Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 79    alt.sex.stories  

D R E A M G I R L S  S T O R I E S
watermelon moon
Part Twenty-Two
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Sixteen
  
         Sandy wriggled her bottom over next to Angel's.  She reached up and 
grasped the neck of Angel's robe on either side.  "Let me see if you have 
any scars," Sandy said quietly.  Angel watched as, seemingly in slow 
motion, her robe was shorn from her shoulders.  It fell about her waist.  
Angel looked down at the quivering, naked cones of her breasts.  Sandy 
reached for the belt knotted at Angel's tummy.  She untied it.
         "You're worried if I have scars?" Angel asked.  She had a look of 
girlish inexperience on her face.  She felt a sudden, growing sense of 
terror.  Sandy pulled open the robe at her crotch, exposing her blonde muff.
         "Lovely," Sandy said, running her slim fingers up Angel's lightly 
tanned hip.  She traced a line across the white band of flesh where Angel 
normally wore bikini panties.
         "Don't worry, we'd never scar you, but other people might," Rick said 
reassuringly.  He scooted himself close to Angel.  
         "Stretch out your legs, let me see if you have any strawberries," 
Sandy said to Angel.  
         "You mean from falling?  When I was a little girl?" Angel asked, even 
as she obeyed.  Sandy ran her fingertips over her knees.
         "Nothing," Sandy said.  "How lucky.  Roll over, let me see your 
bottom."  With some trepidation Angel complied.  With wide eyes she 
looked back over her shoulder as Sandy ran her fingers along the smooth 
white cheeks of her naked bottom.  Rick ran a hand up her back.
         "I don't see a single mark," Sandy told Rick.
         "Neither do I," Rick breathed.  His voice seemed to catch in his throat 
as he spoke.
         "May I see your anus?" Sandy asked Angel.  The blonde remembered 
being told by friends how all the boys and girls enlisting in the Army were 
made to bend over so a doctor could examine their anuses.  
         "Yes," Angel breathed, her voice almost a whisper.  She was pleased 
to find herself so perfect in their eyes...in Rick's eyes.
         "Nice and tight, hmmm?" Sandy asked her husband, spreading Angel's 
asscheeks with her thumbs.  Rick leaned over Angel's bottom.
         "God, how do you shit through that little pinhole?" Rick asked.  He 
seemed breathless.
         "IÑI don't know.  Can I sit up now?" Angel asked.
         "Have you ever been fucked up your butt?" Sandy asked Angel, as if 
asking the girl her grade in school.  Her hands massaged Angel's nether 
cheeks.
         "NÑNooo," Angel said.  Her voice trailed off to an inaudible whisper.
         "Sit up, I have something for you," Rick ordered.  Angel complied, 
happy to put her bottom back underneath her.  Rick presented her with a 
black, ruby studded collar.
         "I'd like you to wear this," Rick said.  Angel gave her head a little 
toss and said nothing.  Rick put the collar to her neck.  He fitted it.  He 
locked it with a key.  Sandy put a hand to Angel's breast and stroked it.
         Rick rose, leaving his bathrobe behind.  Angel couldn't help gasping 
as she saw his naked frame for the very first time.  His penis stuck 
straight out like a rod of iron.  Underneath his balls looked very full.  He 
gazed down at Angel with eyes that seemed to take on a glare of sterness.
         "MayÑMay I ask you something?" Angel said meekly, afraid to meet 
Rick's eyes.
         "Okay," Rick said.
         "DidÑdid you, um, did you fuck Sandy in the shower?" Angel asked.  
She blushed even as the question left her lips.
         "You mean, did I come?" Rick asked.
         "Yeth," Angel lisped.  Rick bent down and lifted one of Angel's little 
hands.  He put it to her testicles.  She let the tendrils of her fingers clasp 
his sack.  He stood erect once more, releasing his hold on her hand.
         "Does that feel like I came?" Rick asked.  Angel gave his balls a 
little squeeze.
