Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 68 Tuesday August 1, 1995
alt.stories.erotic alt.sex.stories
D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
watermelon moon
Part Eleven
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Eight
Dessert took on the ambiance of a wedding reception. Each couple
instinctively took one large slice of pie for itself. Then Dick and Willette
each shared one slice, while Bob and Lori did the same.
Dick admired the curve of Willette's breasts as the girl bent forward
to fork herself another bite of pie. Her bosoms were like grapefruit.
Succulent fruit hanging ripe, tempting sweaty, sun-burnished field hands
to pick and savor them. Willette's shoulder rubbed up against Dick's chest.
"I'llÑI'll do that," Dick said. He speared the piece of pie for Willette
and brought it to her lips. Laying her own fork aside, Willette opened her
mouth and let Dick slip the pie inside. She chewed it gracefully, lifting
her eyes to gaze into Dick's. Dick raised a hand and flicked open several
buttons on Willette's shirt. The upper half of the shirt fell open to reveal
Willette's nipples.
Without missing a beat, Willette cut a chunk of pie for Dick. She
lifted it with her own fork to Dick's mouth and placed it upon his tongue.
As Dick chewed the pie he lifted a hand to palm one of Willette's tits.
Across the table, Lori's shirt, which had never been buttoned up as
far as propriety would have dictated, lost a bit more of its modesty. Bob,
following Dick's lead, loosed the middle buttons of Lori's shirt, creating
an open vee in the garment that ran down to Lori's belly. Lori's tits
tumbled past the garment's retreating halves to jiggle freely in the open
air.
Dick pulled a whole, ripe cherry from the remains of the slice of pie
that sat before him. He lifted it with his fingers to Willette's lips. He
popped it inside. "Here, you can have this cherry," Dick murmured to
Willette. "I'll take your anal cherry in return." Willette's eyes widened.
Dutifully, however, she swallowed the cherry Dick had made a special gift
of.
Dick rose. His chair made a clattering sound as it was roughly
pushed back. There was a very distinct protuberance in the front of his
trousers. Daintily, her eyes lowered to Dick's waist, Willette lifted her
fingers and undid the draw string which held up his pants. A moment later
Dick's pants slithered unhampered down his hairy legs. Bob glanced at Lori
and saw the woman gazing at Dick's penis with intense interest.
Willette leaned forward. She popped the head of Dick's penis into
her mouth. Gently she sucked upon it. Her cheeks assumed a concave
appearance as she put as much suction as she could muster on Dick's
cockhead. Lightly her fingernails ran up and down the underside of Dick's
shaft.
"You can do the same to me, you know," Bob commented to his wife,
interrupting her reverie. Lori put a hand to Bob's crotch and squeezed his
penis through the fabric of his pants.
"Please, dear, this is Willette's special moment," Lori whispered.
"Let me go help her." Bob looked surprised, but raised no protest. In
response Lori got up from her place and walked over to Willette and Dick.
Lori took up a position between the two lovers, right where
Willette's mouth met Dick's penis. Lori stood, one hand resting on
Willette's head while the other found its way to the small of Dick's back.
After watching a moment, Lori asked Willette, "May I help you?"
Willette drew her mouth off Dick's cockhead. She looked up with big,
innocent eyes. "Yes, please," Willette breathed. Lori's hand slipped down
to touch Dick's bare buttocks.
Willette seemed unable to decide what to do next. She sat sideways
upon her chair at table, her shirt open revealing her lovely titties. There
was a gloss on her lips where Dick's pre-cum had anointed them. Lori
reached out with both her hands to Willette. The blonde lifted her wrists
and let Lori take them. Willette stood.
Lori urged Willette from the table and sidled around the blonde to
clasp her from the side. Dick moved in and embraced Willette from the
opposite side. Together the threesome began to walk in lock step toward
the bedroom. Bob rose and followed.
Candles were lit in the bedroom by Lori as Willette kneed her way
onto the bed. The blonde crawled forward to the headboard and placed her
face squarely in a pillow there. She arched her bottom high as Dick
mounted the bed behind her.
Dick put his hands to the cheeks of Willette's bottom. He caressed
them. Willette shivered. Lori slipped onto the bed and, to Dick's surprise,
placed a riding crop in his hand. "She must be warmed up first to make her
more easily take your cock," Lori murmured to Dick. Willette overheard
and glanced back over her shoulder. The blonde bit her lip as she realized
what Dick held.
Dick's eyes met Willette's. The blonde's eyes seemed to fight the
idea of a whipping, yet she moved not a muscle. Her delectable body
remained in a tight servile crouch, bottom high, head down. "IÑI'll try to
be as gentle as possible," Dick said to Willette.
