Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 76 Wednesday August 9, 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 Nineteen
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Fourteen
"Now I shall proceed," Bob said, returning his gaze to the ceiling.
"The three, er, members which we meet at the beginning of our story are
named Alena, Therese, and, uh, let's see, Scott! I almost forgot my good
buddy's name, heh!" Bob cleared his throat again. "The three of them are in
an apartment, and I shall begin there."
"'How was that?' Alena asked, gently rubbing Scott's stiff wet penis
and testicles with a thick, soft, fluffy hand towel." (Bob pitched his voice
as high as he could when giving Alena's line. Everyone laughed.)
"Scott's mouth was gagged, preventing a response," Bob continued,
blackly implying that Scott wasn't the only one who might need gagging.
"No doubt Alena had intended her question to be rhetorical."
"Has he been milked yet?" Therese asked, entering at the far end of
the room.
"I'm just about to start," Alena replied.
"Well, Betsy says to hurry as there's more to this lab work than she
thought," Therese said.
Alena smiled at Scott. "That last minute rush engendered by
procrastination." Her statement was almost poetic. Well, Alena was a
literature major. As if Scott wasn't aroused enough already by the lithe
dexterity of Alena's long, slim fingers, with their lovingly tapered red
nails, now she had to start using provocative words like 'engendered' as
she spoke to him in her quiet, liltingly melodious voice.
Scott had no intention of ejaculating. From what he could gather,
Alena was to jack him off into a flask so that her two girlfriends, both
nursing majors, could use his semen in some purposely lewd experimental
procedure. Apparently most of the girls in the nursing class had chosen a
normal, everyday type of experiment for their class project. But Betsy
and Therese, ever the class clowns, had decided to delight their fellow
students with an outrageous experiment involving sperm.
Alena rose from her knees and removed the bowl and soap she had
used to wash Scott's genitals to the bathroom. Scott watched the roll of
Alena's hips as she walked. Her bottom was full and high, the cheeks
bearing a striking resemblance to a split apple. A vision of Scott
"polishing" Alena's "apple" with a whip shot through his mind. That in a
way was puzzling, for Scott had never been particularly attracted to
sadomasochism. Perhaps that particular fantasy had been "engendered," to
use Alena's terminology, by his present predicament.
Scott was tied to a wooden kitchen-table type chair, his arms bound
behind his back to the rungs, his ankles bound to each of the chair's front
legs. His shirt was tucked up, his trousers were somewhere below his
knees. He still retained his tennis shoes, for whatever that was worth.
Scott had been up late cramming for exams when the girls phoned
him. They had said that they, too, were busy studying, but had a few
questions about several of the core courses they were enrolled in, which
Scott had completed a year earlier. Scott agreed to come over to the girls'
apartment and help them get their studies straight.
At first things went fairly smoothly. The girls asked the
questions, and Scott helped them find the answers. But then the girls
began to bog down; unsure that the answers they were getting were
relevant to the material that would be tested on the exam. Somewhere
during this interlude, as the girls busily shuffled through their notes,
Scott fell asleep.
When Scott awoke it was obvious that the tutoring session, helpful
though it may have been, was but a pretext. Scott was bound and tied,
unsure of just what was going on, and the girls? They seemed very sure
indeed what they wanted to do with him.
Alena re-entered the room. "Guess I don't want to stain this with
semen," she said, pulling her billowy nightie up over her head. Scott's
conviction not to ejaculate was not assisted by this move. His penis
strained outward as he took in the breathtaking sight of an Alena in
nothing but string panties and moccasins.
Alena glossed her lips before a mirror and then padded over to Scott.
"Well, this is it, big boy," Alena giggled. She knelt down. Alena's
ample breasts brushed on either side of Scott's penis as she knelt; his
member actually passed up through the twin mounds as Alena dropped her
face down to the level of his loins.
At first Alena merely caressed Scott's member, her hands passing
lovingly over his treacherously taut scrotum and his rigid cock.
"Ooooh, its so hard," Alena cooed admiringly. "I'll never understand
how you men can be so hard before you come and so soft after." Then she
smiled up at him and extended her tongue. The tip, a drop of saliva on it's
surface, touched the slitted opening of Scott's cock.
