Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 65 Saturday July 29, 1995
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D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
watermelon moon
Part Eight
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Six
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?"
"IŅI 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.
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