         "Noo," Angel breathed.  Sandy cuddled close to her.  She let her robe 
fall from her shoulders.  She undid her belt and pushed her robe open to 
reveal her nudity.  Sandy took one of Angel's nipples between her fingers 
and tugged on it.  "WhyÑwhy didn't you come?" Angel asked Rick.
         "Do you wish I had?" Rick asked.
         "Noo," Angel breathed again.  "Are you sure you shouldn't have?  YouÑ
You look like you're about to burst!"
         "He does look like he ought to come, doesn't he?" Sandy asked Angel.  
She ran her fingers over the gentle swell of the girl's belly.
         "Yes," Angel breathed.  "You should empty him more often."  Knowing 
her mother would certainly disapprove, Angel let her fingers slip upward 
to tickle the underside of Rick's shaft.
         "Some men need more than just a shower to come," Sandy breathed.  
Her breath wafted hot across Angel's diminutive shoulder.  The young 
woman's fingers explored Angel's pretty blonde bush.
         "YouÑyou should give it to him...whatever he needs," Angel said.  Her 
fingers ran along the length of Rick's cock.  She clasped his head twixt her 
fingers and lifted it to get a better look at his nuts.  Rick, guessing 
Angel's intent, shifted his legs wider apart.  His hands rested easily on his 
hips.
         "I thought you said you were glad I hadn't come," Rick said to Angel 
with a note of amusement in his voice.
         "IÑI'm glad I got to see your balls," Angel said.  "My boyfriend, I mean 
my ex-boyfriend...he's got nothing on you.  But I think perhaps they need to 
be emptied a little."
         "What Rick needs now is to see you restrained," Sandy said softly.
         "Oh!" Angel said, pulling her hand away from Rick's loins.  Her warm 
little hand remained poised in mid air.  She had misinterpreted Sandy's 
words.
         "Restrained as in leather...you know, straps and chains, like I had to 
be," Sandy whispered into Angel's ear, but loudly enough for Rick to hear.  
Sandy gave Angel's ear a little lick.
         "Oh," Angel said.  As if to ward off an attempt by Rick to restrain her 
she returned her hand to his pulsing shaft.  It seemed to have grown even 
bigger in the last few seconds.  
         Rick reached behind him to feel along the mantelpiece above the fire.  
He tossed a pile of coiled ropes down to Sandy.  They were white.  There 
were two.
         Sandy scooted behind Angel.  Grasping Angel by her forearm, she 
drew the girl's hand from her husband's penis.  Angel sat quietly as her 
arms were drawn behind her.  She felt Sandy tie her wrists together.  Then 
her elbows were drawn as close as possible to one another.  Angel felt her 
breasts pop out with the new posture.  She glanced down to see her erect 
nipples wiggling in the cool air.  The half of each of her breasts facing the 
fire felt warmer than the halves facing away from it.
         "Please stand," Sandy said.  Angel rose.  Meekly her eyes met Rick's.  
He stepped up to her and kissed her full on the lips.  Angel felt herself 
swooning as the kiss lasted.  Rick's hand slipped from where it had come 
to rest on the small of her back down to her bottom.  His other hand grazed 
the front of her left thigh.  Up it traveled, toward her juncture.  Angel felt 
as if her breasts, lifted and forced outward by her bound elbows, were 
making some divine offering to this man.
         When the kiss finally ended Angel's eyes opened upon Sandy.  The 
woman stood nude before her, holding a pair of red leather boots.  "I want 
you to put these on," Sandy said.  Rick's fingers left off their roving in 
Angel's pubic hair.  Angel stepped forward, Rick's hand giving her bottom a 
little push.  Sandy set the boots down on the floor.
         Angel pivoted around to stand behind the boots.  Her bare feet felt a 
chill against the hard polished wood of the cabin floor.  Daintily she lifted 
the first of her feet.  It slipped down inside the red leather sheath.  Sandy 
held her from behind to help her maintain her balance.  A moment later and 
Angel stood in boots that came up over her knees.  The spikes on their 
heels must have been at least five inches long.  Angel gave a little shiver.  