A moment later Alena swirled her tongue around the ridged crown
of Scott's penis. Then she let her tongue linger on the sensitive underside
of Scott's member, beneath the head. Finally Alena popped the entire
affair into her mouth, and began the arduous task of working her mouth
upward along the shaft until her lips could kiss the curls of Scott's pubic
hair.
"Be vigorous, darling," Therese said to Alena, suddenly appearing
beside her.
"Push your hips forward," Therese commanded Scott. "Force Alena to
swallow the entirety of your cock."
Scott refused to budge on the chair. Therese sensed his
recalcitrance.
"Are you embarrassed that you're our captive?" Therese asked, at
the same time reaching down and grasping Scott's testicles in her hand.
She squeezed hard upon them.
"Or are you afraid of being humiliated if it is discovered that it
was your semen that was used in our silly experiment?"
Scott nodded. This at least required a response, although he doubted
it would get him released. He maintained his unruly countenance, however.
He wanted these girls to know that they would not escape with this
mischief unpunished, regardless of whether or not he was able to restrain
his reproductive fluid from burbling forth into their flask.
"Well, don't worry, you are going to come," Therese said to Scott.
She turned to Alena.
"Here, let me take over dear, we need his semen at once!"
Reluctantly, Alena pulled her mouth off Scott's stem and moved to
one side. It was Therese and Betsy's project. She was just a helper.
Therese knelt and quickly consumed Scott's penis. Unlike Alena, she
only wished to have the head. She sucked mightily upon this, her cheeks
pulled inward along her face by the force of the suction. Scott's balls felt
turgid.
"Where's my semen?" Betsy shouted, appearing at the doorway to the
room. She was clad in a T-shirt cut off at her sternum and shorts.
"He's trying to hold back," Alena laughed, still kneeling, her eyes
fixed on Scott's member as it sprouted from Therese's lips in a veined,
fleshy arch. Alena put her fingertips to the staff and stroked it.
"Come on, honey, be good and maybe we'll give your poor penis a more
traditional place to discharge later," Alena said coaxingly.
"I thought every man loves a blow job," Betsy said, approaching the
trio.
"I'm sure Scott does too," Alena replied. "Its just the
circumstances..."
"The circumstances?!" Betsy said. "Who cares about that?"
Betsy eyed Scott.
"Hi, honey," Betsy said. "Don't Therese's lips feel simply delicious
upon that big, hard prick of yours? Wouldn't you just love to spurt all over
her face?"
Betsy slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts.
"Look, Scott, I'm taking my shorts off. That penis of yours is making
me desperate. I can't wait to finish my nursing project and jump on that
gigantic cock of yours. I'm sure you'll be very stiff and hard again by then.
"Look, dearest, do you like my panties? They're smooth and white,
just like a little girl's. Nothing fancy, or frilly, or lacy about them. Just a
brief bit of cotton. Maybe I should have worn something sexier."
Betsy slipped her thumbs into her panties and slipped them down her
long thighs. A moment later they were at her ankles, and she stepped out
of them. Betsy picked up her panties and tossed them at Scott. By good
aiming or chance, Betsy's panties landed atop the staff of Scott's penis.
Scott glanced down at the fabric as it draped over his cock. He could feel
it against his skin. It was unbearably erotic.
"I'll bet you enjoy watching a girl's titties bounce when she takes
off her shirt," Betsy said. Scott wanted to close his eyes. But he knew
that would make him look like a frightened little boy. So he watched
Betsy, his face now a picture of grim determination.
Betsy crossed her arms over one another and delicately grasped the
ragged hem of her T-shirt. The shirt was at least one size too small. The
thin white material stretched tautly over Betsy's fulsome mammaries, her
pretty nipples poking impishly against the cotton. Scott held his breath.
Those beautiful breasts that Betsy sported were going to jiggle like Jell-
O when she pulled off that shirt. Scott swallowed hard.
Suddenly the phone rang. Betsy turned, startled; then put down her
hands and went to answer it. Scott breathed a sigh of relief. He averted
his eyes from Betsy's naked derriere as she padded to the phone in a pair
of pink socks, the only other remaining item of attire besides her little T-
shirt.
Betsy's face took on a look of surprise as she talked on the phone.
