Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 16 Saturday June 10, 1995
alt.stories.erotic alt.sex.stories
D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
Chambers of Love
Part Sixteen
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Eight
...The count stepped to the wall and pushed upon a button. There
was a buzzing sound. Julie's eyes popped wide.
"There's something...something coming up me!" she cried.
"Rub hard upon it, let your natural juices flow to ease its
passage," Yvette encouraged.
"It's going right up my twat!" Julie cried.
"It's greased latex, filled with cream," the count said, coming
forward and speaking into her ear.
"It-It's a penis!" Julie shrieked. Yvette laughed. I couldn't help
suppressing a giggle. Julie deserved what she was getting. The count
saw me and strode over. He got behind me and grasped me firmly,
manfully, by my twitching shoulders. They were small in his hands. He
could crush them easily. Boldly he reached down in front of me and
touched my pussy.
"Does that excite you?" he asked, and found my clitty and rubbed
it. I knew not whether he meant the rubbing or the horse.
"It-It...please," I stammered.
Without stopping her whipping Yvette reached down and yanked
off her purple panties, looping them over one leg, then the other. She
cast them aside and increased the frequency of her strokes.
"Noooo!" Julie was hooting, lifting her face up from the horse's
mane, otherwise bound firmly to it. Stuck to it, rather, impaled upon
its improbably placed penis.
"You-you mustn't," I begged the count, but he had me trembling.
The scent of his maleness flooded my nostrils. He gave my pussy a good
rubbing, then took hold of the waistband of my panties.
"Hold still, girl," he said as I squirmed. With a pout I watched as
he lowered my panties in one smooth motion down my legs. Obediently,
unthinkingly, I stepped out of them. Yvette glanced over at me.
"We are now all as you are, dear," she called consolingly to Julie,
over her screams. The count began rubbing me even more vigorously
than before. He bent his knees and pressed his bulging loins to me like
some animal. Breathing hard, he put his other hand upon my nipples,
alternately, and pinched and pulled them.
"Ooch! Stop!" I cried, to no avail.
"You're next for the horse," he said.
"No!" I cried in alarm. He stood fully erect, but only to rip off my
blouse. I darted from him as he tore the blouse away. I ran to the door,
found it locked. Yvette had locked it. I looked at her, from behind, saw
no key upon her. The count chased me around the room and cornered me.
Distressingly, sniffling, I watched as he rapidly disrobed. A giant cock
rose erectly to greet me, dripping pre-cum.
"I intend to have you, and I will!" he shouted, and lunged at me. It
was no use. He had me. I twisted in his enclasping, muscular arms, his
biceps and chest bulging against me. We were both wet with sweat. I
could not worm out. He lifted me up and I looked down, between my
legs, at his upstanding cock. He lowered me onto the head, then grasped
me round the stomach to fit it into me with his free hand. I scratched
him and pulled at his hair. I was a cat. He shook his head, batting my
little hands away, groped in the air to try to seize them. Failing that,
he got hold of my upper arms and slid his big hands down to my wrists.
He wrenched them back behind me. My breasts popped forward, stuck
out obscenely.
"Now we're getting somewhere," he said. He strode up to Yvette
and presented me to her, pushed my tits in her face. She laughed and
squeezed each of my nipples. I yelped, begged for mercy, promised to
be good. She let go of me and went back to Julie's bottom.
The count carried me over to the side of the room. He sat down on
a chair and put me on his lap. His thing moved snakelike beneath me,
taunting me, scraping my cunt with its juicy tip.
"Come now, you forced me to behave in a most ungentlemanly
manner," he said soothingly in my ear. "Ah, you are getting my cock
wet."
"I could hardly help it," I said between tears. "With you rubbing
me like that."
"Nonetheless, you are mature enough to have me."
"You're too big. Way too big."
"We shall see." His voice took on a snarling tone. Then, as if
restraining himself, he spoke more gently. "Every time you resist me
you just make me want you more, do you realize that? I want Julie,
yes, but she is so mellow, so compliant. You, little colt, bring out the
monster in me, the monster that lurks in all men. To catch you, hold
you, force myself upon you. And you know what?" I squirmed upon him,
only arousing him more. "It's your bottom I want most, your wriggly
little ass."
"No!" I shrieked loudly, childishly. "You would rend me apart like a
pumpkin," I said, snuffling. "Like a smashed pumpkin."
