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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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DESIRE ISLE
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Chapter Twelve
Rob became hard once more under the girls' inspired spanking, but
held back from delivering his hot poker into a vagina. Instead he had
Melanie and Candy re-fit their bras over their bulging bosoms. This in
itself would have made almost any man lose his self-control. What a
sight each girl was as she struggled to fit her own breasts within the
triangles of tiny fabric! But Rob just sat back, curled an arm around
Veronica's waist, and gently circled her clitoris with his finger. Veronica
shuddered, but made no move to urge Rob within her. Melanie, hands behind
her back as she wriggled her bosoms into her bra cups, at the same time
tying the bra at the rear, looked up. Her big eyes peered out from beneath
the fringe of her lemon locks. Melanie gave a firm tug and felt her bra
tighten. At the same moment, involuntarily, she ran her tongue over her
upper lip. That big penis, sooo close!
"I want it!" Melanie cried, and dove for Rob's rod. Candy must have
been thinking the same thing, for she too lunged at the pulsing pecker.
(This despite the fact that she had not finished tying her bra, as Melanie
had.) Rob just laughed and scooted his hips back. He put a palm to the top
of Melanie's diving head. Veronica, squealing, helped Rod fight off the
teens' attack.
Melanie and Kimberly, defeated, erected their backs and sat their
bottoms on their heels. Both girls brushed back their tousled hair. "We
shall go boating in a bit, girls," Rob said, as if announcing an impending
ride at Disneyland. "Let's get out of the sun and enjoy some refreshments
in the meantime."
Brent's jeep was parked nearby. The girls packed the lighter things
back into the jeep, while the two men handled the heavier items. Then Rob
and his twin teenage companions broke down their own more modest
campsite. After this both groups loaded into their respective vehicles and
headed off.
About a mile from the artificial lagoon was a small harbor, still
within the grounds of the private seaside estate. A small but elegantly
appointed clubhouse offered men's and women's restrooms. Unlike any
public facilities Melanie had ever seen before (or Candy, for that matter),
these changing areas were adorned with marble slabs, rather than
benches, and had private, immaculate shower stalls inlaid with exquisite
tiles. Melanie took a shower amidst a scene of seahorses and starfish.
The tiles in Candy's shower stall portrayed a surreal figure of Neptune,
sans clothing. Veronica bathed amidst mermaids, while Sherry and Diane,
unable to find separate accommodations for the both of them, shared a
shower. Sirens wriggled temptingly upon rocks as Sherry and Diane
soaped each other down.
After their showers the girls rinsed their bikinis, rubbing them a bit
with bars of soap to get them totally clean. A drier was found, and the
girls sat and chatted on throw cushions atop the marble slabs while
waiting for their things. Modestly, they sat with bath towels wrapped
about their torsos. As they talked they passed about a hand-held mirror
and did their makeup. Each girl helped the other with this most essential
of feminine tasks. (Though, in truth, had the girls gone utterly without
paint and powder on their faces they could still have made dead men cum.)
When the bikinis were dry the girls were about to put them on, when
Veronica said,
"It's no fun wearing our same old clothes." The other girls agreed.
"Let's get the boys to buy us more!" All the girls sashayed over to the
opening to the women's changing room.
"It's about time!" Rob croaked as three of the girls peered about the
edge of the tiled, open doorway. Coyly discreet, the girls did not want the
men to get a good look at their bodies, though wrapped in towels. Only
their heads and shoulders peeped beyond the wall which formed the
doorframe. That and an occasional jiggling pair of half-covered
mammaries.
"Robbb," the girls whined. We want some money to buy new clothes.
The girls pouted at both Rob and Brent.
"Good God! We're only going toÑ" Rob began, but cut himself short.
"I've got some bucks," Brent said. He fished his wallet out of his
shorts and produced a wad of bills.
"All right, all right," Rob said, reaching for his own wallet. "It's not
like I can't afford it, after all."
"Indeed," Melanie smirked, sharing a private smile with Candy.
"Thankyou Rob...and Brent!" Veronica smiled, taking the money for all
five of the girls. They retreated back into the women's locker room.
There Melanie and Candy slipped back into their wicked bikinis and tees
and microminis for the last time. Somewhat selfconsciously, they
emerged from the locker room, Veronica, Sherry, and Diane in tow, each
dressed almost as proactively. Outside the building and down a narrow
wooden sidewalk there was a "Strings and Things" bikini and beach
clothing shop. Much to the girls' chagrin, a group of senior citizens had
just disembarked from a boat and made for the "Strings and Things" shop
too. The girls got not a few winks from the old geezers, and looks of
disapproval from their ancient wives.