Finally she hung up and turned to the others.
"Our class project is cancelled." Betsy said. Therese looked up from
Scott's penis, her lips suddenly abandoning it.
Betsy continued: "Michelle said our teacher got in an argument with
the Dean. And quit. There's no one to replace her right now and none of the
other teachers want to be burdened with grading all our projects, so the
school's just going to cancel the projects and give us full credit for the
course."
Therese jumped up with a whoop. A moment later she and Betsy
were dancing playfully, hands joined, in the center of the room.
Alena petted Scott's penis.
"Poor baby. It looks so tense and swollen," Alena said.
"We're going out to get a pizza," Betsy called suddenly to Alena.
Take care of Scott for us, would you?"
Alena's back stiffened. She glared at Betsy.
"Just a minute, girl!" Alena shouted. "Don't think you're going to
stick me with this guy! I'm just your fucking helper! For all I know he
might rip me to shreds when I untie him!"
"That's funny, I thought we were doing you a favor by leaving him all
to you," Betsy said. "He is very handsome." Therese nodded her agreement.
"Sure he is," Alena said. "He's probably one of the best on campus.
But it ought to be you two who untie him. I'm sure he's not very happy
about the way we abused his penis. And he liked even less your plans for
his sperm. What man wants his seed to be laughed at?"
"I don't know, but we're leaving," Betsy said, and turned with Therese
to walk out of the room.
"Just a damned minute! You two aren't going anywhere!" Alena
yelled. She jumped behind Scott, breasts bouncing. Her hands dug into
Scott's bonds.
Scott pulled hard on the ropes around his wrists. Just a little
more...there! Now for his feet. He could hear Betsy and Therese in the next
room scurrying into their clothes.
Alena leapt to Scott's right ankle as he worked on the left.
"Betsy had no compunction about tying you," Alena told Scott. "I just
wish she hadn't been a damn campfire girl when she was little."
Scott sprung from the chair, suddenly a free (if naked) man. He
nearly fell on his face a second later. His trousers! Should he try to pull
them up, or? If he could beat Therese and Betsy to the front door pants
would not be required. Scott kicked the trousers from his ankles as he
bolted for the apartment's entrance. Scott's hard penis wiggled wildly as
he raced for the door. But Betsy and Therese, giggling, beat him there and
skipped into the hall. Oblivious to his nudity, Scott raced after the two
girls as they ran for the elevator.
That was the girls' mistake. They reached the elevator in time, but
of course it wasn't there.
"The fire escape!" Therese yelled, realizing the girls' mistake. But
Scott now stood between them and the stairs.
Scott slowed to a walk and ambled down the hall.
"I hear it's raining outside," Scott smiled. "Not a nice night for two
little girls to take a walk, especially without an umbrella."
"Get back inside," Therese hissed. "You don't have any clothes on!"
"I won't be needing them, considering how I plan to spend the rest of
my evening," Scott said. "In fact, I doubt you will be needing any clothes
either. No, I think our loins have a little score to settle. That is, my penis
and your bottomholes." Scott put two fingers to his penis and pulled it
upward, then let it go. It sprang up and down rapidly, looking suddenly
quite menacing. "Tell me, girls," Scott asked. "Have you ever been
sodomized?"
"Oh, your story's too long!" Willette scolded Bob. "We'll all be asleep
before you ever finish."
"But I was just getting to the best part!" Bob cried.
"I know, buggery," Willette said. "I had a strange dream last night
and I want to share it with you. Maybe you can tell me what it means."
Chapter Fifteen
Willette gave a little cough and began her story:
Alicia was dressed in a silky nothing of a nighty. That in itself
might have been unremarkable, except that Alicia was at the moment
attending a party. She stood chatting demurely with two men in boxer
shorts, a glass of sherry balanced delicately in her hand. The conversation
concerned political candidates.
"I like it that Connely is against building a toxic waste dump site in
Solano County," Alicia remarked, as if utterly unaware of the pair of stiff
prongs that jutted from each of her interlocutors' shorts, just inches from
the juncture of her thighs.
