Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 74 Monday August 7, 1995
alt.sex.stories alt.stories.erotic
D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
watermelon moon
Part Seventeen
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Thirteen
Before Cindy, still viewing the world through teary, emotion
stricken eyes, could even see what Lori was at the ball gag had been
slipped over her head and was being pressed up against her lips. A moment
later she could neither speak or weep, save muffled little gasps that
escaped around the ball. Her petulant lips formed a pretty O and her
friends told her she looked very sexy. The next thing Cindy knew her
wrists had been pulled behind her back and a pair of fur lined cuffs
slapped on them.
"I don't want this," Cindy said in a voice so constricted only she
herself could understand it. Bob stepped forward and ripped open her
blouse. Her pert, girlish breasts bounced out and into his palms.
"I still love you, and Dick does too," Bob said, kissing each of Cindy's
nipples in turn. They were light, reassuring kisses. They portended more
substantial things to come.
"We all love you," Lori said brightly.
"And now it's time for you to lose your virginity too, your anal
virginity," Bob said in a fatherly voice. Lori pulled off the T-shirt she
wore. Her heavy, motherly breasts jiggled alluringly as the hem of the T-
shirt cleared them. Willette too pulled off her shirt. Her girlish breasts
bounded forth, ready for action. Dick dropped his pants and displayed his
penis.
Cindy was led over to the fireplace. Lori knelt down beside the
fireplace and stirred forth a smattering of flames. Cindy was put down on
her knees on the thick carpet and made to bend forward. Her face came to
rest on a small cushion lying on the floor. Cindy felt manly hands come
around her waist and deftly unbutton her cut-off jeans. A moment later
the artfully ragged shorts were at her knees. Then her panties were made
to join them, leaving her bottom bare.
"Which of us gets the honors?" Bob asked Dick.
"We'll flip for it," Dick suggested. He pulled a quarter from his
pocket. "Heads or tails?"
"Tails, of course," Bob grinned. Dick flipped the quarter and caught
it in his palm.
"Fuck! It's tails. You win," Dick said.
"Ha! I took Steve's anal virginity, and now I get his girlfriend's," Bob
crowed. "Bring some oil, girls!"
Willette fetched a flask of oil and she and Lori competitively
greased up Bob's penis, their hands fighting for territory on his rod as they
simultaneously went about the task. When Bob was glistening with
mentholatum he knew he was ready. He let the girls continue on for
another minute, then shooed them away. Cindy was given a dollop of oil
twixt her cheeks, but no more. Bob took her by the hips and whispered
consoling words to her as he pressed his organ against her rose.
"Easy girl, easy," Bob said, as if breaking in a young filly. "Just relax
and let me do the work. That's a good girl, bare your anus to the air." He
gripped her cheeks and pulled them wide. He drew back a moment to
admire her virgin sphincter. Willette dropped more oil down Cindy's hole.
Then Bob gave a manly jerk of his rod and thrust his cockhead in almost to
the flange. Cindy cried out and bucked her hips once and then stilled. She
sniffled, a remnant of her weeping. Lori stroked her flame tinged hair.
"There we go," Bob gritted. His penis eased through its flange. Cindy
made a little mewing sound. Lori shushed her. She caressed the cheek at
Cindy's face.
"Oooh, it's so lovely," Willette gasped. Her eyes seemed fixated by
the scene of Bob's prick slowly taking root in Cindy's arse. He looked as if
he were trying to plunge a big carrot back into the ground.
"What if New World Order jumped through that window and ran up
and sliced your dick right through with a machete?" Dick asked.
"Ho, ho," Bob said. "Don't disturb me while I'm fucking this little girl
here. It is her first time, you know. I need to concentrate."
"Sorry," Dick said. "Guess I'll just sit here and masturbate the ol'
rod."
"Oh, Dickie!" Willette snapped. "You be a good boy and just watch for
now. Maybe Bob can give you a few pointers." Bob grinned.
"Yes indeed, Dick. I believe you could use a lesson or two in anal sex.
I have not been celibate for the last four years, so I'm up on all the latest
techniques. You'll notice here how I am giving my penis little jerks
forward, then pressing some, then jerking some more. Sometimes I even
pull back a bit just to give this virgin a little relief."
"Whoa, I should take notes!" Dick groused.
"Yes, it would be best if we could film this," Bob said. "I think I
could be of great assistance to young couples experimenting with love. So
many of them must travel blindly, you know. Such a pity."
"Well, maybe they can buy a book on the subject," Dick said. Bob gave
a little jerk forward with his dick and Cindy cried out, then quietened
with Lori's help.
"So many of those tomes are authored by rank amateurs," Bob said
dismissively. "Why, I've even heard there are a few masturbating virgins
in the lot. Little nerds who have never done anything but read other
people's books!"