Sandy caressed her shoulder.
         Rick had procured a leash for himself and he walked forward and 
snapped it onto the front of Angel's collar.  He let it dangle down between 
her breasts.  Angel looked down at it.  Its end flicked against her naval.
         Sandy's hands drifted down to Angel's bottom as she stood between 
the couple.  Angel felt proud, like an object on display that had nothing to 
hide.  "Your skin is flawless," Sandy whispered.  "Is your bottom cold?"
         "A little," Angel said.  "It's cold in here when you're not near the 
fire."  The bearskin lay in front of her, the fire beyond.  Rick's body blocked 
much of the heat from the flames as he stood admiring her.
         "Rick, she needs her bottom warmed a little," Sandy said softly.  The 
big man walked forward.  Angel gulped.  Had she let things go too far?  
Rick took her by her upper arm.
         "Come over here to the chair," Rick said.  He drew her close and 
together they walked the several steps to a fully cushioned Cromwellian 
chair.  It had no arms.  
         Rick sat down and pulled Angel over his lap.  The blonde found 
herself staring at the floor.  She prayed she would not fall, hit her face on 
its hard surface.  Sandy stood over her and lifted her bound wrists.  They 
were pulled as high in the air as possible, leaving her bottom utterly open 
to Rick's desires.  He caressed the silky curves of her nether cheeks.
         "When's the last time you've been spanked?" Rick asked Angel in a 
low voice.
         "Never," Angel breathed.  "My mommie didn't believe in them."
         "And you had no father, did you?" Rick asked.
         "NÑNo," Angel whispered.
         "Have you ever been a naughty girl, all the same?"  Rick asked.
         "YÑYes," Angel said.  "But mostly mommie never found out."
         "I see," Rick said, his throat seemingly constricted.  "What if she 
asked you if you'd done wrong, though?"
         "I lied," Angel said.  "I was the baby of the family.  I got away with 
everything."
         "If you had a daughter do you think it would be proper to just let her 
get away with being naughty?" Rick asked.
         "No," Angel said.
         "Well, I think your daddy wouldn't put up with such shenanigans if he 
were around, and neither would I," Rick said.  "I think perhaps as practice 
for the child Sandy and I want to have I'm going to give you a little 
spanking.  You certainly sound like you deserve one."
         "ButÑbut I don't want one," Angel said.  Saliva drooled from her 
mouth as she spoke.
         "What is that, are you drooling on my floor?" Rick asked.
         "Um, yeth," Angel said.
         "Is water good for wood or bad?" Rick asked.
         "Bad," Angel said.
         "And that's what you are," Rick replied.  With a loud clap his open 
palm came crashing down upon Angel's upturned bottom.  Angel's head flew 
up.  She let out a howl, more spittle flying from her mouth.  Down came 
Rick's hand again, forming red splurges where it landed.  Up then down 
again it came, and once more.
         "Do you think that's enough?" Rick asked Angel.  Uncaring she let 
herself drool upon his floor.  She felt tears welling up in her eyes.  Sandy 
reached out and she felt the woman's long nails flick her flesh as Sandy 
rubbed her suddenly hot bottom.
         "I don't know," Angel said, her voice breaking into a blubber.
         "I think my floor has had more than enough," Rick said, looking down 
at the little puddle that had formed beneath Angel's face.  "I want you on a 
bed, where your drooling and crying won't damage my hardwood floor."  He 
hoisted Angel up off his lap and together they stood.  Sandy turned away 
and walked over to her open kitchen.  A pot of coffee sat brewing on its 
formica bar.
         Rick rubbed Angel's hot bottom with his calloused palm.  With his 
other hand he held her upright by her shoulder.  "I'm going to let the heat 
subside in your bottom," Rick breathed to Angel.  "I want it to be totally 
white again when I take a riding crop to it."  
         "WhÑWhy?" Angel asked.  The intent of her question was not entirely 
clear to Rick.  Beyond Sandy filled a porcelain teacup with hot coffee.
