Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 72    Saturday    August 5, 1995  
alt.stories.erotic  alt.sex.stories

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

Chapter Eleven
  
         Shocked, Lori put her hands to her boobies to keep the bustier from 
falling off them.  She turned about to confront Willette and the blonde 
slapped her on the face.  Lori's hands flew up to block any further slaps.  
Her bustier drooped in front, revealing the tops of her nipples.  Willette 
grabbed Lori by the front of her bustier and yanked as hard as she could.  
But the straps over Lori's shoulders held.  Instead the violent tug by 
Willette sent Lori sprawling face first into the carpet.  
         Lori raised herself up on her hands.  Willette's foot was on her back 
once more.  The straps of Lori's bustier fell from her shoulders.  Suddenly 
Lori flipped onto her back, throwing off Willette.  As she flipped over Lori 
lost her bustier.  But she cared not.  Lori sprang up, leaving the bustier 
behind on the carpet.  Breasts jiggling, Lori strode forward.  Willette 
stepped back fearfully.  Lori slapped Willette twice on the face.  Then, 
even as Willette was still reeling from the slaps to her cheeks, Lori 
slapped each of her breasts.  They were hard, uncompromising slaps, and 
Willette's breasts seemed to shimmer from them as if being turned into a 
mirage.  
         Willette dove forward and grabbed Lori by the front of her panties.  
Violently she tugged Lori's panties down her thighs, down her knees, down 
her calves, to her ankles.  At the last minute, as Willette hit the floor, 
Lori's panties in hand, she realized the stupidity of her latest stratagem.  
A moment later she felt Lori collapsing possessively atop her.  
         Willette felt Lori's teeth come to the small of her back.  Lori bit into 
the lace thong which held her playsuit about her waist.  As Willette 
attempted to scramble out from underneath Lori she could feel the 
brunette gnawing away like a beaver, trying to part her from her thong.  A 
moment later there was the snap of elastic imbued lace.  Willette felt her 
playsuit fall away from her pubic mound, revealing it.  Now only the 
spaghetti straps around her neck and the midsection of her back kept her 
from losing her playsuit entirely.
         Willette stood.  She looked at Lori.  Both females were breathing 
hard.  Lori had lost everything.  Her stockings, her bustier, her panties.  
She looked like a tawny tigress, poised to strike.  Willette grasped the 
front of her playsuit.  She pulled hard.  Her spaghetti straps broke.  
Willette tossed the playsuit aside.  Now she was naked too.  She was Jane, 
and she didn't need Tarzan.  The world was not ruled by tigresses, it was 
ruled by human beings.  And Jane would defeat the tigress.
         Letting loose a howl, Willette attacked Lori.  She caught the 
brunette about the neck and pulled hard.  Lori fell onto her back.  Lori's 
legs flailed as Willette mounted her.  Willette grabbed Lori by her breasts 
and squeezed them as hard as she could.  She began bouncing her bottom up 
and down on Lori's tummy.  Give her a free abortion, if she was pregnant, 
though in fact Willette knew (thankfully) that she could cause no harm to 
such a young foetus, if indeed one even existed.  Lori grasped Willette by 
the neck.  Choking was not allowed, but Lori could push against Willette's 
neck with all her might.  Perhaps she might even break it.  But Willette 
was strong.  Strong like the humans who had conquered Earth.  And 
determined.  It had been her idea to get triple-fucked.  Lori had no 
business stealing her idea by winning the match.  Willette, head strained 
back, heard Cindy begin the count.  
         "One, two, three," Cindy counted off.  Willette prayed the country girl 
didn't stumble on her way to ten.  "What comes after three?" Willette 
could just hear Cindy asking Dick.  No doubt Dick would enjoy that.  
Willette promised herself that if Cindy fumbled the count she would teach 
the girl to count by making her count whip lashes across her bottom!
         "Four, five, six," Cindy continued.  There seemed to be a slight pause 
after six.  In frustration Willette bounced particularly hard upon Lori's 
tummy, knocking the wind from her.  Momentarily the pressure on 
Willette's neck eased.
         "Seven?"  Cindy said, almost tentatively, as if wondering if that 
were the right number.
         "Eight!"  Willette cried through gritted teeth.
         "Six, eight, seven?  ...nine," Cindy continued.
         "Ten!"  Willette cried, even as Cindy blurted out the final number in 
triumph.  Willette jumped up from Lori.  The brunette seemed almost 
