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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
DESIRE ISLE
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Chapter Eleven
"Are you decent?" Rob called out gallantly.
"In a manner of speaking," came the girls' petulant reply. Rob opened
the bedroom door and invaded their sanctuary. Amidst the plush, ornate
furniture of the bedroom the girls stood in their bikinis.
"Well, what do you think of your little presents?" Rob asked. Candy
tugged at the seat of her bikini bottom.
"Mine doesn't cover my bottom at all," Candy whined. Rob strode
around behind her and solicitously inspected her heinie.
"My, I guess the French tailors must have made a mistake in the
measurements," Rob said.
"Our bikinis come all the way from France?" Melanie asked. She
wriggled as she attempted to get more of her own derriere within the seat
of her panties.
"Yes, they were prepared while we slept and Fed. Exed over," Rob
replied. "Why do you think Renoir had you measure each other last night,
for his lewd enjoyment? No, it was so these might be purchased for you,
from the finest swim shop in Paris. Although, (and here he walked around
behind Melanie) I dare say, it won't be so highly regarded once word gets
out of this mistake!"
"Come on," Melanie said. "You ordered these specially made this way.
Mine doesn't cover my bottom any better than hers does. And look at our
bras." With a plaintive look Melanie lifted her long-nailed fingertips to
the cones of her breasts. Her areolaes were encased in the cups of her
bra, but little else.
"Well, the French have never been known for their modesty," Rob
mused. Renoir entered the room.
"My, you girls look like you just stepped off a beach in France,"
Renoir said with an admiring grin.
"That's the problem," Candy replied.
"Did I hear you complaining of the bras?" Renoir asked. He lifted a
hand to Candy's nearest bra cup and slipped a finger beneath it. He tugged
at the fabric, testing its resiliency. "Truly, I have seen bra cups twice as
small as this! Look, at least half of the cone of your breast is covered,
and that is the part that matters, is it not? So what if the base of each
breast is left bare? See how white the skin is there. You could use a tan."
"All of me is white when it comes to my breasts," Candy said.
"So now, if you play in the sun long enough, only the tips of your
breasts will be white," Renoir replied. "Rome wasn't built in a day."
"If it wasn't for stupid American laws we could go topless," Melanie
said with a sophisticated air.
"Would you enjoy that?" Rob asked, touching a finger to the slim tie-
back that held up her top.
"No, that's O.K.," Melanie said, shrinking back. "Bottomless is enough
for me." She turned about and walked away. The cheeks of her bare
bottom jiggled whitely as she walked, mooning all who cared to look.
Melanie stopped in front of a mirror and picked up a wooden hairbrush. She
began running it over her lustrous mane. Rob, watching, dreamed of other
uses the brush might be put to.
Renoir was still parlaying with Candy. "My, you two are quite
modest, for a pair of whores."
"We're not really whores," Melanie said, turning about to face her
companions once more. Rob drifted toward her. A bulge had grown in his
pants, at the crotch. "We're just pretending to be."
"Well, will you accept pretend money then?" Renoir asked. He still
was lightly fingering the edge of Candy's bikini top, along the side of her
right breast.
"No," Candy said firmly, her voice high-pitched but resolute. She
presented the palm of her hand. "It's time you paid up for your night of
fun, making us do all those naughty things. $5,000 each!" Renoir looked
down at her open palm and gave a sigh.
"Between those mini-purses you girls sport and your little bikinis, I
hardly think you'd have any place to put such a sum as that," Renoir
protested.
"That's our problem," Candy replied. In the background Rob brushed
up against Melanie. He passed an arm about her slim shoulders and let the
protuberance in his crotch brush against her thigh. Melanie looked up at
him with wide eyes as he slouched his large frame about her, perching his
butt on the countertop that ran beneath the mirror behind her. She felt
helpless in his grasp.
"I only have pennies," Renoir continued, to a muted howl and a pout
from Candy. "Ah well, I see it's no use," Renoir concluded with a diffident
sigh. "I shall fetch the cash."
Melanie squirmed as Rick's hot breath fell on her cheek. She twisted
her hands, the hairbrush still between them. "And how much will you
charge for a day at the beach?" Rob asked.
"Well, I guess we could go for free," Melanie peeped.
"Nothing doing!" Candy said, spinning on her heels. She padded with
firm feet across the thick pile carpet to where Rob was encroaching on
her friend. "For you the price will be even higher, $10,000!"
"For each of you?" Rob asked with a gasp. Was it feigned or real,
Melanie wondered. Candy placed her hands on her hips. She gave her head a
toss, flinging back her long red hair.
"We're expensive," Candy said. "Especially for guys who can't keep
their hands to themselves." She let her eyes fall to Rick's enlarged crotch
in a meaningful way.
Renoir re-entered the room with a briefcase. Both girls turned their
gaze to him as he set it down on a dressing table with a thud. He sprang
the lid, and both girls gasped. Inside were stacks of dollar bills, each
neatly bound. Renoir wrenched the briefcase upward. The cash spilled out
of it onto the carpeted floor. "Here you are girls, $100,000," Renoir said.