"No, you must not be gentle," Lori interjected. The woman touched a
finger to Willette's derriere and traced an imaginary circle there. "Not
cruel either, of course, but stern enough to impart such sufficient heat to
Willette's bottom that she longs for anything but the crop, even if it
means having your dick up her ass." Lori let her nail insinuate itself
between the cheeks of Willette's bottom, right where Willette's anus lay.
The blonde's nether cheeks twitched as she felt the tip of Lori's sharp nail
touch her most intimate orifice. "Willette may think she's ready for butt
fucking," Lori continued, "but her bottom cheeks will not truly relax until
they've been switched." The very end of Lori's nail dug just a trifle inside
Willette's sphincter, as if to pry loose some dry piece of excrement.
"Were you to take her now, she'd be so tight your penis might harm her.
After the switching, though, her rectal muscles will relax just enough to
permit you a safe and exhilarating entry."
"Sounds decent to me," Dick said. He lifted the crop.
"Be gentle Dick!" Willette cried, and buried her face in the pillow,
muffling the last syllable of her imprecation. Lori eased herself forward
on the bed until she could comfortably place a restraining hand upon the
back of Willette's head.
Dick gazed at Willette's perfectly white rump. The rising moon
peeped through the window. An adventuresome beam of lunar light struck
Willette's snowy rear, giving it a celestial gleam. "Have at it, boy!" Bob
cried to Dick. Bob had both his hands in the front of his pants and seemed
to be waiting for an incentive to begin masturbating. Setting his jaw,
Dick put a hand to his own penis. Then he brought the riding crop down
firmly on the bottom of the woman he loved.
Willette's bottom reared like an unbroken colt's at the first strike.
Lori shoved both her hands atop Willette's head and kept the blonde's face
from rising. Again the crop came, and once more Willette met the blow
with a muffled cry and a valiant, if impulsive, attempt to sit up. More
strikes followed, each leaving a bright red mark upon Willette's bottom.
Bob had fallen backward into a chair and torn open his pants for better
access to his member. Dick, meanwhile, though cursing himself for doing
so, rubbed his penis with his free hand. Lori, meanwhile, was too busy
keeping Willette down to interfere with the men's self-pleasure.
Again and again the crop came, until suddenly Dick could not bring
himself to strike again. He threw the crop aside. Whether his change of
heart was due to pity for Willette's bottom or the need to plunge inside
her was unclear, perhaps even to Dick himself. He prised Willette's
bottomcheeks apart with his palms. Willette's anus presented itself to
his view and Dick thrust his cockhead against it.
"Whoa, cowboy!" Lori cried, looking up. "You've got to be oiled before
you can go in there." Lori leapt from the bed and went running to the
dresser drawer for a bottle of salve.
"Bob!" Lori cried, seeing her husband. "Stop masturbating! You're
next, right after Dick! If you lose your seed beforehand I'll take the riding
crop to you!" Lori clambered back onto the bed and wet her fingers with
oil.
"Hmmm, I might enjoy having a crop on my butt," Bob said, squirming
his hips. He was still masturbating.
"Men!" Lori said, using the gender description as an epithet. At the
head of the bed Willette was sobbing now. She had put her hands to her
face and her whole body shook with each sob. But she remained in her
crouch, ready for reaming.
Dick bit his lip and shuddered as Lori's expert hands began oiling his
dick. The act itself of preparing his penis for pleasure was a major trip in
itself. Dick still found himself enthralled with Lori. She seemed a
mother-in-waiting, a young woman who only needed the addition of a
man's sperm to bloom into the nurturer of babies that God seemed to have
specially created her to be. Willette still gave off the appearance of a
young girl, insouciant, innocent, inviting. Willette needed training in love,
but Lori was already fully versed in the morays of the bedroom. Lori
needed babies at her breasts and a man's protective embrace, in Dick's
eyes. He vowed to give her womb another fucking before their little group
parted company.
Lori withdrew her hands. Her eyes met Dick's. Did she nod slightly?
Dick needed no further incentive. His cock thrust forward into the
moonbeam that still shone on Willette's bottom. He prised apart
Willette's cheeks once more, and Lori's hands came to Willette's derriere
to help. Dick pressed the head of his cock to Willette's nether orifice. His
thighs flexed and Willette gave a little cry. Dick pushed again and felt his
cockhead sink inside Willette's rectum. The girl gave a loud scream.
"Are you okay?" Dick asked Willette. His penis arched out of
Willette's bottom like some homeless carrot. Willette sniffled and
nodded. She returned her face to her hands. Dick grasped her hips and
proceeded.