relieved to have the bouncy blonde off her.  "I won!  I won!"  Willette cried.  
A moment later she was embraced by all three men, cocks straining 
against her perspiring form, eager to give Willette her reward and make 
her sweat even more.
         "Shit," Lori swore.  Cindy bent over and extended a hand to help Lori 
up off her back.  Lori took Cindy's hand then, a gleam of frustration coming 
to her eye, let go of Cindy's hand and grabbed the front of the girl's 
camisole.  A moment later Cindy cried out as Lori tore open the front of 
her camisole.  
         Lori grabbed Cindy's ample breasts and squeezed them hard.  She put 
her mouth to Cindy's right breast and ruthlessly began to suckle it.  Cindy 
collapsed atop Lori, unsure what to do.  Ravenously Lori sucked first 
Cindy's right breast, then her left.  Cindy found herself both trying to push 
the woman's face away and stroking her auburn mane.  
         "Too bad we've no strap on dildo for Cindy to don," Lori heard 
Willette teasing.  "That's as much cock as you'll get for the next hour!"  
Lori left off sucking Cindy's teats.  She looked at Willette.  Cindy looked 
down at her tender breasts.  There were light teeth marks on her areolas.  
Lovingly, forgivingly, consolingly, as if perhaps to ward off another 
attack, Cindy bent forward and put her mouth to one of Lori's breasts.  
Gently she began to suck it.  At first Lori looked upon the girl with alarm, 
fearing Cindy would bite her breasts in turn.  Harder than she herself had 
bitten.  But then Lori realized the gentleness of Cindy's suckling.  Absently 
she put a hand to the girl's long hair and stroked it.  Her long, blonde, 
flame tinged hair.  With its lovely smattering of natural curls.  Lori felt 
herself feeling a tremendous warmth toward this tender, nurturing soul.  
         Gently Lori prised Cindy's lips from her breast.  She put a finger 
beneath the girl's chin and lifted her mouth to her face.  Lightly she kissed 
the flame haired girl upon the lips.  Lori felt Cindy's breasts brush her 
own.  Lori laid back upon the carpet, drawing Cindy down with her.  A 
moment later and both girls were clasped in each other's arms.  Their 
nipples rubbed, sending shivers of electric current between their breasts.  
Lori negotiated her thigh between Cindy's legs and rubbed her spot that 
way.  Right through her gossamer tap pants.  Cindy let out a little moan.
         Willette was flat on her back on the carpet now too, but with Dick's 
penis sliding up her pussy and Steve's cock sluicing between her breasts.  
Bob was about to push his penis down her throat when Willette saw what 
Lori and Cindy were up to.  Willette brushed Bob's approaching penis aside 
and called out.
         "Hey!  You're supposed to be helping me get fucked!"  Willette cried to 
Lori.  More than any of the men she wanted Lori making love to her, being 
her love slave, putting her own pleasure aside to cater exclusively to her.  
Dick realized that Lori was cheating Willette and pulled his dick from the 
blonde.  He rose and walked over to Lori.  Willette felt Bob's penis slide 
between her lips, silencing her.
         "Dick will take care of it," Bob assured Willette.  The blonde felt her 
mouth and throat filled with Bob's big member.  Her cheeks tautened and 
her eyes gaped wide momentarily.  Then her eyelashes fluttered closed and 
she began to suck.  Like a baby.  Except this was anything but a pacifier.  
Yet Willette felt a sense of peace come over her.
         Willette heard the thick pile carpet rustle as Dick led Lori and Cindy 
over to her.  A moment later and Dick's hands were once more upon her 
thighs.  Then his penis was once more making its way up her vagina.  Steve 
bounced atop her ribs, his hands clasping her bountiful titties together to 
make the ride between her breasts even more enjoyable than it already 
was.  Sharp nails fluttered gently down upon her nipples.  It was Lori.  And 
Cindy.  Willette felt her nipples pulled upon.  Not too hard, though 
somewhat hard.  Willette knew Lori would have liked to pull very hard to 
get revenge for losing.  Willette heard Cindy say "Goo, goo," gurgling like a 
baby, and then wet lips touch her right bud.  Cindy was suckling her.  It 
must be Cindy, though Willette didn't open her eyes to find out.  A moment 
later and the question was rendered mute as a second soft mouth floated 
down upon her other nipple.
         Occasionally Willette felt tongues lick across her breasts.  The 
devils were licking Steven's rod even as they fulfilled their obligation to 
Willette.  But with a penis down her throat, Willette could only mew an 
incomprehensible complaint.  She decided to let the slight pass 
unprotested.

