Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 71    Friday    August 4, 1995  
alt.stories.erotic  alt.sex.stories

D R E A M G I R L S  S T O R I E S
watermelon moon
Part Fourteen
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Ten

         "We're back!" Willette cried at the cabin door just before bursting 
through.  When she did so she nearly fainted.  Bob was on all fours on the 
rug, with Dick kneeling behind him.  Dick's penis was embedded in Bob's 
ass.
         "Oh, God, that feels so good!" Bob crowed, heaving his hips backward 
to match a forward thrust by Dick.  
         "Dick!  Bob!  What are you doing?!" Willette cried.  Her packages fell 
from her hands.  Lori and Steve trotted in behind her.  
         "He is a faggot," Dick grunted.  "He begged me to butt fuck him while 
you were gone."  Dick thrust forward again, then back.  "I told him being 
gay was O.K. with me as long as it wasn't my butt getting the ramming."  
Dick reached down and began stroking Bob's erect penis, milking it.  Bob 
seemed excited by the sudden intrusion of the girls.  And Steve.  Bob 
looked up at the boy and grinned.  
         "A fine ass you have," Bob said with a groan of pleasure to Steve.
         "Yes, my husband is bi," Lori admitted to a shocked stare from 
Willette.  Steve seemed about to bolt from the cabin.  "He doesn't have 
AIDS, though.  He was tested just before we were married."
         Willette walked over to Dick and knelt down beside him.  She eased 
his hand off Bob's penis and replaced it with her own.  "Dickie, just 
because you staved off sex for four whole years doesn't mean you've got to 
try everything in two weeks," Lori said in a consoling voice.
         "True," Dick said.  "But I was aching to cum...and, well, there he was, 
spreading his ass cheeks and begging me to fuck him."  Willette clasped a 
hand around the base of Dick's stamen as he pulled back his cock.  
         "I don't want you to cum, or Bob," Willette said.  She dropped her 
hand from Bob's penis.
         "Hey!" Bob cried.  "Dick, put your hand back there!"  Bob pleaded.  But 
Dick withdrew his penis all the way from Bob's rectum.  There was a little 
puckered popping sound as Dick's cockhead, glistening with anal juices, 
was plucked out.
         "You boys have both been very naughty," Willette admonished.  She 
slapped Dick on the buttocks with her hand, then immediately followed 
that with a slap to Bob's rear end.  "I want the two of you to go straight 
into the bathroom and wash yourselves off in the tub.  Then come right 
back here.  Lori and I are going to have a little entertainment for you."  
         Lori seemed not displeased with Willette's command, and she picked 
up a birch rod lying by the fireplace and handed it to Steve.  "Go supervise 
the men," Lori said to Steve.
         "Forget it!" Steve hollered, refusing to take the birch.  "I'm no faggot, 
and I don't want to be near none either!"
         "Steven," Lori said evenly.  "It's not polite to call men faggots.  My 
husband's just bi, anyway.  Bi-sexual, if you know what that means.  He 
goes to bed with men and women."  Steven looked as if he didn't 
understand.  "Never mind," Lori blustered.  "Just take this birch and be very 
brave and go supervise the men.  When you come back with them, after 
they've washed, then Willette and I will each give you another blow job."
         "Deal!"  Steve crowed.  He seized the birch and walked up to Bob and 
Dick.  Switching them both on their bottoms, he herded them into the 
bathroom.  Dick cried out to Steve to lay off the birch, but Bob seemed to 
enjoy it.  Willette called after Steve to lay the birch extra hard on Dick to 
punish him for trying to ejaculate.
         "The nerve of those men, not waiting for us!" Willette hissed when 
Dick and Bob were gone.
         "Men have needs," was Lori's only response.  She drew forth the 
lingerie they had purchased from their shopping bags.  "Choose your 
outfit," Lori said.  Willette put a finger to her chin and contemplated the 
various pieces of lingerie.  
         "I think I'll try a playsuit," Willette said finally.
         "Put it on then," Lori admonished.  "The men won't be long, I can 
assure you."