"Take as much of it as you can carry."
Dazedly, as if in slow motion, Candy and Melanie advanced with awe-
struck eyes toward the pile of dollars. When they reached it they sank
down onto the deep rug. Oodles of money lay before them, much more than
they had ever seen in their entire life! Each stack of bills was crisp and
new. Candy lifted a stack and ripped off its protective band. She rifled
the bills. She looked at Melanie, and they shared a smile. A gurgle of joy
rose in each girl's throat. "We're rich!" the girls cried.
Rob and Renoir stood admiring the scantily clad girls as they played
in the dollars. Lovingly Candy and Melanie ran their hands over the bills.
Candy ripped open several more stacks. Melanie pitched forward and began
trying to swim in the money. She kicked up her heels. "Look! I'm Unca
Scooge!" Melanie cried gleefully to Candy. Unlike the Disney duck,
however, Melanie's nearly-bare bottom made for a much more delectable
dip. Renoir and Rob exchanged glances.
Renoir cleared his throat, interrupting the girls' reverie. "Girls," he
said, as they looked up at him. "Rob would like to go to the beach now. I
believe he's paid in advance?" Candy stuffed a wad of $100 dollar bills
into the abbreviated cup of her bikini bra. The nylon bulged out, looking as
if it had been stuffed by a girl who didn't realize her breasts were already
quite big enough. The mound of bills left the bra cup even less able to
cover her flesh.
"Stuff your bra, Melanie!" Candy crowed. "Today I'm going to the
beach loaded!"
"Mmm, think of all the ice cream we can buy!" Melanie agreed,
imitating her friend by padding out her own bustline with cash. Renoir and
Rob exchanged glances as they watched the girls. Surely this delightful
scene was worth every penny! Their bras loaded (indeed, overloaded!) the
two girls began pushing wads of bills into their teensy bikini panties.
"Now I know why you men made us put on panties that are too small,"
Melanie said ruefully as she stuffed as many bills as she could behind the
strip of fabric that covered her asscrack. No doubt her panties could have
held several grand more if only they'd been bigger! Candy stuffed handfuls
of bills down the front of her bikini bottom, where the freshly minted
bills' sharp corners tickled her pussy.
"At least this money is clean," Candy said.
"Yes, its all been laundered," Renoir said with a wink to Rob.
The girls looked like cartoons of greed as they were lifted to their
feet several minutes later by the men. Longingly they gazed down at the
money that remained, but knew they could carry no more. Their bikinis
were insanely distorted by the loads of cash.
"Uh, I don't think we can go to the beach looking like this," Melanie
said. Rob and Renoir each chuckled.
"How do you know you actually got your full fee?" Renoir asked.
"There's still a lot of money left on the carpet."
"Hey, that's right!" Candy cried. "We may have more than $20,000 on
us, Melanie, but we may not either! These are only hundred dollar bills!"
Rob had stepped back to the closet and returned with Candy's mink coat.
She was clutching a pile of money in each arm, so he just draped the coat
over her small shoulders. Then he stepped around in front and silently
buttoned the coat up.
"A little Eskimo. A wealthy little Eskimo," Renoir observed of Candy
when Rob had finished securing the mink around her. The sides of the coat
bulged out from the money. Candy's arms were concealed inside.
Fashionably, the mink had no pockets, so using it to carry even more money
was out of the question. "You girls can count your money back at your
hotel room," Renoir said. "If you're short, we'll make up the difference. If
not, keep the change." Melanie was outfitted in her mink in turn. Then Rob
fetched new heels for the girls, which he said had been sent along with
the bikinis.
"Heels? We're going to the beach!" Melanie protested as Rob fitted
her feet first. The pumps did fit perfectly. Her measurements must have
been taken from the shoes she wore up to the suite.
"You do not like them? They were made by hand," Renoir said.
"No. I mean, yes, I like them!" Melanie said, stepping from one foot
to another now that both her feet were ensconced in the new heels. "It's
just that, well, I should be wearing sneakers or something!"
"This is a private beach we'll be going to," Rob said. "You'll find that
the normal conventions and restrictions don't hold sway there."
"Oh, great! It's a nudist beach!" Candy said, rolling her eyes.
"How gauche," Renoir observed. "We would never be so blatant."
Melanie looked at Candy. Rob fitted the redhead with shoes of her own.
Candy's eyes met Melanie's. Well, they had been paid, and very handsomely.
If they wanted to earn their living as tarts, they'd best learn to put up
with men's odder requirements.
When both girls were shoed they were escorted out of the penthouse
by Rob and Renoir.
Renoir stopped at the door. Candy turned about, followed by Melanie.
"Aren't you coming?" Candy asked. There was a doleful sound to her voice.
After a night of giving him pleasure, she had come to like the older man.
