Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
FREE! Internet Edition May 27, 1995
D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
Chambers of Love
Part Two
by Andrew Roller
Chapter One
"Do not tighten yourself Kimmy," Julie urged, as I instinctively
clenched my cheeks to protect my bowels, even as I lowered myself,
conspiring to have them penetrated. Dan's cock was all I really wanted,
but thanks to Julie's wickedness I wouldn't get one without the other.
A wetness seemed to coat my nether channel now as her digit pressed
more insistently. In front I felt Dan's cockhead opening my labia lips
amidst a swirl of delicious new moisture.
"Ooch!" I cried out suddenly as the ring of my anus popped open
against the bold pressure of Julie's finger. She burrowed within my
nether tube. The shock of violation seemed like a kind of pain to me.
"No! Please!" I cried.
Just then Dan breached my labia, his cockhead splitting wide my
tight lips which engulfed it.
"Aaah!" he and I both cried together, our breaths mingling sweetly.
Our carnal games had begun. Dan grunted at my tightness. In truth I'd
only ever dallied with a younger boy. I'd had no boyfriend my own age,
just a lad of 12 whom I induced to spear me with his little thing at
summer camp. This was my first real cock, and it was a big one. Dan
unflexed his knees and I was lifted up rather than being penetrated
further, so tight was I. But then some female instinct took over.
Somehow I opened to him, just a bit, as the weight of my body bore me
down upon him. He surged his loins upward in desperation. I screamed
and felt his stiffness spear me as nothing ever had before.
Simultaneously I seated myself upon Julie's finger, which pierced
me deeply and painfully. I was in agony as both my channels opened for
the first time to intruders. My body heaved and shook, I began crying.
Yet a warm glow suffused my loins, and newfound moisture within my
channels eased the upward passage.
"Good girl, good girl," I heard Julie softly complimenting me, her
breath upon my back as our bare bodies twisted together. Before me
Dan manfully clutched me and rodded himself in my dell, his hairy chest
titillating my stiff nipples.
No sooner had both my partners invaded me than they withdrew,
almost to the point of leaving me. I sucked in my breath and screamed
as both ends of me were impaled anew. Deeper they both went this
time, then retreated, only to thrust up again.
"Aaagh! Aaagh! Aaagh!" I cried as I became like a rag doll atop
their rigid members. They pumped me with ever greater fury as I
strove, to little avail, to open myself up as much as possible, to avoid
injury. In my mind I was being hurt badly.
Dan grunted, pleased now with my tightness, rodding me
repeatedly. Julie worked herself up and down my back passage, whilst
squeezing her own thighs tightly together with her need to pee.
I must have blacked out for a moment, for the next thing I knew I
was being wracked by a continuous series of orgasms, seemingly never
ending and never beginning, "Worlds without end," as they say in church.
My lusty partners pressed their wet flesh to mine, rodding me deeply
and covering me all about my face and hair with kisses. Dan had torn
off his mask and I thrilled to the feel of his stubbled cheeks against my
face. Julia's tongue danced with mine intermittently, tasting of the
strawberries we'd had for dessert.
Hot gruel flooded my insides suddenly, sperming the deepest
recesses of my hungry, newly opened uterus. Multiple spasms shook me.
Julie groaned and ground her pelvis into my bottomcheeks, pulling her
finger out at last to make space for her pussy.
I'd never been humped by a woman before and it was wild, this
bitch in heat trying to fuck my ass. Of course, pressing directly
against me from behind, her poor clitty met only air where the cheeks
of my bottom inrolled to form my cleft. She had to alternate between
either of my cheeks, squishing her button as best she could against my
twin mounds of protruding flesh. My ass cheeks became covered with
her wetness and then a new shock came. She was peeing!
"Julieee!" I cried, as a torrent of pee baptized my ass.
Dan laughed and gave me a final thrust, urging Julie to save some
of her pee for later. She must have done this, for the flow abruptly
stopped. I was weeping with happiness and the aftereffects of fright.
At last I was let down from my twin-peaked perch, thoroughly violated
and dripping bodily fluids. I was led stumblingly to a couch. We
collapsed upon it in a tangle of arms and legs, Dan on the bottom on his
back, and me sandwiched on my back between the two of them. Julie
lay facing me, our titties nestled together and cunt hairs entwined. I
fell asleep exchanging kisses with Julie while Dan exploringly stroked
my bottom.
Chapter Two
There was no night or day in the dungeon, for it had no windows.