         "Let's hide the rest of the lingerie so we can surprise them with it 
later!"  Willette suggested.
         "Good idea," Lori agreed.  "That way Bob won't be tempted to try any 
of it on, either."  Willette seemed shocked by the remark.

Chapter Eleven

         "Cindy, you're back!" Steve cried when he and the men returned from 
the bathroom.  Cindy stood by Lori and Willette.  Like the other girls, she 
had traded her clothes for lingerie.
         "Yes, Steven, I didn't want to leave you here alone too long with 
these women...or, for that matter, as I hear, those men!"  Cindy purred.
         "They're fags, both of them!"  Steven said.  Naked as a jaybird, he 
strode up to Cindy and embraced her.  "Mmm, you smell nice."  Steven was 
complimenting his girlfriend when a slap came to his bottom.  "Yeeow!"  
Steven yelled.  He turned about to face a frowning Lori.
         "Say fags once more and I'm going to put you right over my knee and 
spank your naughty bottom," Lori admonished Steve.  The boy rubbed his 
tush with both his hands and pouted.
         "Yes!  Spank him!  Spank him very hard!"  Cindy giggled.  
         "Fags, fags, fags!"  Steven taunted, and ran from Lori.  Straps and 
stays flying, the three girls ran after him.
         "Looks like we may as well go back to butt fucking," Dick said half-
heartedly to Bob.
         "Well, if you insist!" Bob crowed, taking Dick's penis in his hand.  
Dick put his hands to Bob's wrist and urged the man away.
         "Just kidding," Dick said.  Then he turned about and his eyes followed 
the girls' bottoms.  Two were naked, one was not.  All three made his 
mouth water.  "Hey!  Let's get this show on the road!"  Dick cried after the 
girls.
         A moment later Steve came struggling back, his arms and torso held 
by the girls.  He seemed not to be fighting with all his strength, though 
being grasped by three young athletic women was not the easiest thing to 
break free from either.  Lori planted her bottom on a stuffed chair and 
Willette and Cindy put Steve over her knee.  Steve kicked his legs and 
begged to be let up.  Lori spread her thighs and let Steve's stiff penis drop 
between them.  Then she clamped her thighs tight, trapping his cock.  
Steve's turgid, swollen balls rubbed against the top of her right thigh.  
         "Just look at this hairy butt!"  Lori cried in mock alarm.  "Why, if you 
had said fag one more time I'd take a tweezer to these hairs," Lori said to 
Steve.  "And to the hairs on your balls too."  Steven shuddered.  
         "Gayboys," Steve muttered.  Willette and Cindy both drew in their 
breath sharply, as if shocked.
         "Thinking up new dirty words, eh?"  Lori asked Steve.  "I'll hear no 
more of that, young man!"  She ceased caressing his buns and brought her 
hand up and then down in a loud SMACK!  Steve bellowed.  Again Lori raised 
her palm, and again.  Soon Willette and Cindy joined in, and Steve found 
himself receiving the spanking of his life!  Using both their hands, 
Willette and Cindy rained smacks upon his buns, while Lori, though using 
only one hand, whacked him hardest of all.  
         "I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!  I'm sorry!"  Steve wailed as the whaling 
continued.  There was not a trace of disingenuity in his voice.  Finally the 
spanks ceased and Lori ordered Willette to sit right on top of Steve's 
bottom.
         "Oooh!  It's warm!"  Willette cooed as her bare bottom came into 
contact with Steve's.  The boy was still over Lori's knee.  Lori toyed with 
the pink ribbon that tied together Willette's playsuit in front, joining the 
halves at her breasts.  Cindy was ordered to the bathroom for soap.
         Cindy returned with a brand new bar and a cup full of water.  At 
Lori's direction the girl dipped the bar into the cup several times and then 
pried apart Steven's lips.  A little pulling on the boy's hair at his testicles 
assured that his mouth complied.  A moment later and Steven was forcibly 
sucking on the bar.  His face twisted into a pained look.  Cindy began 
giggling and couldn't stop.  
         The punishment finally at an end, Willette reluctantly leapt from 
Steven's bottom.  Lori pushed the boy from her knees and he rose.  Suddenly 
he seized his cock with both his hands and walked straight up to Lori.  
