children."
"Mmm, Willette will now, though," Cindy smiled.
"Probably," Dick said. "Who knows? You might too. I might make you
a hostage here and deprive you of your pills just so I can see your tummy
swell too."
"Mmm, do it to me, Dick," Cindy said, and grew silent, leaving the
question hanging in Dick's mind as to whether she wanted to be made a
prisoner or simply enjoy the penis which now pushed deep within her.
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