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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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WATERMELON MOON
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Chapter Six
Willette watched as the compound they had been held prisoner in
slipped from sight.
"Where the Hell are we?" Dick asked.
"Round that corner up there," Lori commanded.
"That doesn't look like a very promising move," Dick responded. An
old factory sat there, rusting and abandoned. It looked to Dick like they
would wind up on a dead end street.
"Lori," Bob said. "Perhaps you'd better let Dick make the decisions.
He's a policeman like me."
"Oh, and I'm just a housewife?" Lori asked.
"Well, you are..." Bob said, his voice trailing off. His head lolled
forward onto his chest.
"Taken hostage by a housewife and a child," Aram moaned. His hands
were at his bloody crotch. His head lolled from side to side on Willette's
shoulder. Willette kept her knife firmly at Aram's neck.
Lori handed her gun to Willette and told her to keep it trained on
Aram's head. Unsteadily Willette held the gun. Lori took off her thin
blouse. Her titties bounced into view. Dick looked into his rearview
mirror and his breath caught in his throat as he caught sight of Lori's
lovely mammaries. Just the sight of them made his mouth water. They
were full and round, reminding him of the many women he had known
before he met his wife. Dick squirmed in his seat.
"Maybe one naked female in this car is enough," Dick said to Lori.
"We're probably going to have to do some shooting," Lori said matter
of factly. She began to tear her white blouse into long strips of cloth. "If
you don't want to lose your hearing, you'd better let me tie one of these
strips around your ears." Quickly she tied a strip first around her
husband's head, covering his ears, then Dick's, then Willette's, finally her
own. Then she took the rest of the strips of her blouse and wadded them
into little balls and stuck them under the band that circled her head, right
on top of her ears. Rapidly she did the same to Bob, Dick, and Willette.
"What about my ears?" Aram cried. "I'm your guest. You must treat
me correctly!"
"You won't be our guest much longer," Dick said, glancing down at the
limo's speedometer. "Only half a mile to go." He swerved and slowed the
limo as he rounded a corner on the trash strewn streets behind the
factory.
Lori leaned forward and took back her gun from Willette. Then she
whispered into Willette's ear. Willette thought for a moment, then nodded.
"What are you two up to?" Dick asked, looking across his shoulder.
"This is where you get off," Lori snarled, as Willette let go of Aram
and threw herself into Dick's lap. Lori's gun fired. Aram's head blew
apart, splattering the inside of the limo with blood and bits of skull.
Covering her eyes, Willette sat up once more. She felt for the handle of
the passenger side door.
"Hey!" Dick cried. "What the fuck are you girls doing?" He gazed in
shock at at Aram's bloody corpse, lying limply now against the car's
passenger side door. Lori leaned forward and grasped Willette's torso
with both her arms. Willette opened the door as Dick screeched around a
corner. The limo's side door swung open and Aram's dead body tumbled out.
"Just getting rid of excess baggage," Lori said. She held Willette as
the girl leaned precariously out of the limo and pulled its side door shut.
A group of impoverished children playing basketball looked up in shock to
see first a dead body thrown from a car, then a beautiful and utterly naked
girl pull closed the door of the car. And it was no ordinary car, it was a
gleaming black stretch limousine. The boys began to chase after the car.
"Faster," Lori urged Dick.
"Hey! We made a deal!" Dick cried. "You just broke our word!"
"I made the deal," Lori said firmly. "The deal got you free. But it
was my deal, and I'm free to break it if I want."
"What you did was wrong! Evil!" Dick cried.
"It may be hard for you to accept," Lori said slowly to Dick. "But I'm
going to be the brains in this little operation of ours for awhile. I may
have breasts that make your eyes pop out, but I have a brain too. Now turn
left up here and don't ask any questions." Willette smiled. Lori would
show Dick that women weren't just mindless vaginas!
Dick shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He hadn't realized that his
lust for Lori's breasts had been that apparent. And, he admitted to
himself, he wasn't at all comfortable with taking orders from a female.
Willette was enough trouble. She at least still made childish mistakes.
Now he was up against a real juggernaut of feminine will.
After about three more miles amidst the twisting back streets of an
old industrial town, Lori asked Dick to pull the limo to the side of the
road. Reluctantly Dick obeyed. Lori ordered all the limo's windows rolled
down. In the distance an old black man sitting on a worn rocker watched
them, his chair moving forward, back, forward, back. Willette stepped out
of the limo, stark naked. Dick wore a shirt, but in his haste to leave the
heater in the compound his pants had been left behind. Bob, at least, had
some clothes on, but they were torn and soiled. Lori was bare-breasted.
When everyone had exited the limo, a process which couldn't happen
fast enough for Lori, the young woman jumped back in. She positioned
herself on the limo's back seat and took aim at the limo's windshield. She
fired. Shards of glass exploded out the front of the limo and Lori kept
firing until there was nothing left of the windshield. The reverberations
from her machine gun echoed through the neighborhood.