Melanie too seemed sad.
"No girls," Renoir said. "I have other business to attend to now. But
Rob will keep you company." Both girls still stood staring at him, like
rabbits caught in an open field. Renoir leaned forward and pecked Candy on
the cheek, avoiding her pouty, willing lips. He did the same to Melanie.
Then he drew back, stepped beyond the threshold of his suite.
"Come girls, surf's up!" Rob said pleasantly. The girls let their
attention slip momentarily to Rob. Behind them Renoir closed his
apartment door.
As the girls went clattering down the front steps to Renoir's
townhouse they saw two young women step out of a cab. The females,
also dressed in minks, breezed past them. Both Candy and Melanie turned
about to see the women slip inside the building. Candy and Melanie each
let out a little gasp. Those women--there could be no doubt! They were
whores just like themselves, albeit more experienced.
In the cab Candy asked Rob, "Those women we passed...Going in as we
came out...They were headed for Renoir's suite, weren't they?"
"I haven't the slightest idea," Rob replied, a touch of a smile curling
the edges of his lips. He was flanked by either girl on the back seat of the
cab. Easily he lifted his arms and placed one around each girl. "Renoir
doesn't keep me apprised of all his little affairs, you know." Melanie felt
like grabbing Rob by the crotch and forcing him to answer. But, as her
heart beat faster, she already knew what Rob would not say. By now the
women were already disrobing, displaying their charms to Renoir. He
could afford to have a new pair of whores entertain him every day, every
evening. Melanie's eyes caught Candy's. They had been used, mere
playthings, and when Renoir tired of them he had cast them aside for new
toys. It was what they wanted...to be whores. But they felt a strange
emptiness inside.
Back at the hotel room the girls cast off their minks and proceeded
to dump their dollars out onto the floor. Then both girls sank down onto
the carpet and happily began counting their money as Rob looked on.
Rob sat in an overstuffed chair, lazily puffing on a cigarette, nursing
a scotch which he had procured from the girl's wet bar. It was delightful
to watch as the girls unburdened their bikinis of the bills. He felt almost
as if Candy was pulling the money straight from her snatch, and, for all he
knew, she was. Melanie tired of trying to yank all the money out and, first
casting a disapproving glance at Rob, she then simply shucked off her
panties and let it all fall out. Then, kneeling on the rug, her bush boldly
displayed, she thrust forward her boobs and reached behind herself,
popping her bra. The skimpy fabric retreated up her chest, held in place
now only by a string tied behind her neck. Out from underneath the
springing cups of her bra poured a cascade of money. Melanie was too
eager to count the money to worry about the drawstring behind her neck.
She let the cups of her bra dangle uselessly between her breasts as she
set about counting her booty.
"Let's divide it equally," Melanie chirped to Candy. "It's getting
mixed up already."
"Okay," Candy said and, taking her cue from Melanie, stripped off her
bottoms as well, then released her bra. Counting aloud, the girls began
piling up stacks of money. When they were done, they had $32,700. "Not
bad," Candy observed. "At least we came out ahead."
"I would have liked to have had the entire $100,000, though," Melanie
said. "Next time a man pays me to visit his penthouse I'm going to wear
clothes with lots of pockets, and bring a purse as big as a suitcase!"
"Rob, what's half of $32,700?" Melanie asked.
"Oh, about $21,000," Rob said airily.
"No it's not," Candy said testily, knowing Rob was only trying to
confuse them. "It's exactly $16,350!"
"Well girls, why don't you take a quick shower to get all that green
off, and then we'll go to the beach?" Rob asked. He was speaking
metaphorically, of course, but the girls did feel like primping a bit before
taking off again.
"You can wait outside now," Candy said to Rob, pointing. "Now that
you know we didn't try to cheat you when we counted the money."
"Very well," Rob said with a sigh. He stood. From the inside breast
pocket of his suitcoat he drew a pile of teensy fabric. "When you have
showered, I want you to dress--in this." He plopped the collection of
strings and bits of material on a nightstand. The girls gaped at the stuff.
It was obviously a new pair of bikinis, even smaller than the ones they had
worn before.
"We'll see about that," Candy said. Neither she or Melanie did
anything more than gaze open-mouthed at the tiny outfits. Then both girls
turned and trooped off to the bathroom. "Outside!" Candy hissed, turning
back toward Rob when she and Melanie had reached the bathroom that
adjoined their bedroom. With a soulful look in his eyes, Rob made for the
girl's bedroom door. As he excused himself from their bedroom he heard
their bathroom door, on the other side of their bedroom, shut tight. A
moment later he heard the sound of a shower being turned on.
After what seemed an inexcusably long time (at least to Rob, who
was sporting a noticeable bulge in his trousers), the girls' bedroom door
opened. To his surprise Candy and Melanie each stepped into the living
room totally naked. Their hair had been neatly combed and coiffed. Their
makeup, though they hardly needed any, was perfect. Their skin shone
from their bath. They were already wearing their new pumps, which
arched their heels five inches into the air. As for their even newer
swimsuits, they held these in their hands, bra in one hand, panty in the
other. "Rob, what is this?" Candy asked. "The bra hardly exists, and the
panties, well, they're weird."
