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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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LIQUID PLEASURES
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Chapter Twelve
The cool of the evening washed over the veranda of the
restaurant. Susie had no idea what she was eating, save for that it was
expensive. Bill sat beside her, while Anna sat beside Martin. Melanie
had managed to inveigle her way between both men. The circle was
closed by Beverly, of course, who sat between Anna and Susie. She
seemed not the least bit put out at her placement.
The white cones of Susie's breasts jiggled in the vee of her
expensive decollete gown as she leaned forward to spoon another
stringy helping of food into her mouth. Anna, likewise, offered a
display of her bosoms as she took another mouthful of the spaghetti-
like dinner. Melanie, who had complained at first about the
unfamiliarity of the food, saying she preferred a hamburger,
nonetheless was now busily engaged in twirling the spaghetti-like food
on her fork and merrily sticking it into her mouth. She even dangled it
above her face, licking at it with her tongue. Susie wondered if Melanie
were not so much eating her food as playing it...if her relish in
consuming it was based not so much on its taste as its ability to allow
her to tease the men. Like Susie and Anna, she wore a gown that left
little about her breasts to the imagination. What did manage to get
covered by the thin fabric of the dress was compromised by the poking
of Melanie's nipples, what didn't manage to get covered bobbled as if it
might lead to an escape of the entire mammary at any moment.
Susie glanced down at her own breasts. Her nipples stuck
impudently into the fabric of her dress just like Melanie's. Anna's
nipples, on the other hand, had not risen. Susie felt jealous. Anna was
so reserved, so sophisticated, so mature...yet barely older than herself!
A conversation ensued between the couples and the girls, touching
upon subjects both interesting and mundane. Beverly offered her
interpretation of the rules of Pinochle, her fully covered breasts
quivering beneath her gown as Martin goaded her into an argument in
which he claimed she was wrong.
"I like strip poker better, anyway," Martin said finally in an
offhand manner. Susie glanced at Melanie. A look passed between
them...of compromise, of willingness to surrender to the whims of their
hosts. Bill had had an impressive rod, after all, and Susie had little
doubt that Martin's member was just as big as the penises on the sheep
she had been trying to count.
The night, however, did not end as Susie had expected. The
couples parted company in the restaurant's parking lot, and a totally
inane conversation ensued as Martin drove himself and his wife and the
girls back to their hotel. An hour later Susie and Melanie found
themselves alone in their room, feeling lonely. They took turns
showering and then, wistfully, they went to bed. Susie dreamed of
rams with big cocks, chasing them as they scattered before her across
an endless field.
Morning brought with it an air of promise. Susie and Melanie met
Martin and Bev at breakfast, and the two said they were planning to see
the sights of Vegas, such as they were, with perhaps a stop at Bill and
Anna's.
"Oh, could we come?" Melanie blurted. Jelly dropped from her
toast onto her blouse as she spoke.
"What do you think, Martin? Shall we take the girls?" Bev asked
her husband.
"Oh, I suppose we could," he said casually. He dipped the corner of
his cloth napkin into his water glass and lifted it to wipe away the
stain of the jelly from Melanie's shift. Some of the jelly had fallen
upon the upper half of her bosom, which the peasant blouse left bare.
Martin seemed to take a keen interest in seeing that Melanie's breast
was cleansed of every trace of jelly, and Melanie seemed to appreciate
his assistance very much. Susie felt like dropping jelly on her own
breast.
"Now this is where General Gunther made his last stand against
the Indians," the lanky tour guide said, his head lifted high in an air of
authority. Susie thought perhaps the man was embellishing history, or
making it up altogether. "And over here," the man said, pointing to a
cluster of dead looking cacti, "is where General Gunther's mistress was
captured by the Indian Chief Big Antler and carried off to be his wife."
The guide's eyes rested meaningfully upon Susie's halter as he finished
his sentence.
"I think we've gotten our dollar's worth out of this place," Martin
said.
"Oh, let me get a picture of you and the girls by the cacti," Bev
suggested, brandishing a camera. Dutifully Martin, Susie, and Melanie
trudged hand-in-hand over to the cacti where Big Antler had claimed
his prize. Both girls were in minis, and they had to use their free hands
to keep the sides of their skirts down against a sudden wind. The gust
ruffled their blouses, Susie in her midriff and Melanie in a T-shirt that
had been cut off just below her breasts. Martin stood solidly between
the girls in a polo shirt and shorts.