Then Lori got herself out of the back of the limo and went and sat in
its front seat. She turned around, took aim at the rear window, and cut
loose with a salvo of bullets once more. The rear window blew apart,
showering the tail end of the limo with bits of glass.
"You're going to run out of ammo soon!" Dick cried from the sidewalk.
"No I'm not. There's more in this glove compartment, see?" Lori
shouted back. Her shooting finished, she opened the glove compartment in
the limo and pulled out several additional rounds of ammo. She popped the
spent ammo cartridge from her gun and replaced it with a new one. She
put two additional clips into the pockets of her shorts.
"Crazy bitch," Dick swore. "What the hell did you blow out our
windows for?"
"Get back in the limo," Lori ordered. "You think I want to have to
stick half my body out the window every time I fire?" Dick hurried around
the back of the limo to return to his place behind the wheel as Willette
and Bob jumped in the back seat. Willette brushed powdered glass from
the back seat before gently sitting her bare bottom down upon it.
"Watch out," Willette whispered to Bob. She reached over and
brushed several tiny pieces of glass to the floor that were near the man's
rump.
"Like, how did you know what was in that glove compartment?" Dick
asked Lori as he stepped down on the car's accelerator.
"Girls with big breasts stay alive by flattering guards with
compliments," Lori said matter-of-factly. "It's a helpful way to pick up
bits of information too." Suddenly, as if on cue, a jeep crossed their path,
shooting across an intersection just ahead. The squeal of tires was heard
as the jeep's occupants realized they had just passed their quarry.
"Good God!" Dick cried.
"Steady," Lori said. "Turn right here! Zoom right in behind them!"
"What the fuck?!" Dick shouted, obeying Lori's order even as he
protested. With horror he saw the jeep just ahead, manned by four
massive guards. The guards were just turning around in their jeep as Lori
trained her weapon on them. The jeep's wheels were still squealing as its
driver headed into a U-turn.
"I needed a little target practise," Lori smiled to herself. She
opened fire with her machine gun. Deftly she sprayed a hail of bullets at
the men in the jeep. One by one they tumbled out into the street. Several
fired wildly in the throes of death, hitting the flats on either side of the
street. Finally the jeep's driver slumped forward and the vehicle careened
in a long curve across the asphalt and into a storefront window. A
moment later a ball of flame could be seen bursting inside the store.
Dick sped past the store in the limo even as the explosion continued
to gut the inside of the store. Above the shattered store window a sign
read: "Jim's Bar-B-Que. LOWEST PRICES IN TOWN!"
"Jim should be inspected by the FDA," Lori smirked as her eyes
passed over the storefront sign.
"You're a sick woman," Dick muttered. Lori spun around in her seat.
Another jeep was following them.
"Turn left up here!" Lori cried. Once more, against his better
judgement, Dick obeyed. "As soon as you round the corner hit the brakes!"
Lori shouted. "But don't let your tires squeal!" As best he could, Dick
silently slowed the limo's speed as soon as he had rounded the corner.
When he looked across his shoulder at Lori again the woman was gone. Her
side door stood open.
Dick glanced up in his rearview mirror. He caught sight of Lori
running down the sidewalk behind them. What in creation was the woman
up to? Had she abandoned them? Willette climbed onto the front seat and
grabbed onto the headrest on the passenger side. She leaned out of the
limo.
"No! Willette!" Dick cried, afraid his favorite girl was about to try
to jump out. But Willette only reached out and pulled shut the side door.
"I saw this once in a movie," Willette gasped. "I think I know what
Lori's going to do!" Willette fixed her eyes on the intersection behind
them as the jeep loaded with guards that was following them rounded the
corner. "Duck!" Willette cried, as a stream of bullets began battering the
limo. Suddenly the hail of gunfire stopped as quickly as it had begun. Dick
looked up to see Lori standing back by the intersection, on the corner,
hidden amidst a dilapidated store front on the sidewalk. She was spraying
the jeep with bullets. Its passengers no more than corpses now, the jeep
careened off the road and smashed into a lamp post. The vehicle burst into
flames.
Lori came running up the street as Dick slowed the limo to a near
stop and then threw it into reverse. He backed down the street until they
reached Lori. The woman jumped back in.
"Let's get out of here!" Lori shouted. "Now that we've dealt with the
guards, the police are bound to appear. I don't have enough ammo to deal
with them."
"Maybe they could get us out of this jam," Dick said.
"Hit it honey," Lori said. "A trashed limo, three nearly naked people,
and corpses and burning buildings is way more than I'm willing to explain.
New World Order is still out there, too. We haven't even begun to make a
dent in their forces. The stupid cops would hold us right in the police
station while the media shouted our location to the world. We wouldn't
last 15 minutes."