"Maybe you should fit us into these yourself. Especially the panties,"
Melanie said in a voice that was softer than Candy's, and almost seductive.
"It would be my pleasure," Rob said, rising from a chair where he had
been impatiently waiting the return of the girls with a copy of Forbes.
The magazine, with all its 20th century wisdom on the highest of man's
material endeavors, was cast aside like so much flotsam for more
important matters.
Rob took the tiny bra from Candy's fingers, admiring her pink
cleavage, hating to cover it up. He had her turn about and then fitted the
bra to her boobies, carefully insuring that it did in fact manage to cover
her areolaes. The bra cups were composed of two tall, very slim triangles
of material. The base of each triangle cut straight across Candy's bosoms,
just below her nipples. The apex of each cup touched the very point where
the top of her bosom joined with her upper chest. Why, one would wonder
(as no doubt Candy did) would the triangle stretch so high, yet be so
skinny? It seemed a silly misuse of material. Rob, however, did not seem
to find his purchase lacking in the least. He turned Candy around again and
stood admiring her for a moment. Then, licking his lips, he accepted the
panties from her hand and knelt to fit her into those as well.
The panties were most unusual. At first glance they might seem like
any ordinary panties worn by girls at the beach. There was a string that
encircled the waist, which had to be tied at either hip. But then, running
from the front of the "panties" to the back, there was only a soft, velvet
rope. There was no seat to the panties, to cover a girl's bottom cheeks.
On either side of the rope in front there was a small swath of triangular
material, which served to cover (most) of the hairs of one's pussy. It is
important to note that the triangles of material were on either side of the
rope. They did not cross over it.
Rob had Candy lift her legs one at a time so that he could slide the
panties up them. The drawstrings had been pre-tied, but when Rob had
hoisted the panties as far as they would go he undid each tie in turn and
then retied it, very tightly. The effect of this was to pull the velvet rope
deep into Candy's asscrack. Also, the rope had managed to wedge itself
within the folds of Candy's pussy. Already Candy could feel that her every
movement would cause the rope to briskly rub her clitoris. Candy gave a
little shiver. The panties were not much different from the ones she had
worn before; a wedge of material covered her pussy in front, behind her
bottom was left bare. But the feeling of these panties! Could she really
stand to wear them? They were sure to send spasms of pleasure coursing
through even the most hard-hearted of Puritans that put them on. Now she
knew the purpose of the panties, a purpose she had only guessed at before.
Candy watched as Rob turned his attention to Melanie. The one consolation
she had was that Melanie would be suffering right along with her. And she
was sure Melanie would be even less able to cope with the outfit.
"I hope this is a very private beach," Melanie said a few minutes
later as the true import of the panties became apparent to her. Rob gave a
vigorous upward tug on the panties, causing Melanie to squirm visibly.
"Private enough," Rob said, and planted a kiss on one of Melanie's
jutting bottom cheeks. Rob stood. As the girls watched, he undid the
leather belt of his trousers. He pulled the belt from his trousers and
draped it about his neck. Then he unzipped his pants, and let them drop to
the floor. To the girls' surprise, he wore boxer swim shorts underneath.
The girls smiled, giggling. "Let's go!" Rob said.
The girls made to run to their bedroom to fetch miniskirts and T-
shirts. Then they stopped. They would have to walk, and slowly, if they
didn't want to orgasm. And neither girl was ready for that. With ginger
steps, the velvet ropes rubbing their clittys all the way, they walked into
the bedroom and got their clothes. Rob, staring after them with
admiration, called a rental company for delivery of a Wrangler jeep.
The girls' cut-off T-shirts fluttered alluringly in the breeze as Rob
whisked them in his jeep toward the beach. Candy sat in front, her T-shirt
flipping up occasionally to give a passing car a view of her abbreviated
bikini bra. Melanie sat in back, the passion that the velvet rope was
daring her with every minute concealed by sunglasses. Melanie's lips,
however, were wet, and she licked them often. Below, where the rope lay,
a micro-sized mini-skirt barely covered the tops of her thighs. Melanie
wished she had rummaged in her things longer for a more concealing skirt.
The one she wore was almost useless. If she spread her legs, the skirt
rode even higher, giving an unrestricted view of her panties. If she closed
her legs, she squished the velvet rope deeper into her. Candy, perhaps by
design, was attired no more conservatively. Her lips looked wet too.
