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Issue No. 185
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Private Places
Chapter One
I walked along the beach in the darkness. Now and then I glanced
over my shoulder, looking, wondering if the Boogey-Man might be
following me. The sand felt silk-soft under my feet. When I came parallel
to BarbiÕs house I sat down on the sand, and hunched over, drawing my
knees up, feeling the length of my bare arms and legs, and the pillowy
softness of my breasts as my knees indented them. After a minute I
reached back behind myself and untied my bra. I dropped it noiselessly on
the sand beside me. I leaned back and counted stars awhile, waiting for
sun to come up, feeling my tits rise and fall with my breath. Later, I undid
the ties of my drawers, but I remained sitting still, with my bikini still
on until I should get up. I hoped the Boogey-Man didnÕt appear suddenly,
for I might wish to retain my panties, and having to rise suddenly, I
wouldnÕt have the time. HeÕd see my nakedness, not just my breasts but
my pussy.
A figure dropped beside me in the sand. I started, was about to jump
up, then suddenly realized it was BarbiÕs boyfriend. He was bare except
for a little pair of Speedos.
ÒDo you swim in the morning?Ó he asked. He glanced at me. He was
much bigger than me. His eyes flashed.
ÒNot usually,Ó I answered. ÒI donÕt want to get wet.Ó
ÒWhat happened to your bra?Ó he asked.
ÒI took it off.Ó
ÒBecause?Ó
ÒI donÕt know. I just felt like it.Ó
ÒYouÕre right underneath my bedroom window this morning.Ó
ÒYeah, IÕm so modest,Ó I replied.
ÒYou are,Ó he answered. He put a hand on my shoulder, then ran it
down my back. He brushed my swim panties, making them fall off my
bottom like a leaf whose time was due to fall from the tree. ÒI wouldnÕt
like you if you werenÕt modest. ThereÕs nothing wrong with taking a
morning swim in the nude.Ó
ÒProvided youÕre 45,Ó I answered. That would be my momÕs opinion,
anyway. She was 45. Suddenly I sprang up and grabbed some sand. It was
still moist from the outdrawing sea. I lifted a clingy chunk of it and
plopped it right into the front of BarbiÕs boyfriendÕs Speedos. ÒThere you
go, sir,Ó I teased. ÒNow see how modest I am!Ó I felt the lissome
nakedness of my body as I knelt between his legs, my panties gone now,
abandoned on the beach with my bra. His cock stood up suddenly within his
trunks, straining them, and the sand made him look even more stunningly
endowed than he actually was, his big balls hanging down, protruding into
the front of the suit, his penis, snake-like, pushing against the fabric,
threatening to tear it. ÒThere! How comfortable does that feel?Ó I asked.
ÒYour dick all covered with sand!Ó I laughed. His laugh joined mine. He
rose up, taking me with him, and suddenly I found myself holding hands
with him, walking toward the waves, with the first rays of dawn just
rising over the horizon.
ÒIÕm obviously going to have to rinse out my suit,Ó he said. ÒAnd,
since you put the sand in, you can scoop it back out, and make sure itÕs all
off my cock too, since, as you said, itÕs not the most comfortable way for
a man to enjoy his morning swim.Ó
ÒWhat if I donÕt want to?Ó I tested him, though I let him hold my
hand, and squeezed his a little too, as if to make sure he didnÕt let go.
ÒOh, youÕll want to,Ó he said, gazing down at me suddenly, his eyes
hot. I felt my wiggly seat behind me, all naked and defenseless, and a
thrill ran up my spine that he might bend me over in the waves and punish
me with his big hands, slapping my bottom, making me cry out, perhaps so
mom could hear me! But we kept walking, quietly, as the water rose up to
my pussy, then to my tummy, to his loins, and finally we settled into the
gentle morning waves and he drew my small hands to his Speedos and
made me investigate within. I pulled out the sand, enjoying myself. I
teased him that there was a snake in his trunks and pulled out his long
penis.
ÒDonÕt mention snakes,Ó he said to me, absently, as if heÕd warned
other girls of the same thing, and was used to doing it.