Melanie picked out a crop top for herself, Candy a midriff top. Both
girls selected denim zip-front shorts. Melanie's had pockets only in front,
Candy's had pockets only on her seat. For Veronica it was a more demure
tie-back halter top that stretched all the way from its sweetheart
neckline to her navel. Below this she wore white shorts that extended
nearly to her knees. Sherry selected a top that looked a lot like a small
jacket. It bared her belly, while featuring a lace-edged collar. Daringly,
the top had open shoulders. Its sleeves were long but ended a few inches
from her wrists. Beneath she wore a skirt that dropped halfway down her
thighs. The skirt was adorned with a belt of white leather. The entire
outfit was the color of pearls, and made a striking contrast to the tanned
skin of her shoulders, belly, and legs.
Stretch lace leggings matched with an oversized top was what Diane
selected, making her look both formal and trampily seductive at the same
time. Diane even complimented her outfit with spiked heels, as opposed to
the sneakers that the other girls chose to buy. Obviously Diane expected
to finish out her seaborne voyage with a few cocktails, perhaps even some
dancing. The other girls had been thinking in sportier terms.
Dressed at last in their new clothes, the girls accompanied the men
to Brent's sailboat. Brent and Rob insisted that the girls ready the boat
for the voyage, making even Diane join the labor. It was a fairly hard job,
putting up the boat's sail, tying off its ropes, but there were five of them,
and the men did lend a hand now and then. The girls knew the main reason
the men had put them to the task was to admire their bodies at work.
Finally the boat set sail. The men took over now, driving the boat
where they would across the waves. The girls took a much needed break.
They sat back or stretched out, sipping sodas and beer. Once at sea the
men joined the girls in relaxing, taking turns at the rudder. Rob began to
tell Melanie, Candy, and Veronica of a mysterious island that served as a
judicious hideaway for those who pursued more decadent thrills. Sherry
and even Diane had been to the island before, and they joined in explaining
its various features:
"A wealthy industrialist bought the place, and built a castle on it.
He has a thing for moats and drawbridges and turrets and dungeons and
such," Diane explained diffidently. "I was very scared the first time I
went there, but I survived." Diane smiled, a look of triumph on her face.
Her hands fingered the lace flounce along the hem of her dress-length
pullover. Below her knees, small and brown, knocked together once.
"Would you like to visit?" Sherry asked the girls. Melanie looked at
Candy, then both looked at Veronica.
"I suppose we could," Veronica began.
"But if we don't like the looks of it we'll insist you turn the boat
around!" Melanie said. Sherry suppressed a mature giggle.
"Well, the industrialist has seen to that," Diane said. "Everyone on
his or her first visit must jump from the boat and swim ashore. Of
course, you're on a boat belonging to someone who's been there before."
"Which means that we don't have to jump in the water?" Candy said
hopefully.
"Which means that you do have to jump in the water, but will be
allowed ashore when you swim up onto the beach," Sherry said.
"Well, that's out," Melanie said. "We left our bikinis back at the
clubhouse."
"Oh, that's O.K.," Diane blurted. "You have to swim ashore naked
anyway."
"N-Naked?!" Melanie, Candy, and Veronica all asked at once. Rob
grinned.
"We call ahead on our radio, see? The guy knows us, so he lets us
approach the island and dock. When we get within swimming distance you
girls strip off your clothes and jump in the water and swim ashore.
Meanwhile, me and Brent and Sherry and Diane sail the boat around to the
far side of the island and park it at the dock. Unfortunately, or perhaps
the wealthy guy planned it that way, the only beach is on one side of the
island, the only dock on the other. But you'll be watched from the castle's
tower as you swim ashore and there's a speedboat down by the beach in
case you get in trouble. Like, if you started drowning? There's someone in
the tower watching you with binoculars and he would radio a person on the
beach to speed out and pick you up."
"It's not drowning I'm worried about," Melanie said. "It's being naked
in front of people I've never met, living in a place with dungeons!"
"Like I said, it was built for the adventurous," Sherry said. "Me, I'll
try anything once. Now I'm going back as a full member in good standing,
of course. It's only scary the first time. But that's part of the fun."