"I guess you're right," Dick muttered. "New World Order would storm
that police station and have us dead in seconds." He looked at Lori. She
was hot, sweaty, elated, and determined to survive. Her breath came in
gasps, making her awesome breasts heave. "But how the hell do you know
so much about New World Order?"
"My husband was assigned to study it, remember?" Lori asked. "When
a man holes himself up in his study and refuses to come out except to take
a shit and get a few winks of shut eye, we women find out what he's up
to." Willette giggled.
"That sounds like you, Dickie," Willette said. "I used to call you
'lonely man' because you stayed in your apartment all hours of the day."
"New World Order will do that to you," Dick breathed. "They're a very
complicated organization." He looked over at Lori. "Since you've saved our
asses so far, where to next?"
"Head for the hills!" Lori shouted with a smile.
"Like, what's that supposed to mean?" Dick asked.
"See there? In the distance? There! Beyond that smokestack!" Lori
cried, pointing.
"Uh, you mean the clouds, or that mountain?" Dick asked.
"The mountain, silly," Lori said. "There's a whole range of them.
Head straight for them!"
It was much later when they reached the safety of a mountain cabin.
The four of them struggled inside and literally collapsed on the cabin
floor. It was much later when Willette awoke. She sat up on the bearskin
rug where she had fallen. Someone had thrown a woolen blanket over her
nude body.
Willette looked over her shoulder and her eyes met Lori's. The young
woman was sitting in a chair. Leaning against her body was the machine
gun she'd stolen from the guard. Bob's head was in her lap. He body was
naked. His face and body were marred with ugly black and blue bruises.
But his eyes seemed brighter now. Lori was giving him sips of hot
buttered rum from a ceramic mug.
"Lori," Willette whispered. "Are you sure we're safe here?"
"Quite sure," Lori said, smiling.
"I'm quite proud of you," Bob said, gazing up at his wife. "You saved
all our lives today. But how did you know the area so well?" Lori smiled
at him with loving eyes.
"We've only been married a few months, Bob," Lori said. "You haven't
found out everything about me yet. I spent several years growing up in
this area. Of course both of us were brought blindfolded from New Jersey
to the compound where they held us prisoner. I didn't realize where I was
until our limo came upon the old factory. Then I knew. And that's why I
had Dick drive us up here. This is my old grandfather's cabin, but he's in a
retirement home now. He's never sold a piece of property in his life, and I
guess he never will. This place just sits empty now."
"Lori," Willette said in a low voice. "Shouldn't Bob see a doctor?"
Bob smiled.
"My wife's a registered nurse, aren't you, honey?" Lori looked down
at her husband and tenderly stroked his hair.
"I am," she whispered. Lori looked at Willette. "I checked him out
thoroughly...including his most important parts. He'll be fine in a few
days. He's just suffered a few kicks and bruises, that's all." Willette rose
and walked over to Lori and Bob. Naked she knelt before Bob. She bent
down and kissed him on the chest. She began to stroke his torso. He was
still very handsome, despite his injuries.
"Poor Bob," Willette cooed. "You must have been very brave." She
watched with interest as Bob's penis began to stiffen. Willette looked up
at Lori. "I know he's your husband, but I've taken some health classes. May
I check him?" Lori laughed.
"Of course, dear," Lori said. "Two heads are better than one."
Willette asked Bob to open his mouth. "Say Ahhhh," Willette ordered.
Bob obeyed, delighting in the attention the nude girl wished to lavish on
him. It wasn't all bad getting beat up, if you could get checked out by Lori
and Willette afterward.
Dutifully Willette checked Bob's mouth and teeth, then his eyes. She
even took hold of his nose and wiggled it to make sure it was still solid.
Willette stroked Bob's ears, ran her fingers down his neck, and, drawing in
her breath a bit, stroked his shoulders. Then she rubbed his chest,
relishing the feel of her fingers running through his matted hair there.
Slowly her hands worked their way down Bob's stomach, then over his
hips, and on to his his legs. She squeezed his muscled thighs.
"You're forgetting the most important parts," Lori admonished
Willette. The blonde looked up at her with wide eyes.
"You mean I canÑ" Willette asked.
"If your husband sent you to a doctor for a physical exam, wouldn't
the doctor need to inspect all of you?" Lori asked.
"Yesss," Willette whispered, letting her voice trail off into a quiet
hiss. She dropped her fingers to Bob's rod. It was stiff now, but seemed
to lengthen and thicken even more at the first touch of her fingers. As
Willette ran the tips of her fingers along Bob's shaft with one hand, she
let the other slip below to cup his testicles. She squeezed them. "Does
that hurt?" Willette asked Bob.
"No," Bob breathed. "Far from hurting, it feels wonderful."
"I guess you're O.K. there then," Willette said. Impulsively she bent
forward and kissed the head of Bob's cock. Then she let her lips brush
lower and she kissed his balls. Bob trembled with pleasure.