Chapter Twelve

         Steven was the first to come.  No doubt because he had the least 
trouble refilling.  Willette felt his hot cum spurt lustily over her breasts.  
Seconds later Lori and Cindy were eagerly lapping up the cum.  
         Bob, spurred by the close up view of a young handsome male 
ejaculating, felt his balls tremble.  A moment later he was filling 
Willette's throat with cum.  He drew forth his dick and, rubbing it, spurted 
all over Willette's face.  Lori and Cindy's tongues quickly followed.
         Finally Dick came, shooting his sperm deep inside Willette, drowning 
her womb.  When Dick finally pulled out, minutes later, Willette felt Lori 
and Cindy's tongues trail down to her pussy to compete for the semen 
there.  Willette sighed and, eyes closed, found the tops of Lori and Cindy's 
heads.  She patted them.  Like doggies.  Like the bitches in heat that they 
in fact were.
         Steven rose up and disentangled himself from the bodies sprawled 
beneath him.  He walked over to a chair and plunked down in it.  There was 
a happy grin on his face.  Bob got up next, his penis drawing like some long 
hose from Willette's gullet.  Willette felt a bit like a men's latrine.  The 
men had relieved themselves and now had no further use for her until they 
once more felt the urge.
         Dick gave a sigh and pulled his cock from Willette's nest.  He patted 
her thigh and walked over to where Steven and Bob were sitting by the 
fire.  Steven had found a bottle of Jack Daniel's in the cupboard of a little 
low table next to his chair and was eagerly gulping down the fire water.
         Bob stirred the embers of the fire with an iron poker.  The cabin had 
grown cooler as the day passed.  Cindy rose from Willette and sashayed 
past Bob toward the window.  Her untamed bottom wiggled alluringly.  
Rising up on tiptoe, Cindy pulled back the curtains on a  high window next 
to the fireplace.  
         "There's a storm coming," Cindy remarked.  Dark thunderclouds were 
gathering on the horizon, beyond the field of daisies.  The upper halves of 
the trees, sticking up beyond the flowered knoll, rustled in an ominous 
breeze.
         "Mmm, I love the rain," Lori said, lifting her lips from Willette's 
bosom.  She looked down at the blonde.  Semen dripped from between 
Willette's thighs.  It pooled between her breasts.  It gurgled in her open 
mouth with her every breath.  Willette extended the tip of her tongue.  It 
was coated with sperm.  "Let's take a walk outdoors and see if we can't 
get you struck by lightning!"  Lori suggested brightly.
         "You're a poor loser," Willette commented in a warm, satisfied voice.  
"But a rainstorm would be a neat, quick way to get cleaned up.  You can 
have all the lightning to yourself.  Lay down and spread your legs and 
maybe it will stab you right in your pussy."  Cindy giggled at the window.
         "Electric babies," Cindy laughed.
         "Maybe it will spear your bottom," Lori said to Cindy.  "Have you been 
taken up your bottom yet, little girl?"  Cindy clasped her bottom cheeks 
with her hands.
         "My bottom?"  Cindy asked, eyes wide.  "I've had Steven's finger up 
my bottom, and Bob's."  The girl glowed at Bob as she spoke.  "But I don't 
think a penis would fit up it."
         "Oh, it'll fit," Bob smiled.  His limp penis stirred.  The other men 
heartily agreed.  For the next several minutes as they passed the Jack 
Daniel's between them they described to Cindy the glories of anal sex.  By 
the time the conversation reached its climax Cindy was sitting on Bob's 
knee, a finger at her mouth, listening with wide eyes.  She seemed both 
excited and uncomfortable at the prospect of being fucked up her butt.
         Lori walked over to Cindy and grasped her hand.  Rain was beginning 