ÒWhy not?Ó I asked. ÒThe snake brought Eve the apple.Ó
ÒItÕs a personal thing,Ó he said.
ÒMmmm,Ó I felt the length of his penis and had a sudden urge to feel
it snaking up within me, right up to my belly, but I was scared, so scared
to ask. Instead I just let my hands run over it, up and down its important
length, I touched the knob as if it were a jewel atop a sceptre, with the
pee hole the most fabulous part of all. ÒWhat will you do if I go home this
morning and tell mommie that you abused me?Ó
He laughed. It was high pitched and eery at first, then it slowly
deepened, frightening me, until it was low and very somber. He took me by
my small shoulders and kissed me with a sudden passion. ÒYou neednÕt
worry about that,Ó he answered at last. ÒThe police work for me here. I
pay them better than the government does. Protecting me is their main
job. Their police work is just, shall we say, Ômoonlighting.ÕÓ
I looked at him for a long time as the sun rose in the distance,
lighting the sky. ÒDo you fear nothing?Ó I asked at last. He gazed at me
with clear eyes, seemingly feeling free with me like he couldnÕt with any
woman. I was just a girl, after all. Even he was biased. I meant nothing,
except for my body, and my cute expressions. He could speak freely with
me.
ÒYes,Ó he said. ÒThere is a rival gang. Once I thought IÕd wiped it
out completely, and not too long ago, at that. I had to rescue Barbi from
its clutches. ItÕs run by a woman with an odd name, Miss Tuppence. YouÕve
never heard of her, of course. But she had an ally, one I wasnÕt aware of at
the time, and now theyÕve very much come to her rescue. TheyÕve come
after me, and I must be careful. TheyÕre old enemies, from long ago. I
worked for them once, but, in theyÕre mind, I betrayed them. ItÕs nothing
like that, really. They screwed me and I left. But, ever since, theyÕve been
after me. And now they truly do want me dead, after years of letting the
matter rest. Ms. Tuppence has enlisted them to wipe me out, and theyÕre
very good at that sort of thing, if they really put their mind to it. Their
people wear gold watches with a snake etched into the watch band. If you
ever see anyone walking around with a watch like that, let me know.
Probably, even if you were standing next to such a person, you wouldnÕt
notice the snake if you looked at their watch band. But sometimes, if the
light catches it just right, or you look really closely, youÕll see the snake.
So I mention that to you. Beware of that, since weÕre seeing each other
now. Let me know if such a person ever comes into your life.Ó
My tummy felt odd and cold. I shivered in the water, my eyes big as
fishesÕ eyes. He kissed me again, not noticing my fright, or mistaking it
for the apprehension of a virgin. At last he rose, his cock huge in the
morning sun. He yanked up his shorts. ÒCome,Ó he said, taking my hand. ÒI
must leave before the sun grows too bright.Ó I noticed that his skin was
fairly white, with perhaps just the lightest tan, and that perhaps from
some special tanning booth, not the sun. He drew me from the waves. I
gripped his hand tightly, afraid to let go, afraid not to. Now I knew why
my father had rented this beach house for the summer in Montevideo. He
was an expert marksman, though he rarely displayed his skill, and
persistently avoided talking or boasting about it. Was he here to kill my
newfound lover? My father, versus BarbiÕs boyfriend? I felt wet and cold
and shivery. I could not betray my father to this man who walked beside
me. I could feel his hand upon mine, gripping me with a steel-like
strength that spoke volumes about his powers, his abilities, his
fearlessness and his heartlessness. Barbi had mentioned, briefly,
something about him being connected to drugs. I glanced up. He walked
tall, boldly, his eyes gazing ahead, lost in thought on something I knew
nothing about. Yes. That would be him. Above most men and definitely
above the law. He would kill my own father without a second thought, and
fuck me afterwards for good measure. Yet, I loved him, his strength, and
our intimacy. And my father, I knew, was here to kill him.
