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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
FOOTBALL FROLICS
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Chapter One
It was a warm, summery day, and Emma, being pleasantly wealthy,
had invited her friends over for a cool dip in her backyard pool.
Eventually the partiers had turned to a game of water polo. This
turned out to be a delightful sport (at least for the men) as it was soon
found that the female participants had great difficulty keeping on their
string bikini bras as they played. It wasn't that the bras were becoming
untied, for double and triple knots would have solved that. It was that the
girls, all of whom, as fortune would have it, were endowed with fulsome
chests, and were unable to keep their bouncy mammaries inside their
fashionably skimpy brassieres.
It was quickly decided that since men were permitted to bare their
chests to the world, women should be also, and the bras were discarded as
an anachronism of the sexist past. Two dozen abandoned tops soon floated
aimlessly upon the surface of the pool, only to be churned underwater
when the game overcame them.
Before long the game of water polo itself took on an air of boring
predictability, and it was decided that there should be a contest. The
losers, as if not humiliated enough by their loss, would also have to turn
over their swimsuits to the winners. The game resumed in earnest, and
about 15 minutes later the deck of the pool was crowded with resting
partiers, half of whom were utterly bereft of any attire at all.
Fortunately, a tall row of closely spaced evergreens separated Emma's
backyard from the neighbors'.
Stacey and Kim were among the losers. They sat in chaise lounges,
sipping cocktails as their nude bodies dried in the languid afternoon sun.
Soon the two girls got into an argument, of sorts, over who was the better
football player. It appeared that each had been dating a football player at
college the previous semester, and each claimed that her boyfriend had
taught her more about the sport than the other. Emma overheard this
discussion and suggested that the girls have a little game between
themselves to find out which was, in fact, the better player. Both girls,
heated from the argument, readily agreed.
Stacey and Kim knew Emma's two little brothers played junior
football against other neighborhood teams. The girls asked if they could
borrow the boys' shoulderpads, as, in their words, they wanted to "hit."
The girls also requested the boys' rubber cleated sneakers, plus sports
socks, "for better traction."
As it turned out, both boys had just bought new shoes for the
summer season, and soon both Stacey and Kim stood on Emma's clipped
lawn in plastic shoulder pad units, kneesocks, and sneakers. It was
somewhat amazing to see the girls' blow-dried locks, carefully curled and
arranged, tumbling down upon plastic shoulder pads. Of course, it was
even more fantastic to look upon their naked bubbies, bottoms, pussies,
and thighs. When the girls began warming up by playfully vying with each
other for possession of a beat-up old football, the spectacle was
complete. It was a fantasy of bare, soft white flesh undulating upon
ardent female figures. It was a parlor football coach's dream come true.
To Be Cont.
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Our Story Continues:
This, however, was not enough for Emma. She appeared in a striped
referee's cap, still retaining her bikini bottom, being among the polo
winners, with a riding crop in her hand. To complete her picture of
authority, Emma wore a silver whistle on a string around her neck, which
dipped seductively between her ample, austere breasts. And so that she
would be able to keep up with the girls if they accepted her as their
referee, Emma also wore a pair of black cleated sneakers.
Of course the girls were quite happy to have Emma as their referee,
each afraid of the other player cheating to gain an advantage. The girls
then took to the field, and were about to assume their positions on either
side of the football when Emma said:
"First you must hug each other, to show that you really care more for
each other than the outcome of this game." The girls were eager to get
started, but obeyed, giving each other a quick hug.
"No, a longer one than that," Emma said. "That one made you appear
to care more about beating your friend."
"That's what I'd like to do, with that whip of yours!" Stacey said
gleefully as she made to hug Kim a second time.
"What are you planning to do with that whip, anyway, Emma?" Kim
asked. "Whip the losing team into shape during halftime?"
The girls clasped each other, their eyes closing in a show of
sincerity as they pressed their naked bodies together.
"This is for penalty calls," Emma said, cracking her whip. "Two
stripes for every penalty."
The girls' eyes opened wide.
"You're going to use that on us?" Kim asked.
"Not if you don't cheat," Emma replied with a smile.
The girls separated.
"Okay, Emma, you little sneak, we're ready, despite your whip and
silly make-up and be friends before the game rule."
Emma smiled to herself. That wasn't her only rule. But she would
save the rest of them until one of the girls scored a touchdown. Then
Emma would reveal that each time a girl gained one or more points, the
other must compliment her with a strategically placed kiss. Would the
girls accept that? Not if the other partiers hadn't been there, rooting and
cheering for one or the other of the girls. As it was, however, Emma had a
nice-sized crowd to back her up. And they were amorous, wanting nothing
more than a spectacle of sexy beauties to break down the barriers of
modesty amongst them and lead them into an early evening orgy.
Finis
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Our Story Continues:
This, however, was not enough for Emma. She appeared in a striped
referee's cap, still retaining her bikini bottom, being among the polo
winners, with a riding crop in her hand. To complete her picture of
authority, Emma wore a silver whistle on a string around her neck, which
dipped seductively between her ample, austere breasts. And so that she
would be able to keep up with the girls if they accepted her as their
referee, Emma also wore a pair of black cleated sneakers.
Of course the girls were quite happy to have Emma as their referee,
each afraid of the other player cheating to gain an advantage. The girls
then took to the field, and were about to assume their positions on either
side of the football when Emma said:
"First you must hug each other, to show that you really care more for
each other than the outcome of this game." The girls were eager to get
started, but obeyed, giving each other a quick hug.
"No, a longer one than that," Emma said. "That one made you appear
to care more about beating your friend."
"That's what I'd like to do, with that whip of yours!" Stacey said
gleefully as she made to hug Kim a second time.
"What are you planning to do with that whip, anyway, Emma?" Kim
asked. "Whip the losing team into shape during halftime?"
The girls clasped each other, their eyes closing in a show of
sincerity as they pressed their naked bodies together.
"This is for penalty calls," Emma said, cracking her whip. "Two
stripes for every penalty."
The girls' eyes opened wide.
"You're going to use that on us?" Kim asked.
"Not if you don't cheat," Emma replied with a smile.
The girls separated.
"Okay, Emma, you little sneak, we're ready, despite your whip and
silly make-up and be friends before the game rule."
Emma smiled to herself. That wasn't her only rule. But she would
save the rest of them until one of the girls scored a touchdown. Then
Emma would reveal that each time a girl gained one or more points, the
other must compliment her with a strategically placed kiss. Would the
girls accept that? Not if the other partiers hadn't been there, rooting and
cheering for one or the other of the girls. As it was, however, Emma had a
nice-sized crowd to back her up. And they were amorous, wanting nothing
more than a spectacle of sexy beauties to break down the barriers of
modesty amongst them and lead them into an early evening orgy.
30
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