Bev, unhindered in her knee length skirt by the gust, aimed her
camera. Such a cute menage a trois. Would they all still be clothed an
hour hence?
Soon the girls were getting hungry and clamoring for lunch. "I
think it's about time we head on over to Bill and Anna's, don't you,
Martin?" Bev asked casually, breaking her reverie as their car trundled
across an unbroken line of sand. Melanie, who had insinuated herself
between Bev and Martin in the car's front seat, looked up and caught
Susie's eye in the rear view mirror. Both girls looked apprehensive.
"I was hoping to see the world's largest freestanding mud hut
before lunch," Martin said to his wife, "but I guess I could use some
sustenance."
"What we will be eating?" Susie asked quietly.
"Something scrumptious, I'm sure," Bev replied.
When the foursome arrived at Bill and Anna's they were met at
the door by the voluptuous young wife, who this time was attired more
conservatively in a tee like Melanie's and a little skirt. Anna's T-shirt,
however, left the undersides of her breasts exposed.
The group settled itself in the couple's living room, and Susie
noticed that where the glass door to the backyard had stood there was
now a heavy curtain. A few minutes of small talk ensued, whereupon
the men fell into a conversation about hunting in the desert while the
females took up the subject of cooking. Soon the four females
retreated to the kitchen, where they helped Anna prepare turkey
sandwiches.
Lunch was had in the living room. Susie let her eyes drift out the
room's front window to the street beyond. The asphalt stretched
toward the horizon, fronted on either side by little homes and vacant
lots of sand. Above the blue sky shimmered restfully. Susie's eyes
searched for children playing, for junior versions of herself playing
jacks or swinging aimlessly from tree branches. But there was nobody.
Either because of the heat, or the lure of television, or simply the
sparseness of the population, not a soul was to be seen.
"I don't know if we'll be able to throw quite as many parties once
this area gets built up," Anna was saying to Bev as Susie allowed her
mind to pick up the conversation flowing around her once more.
"Well, you certainly have a nice location for now," Bev replied,
"out here on the edge of the desert."
"Yes, we value our privacy," Anna said. "It allows us to be more
open." Suddenly she cocked her head. "Oh! I think my cherry pie is
ready!"
"Girls, do you know how to scoop ice cream?" Martin asked in a
parental voice.
"Mmm!" Melanie said, licking her lips. She jumped up to help Anna.
"I can eat it too!"
"I'll see that she doesn't start before the rest of us," Susie said.
The blonde rose and followed Melanie into the kitchen.
Anna bent over and opened the door of her oven. The heat wafted
out, warming all three girls. As Anna reached into her oven to pull out
her pie her little tee shifted upward, leaving her nipples bare.
Apparently Anna did not notice the sudden display. She hefted up the
pie and stood erect. The ragged hem of her tee lay in two small folds
just above the points of her nipples, which jutted out in all their naked
glory.
Anna set the pie down, pulled off her oven mitts, picked up a knife
and nonchalantly began slicing the pie. Susie glanced at Melanie, who
gave a knowing smirk. Martin sauntered into the kitchen.
"Mmmm, delicious..." Martin said, sidling up to Anna. Surely he
saw the woman's naked nipples!
"The pie or...?" Melanie mischievously asked, letting the question
dangle meaningfully.
"Both," Martin said. It was then that Anna realized what had
happened to her chest.
"Oh!" she said, blushing slightly. She reached up to cover herself.
"No, don't," Martin said, and caught her hand in his own just as she
brought it up to her breasts. "I like looking at another man's wife."
With his other hand he reached out and took Anna's nearest nipple
between his fingers. Gently he rolled it on the pads of his digits. His
eyes met Anna's and they drank in the moment.
"MmHm!" Melanie said, clearing her throat. She had come to adore
Martin like a father. Seeing him lavish attention on any girl besides
herself made her not a little bit jealous.
"I think the children want their ice cream," Anna whispered to
Martin, but loud enough for Susie and Melanie to hear. Susie winced.
Children! Why, Anna was barely older than her.
"I have my ice cream," Melanie said, impolitely taking a scoop of
it right from the box and putting it into her mouth. "I want my pie!"
"Mmm, so do I," Martin said. His face closed with Anna's and they
kissed. Melanie screwed up her face in anger. She took another scoop
of ice cream from the box and walked straight up to the embracing
couple. She plopped the ice cream right on Anna's breast.