"Ah, but I would enjoy it very much, little girl."
"You mustn't do it, please promise me," I pleaded. "I-I'll give you
anything."
"You haven't anything to give. I own you completely for a month.
And, frankly, I own you for as long as I want. You'll have to let your
hair grow and eventually lower it down from a tower window, but no
one will come because you'll be an old lady by then."
"No! I don't like you," I pouted, but already he was straining at my
entrance. Knocking. His big cock shifted beneath me and I noticed I
liked the feeling. He drew me close, held me fast, groped my breasts. I
humped myself lightly on his cockhead.
"I will cum if you keep doing that," he said.
"Good," I said. "Then you'll have nothing left for my bottom!"
"Mmm," he said. "As bright as you are beautiful." He engaged my
face and I turned my neck slightly to meet him. We kissed, kissed
again, agreed to explore each other's mouths with our tongues. Later he
said he found mine delicious. It tasted of lollipops, he said.
Julie, meanwhile, was shrieking upon the horse, her bottom bright
red. She bawled like a schoolgirl, begging Yvette between every
haggard breath to stop.
"Not until I draw a droplet of blood," Yvette ensured her, "Now
that we've hit every spot on your heinie."
The count heard her and rose up, taking me in one hand by the arm,
as if I were only a toy. I actually dangled from him as he strode
forward. He grasped Yvette's whip hand and stilled her. "That's enough
for tonight," he said, in a voice that brooked no disobedience. "I don't
want her scarred tonight. I have yet to enjoy her." Yvette gave a
peevish look.
"You like her more than me, don't you?" she asked. She glared at
me. "And HER! Especially her. You child molester!" The count laughed,
a full, hearty laugh, with me still dangling haplessly by his side.
"Leave my castle if you like." the count scoffed, eyeing Yvette. He
lofted me high, like some trophy. "I am Count Lesperance! No one will
challenge me!"
"You're an aging, undefeated heavyweight boxer, lost in his boyish
fantasies!" Yvette growled back at him. She spun on her elegant heels.
"Where are you going?" the count called angrily after her.
She turned back at him, but only to snatch up her purple panties.
"There are other men, aging soccer stars, aging ex-presidents who like
to be spanked! I still have my beauty, unlike certain old goats around
here!"
"Burton is 72-years-old."
"I wasn't talking about Burton, and you know it." She reached the
door, fished a key from her half-bra and unlocked it. "I was talking
about a certain CHILD MOLESTER!" Yvette stormed out of the room.
Strangely, I saw why he liked her. She had a certain unique fire within
her.
"She is gone," the count said, somewhat dejectedly. Then he saw
my predicament. "Oh! Excuse me, little miss. I didn't mean..." Gingerly
he lowered me down to the floor. He let go of me. I stared at his
massive cock, which seemed to stick right in my face. "You may go too,
if you wish," he told me. "I am tired, so tired."
"You don't look tired," I said, and looked up from his cock. He
gazed down, smiled, tousled my hair.
"Somebody get me off this horse!" Julie shouted. We walked over
to her. Her bottom was burnished a bright red. She lay weakly upon the
horse, impaled upon its wickedly placed member. Quickly I knelt next
to her and undid the ties on her wrists. The count had to help her sit up.
She did so very stiffly. I undid her ankles. The count grasped her by her
spread thighs and lifted her straight up off the cock. There was a pop.
Cream gushed out of her stretched cunt. The cock was 6-inches-long.
Not enough to hurt a girl, but certainly not something to sit on. It stood
straight up, gleaming, cream still oozing from its slit.
"Don't worry, it's quite flexible," the count said to me.
"Th-that's okay," I said.
"It can extend more deeply if you wish. Six inches is not its
maximum length. It was her first time, so I wanted to go gently on her.
It can pump an unlimited amount of cream..."
"Let's go to bed," I suggested. "You said you were tired."
He grinned. A male grin. "Not-not like that," I said. "Julie and I to our
rooms, you to yours. We'll meet you at breakfast in the morning."
"You're not leaving me?" he asked.
"In the middle of the night?" I said. "Julie and I have been through
too much." I walked over to him, planted a kiss on his beautiful, hairy
chest. I couldn't help enclasping his wonderful cock with my little
fingers. I stroked it gently, nuzzling his chest. Julie stumbled to a
corner, plooped down in her own wetness, which still oozed profusely
from her. Cappuccino. All she needed was the coffee.