"That is bad," Dick agreed, surprised at himself for even engaging in
such a ridiculous conversation. "The blind leading the blind."
"Now I, on the other hand, would make a great porn writer," Bob
extolled. "But I'm so busy fucking, I know I'll just never have the time! I
guess I'll just have to leave the enterprise to lesser mortals."
"Well, if you go much slower there, I may wind up being a porno
author," Dick chided.
"Ah, see? You display your ignorance with that remark,
grasshopper," Bob admonished. "Slowness is the essential art of taking a
virgin. Slow, considerate fucking, that is what is called for. Especially
when it's up the butt."
"Yeah, yeah," Dick said. "I still think New World Order is going to
leap through that window and relieve you of your expertise."
Cindy proved so tight that no sooner had Bob urged himself fully
within her than he came. He cried in dismay as his cock suddenly jetted
out his seed. "Wah!" Cindy cried in a high, thin voice as he came, though
perhaps more for effect than out of any real alarm. With some indignity
Bob pulled his quickly limpening penis out of her a moment later.
"Okay, my turn," Dick said, bringing his penis to bear on Cindy's
bottom.
"No Dick," Willette corrected. She grasped the stem of his cock and
pulled it away, then slapped her other hand protectively over Cindy's
exposed rose. "One's enough for her for today. You may have your share
tomorrow, if she feels ready for it."
"Well then," Dick said irritably. "Bob and I have something in store
for you, if you can't let this event proceed any further."
"For me?" Willette asked, putting a hand to her chest. "And what
nice treat do you have for me?"
"And Lori," Bob added.
"Oh my," Lori said. "You men are really getting my juices going.
Don't tell me you're going to fuck us for the ninety-ninth time."
"Now that's insulting," Bob said. The fact that his penis was
shriveling fast added nothing to his dignity. "But no, Dick and I are not
going to fuck you. You and Willette are going to fuck each other!" The
girls gasped, despite the fact that their perusal of the men's goodies on
the table should have clued them in.
"Now Dickie," Willette said, "you don't really intend to use that junk
you picked up at that store, do you?"
"Of course we do," Dick said, rising. "You think we want to waste our
money?"
"But I thought, well, I thought you were just trying to titillate us,"
Lori said. "It was rather exciting to look at, thinking that somebody
somewhere might actually put it to use. I thought perhaps you'd put the
stuff up on the mantle to look sexy or something."
"Hell no!" Bob interjected. "We, or rather you, are going to use every
last one of those things. On each other. Starting now."
"No!" Both Willette and Lori cried, and ran screaming from the room.
They were happy screams, though no doubt the girls did indeed feel some
trepidation at the thought of what their men had planned for them. Dick
and Bob leapt up and ran after, laughing.
"Hey! Let me up!" Cindy mewed incoherently over her ball gag.
Willette was topless, but wearing crisp, smooth designer jeans that
tapered to seductive little openings at her ankles. Below she wore 5 inch
spiked heels, admittedly not the recommended footwear for running. Dick
admired her even as he chased her into a bedroom. Lori leapt on the bed,
her red polyester skirt flying up to reveal her pantied bottom. Bob, if he
was in need of an invitation to rape his wife, got yet another.
"Ook! Ack! You mean old man!" Lori cried as the husband 15 years
her senior pinned her to the bed and zipped down her dress. A moment
later only her panties remained. Lori gave up her fight and relaxed as Bob
put his teeth to the front of her undies and pulled them down her wriggling
legs. Willette too fell prey to Dick upon the bed. Despite the prettiness of
her pants, or perhaps because of them, the jeans were shorn from her hips.
Beneath she wore no panties, and a moment later her pussy was host to
Dick's tongue.
After several long, luxurious minutes of each male poised over his
bride and bride-to-be, the girls were allowed to sit up. Each had a pussy
made moist by tonguing. Their nipples, too, glowed wetly with saliva.
"Dick, go get our bag of treats," Bob ordered. "I think this bed will make a
jolly place for the girls to help us get our money's worth."
"Righto," Dick said, and jumped from the bed and jogged out to the
living room. There was no telling how long the girls might remain docile.
He could easily return to the bedroom only to find Bob over their knees
getting a spanking. Dick ran easily, his penis waggling lewdly as he
sprinted, balls jangling as if to ring parishioners to church.
"Mmmf! Mmmph!" Mews of distress greeted Dick as he entered the
living room.
"Oh, yeah! Cindy!" Dick cried. He loped over to the girl and knelt
down beside her. "I'm sorry, honey," Dick apologized. "Dammit! Now where
is that key to the handcuffs?" Dick hopped up and strode over to the table.
"We wouldn't want you to miss our big dildo fucking party for girls only,
now would we?" Dick asked aloud as he rummaged through the pile of toys
on the table. "Aha! Here it is!" When he came back over to Cindy she
seemed markedly less interested in being released.
