Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 73 Sunday August 6, 1995
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D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
watermelon moon
Part Sixteen
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Twelve
"Nooo," Willette breathed. She felt like a baby herself in Dick's
arms. Dick dropped a finger to her clitty and rubbed it even as they
walked.
"I'm sure if you aren't, tonight will be the night," Dick whispered.
"Maybe I'll have twins, or triplets," Willette said. Her eyes widened.
"I hope I don't have a baby for every time I've gotten fucked."
"Lie down," Dick breathed. Obligingly Willette knelt on the carpet,
then allowed herself to be settled into its thick pile. Dick eased himself
atop her and assumed the position for screwing. Willette felt his
cockhead press against her pussy.
"Not yet," Willette pleaded, stroking Dick's hair from his forehead.
"Let's just kiss first." Silently Dick agreed and kept his penis from
entering her even as he pressed his chest down against her bosom. His
hands ran over her ribs and his breath mingled with hers. He sensed the
vulnerability of his butt sticking up in the air, his penis poised for entry.
Between his thighs his balls hung tight and ready. Dick found himself
wishing a dominatrix would take a whip to his bottom.
Soon soft moans filled the living room. Lori lifted her head from the
tableau to suggest that partners be traded. Willette went to Steven, while
Cindy went to Dick. Lori found herself in the arms of her husband. Soon
hands and lips and toes were finding their way to bodies beyond that of
their immediate partner. As the fire roared its approval limbs became
entangled. Soon Lori knew not who was at her breasts, or her bottom. Her
face pressed against Cindy's. The two females kissed for a long while,
then Cindy's face floated away to be replaced by Dick's. When the loving
finally ended the rainstorm had passed.
It was dark outside when the couples settled down to dinner. They
speared hot dogs and roasted them over the fire. When the dogs were nice
and warm they would be retrieved from the fire and put up one of the girl's
pussies. Then, taken out, they would be smeared with ketchup and mustard
and eaten. Bob suggested that as a treat for the girls he might stuff some
warm hot dogs up his butt. The girls declined, but Bob stuck a toasted hot
dog up his butt anyway. Nobody ate it.
A bottle of Attakiska was found and drunk with the dogs. Some of
the liquor was poured over the girls' nipples and they gasped at the slight
burning sensation it produced. When the bottle had been emptied it was
thrown against the back wall of the fireplace and it shattered. Candy
apples followed, each apple being dipped in hot cinnamon that had been
brought to a boil over the fire. Then the couples trekked off to the
bedroom and snuggled under the covers and told ghost stories in the dark.
That night Willette dreamed of electric sheep. They pulsed with
sexual energy. They leapt over fence posts, over each other, some rutted
behind willow trees decked with cotton candy. Then, suddenly, one of the
sheep picked up a gun and blew away the rest. The sheep smiled at her. A
wicked, bloodstained grin. Evil laughter echoed through her head.
Willette awoke covered with sweat. Cindy's head was nestled on her
breast. The girl was sucking her thumb, fast asleep. Her flame tinged hair
swirled over her bosom. Willette patted the girl's head. She stroked
Cindy's long, luscious hair. The light of the moon graced its fibers,
coating the red strands with silver. Willette felt herself falling back
through the depths of consciousness into sleep. As she drifted back to
dreamland Lori began whispering in her ear. It was an almost incoherent
whispering, as of a fellow dreamer sharing her nocturnal adventures.
When Willette next awoke there was a penis in her pussy. Her mouth
opened and was met by a kiss. A tongue invaded her oratorical orifice.
Her eyelashes parted to see her beloved Dick pressed close. He breathed in
her ear.
"Just making sure you're pregnant," Dick said, as his cock sluiced in
and out of her pussy, tight with the morning.
"Gosh, you don't even give a girl time to recover," Willette
whispered.
"Mmmm, after fucking you thoroughly last night I couldn't wait to
get back inside you," Dick breathed. "Now you're all soft and dry again,
ready to be loosened up by a constant, pounding fucking all day long."
Willette felt Steven stir beside her. His hand ran down her side. She felt
his cockhead butt up against her thigh.
"Auuuh!" Willette bit her lip and pressed her head back into her
pillow as the first pangs of lust rushed through her. Steven would be next.
And then, if he woke in time, Bob. During the previous evening's
festivities, as the fire burned low, the men's fires were reignited by the
thought of all three of them ganging up on just one girl. It was their
invented way of making the females wait for once, instead of vice versa.