In, in, in went the penis, with gentle little thrusts. Dick knew this
was Willette's first time, and he wanted to enter her as painlessly as he
could. Willette thanked herself for choosing such a gentleman to make her
introduction to the adult uses of the rectum.
Dick gazed down at Willette's bottom. The moonbeam was rising
now, its light leaving her rump behind. When first it had graced her she
was as unblemished as untrodden snow. Now her ass was a welter of red
stripes, with a penis splitting it right in two. Dick grazed his fingertips
across Willette's left cheek. The girl shivered at his touch, even as she
cringed under the invasion of his prick. Dick assured himself that her
bottom was merely marked; no welts, no bruises, no lines that threatened
to raise blisters. Given a day, the stripes would vanish. But Willette's
anal virginity would never return. The thought made Dick's balls roil with
the need to release.
Dick shut his eyes tight and tried to hold back his seed. He gasped as
he realized success, but could feel that his balls would demand release
again at any moment. Next time he knew he would be unable to deny them.
Dick began to thrust in and out of Willette as gently as he could. He still
could not get all the way up her, and he dared not pull back so far that his
dick popped out of her. Instead Dick contented himself with partial
thrusts, pulling back a bit, then pushing forward once more. Next time
he'd give her a more vigorous fuck. But this time she needed as gentle an
introduction as he could provide.
As Dick dwelled on the tightness of Willette's ass his balls clamored
once more. There was no way to suppress them this time. Dick drew in a
breath and thrust forward as far as he could. Willette squealed at the new
depths he achieved as suddenly his hot cum spurted even farther up her.
Dick began a series of rapid thrusting motions as his precious semen
flooded Willette's bowels. Lori had to throw both legs over Willette's
head and press her pussy to the back of the blonde's mane to keep the girl
from rising.
Willette screamed into her pillow as her final ability to withstand
the onslaught to her bottom broke. She had endured the whipping, the
initial splitting of her peach, the easy thrusts that impaled her more and
more with each new movement of Dick's hips. Now Willette let all her
emotions rush forth unhampered. She fought to rise from the bed and
thrust her bottom back in repeated attempts to get up. Did she know her
efforts were utterly futile? Did she suspect that the rearward movement
of her derriere only emphasized Dick's thrusts? Her screams said she did
not, but the pleasure which raced through Dick's loins as the young female
fought him told him perhaps she did.
With a loud groan Dick finally gave up his assault on Willette's
bottom. He collapsed backward, only to see Bob scramble over him. Lori's
husband had spread oil over his own dick already, and he was eager to at
least finalize the breach of Willette's cherry.
"Hey! Are you sure she can take any more?" Dick asked Bob as the
man pulled wide Willette's cheeks.
"It's no different than if you'd staved off ejaculation a bit longer,"
Bob said, and pushed the head of his cock into Willette's rectum. "Mmm,
nice and warm," Bob said, caressing Willette's striped cheeks with his
hands. Lori remained firmly atop Willette's head, preventing the girl from
getting up.
Bob plunged his dick like a dagger into Willette's bottom. Her rectal
sheath was coated with semen now, making his entry easier. There was
less need for gentility, though Bob did seem to give some consideration to
Willette's newness to the sport. Thrusting more vigorously than Dick had,
yet with a gentleness in his eyes that signalled his intention not to harm
her, Bob speared the blonde with his manhood. Willette's bucking slowed,
perhaps the girl was beginning to get sore and had realized that further
movement of her hips would only accentuate the soreness.
Bob came about a minute later. No doubt Willette silently thanked
Bob for having masturbated himself, lest he have kept his pestle at her
longer. Lori slipped from the bed and hurried from the room. Dick was too
spent to attempt to ask the woman what she was up to. Bob was giving
his final thrusts to Willette. Then he pulled his limpening penis from her.
Willette knew not what to do. Her body continued to quaver as she
remained crouched upon the bed. Her bottom felt like it was on fire. And
it felt as if a hot poker had been thrust up her rectum. Suddenly a squeal
came to Willette's ears and she heard the pop of a cork. A moment later a
spray of icy champagne hit her bottom.
Willette arched upward, throwing her head forward on the bed. Yet
some instinct told her to keep her bottom aloft. The cooling draught of
champagne, shocking in its coldness, felt delicious upon her derriere.
Willette looked back over her shoulder, biting her lips, her eyes wide and
tear stained, and watched as a shower of champagne cascaded over her
ass.