What could I do? I reached the place where my swimsuit lay and he
insisted on picking it up, tying it back onto me, though I resisted. ÒWould
you like to come up to the house?Ó he asked. His cock was hard, heavy in
his trunks. ÒNo...yes,Ó I said at last.
Impulsively he turned me around. He straightened the seat of my
panties even as he said, ÒIf we go up to the house IÕm going to bend you
right over and fuck you up your small, sweet ass.Ó I felt my derriere
quiver, my back, my thighs. I knew what must be done. I must give myself
to this man, run away with him, and hope my father never caught me, never
found me. I would urge him to leave this place, Montevideo, where he
thought he was so safe because heÕd paid off the police. I couldnÕt tell him
everything, of course, but IÕd whine and complain about the weather (or
something) until we went away together, far from my stalking father, who
intended to track him down and kill him.
ÒOkay,Ó I said at last. My voice was quiet, mouse-like, in the still
morning air on this windless beach, where the wind had not risen up with
the sun this day, but had lain quiet, as if tensed, waiting for an
approaching storm.
Master cast his eyes toward the sea. Ah, I loved the sudden
intrusion of that word into my vocabulary. ÔMaster,Õ just what Barbi
delighted in calling him. ÒThere could be rain this morning,Ó he said,
studying the clouds. ÒWill your mother miss you for an hour or so if you
spend the time in my bedroom?Ó
ÒNo,Ó I answered, trance-like. I thought I felt a drop of water hit my
shoulder. Another, seconds later, touched down upon my breast. Rain. It
would drizzle down this morning, keeping people under their bedcovers.
ÒSheÕll stay in bed and my father will fuck her,Ó I said easily.
ÒThen we must not be outdone,Ó he replied. He took me round the
waist and we walked together up the beach to his house. We showered off
under a little shower outdoors, delighting in the too-cool spray,
discarding our swimsuits so the water could clean us completely of the
oceanÕs salt and sand. Then we stalked upstairs, not wanting to be heard.
He said there were other females in the house, though Barbi, as always,
slept with him now, in his bed. I affrighted a little at the thought of other
girls being present, but it made sense, I decided finally. He was too
beautiful, too powerful, to limit himself to just one. Or two, for that
matter, Barbi or me. I felt selfish and wanted him all to myself, but knew
it couldnÕt be so.
ÒIÕm going to just test you a little in behind,Ó he said, calmly, cooly,
as we reached his bedroom. Our entrance awoke Barbi and, seeing me, her
eyes danced. ÒI donÕt want to take your virginity, not yet, anyway. IÕll let
you keep that awhile, til youÕre sure, you know. Sure that you want to give
it to me.Ó I admired his discretion. ÒLetÕs see how your ass is, though. I
wonÕt force it. We have perhaps an hour, hmmm? WeÕll take the time
easily, slowly, and see how far up I can get inside you. The last thing I
need is a girl with a bleeding anus. If I canÕt get too far in, itÕs okay, but
IÕll try for an hour, just pushing, slowly, back and forth, seeing...you
know?Ó he spoke like a doctor, all the while caressing me, moving me
slowly onto the bed, and at last bending me over on it, my knees upon the
sheets and my face pressed down into a pillow. He arched up behind me
and let Barbi, who was fully awake now, get vaseline and lube up both our
parts, his penis and my hole. Him to spear, me to receive. I felt an
enormous pressure then, playful at first, then more urgent, against my
nether hole. I had no intention of ever going home, but I didnÕt want to be
hurt. I let him think he must take me slowly, so as to be able to send me
home afterward without my mom or dad noticing anything.
Agonizingly, broaching my fear even as me made me more afraid,
Master pushed his huge boytoy penis against my dimpled anus. I received,
feeling his peehole finally get inside, then more of his knobbed plum, and
more still, riding up to the very crest of his knob at last, the flange, the
part after which he would abruptly narrow.
ÒIf you can take the knob the rest will be easy,Ó Barbi urged me. She
petted my hair, as if perhaps a female dog. I was a little bitch, wasnÕt I?