"You wanna do it?" Rob asked. He reached out and fingered the hem
of Melanie's crop top, as if to encourage her to undress.
"There's the island now!" Diane called out, pointing. Melanie and
Candy and Veronica, their backs to it, pivoted their torsos about to have a
look. Over the roll of a wave the island appeared. It stuck up from the
ocean like Gibraltar, but much smaller. Amidst the thick foliage dotting
its surface a rock hewn castle rose. Melanie felt a shiver course through
her, and sensed a similar feeling ran down the spines of Candy and
Veronica.
"I don't know," Candy said softly.
"Wait 'till we get a little closer. Then you can decide," Rob said.
Brent was already on the radio. It was hand-held, and he talked into it as
he continued to steer their craft.
The girls debated amongst themselves for awhile, as all the time the
island grew closer. Sherry and Diane urged their acceptance. Two factors
played a part in their ultimate agreement: that there were three of them
who would swim ashore, and that even frail Diane had undergone the
bizarre entree.
Having decided to partake, the girls simply congratulated
themselves on their courage in making such a decision and then continued
to sit about. Finally Rob came over and said gently, "Girls, if you're going
to have a swim, at some point you need to jump in the water." This caused
a new flurry amongst the girls, much of it still laced with indecision.
Finally Rob nudged Veronica and said quietly to her, "Set an example,
would you?"
Very hesitantly, Veronica slowly stood up on the rocking boat and
put a hand to the front of her tie-back halter top. First she fingered the
sweetheart neckline, then ran her fingers along the halter's stretch lace
bottom. This was all rather useless, as the top had to be undone in back if
it were to come off. Rob, slightly exasperated, walked directly up to
Veronica and seized her top in front along its sweetheart neckline. With
one mighty tear he ripped the garment right down the front. Melanie and
Candy needed no further encouragement.
Well aware that they were being watched by an island observer,
Melanie and Candy unzipped their denim shorts and wriggled the tight
fabric down their thighs. Beneath they wore satiny panties, Melanie's of
white and Candy's of pastel pink. In back the panties were thongs, leaving
the moons of their bottoms fully exposed to whomever might be up in the
castle's tower. Veronica, meanwhile, screeched as Rob ripped off her
knee-length shorts as unceremoniously as he had removed her top.
"I know! We can swim in our panties!" Melanie said brightly to Candy.
"Girls, either take them off or I'll rip them off," Rob interjected
from where he stood with the recalcitrant Veronica. Melanie gulped and,
with unsure fingers, slithered down her panties. Candy did the same.
Finally both girls wiggled out of their tight little tops, pulling them up
over their heads.
"Sneakers too," Rob admonished. Candy and Melanie both sat their
bare bottoms down on the wooden bench running along the side of the
craft. The bench felt cool, and had a thin layer of salt on it that the girls
hadn't noticed until now. Obviously, when one's bare bottom is perched on
a seat one pays more attention to its condition. Both girls bent over and,
breasts wriggling, untied their sneakers. Kicking off the shoes, they
looked up at Rob, who had strode over to stand before them. Veronica took
a seat beside the girls. Rob's chest bulged out beneath his T-shirt, and his
pants sported a bulge as well. Rob put his hands on his hips. The girls
regarded him meekly. Little did they realize that they would not see him
again. Sherry sat nearby, delicately sipping a martini. Diane had
retreated to the back of the boat, where Brent, now bare-chested, was
steering. Diane was sitting close beside Brent, giving him a back rub as he
guided the craft with the rudder.
"Do me one last favor," Rob said. He unzipped the front of his shorts.
With newly alert eyes the girls watched as he parted his underpants to
release his big prong. The girls needed no encouragement. Anything to
keep them on the boat was welcome to them. All three attacked Rob's
penis with relish.
Rob did not last long under the feminie assault. The girls cooed and
petted and sucked his manhood until, suddenly, he spurted a white stream
over them. Most of it hit Melanie. The girls, after squealing over the
tribute, took on a look of disappointment.
"Rob, why didn't you tell us you were going to come?" Melanie pouted.
Rob reached out and patted the sticky semen that lay in the locks of her
hair.
"I probably just need another spanking to get hard again," Rob joked.
But the girls took him seriously.
"Yes! Another spanking!" Candy squealed happily.
"No girls," Rob said, backing off. With some effort he kept back the
girls, who bounded up from their benches and made for him like Amazons.