Time could pass unnoticed outside while sweaty naked bodies labored
within. Baths, when needed, were drawn from the faucet into the
bucket and applied with a sponge to a body standing twitchingly bare on
the cold stone floor. A small refrigerator kept fresh fruits and
vegetables, potato salad, chilled chicken and wine. All this was yet to
be learned by me as I awoke, to wide-spread legs standing in an
authoritative posture, with a female muff only inches from my face. I
suddenly realized I wasn't in my own bed at home, but with Julie and
Dan. I stared up at her brown tuft as she stood over me, where I still
lay upon the couch. Dan was urinating in the distance, into what I later
learned was a chamberpot.
I let Julie urge me bodily from the couch. We traipsed over to
Dan, who was just squeezing out the last drops of his pee, with his
hand upon his cock.
"I can do that for you," I offered naughtily, my voice slurred with
lingering sleepiness. I felt a sudden, warm rush of happiness. Yet
underneath I still felt apprehension at what might lie ahead.
Inexpertly I squeezed Dan's penis for him with my little fingers,
my mouth ajar, admiring his new erection. Dan slipped a hand between
my thighs, rubbing me, and doing the same for Julie. She joined me in
fondling Dan's cock, and with each of our remaining free hands she and I
caressed each other's bottoms.
I still wore my pumps, as did Julie, and her hairdo still
maintained a semblance of elegance. Dan had shed his pants and mask
and stood before us naked as Adam.
How long we stood there playing with each other's genitals I
cannot know. After a bit Dan urged Julie and I to frig each other. We
gaily accepted, still keeping one hand on our main prize, his cock. Dan
pinched our bottoms and toyed with our titties while Julie and I
masturbated away. She made me shiver and I her, though we kept it
light so as to make it last as long as possible. There was no stress, no
urgency, no violation, just a carefree indulgence of the private parts.
Gradually a real need grew more insistent, but we toyed with it,
playing upon it while keeping it at bay. Dan's pinching of our bottoms
eventually made Julie ask me if I'd ever been whipped.
"Of course not," was my heartfelt reply. Julie and Dan exchanged
knowing smiles.
"Has she been punished for peeing in her panties yet?" Julie asked.
"I don't think so," Dan grinned.
"Aw, c'mon guys," I said plaintively.
"It would be a waste not to put such a good bottom to use," Dan
said, eyeing my pert hiney. I flexed and tensed my cheeks involuntarily.
A tan line ran across them near the top, beneath which they were snowy
white. (Dan's light pinches hadn't blemished them.)
"Yes, she does have an exceptionally fine bottom for it, doesn't
she?" Julie said, leaning back. She admired my ass as we three
continued teasing each other's cock and cunts. "Nice and round, heart-
shaped, and sticks out quite saucily."
"I think we should make her display it the next time we have
dinner," Dan said. "When we invite guests."
"Yes," Julie agreed. "You could be the serving girl, Kimmy, and
entertain the men even as you serve them."
"Delightful, I'm sure," I said, rolling my eyes with disdain. Yet a
secret thrill coursed through me at the thought of so many strange men
(and ladies!) inspecting my nether charms. I felt wickedly complicitous
in their plans, and gyrated my bottom slightly thinking about it. Julie
thought I wanted to increase my pleasure and rubbed me harder.
"Of course, the men will want to fuck such a fine ass," Dan said.
"It would be torture for them to have to look and not touch."
"Yes, she must be broken in for it," Julie said. She rubbed me
more lightly now and began lecturing me on, as she merrily put it, "The
Fundamentals of Fucking the Fundament."
Julie ended her teach-in with a distressing observation: since
Dan's cock was (at present) too big for my bottom, she would have to
break me in herself. I was still debating the logic of this in my own
mind when the two of them ceased our mutual pleasuring and drew me
over to a shelf lined with dildoes. Studying my rump intently Julie
decided upon an eight-inch fake penis for me. It was long and slender,
with a pouch at the base. Dan fetched a pitcher of cream from the
fridge and Julie carefully filled the pouch, then pressed down a flip-top
to close it. By squeezing the pouch when she fucked me Julie would be
able to shoot cream through the fake penis and into my rectum.
"Don't worry, the rubber of the pouch is quite thin," Julie assured
me. "The heat from our bodies will warm the cream inside." Playfully
she tested the ability of the penis to squirt by squeezing the pouch.