Lori passed the still spewing bottle to Dick and slithered forward on
the bed to Willette's head. "Congratulations, darling, you're a full fledged
woman now," Lori cooed to Willette. She stroked the blonde's hair.
Willette let tears run silently down her cheeks.
Chapter Nine
Some time later Willette was sitting up. Her bottom felt both a
glow of sensual warmth and the ache of soreness, of untried parts
reacting for the first time to a new experience. Lori sat behind her on the
bed, brushing her long longs. Lori cooed of past experiences she herself
had undergone, of men sharing her bottom and using her naval to extinguish
their cigarettes.
Willette gazed up at the moon through the bedroom window. It was
nearing fullness now. "Do you think we're pregnant?" Willette asked
softly.
"I'm sure we will be by the time we leave here," Lori murmured.
Willette felt the woman's voluptuous cleavage brush her back.
"I still want to fuck you between those breasts of yours," Dick
breathed at Lori's shoulder.
"Not until you've done my pussy a few more times," Lori breathed.
"You're going to be the Godfather to my little baby, you know." Her voice
was sensual.
"Or the father," Dick said.
"Bob fucked me first," Lori said. "If after that God wills that your
semen should be that which actually impregnates me, so be it."
"Mmm, I love it when you talk religion," Dick said. He caressed Lori's
shoulders.
"It is the woman's duty to obey the man," Lori cooed, knowing her
words delighted Dick, much as she might disagree with them. In response
she felt Dick's penis bump her bottom as he spread his legs about her
waist. A moment later he was straddling her ass, with his cockhead
wiggling against the crevice of her bottom. Lori leaned forward to flick a
strand of hair from Willette's face and felt her butt cheeks spread. Dick's
cockhead opportunistically buried itself between her cheeks. When Lori
sat up again she was host to a delectable knob that pressed right against
her anus.
"I heard a woman once had a baby come out her rectum," Dick
breathed to Lori.
"Oh, don't be silly!" Lori laughed.
"It's true," Dick said. "That's how Hatam was born."
"Sure," Lori said. "I'll bet you don't know a thing about Hatam. Not
one thing!" Dick cupped Lori's breasts from behind. Lori put her hands
around Willette's torso and cupped her breasts in turn.
Willette felt tired. She wanted to sleep. Yet here she was, once
more involved in an erotic tableau. Willette glanced in a mirror and saw
Lori lean back and rest her head on Dick's shoulder.
Bob came forward. He sat on the bed facing Willette. "Don't tell me
you want to join in too?" Willette asked Bob.
"Mmmm, most assuredly I do, especially when my wife is making
free with your fiancee," Bob said. Lori must have overheard and approved
for she lifted Willette's breasts in offering to Bob. The man happily bent
forward and began suckling. Willette tossed her head back. She lifted a
hand and let it fall upon Bob's head. She meant to push him away from her
breasts but found herself stroking his hair instead. Her eyes caught sight
of the moon once more. Watermelon moon, but not split in half like before.
Now it was big and fat and heavy and ripe. Within it lay the new moon that
would take its place.
"How long must we stay here?" Willette asked Lori the next morning.
The two women were bathing privately, at Lori's suggestion. The men
were out cutting wood.
Lori sat facing Willette, her fingers stroking the insides of the girl's
thighs. Each of them sat before the other with legs straddling the hips of
the other. Through patches in the bubbles on the surface of the water Lori
could catch glimpses of Willette's lovely little pussy.
Willette felt Lori's fingers draw near to her secret spot. Her own
hands were sliding up Lori's inner thighs; though not, she thought, with the
same air of anticipation which Lori possessed. Was Lori a lesbian?
Willette considered this a moment as Lori's fingers found her oyster. Her
pink oyster. Her oyster that might birth a child before the year was out.
Willette trembled.
"I would say we should just stay here until our money runs out," Lori
said. "I'm sure you've already been reported as missing, and Dick's
employer knows he had to run for his life. I'm just a housewife, and
although Bob and I were kidnapped without warning I'm sure he can repair
any damage that's done when he gets back to his department." Lightly Lori
stroked Willette's labia lips beneath the water.
Willette touched Lori's pussy. She felt uneasy doing this, yet a
special thrill. She had never been this intimate with another female's
body. Cautiously she began returning Lori's favor to her own pussy with
her fingers. "Mmm, good," Lori said, restraining a shiver. "Make yourself
ready for the men when they return. They will be lusty, their cocks
straining for reward after their labor in the woods." Lori's words excited
Willette. She trembled anew.
"Do you think New World Order will eventually drop our trail?"
Willette asked, trying to change her thoughts to a more sober subject.
"Oh, I'm sure of it," Lori said, smiling.
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