Last night Willette had been the lucky victim, and it looked like she would
be again today. Was she their favorite? Willette trembled, knowing what
that would mean. Stiff cocks ever ready to plunge into her, to pleasure
her, to violate her.
"Mmmm," Cindy purred like a kitten. Her head stirred from Willette's
bosom. She licked up at Dick's chest as it angled over her. "I thought I
was next." Willette couldn't help but giggle. The girl's head was trapped
between her chest and Dick's. She was their little baby, pressed in
between them as they fucked to make more.
"I'll do you," Steve spoke from Willette's other side. During the night
he had rolled atop Lori to suckle her motherly breasts.
"I want all three men to do me," Cindy said pertly, like a child
requesting treats in a candy store.
"We will, in your butt," Steve said in a wicked, gleeful voice. Cindy
feigned a spate of sobs. Steve crawled over Dick as he humped Willette.
Steve's stiff cock pressed into Dick's bottom cheeks as he clambered over
the man. An unintended anal exploration.
"Hey, watch where you put that dick of yours," Dick said rather hotly.
"Sorry," Steve muttered. The boy blushed at his brush with Dick's
sphincter. He managed to get himself down behind Cindy and found refuge
and regained dignity there between her nether cheeks.
"Ohhh, not my bottom!" Cindy whined.
"Okay, okay, I'll do your pussy then, spoilsport," Steve said.
"Thankyou," Cindy breathed, and pressed her bottom back against his
loins. She lifted a knee and ran it up over Dick's lower back. Steve felt
like a servant, being told which entrance he could use. But a fuck was a
fuck. Cindy's pussy was moist and ready. No oil would be needed.
Bob arose to find not Cindy next to him but Steve. As Steve wormed
his way up to Cindy's womb he felt rough hands come to his bottom cheeks
and gently separate them. "Hey!" Steve cried out. A cockhead came to his
anus. "Hey! GET OUTTA MY BUTT!" Steve pleaded. He was deep in the
throes of pleasure now. Cindy was bucking her bottom into his groin,
pushing his hips backward with each of her thrusts. Steve felt his anus
bump hard against Bob's cockhead. Its tip delved inside. Steve felt a
thrill at the perverted insertion even as he continued his work upon Cindy.
"Please," Steve gasped, his voice heavy with lust. Bob stroked Steve's hip.
The man lay at Steve's rear door, unmoving, letting Steven impale himself
involuntarily on his penis.
Steven was almost impaled to the flange of Bob's cockhead when he
finally ejaculated inside Cindy's womb. Now the only problem was getting
out. Cindy could hardly go forward, she was butted up against Willette.
Steven could hardly go back, doing so would free his cock from Cindy's
pussy only to put Bob's cock up his ass! Steven felt his penis remain hard
even after its spending. He cursed his youthful vitality. He could only lay
there, waiting for Willette and Dick to finish and hopefully roll away.
"Bob, please get away from me or I'll break your fucking dick off!" Steve
imprecated.
"God I'm tired, I think I'll go back to sleep," Bob said. He then began
snoring.
"Fucking A," Steve muttered. He felt the need to fuck Cindy again
grow within his balls even as he prayed for his dick to go limp. Soon
Steven was once more moving his hips, revelling in Cindy's sweet tight
pussy. Cindy greeted his renewed attack with a fresh shower of love
juices. The girl clasped Willette's breast and twisted her nipple to her
lips and sucked it. Behind him Steven felt the movement of his and Cindy's
hips pushing Bob's immobile dick dangerously farther up his ass. Suddenly
the flange slipped inside Steven's sphincter. He cried out, feeling like a
stuck pig whose dick was caught in a milking machine.
Despite the anal intrusion, Steven brought off a second orgasm for
himself, plundering the depths of his girlfriend's pussy yet again. But the
movements of his hips, the clenching of his butt cheeks, proved too much
for Bob. Steve emitted a gasp of surprise as, even as he himself came, Bob
spurted a stream of semen into his rear end. "Jesus Christ!" Steven cried,
blaspheming the Lord even as his own sense of masculinity was defiled.
When Steven had finished spending he let out a sigh of relief.
Hopefully, God willing, this time his erection would ease. And it did.
When he was finally able to squirm out of Cindy he then pulled himself
forward off Bob's prong. There was a little pop as Steven's rear cleared
the flange of Bob's dick.
Steven whirled around and nearly attacked Bob. "Fucking faggot!
What's the big idea of reaming me?!" Steven cried. But Bob was right on
the edge of the bed.