After a brief tussle Rob was once again in control, the girls panting, a
light film of sweat now coating their bodies. Rob's shorts were at his
knees, but he had managed to fend the females off.
"I want one more drink before I jump," Candy announced. She walked
over to a little fridge and opened it. Several prepared drinks were already
there. Candy took one out which was adorned with a tiny plastic parasol.
From a miniature straw she stood sipping the drink. The other girls each
padded over and took drinks for themselves. Rob protested, saying the
girls might get drunk.
"From the looks of that place, I want to be drunk," Melanie said,
glancing at the castle-topped island.
"Well, I don't want you swimming drunk," Rob said, and urged the
girls' drinks one by one from their hands.
"Come on, girls, into the water!" Sherry said, standing up abruptly.
She seemed to have grown weary of the girls' little hesitations. Rob took
Veronica's hand and held it as Veronica stepped up onto the bench
whereupon she had earlier sat. Melanie and Candy were each helped up in
turn.
"Um, shouldn't we have life preservers or something?" Candy asked,
gazing at the deep blue swells of the ocean.
"In!" Sherry cried. Drink in one hand, she threw the other against
Candy's bottom and toppled the girl into the waves.
"Ack! I can't swim!" Veronica cried as Rob pushed her in, but swam
quite nicely as soon as her head resurfaced above the water. Melanie,
seeing her time was up aboard the boat, dove in head first before anyone
could push her.
"Come back!" Candy cried to the sailboat. Immediately it began
pulling away from the girls. With each passing second it receded, cutting
across the sea, leaving the girls to fend for themselves.
Melanie turned about, and saw a speedboat heading toward them from
the island. At once all three girls turned and, bottoms wiggling, legs
kicking, they made for the speedboat. When the boat drew near, however,
it turned out to be manned not by some hunky male lifeguard, but a young
woman.
"Can we have a lift?" Melanie asked in a tentative voice of the
female boatswain.
"Come on! I've done it a hundred times!" the female called back. Like
the girls, she was topless. Because of the arching sides of the boat the
girls couldn't see her lower half. Her large breasts jiggled with her every
move. Atop her head she wore a captain's cap. "Enjoy yourselves!" the
boatswain called. "It's a lovely day for swimming!"
The girls seemed somewhat relieved by the presence and demeanor
of the boatswain. The girl was nice, yet firm. She puttered about them as
they swam but seemed well trained in the difference between a real
drowning and one that was simply being faked for the benefit of a free
ride. "I didn't need to come out," the girl said. "So don't hassle me about
it. I just came because you looked like sweet girls and I wanted you to
feel as comfortable as possible. But I'm not picking you up, so don't ask.
Unless you're really drowning, of course."
With this the girls gave up on trying to hitch a ride and began to
actually enjoy their swim. The sea was warm, the swells mild. In the
distance a beach beckoned, the ocean gently lapping at its sandy shore.
Across the sunlit waves the girls swam now, with slow, easy strokes.
Their arms did the breaststroke, while their feet seemed to like a
freestyle kick best. Their heads bobbed along above the water. Their
bottoms, temptingly, were washed continually by the rippling sea as they
bobbed along half-in, half-out of the water.
On the far side of the island the sailboat pulled up to a small wooden
pier. Sherry's jacket-like top was open now. Her bare breasts shook as
she cast a rope to a man standing on the pier. "Hiya Martin!" Sherry called.
"You never stop having fun, do you?" Martin replied, catching the
rope. He gave a meaningful look at Sherry's breasts. They glistened with
saliva.
"Not if I can help it!" Sherry replied.
A few minutes later Sherry, Diane, Brent and Rob disembarked. Rob
was carrying a satchel. "Lady Burgess told me to tell you to take the
Jasmine Room," Martin said to the foursome. "There's a nice big bed in
there. I'm sure you'll all fit on it quite nicely." To Rob he said, "You need
to see Mr. Savin first, of course."
"Of course," Rob said.
"Do you have the money?" Martin asked.
"Always," Rob replied. He hefted the satchel. "You think I'd bring my
work with me?"
Rob's feet made resounding echoes in the stone hall as he approached
the office in the castle marked with the sign, Mr. Savin. Lady Burgess
accompanied him. She knocked on Mr. Savin's door for him, and, when
permission was heard from inside, opened it. A tall man stood stooped at
a winnock, his behind presented to his new guests, his head peering out
the window. Tied over his desk was a young woman with a luxurious
blonde mane. Unlike her host, who was clothed in business attire, she was
totally naked. She turned her face toward him and Rob saw that it was
streaked with tears. The young woman's bottom was very red.