At that moment Dick walked in, toting a tommygun. His eyes
widened as he saw Willette crouching naked over Bob's loins.
"How's my grandfather's old tommygun work?" Lori asked Dick
brightly.
"O.K., I guess," Dick muttered.
"Did you shoot down some firewood for us?" Lori asked.
"Yeah," Dick said. He seemed nervous and uneasy. His eyes remained
fixed on Willette. "I shot the trees to get them going, then finished them
off with an axe. The wood's out back, but I don't know if we should stay
here."
"You'll be perfectly safe here, I guarantee you," Lori smiled. "How
are gran'pa's pants fitting you?"
"Alright," Dick said. "They are pretty baggy."
"Well, don't worry," Lori said. "I suppose we'll all have to wear
gran'pa's clothing when we leave here. At least until we reach a store and
can buy some clothes of our own."
"That's another thing," Dick said. "What about money?"
"I found some in a little locked box of gran'pa's," Lori said. "We
should have more than enough for our immediate needs."
"Well, you're just the perfect hostess, aren't you?" Dick asked.
"Money, lodging, and your grandfather's old car out back that won't attract
any attention when we go to the nearest store for food..."
"That's right," Lori said. "I know what you're thinking. You figure
you've got to constantly keep moving so New World Order won't catch up
with us. Well, I can assure you, even if New World Order ransacks my
home, they'll find nothing on this cabin. Gran'pa kept it off the books, so
to speak."
"Off the books?" Dick asked. Willette had begun to give Bob head,
making little sucking sounds. Dick felt his penis stiffen. He began to
erect a tent in the crotch of his baggy pants. Was Willette trying to make
him jealous? If so, she was definitely succeeding.
"Yes, off the books," Lori smiled. Her eyes slipped to Dick's loins and
she left them there as she continued talking. "Gran'pa was an old
moonshiner, an old marijuana farmer...things like that require property
that doesn't show up on real estate listings or county records."
"Well, we're in luck I then, I guess," Dick said. "Looks like now that
we've all gotten some sleep all we need is some food."
"Mmmm, I can think of an excellent source of nourishment," Lori said.
She extended her hand and caught Dick by the waistband of his baggy pants.
Dick let himself be drawn over to her. Deftly Lori untied his pants. Dick
was already bare chested, and a moment later the baggy pants around his
waist dropped to his ankles. His penis sprang into the air, eager for
feminine attention. Below his testicles bulged like ripe coconuts. Lori
drew Dick's penis into her mouth. She mewed her delight as Dick's rod
settled itself on her tongue.
Willette looked up from Bob's penis. Her eyes were wide. Now it
was her turn to be jealous. "He hasn't come in four years," Willette said
softly. Lori sucked a moment more and then pulled Dick's penis from her
mouth. Dick didn't know whether to be happy or sad. Must he retain his
commitment to his wife's memory to never have sex again until he had
avenged her death? Both women before him were so beautiful, so young,
so naked...if a bit headstrong. As Dick felt Lori's fingers tighten around
his shaft he realized he might not actually be the one to make the decision
about having sex.
"Willette, dear, you really must go wash your face," Lori said,
looking down at her. "That's Aram's blood on your face, isn't it?"
"Yes," Willette breathed. "I bit off his penis."
"Well, go wash the blood off," Lori said. "We don't need any more
reminders of Aram. He's gone from our lives forever."
Willette rose. "What I really want is a bath," the blonde said. Lori
gave her auburn locks a toss.
"That's a capital idea," Lori said. "A bath for all of us! Gran'pa has a
big old claw footed bathtub in the other room that we can fill with hot
water and use to wash ourselves. We might even all be able to fit in at
once." Lori rose from her chair, causing Bob to have to sit up straight.
Lori gave Dick's erect penis a playful tweak with her fingers. Then she
helped Bob stand and took his hand. "We're lucky gran'pa outfitted this
place with hot and cold running water a few years back. Otherwise we'd
have to use his barrels of rainwater!"
"Um, I was wondering," Willette said as she took Dick by the hand.
The young Arab kicked off his pants, resigning himself to at least taking a
bath with Willette and Lori. "I noticed your gran'pa does have a TV,"
Willette continued, "but I can't seem to get MTV."
Lori laughed. "You want cable too? I suppose you want a stereo
hookup as well! No, my dear, this is an abandoned mountain cabin. You
must be expected to rough it a little bit. MTV will just have to wait until
we're sure we're not being tracked any more by New World Order."
The four of them headed from the room, all naked save for Lori, who
still wore pinstriped elastic shorts that looked a size too small for her.
They rode up on her legs, revealing the acclivity of her lower bottom with
her every step. In front her shorts billowed out before her thighs, as if to
make up for the shortage of material in back. Lori also still sported a pair
of high heels.
The bathroom proved to be a room with alabaster walls and a white
tiled floor. There were a few chinks in the tiles, but otherwise it was
surprisingly clean. In fact, it emitted a waxed glow.