I stroked the count's member with my finger tip. All the way
along its massive length. I savored its stiff quiveryness. The big veins
running along it pumped steadily. "How many girls have you poked this
into?" I asked.
"A few."
"A few!"
"All of them survived, I might add."
"As quadriplegics."
"How many men have you let poke you?"
I smirked. "A few." I broke into giggles. He grasped me by my
breasts, lifted them. For a moment I feared he would pick me up by
them.
I reached down, between the hair of his legs. I clasped his
scrotum as best I could. It was drawn up tightly, ready to sperm me. I
squeezed it gently, tenderly.
"Save this for me, will you?" I asked. He gazed down at me.
Unwittingly his mouth fell open. He realized it a moment later and shut
it. He licked saliva from his lower lip.
"Good God, girl. Haven't you ever heard of 'blue balls'?" he asked
me.
"What's that?" I asked, truly innocent. He gulped.
"I-well, men-you see. I haven't had to spend a night waiting for it
since I was 12-years-old!" I circled the rim on the head of his cock
with my fingertip.
"Well, sir, a good girl never does it on the first date," I informed
him. ÒDidn't you know that?"
"But-" he stammered.
"Now you just go to bed like a good boy and we'll talk about this in
the morning." I whisked myself away from him, albeit with a deep
reluctance in my heart. I walked over to Julie. She sat huddled in a
corner, arms around her drawn-up knees, watching. I urged her to her
feet. She rose awkwardly, stiffly, like an old woman with arthritis.
"Did you get a good workout on your horsey?" I asked sassily.
"Yes," she groaned, sobbed.
"I want you to ride that every day," I informed her. "Your bottom
is getting fat."
"Ooch!" Julie winced, put a hand to her flaming posterior. "Don't
mention my bottom."
"I'll put some cream on it in the bedroom," I said. "And kiss it.
Then it will get all better." (I mentioned the kissing to enflame the
count's passions.)
"God!" he announced, addressing the ceiling, half-heartedly
stroking his cock. "I knew I should have installed cameras in your
bedroom!" I slapped his hand away from his cock as we passed him.
"You promised," I said.
"God! What a domme!" he groaned after me, watching me as I left
with Julie on my arm. I wiggled my bare butt at him. "Toodle-ooo," I
waved, and blew him a kiss.
"Oh, madam, may I help you?" Burton offered, just outside the
door. Had he been watching us all the time? I didn't know. Helpfully he
guided us down the hall to our bedroom, Julie's other arm gratefully in
his care. The count came from the room and watched our retreat. I
looked back at him, saw him aimlessly stroking himself.
"Quit playing with your penis!" I called warningly. Abruptly he put
his hand down. Looked up, lifted it again, then realized his sin and
batted it away with his other hand, like a fly.
'Men and their penises,' I thought. 'A man is married more to his
penis than he is to any woman.'
Chapter Nine
By morning Julie was healed enough to walk normally. The
pointillist method, as the count no doubt intended, proved gentler than
it looked. We raced each other downstairs in a clattering of our high
heels. Strangely, we'd found shoes and clothes that fit us exactly in
the armoire. (Though some clothes were intentionally a size too small,
particularly the panties.)
The count was awaiting us in the dining hall, dressed in a polo
shirt and shorts. There was a noticeable swell in the front of his
shorts. Impulsively I squeezed it as I passed him. "I'm glad to see
that," I said, turning my head back as I walked over to my place at
table.
"I'm not," he shuddered.
"Sleep well?" I asked impishly, seating myself.
"Oh!" Julie announced, and found that sitting down, at least, was
still an uncomfortable experience.
"You know, I'm not hungry this morning," the count said, coming
over to us. "Why don't we just skip breakfast."
"Sit down, young man," I commanded. Ruefully he wandered back
over to his chair, sat down, and called for Burton.
Julie and I wore tight little cotton white T-shirts. I glanced at
her and we grasped them in front and pulled them off, holding them just
right so they passed tightly over our nipples and set them to wiggling.
I shook my hair out after I'd taken off my tee. I looked at the count.
"Here, catch," I said, and we both tossed our T-shirts to him. He
caught mine.
We sat happily before him, bare-breasted. I looked down at my
freed breasts and shook them. "Did your nipples wiggle more when you
took off your T-shirt or did mine?" I asked Julie.
"Yours did," she replied politely.
