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
by holy joe

         Uncommon Desires Newsletter #3, $6.00.  Digest, 12 pages.  
Uncommon Desires Newsletter, c/o N.S. Aristoff, P.O. Box 2377, New York, 
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         I hope I counted the pages correctly in this nifty little zine.  You see, 
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a picture of a delightful little girl lying on her tummy.  She is wearing 
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(And sure to enrage every yuppie feminist within a 100 mile radius!)  
         I highly recommend this publication.  It makes depressing reading to 
be sure, detailing our government's ongoing war against the First 
Amendment.  This issue a judge actually convicts a man for taking 
pictures of young girls WITH THEIR CLOTHES ON.  Clearly, it is the 
political content of the photos, not the photos themselves, which offended 
the sensibilities of the judge.
         Whether you're fond of the pictures in Uncommon Desires 
Newsletter or not is immaterial.  Ol' Holy Joe, the quintessential 
Reasonable Man, takes his magazines at home, including the NAMBLA 
Bulletin.  Yet I, Joe, have no interest in NAMBLA Bulletin's photos of 
naked little boys.  You should support Uncommon Desires Newsletter 
because your government DOESN'T WANT YOU TO.  That's right.  
         America is supposed to be a land "of the people, by the people, and 
for the people."  Or, in the words of the sage:  "Here, sir, the people rule."  
With, one might add, proper protection for the rights of the minority, as 
spelled out by Publius.  Yet in Washington there are those who think 
themselves our masters.  We are busily engaged in economic activity, and 
hence hire servants like William Barr and Dick Thornburg to attend to the 
public weal.  Yet these men think they have been elevated to the rank of 
Master, and proceed to tell us what we can see, what we can read, what 
we can put into our bodies, and with whom we can associate.  The 
liberties enshrined in our Constitution are "interpreted" not to apply, even 
by those who proclaim to follow the clear language of that document.
         Just as unexercised muscles soon atrophy, so too with rarely 
exercised freedoms.  And there is certainly no hope of enlarging the scope 
of our freedoms if we do not even use those clearly spelled out for us by 
our forefathers.
         Have you ever had a metal slug tear your guts out?  Knock your jaw 
off?  Many men did, so that you and I could enjoy a life compassed by these 
words:  "Congress shall make no law...abridging the freedom of speech, or 
of the press."  Yes, friend, it is your turn to make a sacrifice, however 
small, for freedom.  I suggest you buy two dozen copies of Uncommon 
Desires Newsletter and hand them out at the next NOW convention.  Or, 
better yet, mail them to your congressman.  And if you get imprisoned or 
fined for doing so, just sing the refrain from the Air Force's immortal 
recruiting campaign:  "Freedom isn't Free!"

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