"Ohh!" Anna said, suddenly breaking her embrace with Martin. "You
little bitch!" she cried, looking down on the clump of ice cream as it
began to ease its way down her bosom toward her exposed nipple.
Martin began laughing.
Anna twisted in an attempt to go after Melanie. Laughing, Martin
seized Anna's shoulders and held her fast. He bent down and put his
mouth around the lump of ice cream on Anna's breast. Just then Bill
strode into the kitchen, aroused by the commotion. Anna looked up at
him.
"I thought pie was for desert, not bosoms," Bill said. Martin
swallowed the ice cream as he lifted his head to regard Bill.
"Melanie got a little aggressive," Martin said.
"Oh, and what were you up to, young lady?" Bill asked. Melanie
looked at the man with big eyes.
"They were kissing," Melanie said, pointing to Anna and Bill.
"So?" Bill asked, closing on Melanie.
"So I stopped them!" Melanie said. Bill looked over at Martin and
Anna, as did Melanie. Martin had lowered his head back down to Anna's
tee and was licking the ice cream stain on her shirt.
Bill stood over Melanie and looked down at her. "They're not
kissing anymore, are they?" Bill asked, his voice stern.
"Uh, no sir," Melanie said in a small voice. Her imposition had
only made the couple more amorous. In an attempt to placate the big
man towering over her she let her small hands slip forward and take
the sides of his pants, on either side of Bill's crotch. She looked down
at him and a little smile turned up the corners of her mouth as she saw
the bulge in Bill's pants. Bill put his hands firmly upon Melanie's upper
arms.
"It was naughty of you to put ice cream on Anna's breast," Bill
said to Melanie.
"Yes, sir," Melanie said with lowered eyes.
"Come," Bill said, and led Melanie by the hand out to the living
room. Melanie did not look at Susie as she was taken out. Did the girl
want what Susie suspected Bill had in store for her?
"Melanie has been a bad girl and must learn a little lesson," Bill
said to Bev, who reclined on a low slung couch.
"Oh, my!" Bev said airily. She lifted her daiquiri and sipped upon
it through a straw.
Bill sat himself on a straightbacked chair and bade Melanie to lie
over his lap. Obediently the girl dropped herself tummy first upon the
man's knees. Susie stepped out from the kitchen just as Bill flipped up
the back of Melanie's miniskirt. He pulled down the rear of Melanie's
white little panties, leaving them to bunch about the tops of her thighs.
Susie put her hand to her lips in alarm.
"Please sir, I didn't mean to put ice cream on Anna's boob,"
Melanie said. Bill gazed down the girl's succulent twin nether spheres,
squirming slightly in trepidation of his first blow.
"How old are you?" Bill asked.
"Only sixteen, sir!" Melanie said.
"Well, that's old enough to know that a woman's blouse is not the
proper repository for ice cream, don't you think?" Bill asked.
"Yes, sir," Melanie said. "I promise I'll never do it again."
"Indeed you will not, at least for the duration of dessert, for your
bottom will be made to remind you of your naughtiness," Bill said, and
with that brought his hand down upon Melanie's bottom in a loud slap.
"Oooch!" Melanie howled, her head rearing up from the blow.
SLAP! came the hand again, provoking another emission from
Melanie.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! In rapid succession now Bill's hand
disciplined Melanie's saucy little bottom, which wriggled and clenched
upon his knees in a frantic effort to throw off the pain even as it was
delivered. Melanie's squirmings did nothing to keep down the growing
lump in Bill's crotch.
"I see Melanie is getting her due," Anna said, strolling out of the
kitchen. She and Martin were holding hands. Both looked slightly
flushed. The hem of Anna's tee was now folded across the uppermost
curve of her breasts, where they joined the flatness of her upper chest.
Both her areolas shone with saliva.
"Come, Bev said to Susie, patting the spot beside her on the couch.
Dutifully Susie sat down. Bev looked Susie in the eye and let her gaze
drift downward, to the jutting of her breasts. "Wouldn't you like to
bare your bosoms like Anna?" Bev asked Susie. "I'm sure they're just as
pretty."
"I want to go back to the hotel," Susie said in a whisper. Bev
laughed.
"Not until we've had dessert, darling," Bev said. It escaped Susie
all that dessert could entail.
"I'll go fix it then, since everyone else seems to be otherwise
engaged," Susie said. She rose and walked purposefully toward the
kitchen, her abbreviated miniskirt flipping dangerously high with her
every step. Anna and Martin left the door of the kitchen as Susie
approached and the couple headed for Beverly. They sat down next to
the woman and snuggled together. Martin magnanimously put his arm
about his wife's waist even as he lifted his hand to toy with the nipple
of another man's wife. Before them Melanie lay stretched over Bill's
knees.