Cream shot out and hit my leg. She and Dan laughed, and I giggled too,
it was so silly. But I felt a sinking feeling as I contemplated that
perpetually erect, ersatz dick, and where the rest of its load was
intended to go.
As Julie strapped on the rubber cock Dan led me tottering on my
heels to a sawhorse. Thoughtfully he placed a leather cushion atop it,
to protect my tummy. Then he said, "Try not to be afraid," and bent me
double over the trestle. Straps on the widely spread front two legs
were used to bind my wrists, then my legs were separated and forced
to stand in a broad vee, exposing the innermost portions of my
bottomcrack. Each of my ankles was lashed to a back leg of the horse.
Through it all I tried to retain my composure. Julie had said it was
important to be ladylike at all times. I dearly wanted Dan to respect
me as much as he did Julie, to see that I could take my punishment just
as well as she could take hers. (For, Julie had said, all proper butt-
fuckings began with a smacking of the bottom, and I still owed them
for peeing in my panties.)
"Jut out your bottom more, that's my girl," Dan said. I felt my
bottom cheeks spread embarrassingly wider as I obeyed. I blushed
fiercely, despite all we'd already shared. In fact this was Dan's first
real chance to indulge his passion for my bottom, and he admired it
closely.
"I want her gagged," Julie said, waggling up behind me with her
big fake penis strapped on. The strap running between her legs was
electrified and connected to a battery. The strap, fur-lined, would
vibrate against her clitty when it was powered.
Dan pried apart my lips and plugged them with a ball gag. As I let
the ball settle in my mouth I realised, too late, why Julie wanted me to
wear it. She didn't want me to tell her to stop, to withdraw. This was
my first time and she knew I might not be able to take the cock up my
ass. She would be the sole judge of how far we went now, not I.
Mewing over the gag I tried to get their attention, but they ignored me.
I wrestled with my bonds, twisting and turning atop the trestle, but
they simply found that more enticing.
M A G A Z I N E R E V I E W S
by holy joe
Penthouse, June 1995, $6.99. From the usual suspects: Tower Books and
Pornography, Waldenbooks and Pornography, etc.
Review: If you have been abstaining from pornography (our publisher
has been known to do this from time to time, though he eventually
succumbs to the wicked lure of female flesh)...If you have been abstaining
from pornography, NOW IS NOT THE TIME! After a slew of issues featuring
decrepit old ladies in (admittedly) interesting positions, Bob Guccione has
finally put out a decent issue. It is, perhaps, the best Penthouse of all
time!
ÒWhat, you may ask, could be so great about yet another issue of
Penthouse?Ó Well, you see, there is this girl. (I am not a reviewer for
nothing, you know. I am full of insightful comments like that.) She is
wearing a blindfold! Now that, to me, is pretty cool. And Brandi (thatÕs
her name) is posed in absolutely delightful ways, looking just the part of
some pretty victim wilfully falling into the hands of the man in the layout
(Rocco). And we must wonder, as we look, are there others watching?
Unseen others, waiting to watch her denoument?
That certainly seems the case with this monthÕs Pet, Elizabeth, and
she is a doozy. You will have trouble holding yourself in the minute you
look at her first big picture, right at the beginning of her photo spread.
She is licking her lips, you know, with her tits sticking right out, and this
must indeed be the best Pet ever photographed! ItÕs too bad Bob didnÕt get
to her a little sooner, though, for on the adjacent page we can see that her
buttÕs gotten kinda fat. (Mature women get this way, you know. ItÕs all
downhill after age...)
Ahem! Moving right along, one of the most gorgeous Pets of all time
is photographed near the back of this magazine with a Pet of the Year
(Gina & Leslie). They lick strawberries and do other naughty things to
each other, waiting to get caught by their boyfriends, whoÕve stepped out
for the morning, leaving them alone.
Then there is also the Pet Playoff, featuring the more-gorgeous than
ever Pets from last year, each one lovingly portrayed one more time.
There are some real class girls in this group, one in particular, a brunette
(Tiffany), posed over some kind of bearskin rug thing.