The beach was small and secluded. It consisted of a sandy shore
interspersed with slabs of flat, smooth rocks. Beyond lay a miniature
lagoon, which in places offered itself up slowly to a sinking shoreline and
which elsewhere simply abutted the shore, as the air might abut the top of
a cliff. The cliff parts were obviously for putting in boats, while the
gently sinking shore was for wading out to bathe. In the distance a
waterfall, no doubt as man-made as the rest of the place, tinkled its
offering of jewelled waters into the pool. Palms and shrubbery
surrounded all, save for a narrow opening at the very farthest point of the
pond, where the rumble of the distant ocean, in all its natural glory, could
be heard. Occasionally a particularly large set of breakers from the ocean
beyond would cause little wavelets to ripple across the diminutive bay.
Rob had driven the girls through a gate with a Hispanic guard to get to the
beach. The guard had only admitted Rob after being shown a plastic I.D.
card.
Several other couples lounged about the private waters. Melanie
wondered if any of the other women sunning themselves on the sand had
their pussies threaded by velvet ropes. Reluctantly Melanie and Candy
shimmied out of their micro-skirts. Thus denuded, Melanie gazed at the
beach once more, still ensconced, for at least a few more seconds, in the
relative privacy of the jeep. She felt like a little rabbit gazing from the
entrance to her burrow.
"C'mon, girls!" Rob called. He was behind the jeep now, unloading
stuff off its back. Candy kicked open the passenger door and stepped out.
Melanie followed.
Heads bowed shyly, Melanie and Candy glided down the beach to the
water's edge. They unfurled their towels as Rob made to set up a beach
umbrella. Melanie turned her head to see a young brunette woman with a
gorgeous figure sauntering toward her. Her tanned, golden body was
adorned with a jet black bikini. She wore a slide triangle top, similar to
Melanie's but with bigger cups to more fully conceal her bosoms. A thong
bottom, similar to the brazilian "U" bottom but without the back panel,
rode her hips. Upon her ears, when her mane of hair permitted it, the sun
glinted off golden gothic Circle earrings. "Hi, my name's Veronica. I don't
think I've seen you here before," the brunette said when she had closed
with Melanie. Her voice was whispery soft, like the breeze blowing
through the long-leafed palms.
"Uh, we're new here," Melanie replied. Rob looked up from where he
was impaling the sand with the umbrella.
"Hi Robert," Veronica called, giving a light wave with her hand.
"Hi!" Robert replied with a savvy grin. "How do you like my new
friends?"
"Very nice," Veronica said, passing her eyes over Melanie and Candy.
"A bit young, though, don't you think?"
"No," Rob said. "I don't." And he went back to his task of
establishing his umbrella on the beach.
"Well, any friend of Robert is a friend of mine," Veronica said, and
opened her arms to embrace Melanie. "Welcome to the grotto!" Melanie
received Veronica's hug warmly. As she was embraced, however,
Veronica's right hand deftly darted down her back and slipped around to
the front of her bikini. Deftly Veronica's slim fingers took hold of the
front panel of Melanie's bikini and tugged it upward. The velvet rope set
snugly betwixt Melanie's love lips rubbed across her clitoris. Melanie
gasped with pleasure.
The embrace done, Melanie and Veronica's bodies drew back a few
inches from one another. Melanie gulped, her eyes fixed on Veronica's. The
woman's gave no hint of what she had just done. Melanie stepped back, and
Candy innocently drew close to embrace Veronica in turn. Veronica turned
on Candy and gave her a similar hug, with the parting tug on her bikini
bottom. Candy too gasped.
By now Rob had planted his umbrella firmly in the sand. "How do you
like the girl's little outfits?" Rob asked Veronica, stepping up behind the
girls.
"Cute," Veronica said. "And no doubt useful. Perhaps you'll dress me
in one like that someday."
"I'm sure that could be arranged," Robert replied with a nervous
cough.
"We're about to have a picnic. Would you like to join us?" Veronica
asked Rob and the girls. Melanie and Candy looked at each other, then back
toward Rob as he replied,
"Why not?" Together they strolled across the hot sands, Melanie and
Veronica walking very daintily to keep from tripping in their heels.
Veronica wore flat, slightly elevated sandals, Rob wore zories.
In the semi-shade of a beach umbrella several of Veronica's friends
were laying out cold cuts and chilled, fruity wine coolers. Melanie and
Candy exchanged smiles and knelt on the blanket. Two other women were
present, along with two men. One of the women wore a Bandeau top plus a
swim skirt with nothing underneath. The hemline of the skirt was ragged,
as if it had gotten that way by years of wear in some tropical jungle. No
doubt, however, it was fresh from the bikini shop. Along the sides the
skirt was very short, while in front and back it flared downward to at
least give some pretense of modesty. She introduced herself as Diane.
The other woman, introduced as Sherry, had dispensed with a top
altogether. Her firm breasts, evenly tanned, jutted forth in twin cones of
firmness. Below her waspish waist a skimpy side-tie thong was all that
covered her there. Over her head, however, she had tied a scarf. It was a
shocking juxtaposition, the conservative, autumn weather scarf matched
with the stringiest of topless bikinis. In such company Melanie felt
obliged to pull off her T-shirt. Candy must have felt it too, for in unison,
without any prodding, they both pulled off their cotton tee tops.