"Boo! Hoo! Hoo! Please stop, sir!" Melanie cried. It was hard to
tell whether the girl's sobs were authentic or forced. There were
splurges of pink upon her snowy bottom where Bill's hand had landed.
The globes quivered with her sobs.
Susie gave a start as she heard the spanking begin again. She
tried to ignore the sound as she stood in the kitchen, scooping ice
cream out of its paper box and carefully plopping it onto the waiting
slices of cherry pie. Melanie howled ever louder, as if to make up for
all the spankings she had missed crying over as a little girl. Susie had
learned that Melanie had only become reacquainted with her father
recently, after he had managed to force an adjustment in the divorce he
had gotten with her mother years earlier. Susie wondered if when
Melanie first met her father after the years of separation she had tried
to do something naughty to get him to spank her. Being raised by a
single mom did something to a girl, made her yearn for the firm hand of
a man.
With mincing steps, unsteady on her heels, Susie reentered the
emotionally charged living room. The last thing Susie wanted was to be
caught up in the discipline that was so lustfully being administered by
Bill. Gracefully Susie served first Bev, then Martin. As Susie bent over
her halter top, tied loosely, drooped to reveal her bosoms. Susie
regretted having tied her halter in so flirtatious a manner at the hotel,
then almost enjoyed it as she noticed Martin shift his interest from
Anna's fine tits to her own.
Anna dipped her finger in Martin's ice cream and sucked on it with
a pout as she waited for Susie to return (she hoped!) with her own
serving. A moment later Susie came back out of the kitchen with two
more plates. She gave one to Anna and then seated herself beside the
brunette. She cut a little corner off her pie and popped it into her
mouth. Her eyes shifted to Melanie.
The 16-year-old's breasts had managed to bounce out from
underneath the hem of her tee during her spanking. They wiggled
enticingly with every slap, as if begging to be milked by some farmer.
Susie wondered what it would be like to have her teats fitted into a
milking machine.
"OOOoooh! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Melanie wailed. Her bottom was
quite red now. Bill lifted his hand and gave her a final slap.
"Have you learned your lesson?" Bill asked, gazing down at the
girl's tousled mane of hair. Melanie bit her upper lip and nodded.
Suddenly Anna rose from the settee, her dessert plate in hand.
She walked over to where Melanie lay. Her bottom rolled deliciously as
she walked. The hem of her skirt just covered the base of her bottom.
Suddenly Anna bent forward. Her skirt lifted, baring the delectable
underside of her pantied rear. Anna spooned her scoop of ice cream
from her pie and held the spoon aloft, over Melanie's bottom.
"This will make you feel just what I did," Anna said, and turned
her delicate wrist so that the spoon she was holding lost its ice cream.
The vanilla scoop fell through the air and landed with a wet PLOP! on
Melanie's red heinie.
"Oooh!" Melanie said. Bill watched delightedly as the melting
mound of ice cream issued rivulets of fluid down the crack of Melanie's
bottom.
"That wasn't nice," Melanie pouted, looking up at Anna as the
woman sashayed back over to the couch. Almost as an afterthought,
Melanie broke once more into sobs. Anna sat back down between Martin
and Susie.
"I agree with Melanie," Bill said, gazing at his wife. "Plopping
your ice cream on Melanie's bottom was uncalled for. Two wrongs,
after all, don't make a right. My spanking more than disciplined
Melanie. Come here, Anna, I'm going to spank you too!" For a moment
Anna looked shocked. Martin grinned.
"Wives, obey your husbands," Martin quoted from scripture, seeing
Anna's recalcitrance. The young woman regained her composure and
tossed back her mane of curls with first one hand, then the other.
Regally she rose from the couch. Her hips seemed to give an extra
wiggle with each step as she obediently walked over to her waiting
husband.
Anna stood erect as a statue before her husband and reached under
her skirt at the rear. A moment later and her panties came sliding
down her her long thighs. Bending forward, she slipped the panties past
her knees. Her skirt lifted simultaneously to give an unobstructed view
of her lower bottom. Anna shimmied her panties down the curve of her
calves and then lifted first one foot, then the other. As if offering her
panties as a prize, she lifted them in the air to the level of her face.
She extended her arm outward and let them slip from her fingers.