         "Because its time you grew up a little," Rick said.  Sandy walked 
over to her.  The woman's brown hair streamed over her shoulders in long, 
lustrous waves.  Her hips swayed in their nudity.  Her pubic mound seemed 
to invite exploration.  
         "Here, drink this, you'll need the caffeine," Sandy said to Angel, 
putting the cup to her lips.  Angel sipped from its edge.  Rick put his hand 
to Angel's chin and widened her mouth for her.  Sandy poured in the hot 
fluid and Angel drank all.
         "I'll have to pee soon," Angel said as she felt the hot coffee settle in 
her tummy.
         "We all will," Sandy smiled at her.  "That can be fun too."  Angel 
wondered at the woman's words.
         Rick and Sandy each took Angel by an arm and led her toward the 
bedroom.  Angel began to visibly tremble.  She found Rick a very handsome 
specimen of masculinity, but she feared what he (and his wife!) might do 
to her.  Suddenly Sandy and Rick stopped walking.  Sandy turned to Angel 
and regarded the girl.  Their bodies were very close.  Sandy's eyes seemed 
to have a warm, caring tenderness to them.
         "Don't be frightened," Sandy said.  "Rick loves you.  He told me as 
much," Sandy said.  Angel's wide eyes darted to Rick.  He smiled and 
nodded.  
         "Aren'tÑaren't you jealous?" Angel asked Sandy in a quavering voice.
         "Of course," Sandy said, taking one of Angel's erect nipples between 
her nails.  "But it's part of my training.  I must not view Rick's other love 
interests with jealous eyes."  Sandy put her lips close to Angel's teat.  She 
extended her tongue and let it swirl about Angel's nipple.  Then she drew 
the entire bud into her mouth, sucking upon it as if upon the stem of a 
cherry.
         Angel felt her entire breast tingle with the ache of arousal as Sandy 
tweaked her nipple with her tongue.  But a question made itself felt in the 
back of her mind as she watched the woman.  A troubling question.  More 
troubling even than the thought of a riding crop on her bottom.  "AreÑare 
you a lesbian?" Angel asked Sandy, her voice almost a whisper.  
         "No, of course not," Sandy said, raising her face from Angel's tit.  A 
string of saliva briefly connected her lips to the girl's nipple, then broke 
as Sandy spoke.  "But Rick has trained me to partake of the charms of the 
female form.  Didn't you know every man lusts to see two females at play?  
Especially after he's given them all the semen he has to offer.  It makes 
him happy to think he can still pleasure us by making us love one another."
         Angel's body shivered.  "You're so tense," Sandy cooed, stroking 
Angel's shoulder.  "I know you're not just shivering from the cold, are 
you?"
         "No," Angel breathed between teeth which chattered lightly.
         "Is it the thought of having a riding crop taken to your bottom?  Is 
that what makes you tremble so?" Sandy asked.
         "Y-Yes," Angel shuddered, though deep down she knew it was even 
more than that.  It was Rick, with his massive prick even now only inches 
from her little pussy.  As if to emphasize his presence Rick put a hand to 
Angel's bottomcheeks and squeezed them.
         "Don't worry, I'd never do anything to harm you," Rick said 
reassuringly.  "But I do think you could use some experience, don't you?  It 
seems to me nobody's taken the time to teach you hardly anything."  Rick's 
words were obtuse, but Angel knew at what they drove.  He intended to 
make her his Pet, to inculcate into her all the various forms of lovemaking 
that a girl of tender years was required to know before she could truly 
call herself an adult.  Angel bit her lip and nodded.  No words were needed.
         "This way," Rick said.  With mincing steps Angel walked between 
Sandy and Rick.  Each held her by one of her arms.  Her breasts jutted out, 
as did Sandy's, toward their destination.  Rick's penis also pointed the 
way.
         A canopied bed was the centerpiece of Rick and Sandy's cabin 
bedroom.  A multi-tiered bedskirt re-emphasized the height of the bed.  A 
step-stool of twin wooden steps sat along the side of the bed, at its foot.