"I was just lying here admiring the view," Bob protested. "You
certainly don't expect me not to keep an eye on my wife, do you?
Especially when you and she spend the night entwined in each other's arms
on the opposite side of the bed. I can't help it if I get an erection while
you're fucking your girlfriend right in front of me. And if my big penis
butts into your butt, well, as you can see, you people are taking up all the
room!"
"Ah, you could've gone and sat in a chair or something," Steven said.
"Why should I go sit in a chair? I'm the one who's being celibate.
You and your girl ought to find a more private place to screw if you're that
thin skinned," Bob said. Cindy rose and put her small hands on Steven's big
shoulders.
"Let me by," Cindy said to Steven. He edged to one side and she
climbed past him to snuggle up against Bob. "You're quite right, in
everything you say," Cindy consoled Bob. She took his cockhead twixt her
fingers. "Let's go wash off your penis before you get some awful disease
from Steven's shit hole." Steven glowered as Cindy urged Bob from the bed
and trotted off with him to the bathroom to minister to his penis.
Chapter Thirteen
Later in the day, after Steven had been forced to reconcile with Bob
or face another spanking attack from the girls for using the word "faggot"
again, the men decided to take a trip to Hicksville all by themselves.
"Be good," Dick admonished the girls as he readied to leave with Bob
and Steve. The men looked unusual in clothing after being so much in the
nude. "No Lessie stuff or anything."
"We'll be little angels," Willette cooed, though at the moment all
three girls were little naked angels, without even robes, let alone wings
or haloes. Cindy nodded her agreement. Her pert breasts jiggled. Lori
smiled demurely at the men. She looked as if she just might be planning
some lewd fun in their absence. Even as Dick gazed at her he wished to
cast off his clothing and run to her and jam his penis between her breasts.
"Let's go," Bob said, at the door. Steven was already outside, fearing
the girls still might decide to spank him, despite his contrition. Dick
turned and followed Bob out of the cabin. A moment later the girls heard
the old jalopy behind the house cough to life. It puttered away down a
gravel path to a dirt road that ran through the woods.
Dappled sunlight spattered the men's faces and shoulders as they
shimmied along through the trees in the old car. It was a 1934 Ford
Runabout, and it had seen better days. But, like all old things that stayed
around long enough, it worked faithfully. Of course, any mile could prove
to be its last, what with its balding tires and large patches of rust, its
nonexistent paint job and engine that jolted every time it was put into a
new gear.
"What exactly do you want to do, other than going tit for tat against
the girls for their little unaccompanied excursion?" Dick called over the
noise of the engine to Bob.
"Well, even if they cheated on us, I think fucking is out of the
question," Bob said.
"The girls saw to that," Dick agreed. Neither of them had the least
interest in mounting an erection. Heidi herself could have walked out of
the forest hand in hand with Little Red Riding Hood, begging for sex,
displaying newly formed breasts and pussy hairs, and neither man would
have shown any interest in his groin.
"I could do with some fucking," Steven piped up from the back seat.
"You're going to stay clean away from any other girls as long as
you're with us," Bob said. "I don't want you giving us any backwoods
venereal diseases with that randy dick of yours."
"It was risky for us to just let him join in our fuck fests," Dick
admitted. "Though the girl he brought with him was irresistible."
"What about you?" Steve cried. "You two old farts could have picked
up most anything in your long careers. And you're from the big city."
"Yeah, well, you're right, it was risky for all of us," Dick said. "But
we haven't come down with anything, so why talk about it? I don't think
the girls cheated on us anyway, so there's no point in blaming them."
"Well, there aren't any bars open at this hour of the day," Bob said.
"Want to just stop by a liquor store and sit in a parking lot somewhere for
awhile drinking and watering walls?"
"Sounds good to me!" Steven gushed.
"Women or liquor, that's all that country hick ever thinks about,"
Dick said to himself. But he did not say it aloud for fear of inspiring a
new round of incriminations.
The three boys happened into the red light district in Hicksville. It
was a lone street near downtown bordered with cheap bordellos and
tawdry porno shops. One store, however, billing itself as an Adult
Supermarket, looked clean enough to explore. The boys pulled up in the
jalopy and jumped out. A moment later they were in a world of $90 VHS
tapes, slick books with few words, and, interestingly for them, sex toys.