to pitter-pat on the roof.  "Come on, silly, there's time enough later for 
popping your butt, after we take a natural shower outdoors!"  Cindy let 
herself be urged to her feet.  Willette rose languidly from the rug.  She 
looked down at her breasts and squeezed them.  She watched as the last 
traces of undried semen ran down her tummy.  It was still flat.  How much 
longer before it swelled with child?  Willette promised herself she would 
buy a pregnancy test kit the next time they visited town.  But she really 
didn't want to know.  Let nature take its course.  Even as the prospect of 
motherhood dawned within her, she felt incredibly natural and free.  Like a 
young mare, frolicking in a field of daisies.
         "God, isn't this great?!" Lori screamed.  The three girls were outside 
now, dashing through the daisies, hands uplifted to the rain.  Lori and 
Willette were naked and barefoot.  Cindy, more shy and cautious, her 
charms still unexplored by the men in the cabin, wore her camisole, tap 
pants, and heels.  Inside the cabin the men watched through a window.  
Lori had commanded them to have a roaring fire ready by the time they 
returned, and enough strength to dry them with fluffy towels and then give 
them a reason to need another shower.
         Willette watched as re-moistened semen came to life on her body 
and streamed in white rivulets down her.  With every passing minute the 
rainstorm grew stronger.  At first it had been just a few droplets of rain, 
making little moist dots here and there on her.  Now it was pouring down 
like a shower.  Willette closed her eyes for a moment and imagined that 
the rain was champagne.  She lifted up her face to the rain and stood stock 
still.  Lori and Cindy cavorted nearby.  Cindy challenged Lori to do 
cartwheels with her.  Willette opened her mouth and let the rain run over 
her tongue.
         A clap of thunder was heard and Willette's eyes popped open.  Above 
her a flash of lightning seared the sky, followed by another thunderclap.  
Willette, possessed, stared at the sky and cupped her breasts.  She lifted 
her bosoms up in tribute to Zeus.  Would he ignite her nipples with his holy 
fire?  Willette spread her legs.  She thrust forth her pubis.  The rain beat 
upon her tummy.  She felt a hand at her bottom.
         "Willette, let's go in now," Cindy was saying.  Slowly, reluctantly, 
Willette dropped her hands and turned to the flame haired girl.  "Willette, 
I'm scared of lightning," Cindy breathed.  Beyond Lori did splits on the 
grass.  The rain washed down her tummy and through her parted pussy lips.  
Lori cupped her breasts and squeezed them until the nipples exuded lewdly 
through her clasping fingers.  Then Lori let go of one of her breasts and 
touched herself.  A moment later she flung back her head and began 
furiously rubbing her clitoris.  With her remaining hand at her breasts she 
began tickling up her nipples.
         Willette took Cindy by the shoulders and turned her around.  Not 
knowing why, but eager to do it, she marched Cindy over to where Lori sat 
in the grass.  Willette tore Cindy's tap pants off her bottom and down her 
long legs.  She lifted each of Cindy's feet in turn and freed them from the 
sodden garment.  Then she thrust the bewildered Cindy forward until the 
girl's pussy came over Lori's mouth, her legs straddling the woman's 
seated body.  
         "Willette, what are you at?"  Cindy cried, but Willette's only answer 
was to force Cindy down until her pussy came into contact with Lori's 
upraised face.  Happily Lori began to slurp at Cindy's labia lips.  
         Willette knelt down on the daisies in front of Lori.  Deftly she drew 
the woman's hand away from her clit.  Then she replaced the hand with her 
own mouth.  Lori shrieked her approval, muffled by Cindy's muffin, as 