Underneath their little micro-bras, now on display, were a match for any
garment in naughtiness. Melanie felt the men's eyes drawn to her bosoms
and blushed slightly.
"Cocktail?" Diane asked with practised diffidence.
"Yes, thankyou," Melanie whispered, accepting a glass. Candy
received one too.
"To our new friends, Candy and Melanie," a man, named Brent,
announced, playfully lifting his glass high. The toast was acceded to and
everyone supped. A pleasant conversation, downed with ham sandwiches,
followed. The surrounding bathers, of which there were very few,
clustered just far enough away from each other to ensure their privacy for
whatever enjoyments might come to pass. Voices drifted across the
water, broken up by sudden hillocks topped with grass. Occasionally a pair
of naked bosoms bounced in the distance, soon to disappear behind the
screen of an umbrella. Whoever designed the place had made effective use
of the limited space he had been given.
As the meal progressed Sherry took an interest in Melanie and
Candy's bikini thong G-strings. Accordingly, Rob made the girls sit flat on
their bottoms and stretch out their legs, spreading them in wide vees.
"How interesting," Sherry said admiringly. Cocktail in hand, she knelt
between the girls. Delicately she took hold of the front panel of Candy's
bikini bottom, along its side. Gently she moved the panel up and down,
causing Candy to moan. Sherry then placed her glass on the beach blanket
and took hold of Melanie's bikini bottom at the same time. In unison she
moved the girls' front panels up and down, causing the girls to sigh and
blush. Sherry's naked jugs wobbled as she aroused the girls.
"May I try?" Diane asked, not actually waiting for permission. She
nudged Sherry aside and took her own turn at manipulating Melanie and
Candy's thongs. Diane's fingers brushed up and down in Melanie's pubic
thatch as she worked the G-string. Candy too suffered the touch of Diane's
fingers within the curls of her pubic hair, just as she and Melanie had
suffered a similar intimacy with Sherry and, earlier, Veronica. Melanie
licked her lips.
"Gosh, both of you look flushed," Sherry commented, peering over
Diane's shoulder.
"Some sherbert might cool them down," Veronica said, sitting on the
other end of the blanket. Melanie licked her lips again. She had always
liked the taste of sherbert, especially lemon lime.
Sherry fetched sherbert from a cooler. Opening the package, she
dipped in a scooper and brought forth a big ball of sherbert. Just as
Melanie was wondering where the bowl was from which she would eat the
icy confection, Diane pulled open the top of her bikini thong. Sherry
plopped the sherbert right into the front of Melanie's bikini panties.
"Oooh!" Melanie cried, eyes bulging. Before she could protest Candy
was accorded the same "treat."
"There," Sherry said, closing up the package of sherbert. "That
should keep you nice and cool for awhile." She placed the package back in
the cooler as unselfconsciously as if she had just served kindergarteners
a favorite snack. Diane smiled warmly at the girls, hands at her sides
now, like a mother beaming proudly at her children.
"Let's have some cherry pie," Brent said, and unceremoniously
stripped off his swim trunks. A hardy 10" erection sprang forth. Melanie
felt her eyes widen in surprise. The other man, named Mike, whipped off
his swimsuit too, as did Robert. All three males sported penises fit for a
donkey.
Veronica produced a cherry pie, warm from a portable oven.
"Careful, the filling might be hot," Veronica warned, as Brent stabbed the
center of the pie with his penis. Up came his rod a moment later, coated
with cherry goo and sprinkled with bits of crust. Brent had given a slight
grimace as his rod lewdly speared the pie, but apparently he had found the
heat within manageable. Each girl was required to partake in the obscene
feast by bending over and extending her tongue and licking the cherry goo
from Brent's prick. Melanie succumbed with the greatest reluctance, her
only consolation being that the penis in question was certainly worthy of
any female's oral attentions. Mischievously Melanie attempted to make
Brent come as she licked him, but he seemed impervious.
Naturally the other men, equally well endowed, were eager to get
into the act. Robert was invited to go next, and he drove into the pie
eagerly, like a young boy attempting his first pussy. Melanie and Candy,
being Rob's newest friends, had first dibs on his dick. Feeling silly and
excited at the same time, Melanie shared Rob's cherry coated penis with
Candy, licking it at the same time as she. Rob dove into the pie again, and
served himself up to Sherry and Diane and Veronica, all three vying for a
lick. Mike was next, and this time Melanie found herself licking him with
Sherry. One of the woman's warm, naked breasts brushed Melanie's arm
repeatedly as they feasted.