"Ah yes," the man at the window said. He stood erect and turned to
face his new guests. In his hands was a pair of binoculars. "Not as good a
view from here as the tower, but Mortimer is taping the view from the
tower, in high definition no less."
"That should make interesting viewing, if you like watching a couple
of teenage girls swim," Lady Burgess said in an unfriendly tone.
"I should put you over my desk here," Mr. Savin said. "But I wouldn't
take any pleasure in seeing your bottom walloped."
"But I certainly take pleasure in seeing Gwendolyn's bottom
smacked," Lady Burgess said. "You seem to have done quite a good job on
her."
"Yes, but we're only just getting underway," Mr. Savin replied. "Stay
and masturbate yourself if you like, Lady Burgess."
"I have other matters to attend to," Lady Burgess said stiffly. She
turned and walked from the room. She closed the door behind her and her
footsteps could be heard as she retreated down the stone hallway.
"Kimberly," Mr. Savin muttered.
"What's that, sir?" Rob asked.
"She's thinks she's got Kimberly locked away for her private
pleasure. A girl I had delivered last night. Vivacious girl, actually loved
the swim to the island. I liked her so much I put her up for the night and
didn't let anyone breathe a word to her. Lady Burgess had David change the
lock on Kimberly's room in the middle of the night, thinking to keep the
girl all to herself, thinking I had no interest in her. But David, good man
that he is, carried Kimberly to a new room and then changed the lock in the
old room. Kimberly didn't even care that she had been carried to a new
room in her sleep. Such a wonderful girl! I've let her run around naked all
morning in the rec room. Absolutely loves the video games I've got down
there. Lady Burgess, of course, has been haughty all day, thinking she's got
a pet of her very own locked away. She had to go in to the mainland early
this morning, just got back before you pulled in. I imagine Lady Burgess
will be storming back in here in a moment. But Kimberly, she's joined our
new heroines out in the ocean." Mr. Savin indicated the window. Rob bent
slightly, peered out.
"Oh yes, four girls swimming out there now," Rob commented.
"How much did they cost me, by the way?" Mr. Savin asked Rob.
"Around 60,000, including expenses, and our fee, of course." Rob said.
He lay his satchel on Mr. Savin's desk, inches from Gwen's face. "Of
course, I've got the three million here, from our latest drug deals. The
enhanced crack is selling quite well." Rob opened the satchel and dumped
the money unceremoniously on the desk. The stacks of bills tumbled about
Gwen's head.
"Mmm," Mr. Savin said, bending forward to give the heaps of bills a
cursory inspection. "Horrible stuff, that crack. Don't know why anyone
would take it. But it does sell..." Then his eyes met Gwen's. She was
looking up at him plaintively, her nose inhaling the scent of money with
every intake of her breath.
Mr. Savin laughed. "Do you still like the smell of money, Gwen?" Mr.
Savin asked. "Perhaps it's not so sweet now, is it?" A new tear trickled
down Gwen's face.
"Lovely girl," Rob commented. "Who is she?"
"A young madam," Mr. Savin said. "I made her acquaintance and
purchased her services. Little Melanie out there."
"One of the girls swimming to shore?" Rob asked.
"Yes, one of the girls out there, right now," Mr. Savin said. "Melanie,
the blonde. Such a beautiful girl. I couldn't bear to have her only once.
And Gwen here, she fancies herself a sadist, but really she's a pretty
little masochist. Aren't you, Gwen?" Mr. Savin asked. Gwen bit her lower
lip but said nothing. "We're going for some bruising today, something for
Gwen to show to her friends," Mr. Savin said. "And now, if you'll excuse us,
Rob. I mustn't keep Gwen's bottom waiting any longer."
"Of course, sir," Rob said. Politely he turned away and let himself
out of Mr. Savin's office. As he closed the door behind him he heard a
swift crack of leather, followed by a scream.
"This is a swell place!" Kimberly said, swimming next to her
stepsister amidst the waves.
"Well, you shouldn't be here," Melanie admonished. "Even though I am
glad to see you."
"Oh, do you think I'm not old enough?" Kimberly asked, insulted.