There were big cocks and little cocks, dildos for the anus and for the
pussy, double ended dildos and dildos for Lesbians that strapped on. Just
the sort of naughty things that men might bring back to their girlfriends
to stage a hot scene. In addition there were ball gags, leather restraints,
and fur lined handcuffs, each guaranteed to make an exhausted pair of
testicles refill with sperm. The boys plunked down some bills and walked
out with a sackful of playthings. The owner gazed after them, thinking
them faggots about to go on some perverted sexual escapade amongst
themselves.
About an hour later the jalopy jostled its way back up the gravel
path to the cabin. Dick and Bob hopped out and raced in with the sack.
"Tah dah!" Bob cried. "Bend over girls, have we got some treats for
you!" Willette sauntered from the hallway out into the living room. She
was wearing clothes.
"Hey, what's up? We don't have to leave here, do we?" Dick asked.
"Of course not, silly," Willette said. "You don't expect us girls to be
immodest all the time, do you?"
"We do now," Bob said, and spilled out his sackful of goodies on the
dining room table. The men's collection would have made an odd still life
painting indeed, piled on the table next to a small basket brimming with
apples and pears.
"Where's Steven?" Cindy asked, coming out of the hall behind
Willette, hand in hand with Lori.
"Uh, do you know a girl named Jennie?" Dick asked.
"Jennie Trevor?" Cindy asked.
"Don't know her last name, just that she's blonde and about 12-
years-old," Dick said.
"Um, yeah," Cindy said. "So what?"
"We stopped for a bite to eat at a hamburger stand and she caught
Steve's eye and asked him to, uh, relieve her of her virginity."
"That bitch!" Cindy cried. "That fucking-A bitch!" Cindy threw
herself into a chair and tossed her head to and fro, as if to deny the very
words that had just been spoken to her. Her hair flew in all directions.
"We tried to stop him," Bob said. "But his dick was making quite a
bulge in his pants the whole way. To be honest, I don't think he had a
whole Hell of a lot of choice."
"Oh, sure, you men never blame yourselves, even if what you do is
illegal," Cindy pouted. Lori sat down on the arm of Cindy's chair and
patted her head.
"There, there, dear, what would you do if you were 18 and afflicted
with a painful erection and some girl came up to you and asked you to yank
down her panties?" Lori asked.
Cindy was weeping now. "I knew it would come to this. I knew he
wouldn't be loyal," she cried. She rubbed a hand across the tears on her
cheeks and snuffled. "It's that damn Jennie, though, I can't believe her!
She gets three inches of tits and thinks that suddenly gives her the right
to grab my boyfriend. I'll kill her!"
Willette had let her curiosity draw her to the table. "Oooh," Willette
breathed, fondling a rubber cock. "Come, Cindy, look what these nasty boys
brought us." Willette picked up the biggest dildo. "You did bring this stuff
for yourselves, right?" Willette asked the men. "You certainly don't expect
us girls to take something like this?"
"Only up the butt," Bob grinned mischievously.
Cindy was back on her feet now and being guided to the table by Lori.
She wept as she walked. "That little brat! She's no prettier than I. Does
she think I can't swipe any boy she takes? Why, I remember when she was
just a little urchin swinging from tree limbs and playing with dollies."
"It's a threat we all face," Lori said consolingly to Cindy. "Just be
glad you're still 18. You have plenty of years ahead of you before you're
put out to pasture by biased baby stealing men."
"They should all be castrated," Cindy snuffled, even as Willette
placed a ball gag in her palms. "Castrated and hung up by their penises if
they have sex with any girl under 18."
"Well, we'll do just that when we become president and vice-
president, you and I," Lori agreed. "Now slip this over your head and see if
it fits you. It looks like it should."
D R E A M G I R L S N E W S
HOLY JOE GOES TO WASHINGTON
by me, holy joe
Mainly I wanted to tell my congressman that he is an idiot. I notice
that everyone in America takes a vacation in August, and many people go
to Washington. Not surprisingly (as I discovered) Congress goes on
vacation too. They LEAVE Washington. So my congressman still doesnÕt
know heÕs an idiot.
But I did get to visit all the great sights: BobÕs Porno Store, FredÕs
Liquor Emporium, and the Junior GirlsÕ Reform Academy. I also visited the
Washington Monument (a giant dick), the Library of Congress, and the
Lincoln Memorial. I wanted to use the toilet there, but some negro was
busy cleaning it. So I saluted Lincoln for freeing the slaves and went in
the bushes instead.
Following the dictum of ÒWhen in Rome,Ó I scored some drugs and
fired off a couple of shots at the White House. Finally, I returned home
with a t-shirt. It reads: ÒI visited Washington, and I missed.Ó
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