"My, this bathroom is awfully clean for an abandoned cottage,"
Willette said.
"Oh, that must be Matilda," Lori said. "I didn't know she was still
alive. I should have guessed it, though, given the decent condition of the
rest of the cabin. Excuse me, dears, but I really must pee," Lori announced.
She shimmied her shorts down her legs and kicked them off. Dick turned
his face away as she daintily seated herself on the bathroom's sparkling
white commode. "Dickie, dear, I'm going to insist you not be so modest,"
Lori said. "Turn around, dear. I won't start peeing until you do."
"You American girls are too much," Dick said. Lori put a finger to her
eye as if to cry. Bob had sat himself on the edge of the bathtub and gazed
across his shoulder at her. Bob's penis stood out stiffly. He may have
still been aching from the beating he had received at the hands of New
World Order but his penis, at least, was ready for action.
"Bob," Lori said, pretending to sob. "Make Dick turn around. My
bladder will burst otherwise!" Willette giggled.
"Hey, I don't mind if you watch my wife pee," Bob said to Dick. "I'll
bet you anything as soon as she's through I'm going to be treated to the
sight of your girlfriend peeing."
"It's not what you choose to look at that disturbs me," Dick muttered.
Willette curled her hands around his penis.
"Dickie," Willette whispered. "As soon as Lori is through I'm going to
walk you up to the toilet and you are going to stand there while I direct
your pee into the bowl...or wherever else I might choose."
Dick turned and looked down at Willette. How could he hate a
beautiful young girl like this? Was it her fault America had become so
decadent?
"And then, Dickie," Willette continued, with a little gulp of modesty.
"And then you are going to sit me down on the potty and put your fingers to
my twat and direct my pee in return."
Dick lifted his gaze to Lori. The woman's breasts were heavy, as if
with milk. While Willette's were pert and stuck straight out of her chest,
Lori's were larger, and hung like two ripe watermelons just above her
ribcage. Beautiful as she was, Lori looked even more sensuous sitting on
the toilet in her high heels. Dick cursed his good fortune. Here he was,
trying to keep a commitment to his murdered spouse, presented by Allah
with two luscious, naked young women who seemed to have no
inhibitions...at least in front of him. Dick trembled. The sound of Lori's
pee hitting the water in the commode came to his ears.
"Dickie," Willette said. She cupped his testicles.
"Yes, dear," Dick breathed, his eyes fixed on Lori, who sat smiling at
him.
"Dickie, as a nurse, or at least as a pupil who's taken some classes
about the human body, I'm concerned about the health of your testicles.
They weren't made to store up semen for four whole years, you know. I
want you to promise me that you'll ejaculate tonight." Dick looked down
at Willette, at her arm that seemed ever eager to put a hand to his loins.
"Keep that up and I'm sure I will," Dick said to Willette.
"Well, let's pee now, and then we'll bathe together, and then I'll help
you relieve your poor testicles," Willette said.
"You have the most seductive little voice, you know that?" Dick said
to Willette.
"I'm glad you like it," Willette replied. She curled her fingers just
beneath the head of his penis and gave it a tug. "Come, Dickie, let's empty
your bladder first," Willette said. Dick put an arm around her waist and
they walked in lock step to the toilet, Willette's fingers all the while on
his penis. Lori rose and stepped aside. Then, as Willette brought Dick's
shins flush against the toilet, Lori began to caress Dick's buttocks.
"This is adult peeing, Dickie," Willette said.
"What's the difference?" Dick asked. His pee shot forth, and Willette
began to wiggle his penis, causing him to spray different parts of the
bowl.
"Well, when we're little, boys don't like girls and vice versa,"
Willette said. "Each of them simply pees by themselves. But when we
grow up we realize that it is much more fun to pee with somebody. So, as
adults, when we can, we always have a partner to share in our peeing.
And, of course, taking a shit is even more fun, because if you've got a
partner you don't have to wipe."
Dick threw his head back, relishing the feel of the girls' soft hands
on his penis and buttocks. He stroked Willette's lemon locks. "Your
partner wipes you, right?" Dick asked.
"Yes!" Willette cried. "And you can go right on reading the paper or
whatever while she does it. Once a boy told me his fantasy was to sit me
on a toilet and feed me strawberries and cream while I took a shit. But I
didn't like him, so I didn't do it." Willette turned to Lori. "Lori, do we have
any strawberries and cream here?"
"We could pick some," Lori said. "And Matilda has a cow. She would
probably love to make us some fresh cream."
"Who is this Matilda you keep speaking of?" Dick asked. With regret
he felt the last drops of his pee drop from his penis.
"She's an old woman who once was passionately in love with my
grandfather," Lori explained. "He had a fling with her, but then he
withdrew himself from her and never had anything more to do with her.