When Melanie sat back to rest from her labor, Mike's dick shining
cleanly as if coated with baby oil, she became conscious once more of the
wetness between her thighs. The rapid transition from the experience
with the sherbert to the denuding of the men's loins had made her
temporarily forget the plight of her pussy. Melanie looked down as
modestly as she could, and pulled open the front of her bikini thong. Inside
was a half melted clump of sherbert, dwindling rapidly to sticky, flavored
water. Melanie was still looking at it when Brent appeared beside her and
bent over her waist. He pulled the top of her bikini thong farther out and
stuffed his mouth down inside it. Melanie began to shake all over as Brent
slurped up the sherbert. His long tongue delved down between the lips of
her pussy, giving her a very thorough washing. With glazed, passionate
eyes Melanie turned her head to see Candy being accorded a similar
treatment by Rob. Veronica, Diane, and Sherry looked on. Uninhibited,
Sherry had placed a long-nailed finger upon her own swimsuit and was
massaging her clitty through the fabric. Veronica must have seen Sherry
masturbating, for the next moment she gently lifted up Diane's swim skirt
and began to finger Diane's spot. Diane sighed and smiled approvingly at
Veronica. She placed a palm on Veronica's shoulder and then rested her
cheek upon it. Then she extended her hand and touched the front of
Veronica's thong bikini.
Soft moans, as of doves giving birth, soon mixed with the hot, still
summer air. Melanie tossed her head back and shifted her hips forward,
naughtily spreading her thighs to their maximum extent. Candy did the
same. Sherry was looking down now, eyes on her still-covered clitty as
she did her best to produce a wet spot upon the front of her panties. At
least she had the decency to keep her fingers out of her bikini. Not so for
Veronica and Diane, who now had their little swimsuits pulled down just
enough to give them easy access inside. The upper portion of each girl's
pubic thatch was visible for anyone who sauntered by to see. Veronica and
Diane's pleasure had become fairly frantic. It was as if they considered
themselves at some sort of feminist lesbian revival. Their moans became
more guttural.
"Enough!" Rob announced suddenly. With bleary eyes Melanie looked
over at him. He had left Candy bereft and was sitting back on his heels,
back erect. Impulsively Candy put a hand to her swimsuit where Rob's
mouth had been only moments before. "No," Rob said, staying Candy's hand.
"You will come at my command, not yours." With a pout Candy pulled back
her hand. Melanie's fingers, stroking her tummy on their way to her own
unfulfilled nest, went no farther. Melanie looked down at Rob's penis, then
Brent's. She had never seen such rock hard erections. There was a dollop
of pre-cum on the tip of each. How could they restrain themselves,
Melanie wondered. They must have wills of iron.
Rob and Brent had to physically pull Veronica and Diane apart. Both
girls groped for each other as they were separated. Diane's hand needed
several hard slaps before it was convinced to retreat from her pussy.
Candy put her hands between her knees and, kneeling, reared her
bottom up into the air. She wiggled it about. There was a blank
expression on her face. Her tongue protruded from the corner of her
mouth. Rob kneed his way over to her and, himself kneeling, engaged her
mouth with his own. As they kissed his fingers lifted to her pendant
breasts. He slipped the little triangles of her bikini bra cups off the
points of her nipples. A moment later and he had her bare teats twixt the
tips of his calloused fingers. The bra, barely useful when worn properly,
was now utterly without merit. Melanie touched two fingers to the tidbit
of material that covered her right nipple. Like the left, it formed a little
peak. It was a tiny summit that even the most jaded of mountaineers
would long to conquer. Brent sidled up to Melanie. His breath hot on her
cheek, he joined his fingers to the bra cup next to hers.
"Nooo," Melanie said, but as she pulled back from Brent her bra cup
stayed with his fingers, exposing her tit. Brent's face dove and he drew
the pointed summit of her mammary into his mouth. Melanie swooned.
This time it was Veronica and Diane and Sherry who broke up the
tableaux. "Enough, you two!" the women cried, addressing both pairs of
lovers. Laughingly they separated Rob from Candy, Brent from
Melanie. Sherry gave Rob several slaps on his bare bottom.
"Come, we want to see these excellent pricks of yours," Veronica
said to Rob and Brent. Veronica clasped Rob's throbbing rod in her small
hands and massaged it gently.
"Whoa, girl, don't make me spill in the sand," Rob warned.
"How about on the blanket?" Sherry asked with a giggle. Her hands
joined Veronica's. Candy, still kneeling, reared up her bottom once more
and this time grasped the sides of her swimsuit. She gave her bikini
panties several tugs. The last caused a moan to escape her throat.
Melanie, remembering by Candy's example the felt thong in her panties,
grasped them in front. She pulled upward on her own panties, and gave a
little moan herself. Her breasts jiggled as she did so.
Rob seemed not to notice Candy and Melanie's little game of self-
pleasure. Neither did Brent, his own cock now in the able, if shy, hands of
Diane. In fact both men were turned away from Candy and Melanie. The
two teens admired the men's backs as they gave their panties repeated
tugs.
Suddenly Candy fell onto her side and screamed. She was orgasming!