Sniveling, Melanie slid off Bill's knees.
"I won't cry," Anna said with a haughty air to the 16-year-old.
Then she bent and arranged her lovely body over her husband's knees.
Bill lifted Anna's skirt up off her bottom. He folded it over the
small of her back. "I'll bet I can make you cry," Bill said with a wry
smile. Anna let her head droop and her lovely mass of curls spilled
toward the floor. Her bottom lay revealed, surrendered to the man she
loved.
"Say, Bill," Martin said. "Anna is your wife. You might go easy on
her...even unconsciously. Perhaps I should be the one to administer her
spanking." Anna seemed to give a little start at that.
"Why sure," Bill replied with a grin. "I've never seen another man
spank my wife. That would be a treat!" Anna turned her head toward
Martin and glowered at him. "Get up, Anna!" Bill commanded.
"No! I don't want to!" Anna said. "You be the one to spank me."
"You see?" Martin observed. "She knows I would be harder on her
that you." He got up from the sofa and together with Bill they pulled a
struggling Anna from his lap. Then Bill held Anna, her hair tousled, her
chest heaving slightly, as Martin seated himself on the chair. Then
Anna, still resisting a bit, was placed over Martin's lap. Martin folded
the girl's skirt back and admired her naked white buns.
"My, this is so boring," Bev said. She had drawn a joint from her
purse and lit it. Bill walked over to her and motioned for her to give it
to him. Taking a puff for herself, she complied.
Bill sucked upon the joint, then stepped over and handed it to
Martin, who looked up from his bottom-oriented reverie to take a puff
himself.
"Here, I might be hard on you and this will help," Martin said to
Anna. He lowered the joint to her face. Anna lifted her chin and let the
joint be fitted to her lips. She sucked momentarily upon the butt,
drawing in the sweet smoke of the hemp. Martin passed the joint back
to Bill.
WHACK! Martin's hand landed with resounding firmness upon
Anna's bottom. The woman jerked upward, momentarily lifting her
head. Except for the breath catching in her throat she made no sound.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Mercilessly Martin began applying the
strokes. Anna did her best to make no sound at all, giving only little
gasps.
Bill presented the joint to Susie.
"I don't do drugs," Susie said.
"I want some!" Melanie piped up, picking herself up off the floor
where she had been consoling herself. Martin lifted his eyes to watch
as Melanie's ass wiggled its way over to Bill. Her panties remained
bunched under the acclivity of her arse. Her skirt, askew, only
managed to hang down over the right cheek of her bottom, leaving the
lower half of the left in full view.
Melanie leaned forward as Bill presented the joint to her lips.
Her skirt was raised even higher, baring the undersides of both cheeks
of her bottom. The butt was placed by Bill between Melanie's lips, but
the girl just stood there, thinking somehow that she was engaged in the
act of smoking.
"Suck," Bill said, realizing the girl had never smoked before.
"You've got to suck on it...like a straw." Melanie, realizing her error, did
as he said. Suddenly she stood up and put her hand to her chest,
coughing.
"Very good," Bill said, even as Susie admonished Melanie.
"See? That's what you get for trying drugs," Susie said to the 16-
year-old.
"At least she's trying, which is more than I can say for you," Bill
said to Susie. The blonde regarded the man with a visage of implacable
reserve.
Bill, finding Susie cold as ice, put his arm about Melanie and led
the girl over to the couch. Together they sat down and began sharing
the joint, Melanie taking little puffs while Bill took big ones. Bill
quickly hit upon the idea of squeezing Melanie's melons whenever she
coughed. The 16-year-old, relishing the attention, made sure she
coughed quite often. Her tee still remained folded across the tops of
her breasts. Bev, seeing that she was not going to get her joint back,
lit another.
Anna, meanwhile, was having trouble keeping her vow of silence.
With each slap her bottom burned all the more. Finally her reserve
cracked and she let out a stifled howl. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! came
Martin's hand, ever harder, sensing victory.
"OOOWooo!" Anna cried in her first full blown howl, attempting to
cut it off but failing. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! came the blows, and a
moment later Anna broke into sobs.
"Good! She's crying!" Melanie said. Her speech seemed slightly
slurred.
"Here, take another puff," Bill said, sensing that the girl would be
his to do whatever he wished with once she was stoned. Occasionally
his eyes drifted beyond Melanie to gaze at Susie, sitting like a virginal
nun at the far end of the couch. Somehow her chaste nature made her
all the more desirable.
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