Aroused by being held between the woman's thighs, he could contain 
himself no longer.  He straddled the woman's thighs and thrust his penis at 
her bosom.  Before Lori could react Steven shot a load of semen right onto 
her breasts, first in the valley between them and then, wiggling his penis 
with his hands, splattering both fleshy cones.  Steve let out a war whoop 
as he came.  Lori could only watch in shock.  Now it was her turn to be the 
victim.
         Steven stepped back a moment later and, after glancing in 
admiration at his handiwork, ran to the kitchen to rinse out his mouth.  
Willette and Cindy gazed at Lori.  Her new bustier was ruined, sprayed by 
semen all across the bust.  Big globs of semen, not content to stain her 
chest, began rolling down her front.
         "That damn boy!"  Lori swore.  Before she could move Willette and 
Cindy leaned forward.  Both girls, still standing, their bottoms poised 
prettily, began licking the semen off Lori's bust.  Surprised, Lori lifted her 
hands to push the girls away.  Instead she found herself patting their 
heads and urging them on.
         Dick and Bob both felt the urge simultaneously to fondle Willette and 
Lori's bottoms.  They rose and, cocks waggling, walked over to the girls.  
Both seemed eager for Cindy, but Bob got to her first.  Dick contented 
himself with Willette's ass, and as he touched her he felt his love for her 
renewed.  This was his girl, carrying his child.  Surely by now she must be 
pregnant, and when winter's winds howled she would be too big to slip 
into a fur trimmed bikini.  Even as Dick edged aside the thong that ran 
down the crevice between Willette's nether cheeks he thought of his dead 
wife.  What she wore their first Christmas together, a little bikini, as if 
going to the beach on Christmas eve.  The bikini had not remained on for 
long.  
         Dick tickled Willette's anus with his fingertip.  Her virgin anus, 
which she had so lovingly surrendered to him.  Willette giggled, 
interrupted momentarily in her laving of Lori's bosom.  Dick pressed his 
finger against her nether opening.  He slipped inside to the first knuckle.  
Willette shivered and gave her bottom a sexy wiggle.
         Bob too seemed to be exploring the charms of Cindy's shit hole.  He 
had pushed aside her abbreviated tap pants and was toying with the idea of 
finger fucking her ass.  Cindy looked back over her shoulder, confused at 
what apparently was to her a new way of making love.  Willette saw 
Cindy's head turned back and lifted a hand to Cindy's face.  She turned 
Cindy's face gently back to Lori's bosom.
         Before long Lori's front was quite clean.  Quite moist too, but that 
seemed not to matter.  Willette and Cindy, having had their rectums quite 
thoroughly explored by spelunking fingers, asked to be let up.  Reluctantly 
Dick and Bob stepped back.  
         "Now it's time for our cat fight," Lori said to Willette, rising from 
the stuffed chair.  "Cindy, you will referee.  And you will challenge the 
winner, after the winner gets her reward.  Then if you win you can have a 
reward too, O.K.?"
         "Okay," Cindy said softly, docilely.
         "We get a reward every time," Steve said aloud of himself and the 
men.  He was sitting in a padded chair now, his legs spread wide and bent 
at the knees, his hands holding his feet, which were poised in mid-air.   
Between his thighs his balls hung low.  His penis was already stiffening 
again.
         Lori took Willette by the hand.  "Let us kiss the men's penises before 
we begin.  We are the gladiators, they the emperors."  With this odd bit of 
whimsy Lori led Willette over to Bob and each of them kissed the crown of 
his cock.  Then Dick's, then Steven's.  "No masturbating now," Lori warned 
Steven.  The boy gulped and promised to behave.
         Lori drew Willette to the center of the living room and then cast her 
back.  An animal look came to Lori's face.  Willette, seeing that the 
moment of combat was near, attempted to muster a grim face that 
matched Lori's.  A red lace bustier with matching bikini and stockings 
adorned Lori.  Willette wore a lacy white playsuit trimmed with pink 
ribbons.  Cindy, in an animal print camisole and tap pants, dropped a 
whistle on a string over her neck.  