She, however, still loves him dearly. She still comes over here once in a
while, I guess, to clean the cabin. Gran'pa used to pay her to come over
and clean, even to cook for him sometimes. But that was as close as he
would allow her to get."
"Dickie," Willette asked. He looked down into her big blue eyes.
"Will you feed me strawberries and cream when I have to take a dump?"
"IÑI don't know," Dick replied, stroking her face. So youthful,
cherubic, still with the blush of youth in it. Yet so eager to spill forth the
most erotic suggestions. Dick felt Lori's hair brush down his back. A
moment later and her teeth were biting into his buttock.
"Yeeow!" Dick cried. "Okay! Okay! I'll feed her strawberries and
cream!" Lori lifted her teeth from his bottom and kissed it. Then she
stood erect once more.
"And not only that," Lori said. "If we get some champagne when
Willette's done taking a shit you're going to clean her bottom for her by
making her kneel in the tub and spraying it down."
"With champagne?" Dick asked, alarmed.
"Yes, Dickie," Lori said, cupping his balls in her hand. They felt very
heavy, as if thousands of offspring were trapped inside. "Willette will
kneel in the tub...with no water in it of course. She'll kneel like a doggie,
and you will spray champagne over her bottom to wash away any shit. And
if you want to be a true gentleman, you'll then lick the champagne off her
bottom so it doesn't go to waste."
"God, I feel like I'm in the pleasure dome in Saudi Arabia," Dick
shuddered.
"You know, you have excellent self control, Dickie," Willette
commented, still massaging his penis. "We've been teasing you like this
for some time now and you're still holding on quite well."
"Four years of practise," Dick said, his voice catching in his throat.
"Well, Dickie, you're in a much finer place than the pleasure dome in
Saudi Arabia," Lori said, "because we American girls know a few tricks
those Arab girls have never heard of, right Willette?"
"I'm sure we do," Willette said confidently. "When we love a man we
can be very inventive."
"A happy man has happy testicles," Lori cooed. "And testicles are
only happy when they get regular exercise, just like the rest of your body."
"I'm sure you're right," Dick said, putting a hand on Lori's head and
relishing the feel of her soft brown hair. The fact that it was tousled
from their adventures only made her look more alluring.
While the girls were indoctrinating Dick into American sexual
morays Bob had busied himself with the bath. He had drawn the tub's
water, adding a sprinkling of bubbles, which he knew Lori and Willette
considered essential. He had even hunted down a rubber duck. He had not,
however, thought to look for washcloths.
Dick walked away from the commode, now moving in lock step with
two females, one on either side of him. Both had their hands on his penis,
playfully fighting each other for control of it.
"All ready, honey," Bob said to Lori. He was standing, his penis
looking very long and hard. Willette and Lori's eyes travelled back and
forth for a moment from one man's penis to the other's.
"I wonder which one is bigger?" Willette said suddenly, speaking for
both women. Lori laughed.
"I was just thinking the same thing myself," Lori said. "Let's find
out." She put a hand to Dick's buttocks. "Now Dick, and Bob, I know you
two aren't gay or anything, but I want you to stand very close to each
other, until each of your lovely cocks touches the other man's stomach.
One of you, of course, will touch the other's stomach while the other one
can't. The one who can't has the shorter penis." Dick and Bob looked at
each other. Then, averting their eyes from one another's faces, they drew
close to each other. Willette and Lori pushed Dick's bottom forward with
their palms. "Stand very straight," Lori admonished. "No cheating by
leaning forward." Bob felt the tip of Dick's penis bump against his lower
abdomen. He had lost.
"Damn!" Bob swore. "I'm slightly shorter than you and, I guess, I have
a slightly shorter dick too."
"I'm not named Dick for nothing," Dick joked. Both girls giggled.
"Now let's see if we can guess which is thicker," Lori said. "Dick,
bend your knees a little, until the underside of your penis touches the
topside of Bob's." Dick bent his knees and Bob felt Dick's cockhead run
down through his pubic hair. Dick's penis came to rest against his own.
"Hmm, this is tough," Lori said aloud. She tried as best she could to
stick her head between the two men's chests. There wasn't enough room
for it to fit.
"I'll get down below," Willette offered. The girl knelt and scooted
between the two men's legs. Dick felt the tips of Willette's breasts rub
past his lower shin. Willette lay on the floor sideways, her body propped
on its side with Bob's legs at her back. Carefully Willette studied the
penises arrayed above her. She lifted her fingertips and gently
manipulated the skin of each penis. "I think Bob's might be slightly
wider," Willette said.
"Well, then each of you has won," Lori beamed. "I guess each of us
will have to try your penises to decide for ourselves which we like better,
length or width."
"Yes," Willette agreed, scooting back out from between the men. She
looked up at both of them, her bottom still on the floor's chilly tiles. "And
I have trouble making up my mind."
"You won't have to worry about me," Bob said. "I'll give you as many
turns as you need."