Willette began to tongue her.  
         "God Damn!  Look at that!"  Bob cried.  Willette's bottom waggled 
about as she worked Lori with her mouth.  Above it were the arched cheeks 
of Cindy's bottom.  Between Cindy's spread legs Lori's sumptuous breasts 
could be seen jiggling.  Bob felt his penis stiffen.  He glanced over at Dick, 
who stood at another window nearby with Steven.  Dick was growing hard 
as well.  Steven was already erect, but the men had warned him not to 
take more than his fair share of the girls.  Steven, prohibited by his 
companions from running outside into the rain to ream the girls, began to 
massage his prong.  
         "I'll do that for you," Bob called to Steven.
         "No thanks, Gay man," Steven said.  At least the boy had learned his 
manners, Bob muttered.
         When Lori and Cindy had both come, Willette rose from the grass.  
She turned her face upward and let Zeus' tribute wash off Lori's love 
juices.  Willette wondered if God might not be peeing on her.  Perhaps the 
rain was his pee.  Maybe she was only trading Lori's love juices for God's 
holy urine.  Willette licked her lips.  
         A pair of hands came to Willette's behind.  She looked over her 
shoulders to see Lori and Cindy standing behind her, each with a hand on a 
cheek of her bottom.  "Thanks," Lori breathed.  Cindy was blushing.  "Let's 
go back inside," Lori said quietly.  Above them the sky thundered.  The 
three girls began moving forward, across the grass, back to the cabin.  
         Inside the girls were greeted with three stiff dicks.  Girls at play 
always seemed to bring men back from the dead faster than anything.  
Lovingly the men each toweled down a girl.  Bob did Cindy, while Steve did 
Lori.  Dick found himself rejoined with Willette.  Easily the couples 
sauntered each in turn over to the fire.  It was big now.  Its flames 
crackled out their warmth as above them the rain beat upon the roof for 
entry.  
         Steve drew Lori to the floor and lay back with her.  He put the nearly 
empty bottle of Jack Daniel's to her lips and made her drink the dregs.  
When she had finished the bottle he kissed her and then supped on her 
breasts.  Bob lay down beside his wife, with Cindy in his arms.  He made 
the girl lie on her tummy and prised apart her bottom cheeks to gaze at 
her virgin anus.  Then he began to lick her there.  
         "Come, let's see if I can't get you pregnant," Dick breathed to 
Willette.  "Have you checked to see if you are yet?"  He guided her by her 
slim shoulders.
         "Nooo," Willette breathed.  She felt like a baby herself in Dick's 
arms.  Dick dropped a finger to her clitty and rubbed it.

D R E A M G I R L S  L E T T E R S

ADVICE TO AOL
by holy joe

         In alt.sex.stories recently, side.of.beef@rockpile.com (Marc) wrote:  
ÒI am starting a petition to ban horny little AOL users who JUST got their 
web browsers (and whose search engines will not respond to "sex" 
queries).Ó
         Marc, I feel your pain.  Hence, I have a suggestion for AOL.  I suggest 
that AOL begin catering to the average AOL user, instead of the ideal AOL 
user.  The ideal AOL user is, of course, a feminist (or a sensitive, feminist 
male).  He only wants to go online to search GrolierÕs Encyclopedia for 
information on how to grow dandelions in his backyard.     
         The average AOL user is a Òpervert.Ó  He is interested in that little 
known, arcane, forbidden subject called Òsex.Ó  AOL should have a pervert 
option for these people.  It should be called ÒPerverts Online.Ó  If you click 
on the Òpervert optionÓ you AUTOMATICALLY get total access to all the 
perverted web sites, sick newsgroups, etc.  This would probably eliminate 
a lot of the Òme tooÓ posts.

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