"I know you're not old enough," Melanie retorted.
"Oh, don't worry about her," Veronica said to Melanie. "I for one am
very glad she was brought out here to meet us and swim in with us." A
second speedboat now trolled the water near the girls, manned by a female
boatswain. Kimberly had jumped from the second speedboat to join her
sister, naked as the day she was born. "If all this place has is a cellar full
of video games, we've nothing to worry about," Veronica continued. "This
place could even be fun!"
"Well, the swim was fun!" Melanie said. "Despite the fact that I'm
totally naked in front of people in some castle I've never had the pleasure
of meeting." She felt her toes touch bottom. They were at the beach now,
only yards from the shore. One by one the girls found the sandy bottom
with their feet. Together they emerged from the sea, like modern day
Venuses. Soon all four were standing on the beach. Both speedboats
grounded themselves on the sand nearby. The boatswains jumped out and
lashed their small craft to rocks that apparently had been placed there for
just such a purpose. The rocks were carved in the shape of penises, whose
flanged heads would keep any rope in place.
"What happens now?" Melanie asked.
"Come! I'll show you around the place!" Kimberly offered, but just as
the words left her mouth a woman dressed in a black gown emerged from a
jungle path. The woman's skin was white. A smile creased her features.
"Tsk! Tsk! You girls look temptingly immodest," the woman said. A man,
walking beside her, carried four brown garments, neatly folded.
"David!" Melanie cried. The man smiled but said nothing.
"Yes, David is here!" Kimberly gushed.
"Is-is Gwen here?" Melanie asked.
"I haven't seen her," Kimberly said.
David handed the chestnut garments one by one to the woman in
black, who, walking behind each girl, helped her into one of them. When all
four girls had been attired they looked at each other. Each was cloaked in
a hooded monk's robe. Curiously, however, the robes only extended to
about the small of each girl's back. A third of the way down their
bottoms, actually. Everything beneath was naked. The girls were of
different heights, yet each wore a robe that extended to the same place on
her bottom. Obviously, their measurements were known to someone on the
island. Melanie remembered Renoir measuring she and Candy.
Despite being clothed, or semi-clothed, the girls were still wet
from the sea. Pearls of seawater gleamed upon their bottoms. For the
first time Melanie noticed that a riding crop was stuck through the sash of
the dress of the woman in black.
"I am your Governess," the white woman said. "Do you know what you
will be doing here?"
"Well, I'm sure we must obey ourselves," Melanie replied meekly,
glancing at the Governess' riding crop out of the corner of her eye. The
Governess laughed.
"Indeed, and I shall ensure that you will," the Governess said. "But
you look like perfect little angels to me, are you not?"
"Yes indeed, ma'am," Kimberly said, nodding her head vigorously.
Obviously the presence of the riding crop had not been lost even on
Kimberly, muting her normally rambunctious nature.
"Will we be doing some riding?" Veronica asked. The Governess
smiled, and just then two more men came through the bush, leading four
white stallions. The girls gasped. None of the stallions wore any
harnessing equipment. But a square of soft blue velvet was draped over
each horses' back. The men helped each of the girls onto the horses by
bending down and cupping their strong hands as a sort of step. A good push
on the girl's bottom helped in the mounting too. Kimberly, who due to her
age was shorter, had trouble clamboring up on a stallion. A swift crack
from the Governess' riding crop on her heinie seemed to provide the
necessary impetus, however.
"Oww!" Kimberly protested, hands flying to her bottom as soon as
she had got atop the horse. "That wasn't nice!"
"But it was quite effective, wasn't it?" the Governess replied.
"If I need help like that I'll ask for it!" Kimberly squawked.
"You needn't, I already know," the Governess replied. "I can tell just
by looking at you that you are just like I was as a teen. Impulsive,
demanding, but not always knowing what's best. We'll make good friends,
you and I." This seemed to placate Kimberly, who's eyes seemed to shine
with a newfound respect for the woman. Kimberly's naked breasts
quivered as she continued rubbing her bottom, but she said no more.
When Melanie's crotch came to rest upon the velvet, a shiver ran
through her. There was no place to put her feet. The hung down on either
side of the horse, leaving gravity to cause her little clitty to press most
firmly upon the soft cloth. Melanie's horse took a step forward. The
resultant jostling caused Melanie to emit a sweet, involuntary little sigh.
"What's his name?" Candy asked a man of her horse. She bent
forward and stroked the horses' silken mane.