"And," Lori added. "The pussy must not be the sole means of
judgement. We girls will have to also see how you men feel in our
bottoms, our mouths, and, of course, our hands."
"How about between your breasts?" Dick asked. He stepped back
from Bob.
"You have a special fascination with my breasts, don't you?" Lori
smiled at Dick.
"They look like they could feed millions," Dick said.
"Bob keeps wanting to get me pregnant so he can suck milk from
them," Lori said.
"Oh! That's right!" Willette cried, putting a hand to her face. She
looked at Lori. "We haven't taken our Pills since we've been kidnapped."
"I hardly think that's going to restrain these two lusty boys," Lori
smiled. Bob stole behind her and closed his arms about her tummy. She
let her hands drift down to his hips.
Dick, perhaps sensing a moral justification for this decadent
sexplay, suddenly seemed more interested in Willette. He knelt down
before her, then sat his buttocks on the floor. Willette watched wide-
eyed as Dick extended his hand to her belly. His fingertips grazed its
sleek surface.
"So flat, so smooth," Dick breathed. "Yet one drop of sperm from me
could change all that."
Bob kissed Lori's cheek. She pressed herself back against him. His
rod found the crevice between her bottom cheeks. Lori leaned her head
back and rested it against Bob's shoulder. Her eyes turned their gaze
downward to Willette. The girl looked up at her.
"Let's get pregnant...together," Lori breathed. Her voice was
passionate. "We can have our babies together...we can even suckle each
other's babies." Willette shivered with desire at Lori's last comment.
Suckling each other's babies! And no doubt they would each share also the
feeding of Dick and Bob.
"Yes," Willette breathed in a hushed voice. Dick leaned forward and
kissed her on the cheek. It was just a light kiss, but Willette knew she
had found the key to Dick's love. Her lips opened and sought Dick's. They
joined in a passionate embrace.
"No, I must help you into the tub first," Lori was saying when
Willette's mouth finally broke from Dick's. "You're injured, dear, don't
forget."
"Spread your legs and you'll see just how injured I am," Bob replied.
Lori took his hand in her own and then cupped a cheek of his bottom with
the other. Bob stepped into the tub.
Bob turned to face Lori. He took both her hands in his own and held
them. Lori kicked off her heels with her toes and then stepped into the
tub. Her breasts wobbled slightly as she brought her feet into the water.
Dick and Willette sat watching, then they embraced for another kiss.
Their second lasted even longer than their first. As they kissed their
hands roved over each other's bodies, touching, feeling, finding the private
parts. Willette shuddered when they finally broke the contact of their
mouths.
"Hey, wouldn't you two lovebirds like a bath first?" Lori called out.
She was sitting in the tub with her back to Bob as he scrubbed it with his
hands. Willette and Dick stood as one. Willette peered down into the
water.
"It looks pretty full in there," Willette said. "But I know what we
can do!" She turned to Dick, her hands in his. "Let's just sit back down
beside the tub and give each other a sponge bath...without sponges, though,
since I don't see any." Willette looked around the bathroom. Her hair
streamed in long, soft streams as she turned her head about, gently flying
first one way, then the other.
"What will we use to wet each other?" Dick asked.
"Huh?" Willette said.
"What will we use to wet each other?" Dick repeated.
"I just remembered that with all our talk of shitting I forgot to take
a pee," Willette commented. "Be a gentleman and come and help me,
Dickie." Dutifully Dick walked to the toilet with Willette. They held
hands as they walked, like any couple strolling in the park would.
"They look so cute together," Lori sighed. Bob hummed his
agreement.
"Get up on my lap," Bob urged Lori. She turned her head to look over
the edge of her shoulder and lifted her bottom off the floor of the tub.
With a smile she settled her bottom on Bob's eager loins. He put his hands
to the outer curve of the cheeks of her bottom and spread them as wide
apart as he could.
"Better?" Lori purred.
"Mmmm," Bob said. Lori gave her bottom a wiggle. Bob resumed
soaping her, concentrating on the backs of her shoulders now, then moving
to her neck. Like him, Lori's hair was still dry. It felt soft against his
chest.
Bob had moved his hands to Lori's breasts and begun soaping them
from behind by the time Willette had situated herself on the toilet. Dick
stood over her, his penis sticking forth lewdly, two of his fingers down
between her legs separating the lips of her twat. Willette gazed down
between her legs and began to pee. The sound of her pee splashing in the
commode echoed in the tiled room. Lori felt Bob's penis give a jerk. Men
always were especially inspired by the sight of a girl peeing.
Dick and Willette walked back over to the tub. They walked in lock
step now, their arms about each other's waists. Dick presented two of his
fingers to Lori's mouth. "I got some pee on my fingers," Dick said to Lori.
"Lick it off." Lori looked at him with startled eyes. She made no move to
lick. Her lips, however, remained slightly parted. Dick pushed his fingers
forward and Lori tilted her head back, avoiding their advance.