Forgetting Rob's injunction in her bliss, she shoved her little hands inside
the front of her panties and began rubbing furiously. A moment later
Melanie collapsed beside her and her own hands dove into her panties. Rob
turned in alarm and shouted his dismay as he saw both girls shudder with
repeated orgasms as each played with herself. As the orgasms reached a
crescendo the two girls turned their faces toward one another and
extended their tongues. The tongue of each girl licked the tongue of the
other in the open air. Out of the corner of her eye Melanie saw a 30-
something couple walk by. Both the man and the woman looked at her and
Candy and smiled as they passed. Melanie, recovering herself, rolled her
eyes upward to follow the retreat of the man and woman. The couple
continued on, utterly nonchalant. It was as if they had greeted strangers
in a city park, pleasant and brief. Melanie wondered how many other
orgasming young girls the couple had seen in their lifetime. Apparently
she and Candy were far from being the first.
Candy, still lying beside Melanie, became more aggressive as her
orgasms subsided. It was as if she did not want the moment to pass. She
rolled into Melanie and pressed against her warm flesh. She drew her
hands from her own panties and forced them into Melanie's. Rubbing
Melanie's clitty vigorously, she buried her tongue in Melanie's mouth.
Melanie did not know what to do. She had never "made it" with a girl
before! In a misguided effort to fend Candy off, she stuck her own hands
in Melanie's panties. At first she pushed against the fleshy juncture of
Candy's thighs. Soon, as her passion grew, her hands of their own accord
began to move in quick, rhythmic circles of the tiniest circumference,
giving pleasure. Candy groaned and seemed to quicken her own efforts
upon Melanie. Soon Melanie was bucking and writhing, her every tendon
spasming with joy. Candy too began shaking. Her little torso quaked, her
long legs shook, her face twisted about. By this time Rob and the others
were utterly mesmerized by the girls. Such youthful passion! The twin
lovers' childish cheeks were pink with their exertions, their moans
seemed to waft from the mouths of babes. Suddenly Rob felt his semen
welling up uncontrollably. "No!" Rob cried, but it was too late. His semen
spilled vigorously into Veronica's lap. The mere sight of Candy and
Melanie's sapphic affection had done him in. Rob turned to look at
Veronica. His face was sheepish. He felt like a little boy as Veronica
tutted and wiped his penis clean with a picnic napkin. Then she took
another napkin and soaked it in the pool of semen in her lap, absorbing the
puddle of manly fluid as best she could.
"You could have at least put it inside of one of us if you were going
to come," Sherry said disapprovingly to Rob.
"Yeah, I know," Rob replied. He looked over at Brent. The man
grimaced back at him. He was in agony, but he had managed to hold his
load. Diane delicately touched a fingertip to the crown of his penis. Her
attention had left the girls and was back upon the penis of her paramour.
"Raise up your bottom. You must be spanked for your naughtiness,"
Sherry said to Rob.
"Get off it. I'll be hard again in a minute," Rob said.
"Still, you must be punished," Sherry said.
"Yes, up! Up with that bottom!" Veronica called happily. Rob's
testicles, free of semen for the moment, descended. Sherry reached
between Rob's thighs and grabbed them. She pulled his nuts upward. The
way Rob was sitting, however, flat on his bottom with his legs spread in a
vee before him, there was no way Sherry could pull him up. At most she
would cause him to arch his back, stabbing his penis up into the sky. Of
course, Rob's dick was rapidly becoming flaccid, so the sky did not have
much to fear. Sherry's grip on Rob's hairy jewels, however, was
apparently just tight enough to convince him to obey her. He drew his legs
back and got on his knees. Sherry let go of his balls momentarily and then
repossessed them, this time coming at them from behind. Now she could
tug on them in a manner that would lift up his heinie. And she did. A
moment later Rob's white posterior was mooning the beach. He remained
on his knees, his buttocks arching high. His face was close to Veronica's
lap now, and he could smell the remaining residue of his semen on her
panties.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Sherry certainly knew how to dish it out! Each
strike of her hand left a bright pink print on Rob's bottom. Candy and
Melanie, recovering from their bout of mutual pleasure, spied a rare
opportunity to play sadist. They leapt up and, utterly forgetting their
ignominious masturbating of just moments before, took to helping Sherry
with juvenile relish.
SLAP! SPLAP! WHACK! Rob felt as if he had been caught by the
Furies. At the same time, however, he could feel his dick growing rock
hard with masochistic delight. His balls tautened, his breath grew short
and desirous. He leaned forward slightly and began licking Veronica's bare
tummy. The woman gave a little sigh of approval and wriggled her frame.
A moment later she deftly lowered her bikini panties partway down her
thighs and directed Rob's mouth to her pussy.
This was too much for Brent and Diane. With a manly grip Brent took
Diane by her little shoulders and lay her back on the beach towel. As she
gazed up at him, wondering at his massive chest, he reached down and
untied her swim skirt. Then he nosed his penis into her pussy and gently
began to fuck her.
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