Anyway, if you stop by your local Circle K for coffee and see the
June Penthouse there, sticking up behind the counter, and think: ÒOh, well,
I donÕt want to embarrass myself. ItÕs probably just more of the same.Ó
Let me tell you, young man, grab that issue! Even if you see your motherÕs
best friend coming down the street, go ahead and take it. One note,
though, my copy had ÒmanufacturerÕs damage.Ó That damn Bob Guccione
uses paper thatÕs so thin these days that it wrinkles up as it passes
through the printing machine. And guess where the damage was? Right on
the PetÕs beautiful tits. (Like it always is in these matters.) My favorite
Pet, the one licking her lips (Elizabeth), even has a green dot on her left
tit! Now what kind of quality control is that? Is Guccione down to his
last dime? Are the Pets spending too much of his money on panties? I see
that Hugh Hefner is using cheaper paper too. Come on, men, get your act
together! You HAVE the girls, all we got are these fucking pictures! So
make them good ones, not ones with green dots and wrinkles and shit.
Anyway, donÕt miss this issue. DonÕt expect it to show up at your
local water cooler at work. DonÕt expect to find it lying in a bathroom
somewhere. This one is a keeper. Buy two, Ôcause youÕre liable to mess up
the first one you get, if you know what I mean and I think you do.
Now as this (Dreamgirls) is a story-oriented zine, let me say simply
that BobÕs X-Rated comics stories in this issue of Penthouse are the usual
sort of shit. They look like DC ComicÕs The Dark Knight, with women in it
instead of the caped crusader. Frankly, IÕd rather have more photos in the
issue any day, and skip putting in comics. Why pay an artist to draw a
surrealistic copy of what looks better in real life? (Real ÒphotoÓ life,
that is.) Get some more photos in there, Bob, and leave your comics to the
news stand, for people who are considering graduating upward from
Casper the Ghost. Us real men need real photos when we pick up
Penthouse. UNWRINKLED photos. (Of unwrinkled playmates, I might add.
That goes for both Hugh and Bob. ÒFabulous 40Ó indeed!)
(NOTE: I went to Tower Books to get another copy and they were all
sold out of the June issue! However, they had tons of the May issue still
sitting up there for sale. What do you do in a situation like this? Go to
the nearest mall. Waldenbooks and B. Dalton bookstores still have
excellent copies that are not all beat up. (Tower is notorious at all its
stores for quickly winding up with beat up copies. One of the Sacramento
locations (the original store) now FORBIDS looking at ÒadultÓ magazines.
You can only walk in and buy it. I guess they got tired of me and my hobo
friends beating ourselves off all day in the store. But this isnÕt really
fair. We werenÕt actually holding up Penthouse to look at it. We were only
using Penthouse as a Òcover.Ó We were really looking at the little girls in
the CHILDRENÕS section!)
ADVOCATING VIOLENCE
The Real Story
by holy joe
It is now said that the F.B.I. must be allowed to infiltrate groups
of American citizens who "advocate violence." The intent, we are told,
is to investigate groups who might be thinking about bombing a
building. And it is also hinted that groups who "advocate violence"
should be banned outright.
But isn't this a slippery slope? I can easily see the feminists
saying that NAMBLA advocates violence against children. (After all,
feminists don't see "man/boy love" as love. They see it as violence
against children.) So NAMBLA will be banned.
Next we will be told that Penthouse advocates violence against
women. So Penthouse will be banned.
Then Hewlett/Packard will submit a proposal asking to build a
new factory. The eco-freaks will say that this advocates violence
against our environment. After all, some grass and flowers and trees
will have to be killed in order to build the new factory. And there
might be an increase in traffic in the area, doing violence to the "no-
growth" crowd's view of what makes a community nice to live in. So
Hewlett/Packard will be banned.
The "advocating violence" prohibition could be used by the
government to ban ANYTHING! It would allow the "beads and sandals"
crowd to put us into a "state of nature" where we are all forced to be
vegetarians, grow our own food, and live in a primitive matriarchal
society.
Actually, I am in favor of this. In this "state of nature" society
there will be no telephone, so there will be no 911. Little girls will no
longer be able to "call 911" when they see me lurking around. There
will be no cars, hence no police cars. There will be no guns, hence all
the policemen will be unarmed. A friend of mine (holy shit) claims he's
got stored away in a very secret place a huge stack of weapons. He
says me and him will "ride into town" when this "nature society" comes
into being and set up our own empire.
Yes, friend, we MUST ban all groups that "advocate violence." We
should also ban all groups that "advocate breaking the law." If someone
advocates not paying taxes, or watering your lawn in the daytime, or
selling beer on Sunday, OFF TO JAIL HE GOES! I for one will not tolerate
people who advocate breaking the law! And certainly groups who openly
advocate violence must be put away too.
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