"Yeah, honey, lick it off," Bob said. He was wriggling his hips
beneath her bottom now. Lori's lips parted slightly wider as her eyes
popped open even more. Gently Dick thrust his two fingers into Lori's
mouth. Lori sucked upon them.
"Don't swallow now," Dick said," stroking Lori's throat with his other
hand. "We Arabs gargle with each other's urine in the desert if we run out
of water. It's important to keep your mouth moist at all times." After
this little lecture he withdrew his digits.
Willette, remembering how Dick had said that he and she needed
something to wet each other with, had spent the last few moments
hunting for something to pour with. She hurried back from the kitchen
bearing a small porcelain pitcher. "Will this do, honey?" Willette asked
Dick.
"Sure," Dick replied. "Fill it up with water at the sink first so Lori
can rinse her mouth out."
"Okay," Willette said, and dutifully filled the small pitcher at the
sink. Then she brought it over to Lori and Dick made her pour water into
Lori's mouth.
"Swish it around," Dick ordered. Lori obeyed. Then Dick had her spit
the water out onto some potted plants that lined a shelf on the far side of
the tub. The plants' leaves glistened with her leavings, as if with drops of
dew.
Once more Dick had Willette rinse Lori's mouth, using the remainder
of the water in the pitcher. Then he took the pitcher from Willette and
instructed her to sit down with him.
"Wait!" Willette said. "The floor is cold. Let me get some towels for
our bottoms!" She hurried out of the bathroom. Dick admired her
retreating figure, her wiggling derriere, her long lightly tanned legs, the
hint of her breasts bouncing away on the far side of her torso.
A moment later Willette returned. She carried a folded pink towel in
one hand, and a folded blue towel in the other. "Pink is for me, blue is for
you," Willette said. She placed the towels right next to each other on the
floor. Then they took each other's hands and sat down on the towels.
Their legs intertwined, each putting the other's hips in a scissor like
embrace. Dick and Willette looked down. The head of Dick's penis was
only inches from Willette's slightly parted pussy lips. There was a drop of
pre-cum on the tip of Dick's penis.
Dick lifted the pitcher up and over the edge of the tub. Bob and Lori
sat watching them, Bob still kneading Lori's breasts with soap. Dick
dipped the pitcher in Bob and Lori's bath water, filling it. He drew it from
the tub and put it just above Willette's right breast. Bubbles floated on
the surface of the water in the pitcher. Dick began to pour. Willette
shivered.
Willette watched as the warm water spilled over her breast. Its
stream wetted just her areola, leaving the remainder of her mammary dry.
The water ran in a twisted rivulet over the declivous underside of her
breast. It continued on down the gentle swell of her tummy, pooling in the
curls of her pubic hair. Willette began to feel a wetness between her
thighs, as if she had peed in her pants.
Dick procured another bucket of water from the tub. He lifted
Willette's left leg. She kept it very straight. She leaned back, placing her
palms flat on the tiled floor to support herself. Dick began pouring once
more, first on her tummy, then guiding the stream down until it
surrendered its final torrent right in Willette's pussy.
"Now it's my turn," Willette said. She took the pitcher from Dick.
Daintily she lifted it up and over the rim of the tub. Bob and Lori still
watched, but now Bob was standing and Lori was soaping his stiff cock
and balls.
Willette drew the pitcher from the bath. With her free hand she took
the head of Dick's cock twixt two of her fingers. Then she began pouring,
spilling the water down onto the stem of Dick's rod. She guided the
stream first up his stem, then back down. The water that was not
splashed away by hitting Dick's rod curled down around his shaft to drip
off the underside.
Willette procured another pitcher of bathwater. This she poured
over Dick's chest, watching as the stream wet selected portions of his
matted chest hair. Another pitcherfull was spilled over his shoulders.
Then another, though she could not see too well from where she was
sitting, over his broad back.
"Hey, you're getting more turns than I did," Dick said, grabbing at the
pitcher.
"Dickie!" Willette cried, but Dick prised the pitcher from her grasp.
Willette pouted and contented herself with putting her hands to his penis.
Dick refilled the pitcher.
Dick angled the pitcher over Willette's back. Willette smiled and
leaned forward. She turned her head to look over her shoulder, but then, on
a whim, closed her eyes. She arched her back forward, at the same time
bulbing out her bottom as much as she could. Dick glanced down at
Willette's breasts. Her new position made them dangle slightly, as if she
were offering them to newborn lambs. Dick began to pour.
Willette shivered as she felt the warm water from the pitcher
stream down her back. It ran between the slightly parted cheeks of her
buttocks. Willette leaned forward more. The flow of the water ran down
between her cheeks and over her virgin anus. Would semen wet her there
soon? She hoped so. Perhaps Lori would show her how first by doing it
that way with Bob.
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