"No, yours did," I insisted. I looked at the count. He seemed about
to pass out. "Give us back our shirts," I said. "We'll try again, and this
time you must be the judge."
"Huh?" he asked, as if in a daze.
"We're going to test the wiggling capacity of our nipples. Give us
our shirts." Dazedly he passed them across to me. I handed Julie hers.
We put the little shirts back on. They had armholes for sleeves,
holes which we'd made extra big so they showed off lots of tit. Stiffly
my nipples showed through the thin fabric of the shirt. We'd cut off the
shirts at the midriffs so our belly buttons could be seen. Earlier I'd
told Burton to put two cushions on each of our chairs, not saying why.
Now, perched in my chair, my feet not touching the floor, I prepared to
flaunt my boobies again at the count.
"Ready?" I asked Julie.
"Ready."
"One, two, three, pull!" We popped the shirts off again, lustily. I
cheated by wiggling from side-to-side, setting my nipples off into
extra jiggles.
"Who won?" I asked brightly.
"God knows," the count replied. "I want to find out who has the
tightest cunt."
"All in good time, sir. All in good time."
D R E A M G I R L S N E W S
[Note: Below is another article by me intended for newbies.
Obviously, if you are reading this you are not a newbie. Feel free to
distribute this wherever you wish. I am not an employee of any of the
companies mentioned and merely offer them as Òquick and dirty pathsÓ to
Internet connectivity. -h.j.]
GET ONLINE NOW!
The Quick and *Dirty* Way
by holy joe
Are you one of the Òunenlightened PhilistinesÓ still wandering
around in a paper and ink world? Have you no idea how to get online? Do
you think the Internet is some kind of a highway that the government is
building?
Well, friend, here is a suggested path for getting on the Internet
quickly. It assumes that you do not have much money but that you do have
a good credit rating. (If you have lots of money you can, of course, just
Òthrow money at the problem.Ó If you have a lousy credit rating I am not
able to help you as I have not yet Ògone to schoolÓ on that particular
problem. (The school of Òhard knocks,Ó that is.)
Here is a path for quick and easy Internet connectivity:
1. Go to Sears. There is usually a lady sitting near the front door
offering prizes if you apply for a Sears credit card. Apply for one.
2. Take your Sears credit card to the computer department. Buy a
Macintosh computer. (It is called ÒPerformaÓ there.) DonÕt worry about
the ÒlimitÓ on your Sears credit card. They will give you a separate line
of credit to buy the computer with. Sears prices are totally competitive
with mail order prices (which are traditionally the cheapest way you can
buy a computer.) You will, however, be paying finance charges.
3. Buy a modem. You will need at least a 14,400 bps. modem and you
(most likely) wonÕt be able to get it at Sears. The one you get for free
with your Macintosh will be TOO SLOW to do you any good. Call MacMall to
get your modem. Their number is 1-800-222-2808. Other reliable
catalogue companies that I have found are: MacZone, MacWarehouse,
Dartek, Tiger Software, and MacConnection.
4. Hopefully your Macintosh comes with America Online already
installed. If not, get a current copy of MacWorld or MacUser magazine at
your local bookstore. There will (hopefully) be a ÒblowÓ card in there
offering a free America Online diskette through the mail. Fill the card out
and mail it.
5. Sign up with America Online. You will get the first month for
free and subsequent months for $9.95.
6. On America Online, click on Internet Connection. Then click on
Newsgroups. Then click on Expert Add. When Expert Add opens, type in
these three newsgroups: (YouÕll have to type them in one at a time, exiting
Expert Add and re-entering to do all this.) alt.sex.stories
alt.stories.erotic alt.sex.stories.d
7. Now click on Read My Newsgroups. The screen that comes up
should display the groups that you just typed in (above). Click on any of
these groups and you can now look for and read Naughty Naked Dreamgirls,
plus all the other fine sex stories in the sex story newsgroups. (Note:
alt.sex.stories.d has no stories in it. It is for DISCUSSION of the stories
which are found in the other two newsgroups.)
8. If you have a question, you can e-mail me at: roller666@aol.com
I do not know how to get online from colleges, the workplace, etc. I can
only really provide you with information that relates to the ÒpathÓ
described above. I can also be somewhat helpful with Compuserve:
basically you type in GO USENET and use CompuserveÕs version of Expert
Add to type in the newsgroups listed above.
THANKS for reading this and I hope to see you online!
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