"Ho! What have we here?" Dick asked as Cindy tried to squirm away
from his key. "Don't tell me you don't want to host a dildo up your pussy?
Not even a vibrator? Come now, girl, what do you think God made that
cute little hole between your legs for?" Dick strove briefly with Cindy
and got the key into her handcuffs. A moment later her hands broke free.
"Hey there, come back!" Dick cried. In a flash the girl was up and off and
running, oblivious to the ball gag still affixed over her mouth. As she ran
she pushed her shorts and panties, clinging to her knees, down off her
calves to give her legs greater freedom.
"Bob! Cindy's escaping!" Dick cried out. He was greeted with a cry
of "Help!" from the bedroom. Dick bounded after Cindy into a musty old
study, the girl looking back at him over her shoulder as she ran. She
looked absolutely darling, running about with her lips still formed in an O
by the red ball of the gag.
Dick found himself gazing at Cindy across a big oaken desk. The girl
put her hands to her head and attempted to wrest the ball gag off. As she
went to work on the gag Dick leapt at her. Cindy had to leave off trying to
free herself from the gag to put distance between herself and her naked
male pursuer.
Cindy dodged past Dick and out of the cabin. She ran as hard as she
could, her ability to fill her lungs with air severely constricted by the ball
gag at her mouth. As Cindy's chest heaved for air Dick caught her. He
tumbled with her into the field of daisies. They both began laughing.
Gently Dick prised the ball gag off Cindy. As soon as her lips were
free she kissed him on the mouth. Dick and Cindy rolled together in the
grass. The ball gag lay discarded as they coupled.
"Oh, Dick, you're such an animal, you just make me forget entirely
about my mean boyfriend," Cindy purred between kisses.
"Your ex-boyfriend," Dick corrected. "We Arabs are allowed to be
polygamous, you know."
"Mmm, would you make me your wife, just like you intend to do to
Willette?" Cindy asked, smiling.
"Certainly," Dick said.
"Mmm, fuck me Dick, get your penis right up me," Cindy said.
"What about our friends?" Dick asked. "I think I heard Bob calling
for help as I was chasing you."
"Let him suffer," Cindy said. "He needs a good spanking anyhow. Too
much Gay behavior. Let him be smothered by those two females." Cindy
looked thoughtful. "Of course, knowing them, they'll probably stick a dildo
up his ass."
"A vibrating dildo," Dick said. He felt the warmth of the sun on his
own bottom even as he spoke of Bob's.
"Mmm, yes," Cindy agreed. "A big, fat, long, vibrating dildo that will
give him an extra wide asshole so he can accommodate any man in the
universe."
"Bob just might like that," Dick said. Cindy had arched up her bottom
beneath him and he felt her fingers curl around his cockhead. A moment
later and he was thrusting inside her pussy. Even so their conversation
continued.
"Ah, mmm!" Cindy cried over a pang of pleasure. "Who's pussy is
tighter, Dick, mine or Willette's?"
"Don't know," Dick said. "You're both the same age, and neither of you
has ever had any children."
"Mmm, Willette will now, though," Cindy smiled.
"Probably," Dick said. "Who knows? You might too. I might make you
a hostage here and deprive you of your pills just so I can see your tummy
swell too."
"Mmm, do it to me, Dick," Cindy said, and grew silent, leaving the
question hanging in Dick's mind as to whether she wanted to be made a
prisoner or simply enjoy the penis which now pushed deep within her.
Chapter Fourteen
When Dick and Cindy eventually sauntered into the bedroom where
Bob was entertaining Lori and Willette, they found the man on his knees,
his head pressed to the bed and his bottom rearing high in the air.
Willette sat on his shoulders. Lori was at his rear.
"Ah, and now we'll try this prized specimen," Lori said, lifting a
dildo into the air. From the light coating of shit on several nearby dildos
it looked like Bob had already greeted several artificial cocks with his
hole. "Ridges and bumps guaranteed to give pleasure," Lori said, reading
the box from which she had just taken the dildo. She smeared cream on
the dildo and then, sticking her tongue out the side of her mouth and
assuming a very serious demeanor, she shoved the cockhead of the dildo up
Bob's butt. He squealed beneath Willette's clamping thighs.
"Richard, how nice of you to come...and you look like you just came,
too," Lori smiled, looking up from her task. "Would you care to be next
after we finish with Bob?"
"I think I'll pass," Dick said. He settled into an easy chair and put
Cindy on his lap. Willette showed a tinge of jealousy.
"Cindy, why don't you help out and take a turn holding down Bob?"
Willette asked.
"No thanks," Cindy said. "I've got to discuss my impending marriage
to Dick." Dick grinned sheepishly.
D R E A M G I R L S N E W S
Z I N E R E V I E W
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