         Looking as official as possible, Cindy sounded off the rules.  Lori and 
Willette both nodded.  That Lori nodded must have been entirely for the 
sake of decorum, for it was Lori herself who had made the rules up.  The 
blonde and brunette circled slowly, while Cindy, with her flame tinged 
hair, drew the whistle to her lips.  A moment later she blew forth a loud 
TWEET!  
         Lori closed on Willette before the blonde even realized the event had 
begun.  Lori grasped Willette by the shoulders and attempted to force her 
to the floor.  Willette felt a foot snaking back around her ankle.  She lifted 
her knee and struck Lori in the crotch.  
         "Mmm, playing dirty, eh?" Lori snarled.  Willette felt herself losing 
balance.  She teetered backward, and grabbed onto the garters that held up 
Lori's stockings.  The garters snapped and Lori's stockings drooped.  
Willette felt herself fall onto her back.  The thick pile carpeting cushioned 
her fall.
         Lori scrambled atop Willette and attempted to hold her down.  Cindy 
contemplated beginning the victory count.  Willette squirmed partly out 
from underneath Lori and pulled down the back of Lori's panties.  She gave 
Lori's bottom as hard a smack as she possibly could with her hand.
         Lori yelped and gave up, for the moment, trying to go for the count.  
She tore at the single ribbon which held together the front of Willette's 
playsuit.  Willette gazed in remorse as her pretty pink ribbon was torn 
away.  There was a small vee in the top of her playsuit as a result of the 
loss of the ribbon.  Lori eyed the vee, intent on enlarging it.  Before 
Willette could get out from underneath Lori the brunette grasped the front 
of her play suit.  A loud tear was heard, and a moment later Willette's 
playsuit had been shorn asunder.
         Willette scampered like an upside down crab out from underneath 
Lori.  Then she leapt to her feet.  Lori, still kneeling on the rug, wiped her 
forearm across her brow.  She looked up at Willette, admiring the damage 
she had inflicted.  Willette's playsuit now had a vee down its front 
stretching nearly to her pussy.  Spaghetti straps, tied behind Willette's 
neck, still held the playsuit up, but the playsuit was now basically an open 
vest.  Willette's breasts bobbed nakedly atop her heaving chest.  
         "No fair!  You're wearing a bustier!"  Willette cried.  Suddenly she 
realized that Lori's bustier, laced as it was all the way down Lori's 
tummy, would be impossible to tear open.  Lori laughed.  
         "You'll unlace it soon enough, to give the men access to my lovely 
breasts," Lori chided.
         "It's red because you want it to match your blood!"  Willette cried, 
and jumped at Lori.  The brunette skittered to the side and a moment later 
Willette found herself on her tummy on the rug with Lori clambering upon 
her back.  Once more Cindy readied herself for the victory count.  
         Somehow Willette managed to get away from Lori and stand up, 
leaving Lori splayed on her tummy on the rug.  Willette put a foot in the 
small of Lori's back and grabbed at the remaining stays that held up Lori's 
stockings.  Willette gave a vigorous pull and Lori heard her stays snap.  
When Lori stood her stockings slid down her legs, looking wrinkled and 
unattractive.  Lori blew out her breath in disgust like a bull.  She lifted 
each of her legs in turn and pulled off her stockings, then threw them at 
Willette.  Her panties were still clinging to the tops of her thighs in back, 
leaving her bottom bare.
         "You should have gone for the count instead of ripping off my 
garters," Lori mocked Willette.  The blonde only laughed as Lori's 
stockings flew past her.  Lori charged Willette once more.  Dick and Bob 
and Steve watched in admiration as the cheeks of Lori's naked bottom 
wobbled as she ran forward.  Deftly Willette stepped aside and got Lori's 
back to her.  Then it hit her how to bare Lori's breasts.  Willette grasped 
the back of Lori's lace bustier.  She pulled with all her might and the 
bustier tore in two, baring Lori's back.

D R E A M G I R L S  N E W S

ZINE  REVIEW
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