         "Mount," Rick said to Angel.  He drew a riding crop from an armoire.  
Angel felt like a horse as she regarded the steps, Rick's crop just behind 
her.
         "Wait!  I want to fix her makeup," Sandy announced.  Angel silently 
breathed a word of thanks to the woman for postponing her moment of 
judgement.  Sandy fished a little kit from the drawer of a bedside table.  
Happily, her nude body moving in a svelte, carefree manner, Sandy trotted 
over to Angel.  She began by adding definition to Angel's mouth with 
lipstick.  Then she touched up Angel's light coating of eyeshade.  Blush for 
Angel's cheeks followed.  All the while Rick stood just behind, his crop 
twitching by his side.  Angel felt a sense of power grow within her.  That 
big man, with his big balls and big dick, having to wait for her while Sandy 
did her makeup!
         Finally the task was finished.  Sandy drifted back and smiled.  "You 
look absolutely adorable," Sandy said.
         "She looked adorable before you started," Rick said impatiently.
         "Now Rick," Sandy said with a beguilingly testy air.  "A girl wants to 
look her very best on occasions such as this."
         "Get on the bed," Rick said to Angel.  His crop swatted his own thigh 
with a loud crack.  For all the reaction Rick gave to the sting of the crop 
on his muscled thigh it may well have been a butterfly landing there 
instead.  
         Still trembling slightly, Angel put the heel of her boot to the first of 
the steps.  Then, with seeming infinite slowness, her other heel rose up to 
light upon the second step.  Angel felt the bulbing of her bottom as she 
mounted.  Its glossy white surface almost begged a man to see if he 
couldn't bring some color to its cheeks.  Angel glanced back over her 
shoulder, giving a little flick to her hair as she looked behind her.  "Please 
don't whip me too hard," Angel said in a seductive little voice.  Did she 
really mean to sound that sexy?  This was going to hurt, after all!
         "I won't do you any harder than I need to," Rick said.  Angel turned 
back to face the bed.  Just how hard did Rick "need to" do her?  Her shaking 
increasing once more, Angel put the first of her knees onto the bed.  Then 
the other.  Her bare bottom stuck out invitingly, daring Rick to begin 
hitting her at once.  With measured movements Angel kneed her way to the 
head of the bed.  Even as she did so she heard Rick mounting behind her.  
Angel reached the head of the bed and admired the carved wooden pillars 
which held the canopy aloft.  Would her wrists be tied to them before 
long?  Would she want them to be?
         "Put your head in the pillows," Rick said.  Obediently Angel dropped 
her face onto the pile of pillows before her.  Her bottom stuck up in the air 
like an apple requesting an arrow.  
         Rick ran the crop across the skin of her bottom.  Would he peel it for 
her?  Surely he would not be that harsh!  Angel trembled, causing her 
bottom to wiggle in the air.  Spittle pooled in the corner of her mouth and 
threatened to stain the pillow.
         Sandy kneed her way onto the bed and stuck a baby's pacifier into 
Angel's open lips.  "Bite on this," Sandy said.  "If you're unused to 
whippings even this moderate one might cause you to bite your tongue."  
Angel sucked upon the pacifier as Rick tormented her with caresses of the 
crop upon her upturned peach.  How different the crop would feel upon her 
in only a few moments!  Now its leather ran lightly over the polished 
surface of her bottom, as if to give it an extra gloss.  To bring out the full 
luster of its whiteness before turning it to red.
         Sandy kneed her way down to Rick.  She curled her fingers around his 
iron dick and began messaging it.  With her other hand she lifted Angel's 
wrists off her back.
           Rick raised his hand.  He held the crop high.  Angel squeezed her 
eyes shut.  Her teeth bit down hard on her pacifier in anticipation of the 
first stroke. 

D R E A M G I R L S  N E W S

SUMMER OF LOVE ENDS
by Andrew Roller

         School is starting again so, obviously, I will not be able to post 
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