"A project like that could generate jobs, though," one of the men
replied. He and his partner were somewhat less capable of masking their
deeper, underlying interests. Often they let their eyes drift downward,
absorbing the breathtaking sight of Alicia's full, cone-shaped breasts. Did
those twin peaks really point upward at a 10 degree angle, or was it just
their fevered imagination? Both men attempted to crack as many jokes as
a well-carried dialectic would allow. A giggling Alicia was indescribably
appealing. Her voluptuous breasts jiggled deliciously.
While Alicia's bosoms had so far remained comfortably ensconced
behind the gauze of her nightie, now and then the hem of her shift drifted
upward, leaving her delta of Venus utterly exposed. Of course, perceiving
Alicia's pussy was none too difficult in any case, but for a pair of
predatory males every bit of disrobement was worth admiring. Alicia's
legs couldn't have looked any better in nylons, which is why she wore none.
In fact, they were so long and beautifully tapered that even high heels
were not required, so Alicia was barefoot.
Alicia pretended not to notice the gleam of desire in the men's eyes.
She knew they hardly even cared to hide it. Was she the master, holding
back a pair of drooling captives, or was she the captured prey, excused
from physical labor only until her captors could sort out who would
partake of her charms first?
It was more difficult for Alicia to ignore the big brass bed in the
center of the room. That a bed would be so prominently located at a social
party was unusual enough. But this bed was laden with implements of
torture: whips, canes, tawses, dildos of many sizes and colors, and slim
chains that gleamed menacingly in the soft light of the overhead
chandeliers.
D R E A M G I R L S N E W S
h o l y j o e O N T H E L A W
Third Party Beneficiary Contracts
Let us say that I am a bachelor living in a house by myself, and a
pervert. Across from me is the farm of Farmer Shires. Shires, being a
moral man, but not excessively moral, decides he can make more money
from his cornfield if he turns it into a drive-in, outdoor adult movie
theatre.
Shires contracts with the Corrigan Construction Company to build
him an outdoor adult theatre. I discover that, when the theatre is built,
I will have a clear, unrestricted view of the movie screen from my
bedroom window. This is a benefit to me.
Corrigan fails to build the adult theatre. Can I sue Corrigan for
the loss I have suffered?
HOLY, C.J. (gives the answer): There are three types of third party
beneficiaries in THE LAW. There is the "creditor beneficiary," the
"donee beneficiary," and the "incidental beneficiary."
First, there is the "creditor beneficiary." I owe William Dockery
$300.00. On my way to pay the debt to William, I bump into Ian Shires.
Ian: "I have a hot date tonight, but I am broke. However, I get
paid tomorrow morning. May I borrow some money to take out my
girlfriend?"
Me: "Well, I was just on my way to pay William this $300.00 that
I owe him. However, I will give you the use of it, if you promise to pay
$300.00 to William tomorrow (for me)."
Ian agrees, and has a wonderful date. However, when tomorrow
comes he fails to pay William the $300.00 May William sue Ian for the
$300.00?
Yes! In this situation William is known as a "creditor
beneficiary." Even though he had nothing to do with the contract
between myself and Ian, he may nonetheless sue Ian for the $300.00
(that I myself owed to William).
The next sort of beneficiary is the "donee beneficiary." I buy a
Life Insurance policy from the Gay Men's Life Insurance Company. I tell
them, "If I die, pay the proceeds of this policy to one Lynn Hansen." I
subsequently die. The Gay Men's Life Insurance Company refuses to pay
out the proceeds of the policy, saying that I masturbated myself to
death. May Lynn sue the Insurance Company?
Yes! In this situation Lynn is known as a "donee beneficiary."
Even though he had nothing to do with the contract between myself and
the Insurance Company (assume, for instance, that he didn't even find
out about the policy until after I died), he may nonetheless sue the
Company for the proceeds of the policy.
Now let us consider the "incidental beneficiary." It is purely
incidental that I would have benefited from the adult movie theatre.
Farmer Shires has no control over who lives across the street from
him. Anyone could have lived across the street from him. The contract
between Farmer Shires and Corrigan was never made with me in mind.
Hence, I am merely an "incidental beneficiary" of the contract between
Corrigan and Farmer Shires. If I sue Corrigan for not building the
theatre, I will lose.
HOLMES, CARDOZO, and ROLLER concur. WILSON was in the
bathroom and did not participate.
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