"Beefcake," the man replied. Candy smiled.
"What's mine called?" Kimberly asked. Both her hands were still at
her bottom, rubbing absently, assuaging a pain that was by now mostly
just in her mind.
"Defiant," the Governess replied. "I think that might be the perfect
name for your horse, hmmm?" Kimberly pouted.
"Did our friends arrive at the island?," Melanie asked the governess.
"Yes, they're up at the castle already," the Governess said, and began
walking forward. With that David and the two men began leading the
horses off the beach with their new riders.
Candy smiled over at Melanie. She too was now feeling the effects
of the sumptuous velvet between her thighs. Melanie bit her lip,
suppressed another moan.
"Mmmm, this feels...strange..." Kimberly observed, and Candy had to
let out a laugh. Veronica flushed slightly, her motherly breasts bouncing
like ripe papayas. Kimberly's breasts, not fully grown yet, jiggled tautly.
They resembled over-sized tennis balls. Melanie looked down at her own
nicely-sized breasts. Her nipples were hard, jutting points of unrequited
passion.
A stony path appeared between the brush along the beach. The
horses followed the path, led by their trainers. The girls' bare bottoms
joggled atop their steeds, the white cheeks of flesh presenting a tempting
target for the Governess' crop. The Governess tapped her crop lightly upon
Candy's bottom. Candy looked down into the woman's face.
"I'd love it if you'd misbehave," the Governess purred to Candy. The
flame-haired girl smiled sweetly and sat more erectly, jutting out her
chest, her bottom contracting into a tight little ball.
"You must give me some rules," Candy replied. Melanie looked over at
the flame-haired girl. This was the girl who'd fallen into a lesbian tryst
with Gwen, Melanie recalled. Perhaps she wanted more, this time from
the Governess. Or perhaps she just enjoyed flirting with danger, or
thought not flinching from the woman made her look cool.
"I don't want any rules," Kimberly called out, her horse the last in
line. The Governess, striding alongside Candy, turned her head and looked
back.
"That's when you need them most," the Governess called back with a
smile. Kimberly shifted on her horse. Melanie looked back.
"I don't want any rules," Kimberly whined in a muted voice to her
stepsister.
Ahead loomed the castle. It looked ancient and foreboding, though
Melanie knew it must be of a fairly modern origin. She'd never heard of
any medieval knights who'd taken up residence in the Carribean islands of
the New World.
"Is this Camelot?" Kimberly called out from the back of the line.
"Yes, dear," the Governess replied, to Melanie's surprise. Then she
added: "For you it is."
"I wish I knew Camelot had such great pinball machines in it,"
Kimberly replied. "I would have studied it more in school." Melanie could
only see the back of Candy's head, but she thought she detected Candy
silently rolling her eyes. Candy turned and said something quietly to the
Governess, no doubt commenting on Kimberly's last remark. But the
Governess just smiled and lightly touched a finger to Candy's knee.
Veronica looked over at Melanie. She gave a smile, as if surprised to
find herself, a married woman, living out such a childish fantasy. No
doubt she thought she'd long since left behind such things as castles and
white stallions. Melanie gave a silent look of reply, as if to comment that
she, too, was stunned to find herself in such surroundings. Only Kimberly
seemed not to notice what an exotic land they'd come to. No doubt for her,
consumed as she was with the spacefaring elves and trolls of videoland,
this was rather dull.
A drawbridge emerged from between the mist-shrouded plantlife
lining the trail ahead. A fog had come in as they trotted along,
accompanying the sinking of the sun into the sea. Melanie felt the first
shiver of evening. Was dew forming on her bare skin? She stroked a slim
finger along her arm. It was moist, but whether from the libation that
accompanied the onset of night, or just from an earlier perspiration, she
couldn't tell. Melanie turned her head and looked over her bare shoulder.
Through passing ferns she watched as the sun dipped into the waves of the
ocean. When Sol rose again, what would she be thinking then?
Melanie faced forward once more and spied a man standing on the far
side of the drawbridge. He was dressed in a thigh-length black bathrobe.
In his hand he held a drink. She knew him not, yet the charms of her nude
body were fully on display for him, to drink in at his leisure with his
liquor. Melanie felt her little breast buds tingle as she watched the man
put his lips to a tiny straw and suck sustenance from it. What was his
drink, she wondered? Would she be offered the same?
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