A bitch in heat. Barbi seemed to have a predatorÕs urge to see me taken, to
see me lose my anal cherry and become like her, a woman. I must
someday, mustnÕt I? Why not now?
I pushed my heinie back at him suddenly. Startled, I felt him give
way. Him! Giving way to little me! Despite my anxiousness I tried to
relax my bottom.
ÒHurt me, master, if you must,Ó I pleaded. ÒÓTake me now! IÕm
yours! Fuck me right up the butt!Ó my voice was high-pitched, excited. I
wanted him to do me before I could back out. ÒFuck me now, master! IÕm
not going home! IÕll never leave you! Fuck me and make me yours forever!Ó
ÒBleed her,Ó Barbi urged, incited by the prospect of my denouement.
I froze at her words, but I kept my bottom cheeks open. Even though I
began to shake from my heinie on down, my legs quivering, my hips
shaking, I did not try to close myself to him.
ÒYes,Ó I begged. ÒFuck me! Even if I bleed. IÕm yours, master. I
belong to you.Ó And then I squeezed my eyes shut tight. I bit into the
corner of my pillow. I tensed, waited, knowing I was narrowing my
passage but hoping he could break through somehow anyway.
ÒWhat?Ó I heard him asked. His voice sounded high, startled. ÒWhat
are you doing? YouÕre taking control of my cock?Ó
ÒYessss,Ó I said, urgently. I strove to push my asscrack deep against
his stiff prong. Behind me I heard Barbi coax him. She placed a hand on
his buttocks and caressed them and pushed him into me, her own finger
exploring his hole even as he drove into mine. (All this I learned from
simply listening, hearing them talk, exchange opinions. He told her to get
her finger out of his hole and she said no, I must be taken, I must be his.
Because I wanted it. Not because he wanted it, but because I wanted it.
This blew his mind.)
ÒNo! I am not going to be played with like this,Ó he gritted. ÒI am
the man, I do not take orders from women!Ó He swore about Ms. Tuppence,
I think it was she who was making him crazy. He said she was ruining his
drug trade and now his own whore and a 13-year-old were claiming his
genitals for themselves, even if it hurt them, even if it made them bleed.
I felt him spurt, uselessly, against my bottomhole. Barbi, sensing
she could reduce his lust for me (after all, we females are competitive),
clapped her free hand to his balls and squeezed him vigorously to make
him lose all his seed, even as she inquired teasingly inside his butthole.
ÒNo! No! No! No!Ó he yelped. But it was no use. With virgin assflesh
in front of him, and Barbi at his side, he shot all he had to give. When I
rolled over a few minutes later, wet in behind but otherwise unviolated,
seating myself in the soft sheets, he was limp. All of his manly pride and
vigor was gone and he had nothing, absolutely nothing, left to give. For a
minute I thought I was looking at Howard Stern, his penis was so small.
He rose from where he sat on the bed and glared at me, at Barbi, with a
viciousness that made us both extremely frightened. He was under
terrible stress, I guessed, his business collapsing, a lifetime of effort
gone because he got into a battle with Ms. Tuppence over Barbi. He swore
at us and her too, told her how she had ruined his empire.
ÒBecause I loved you more than my business,Ó he said to her.
ÒAlways I told myself, the girls are just an amusement. They come with
the territory. And then you and those other tarts, those other sweet tarts,
too sweet, were stolen from me by Ms. Tuppence. I should not have cared.
I should have let you go. But I didnÕt, did I? For the first time in my life I
decided to fight for something not directly related to my business. And
you saw what happened. I lost every man I had, every man except myself.
And now she, that devil bitch ÔMs. Tuppence,Õ as she likes to call herself,
has new allies, and she is going to RUIIN me!Ó he cried, lifting his fists to
the ceiling.
And you know what? In my fear, almost peeing in the bed (in HIS
bed!) I was so afraid...in my fear I loved him even more...
HOUSEPAINTER LUNCHBREAK STORY
by Antler
As we sat on the steps of the old Victorian mansion
on Washington Street in San Francisco
on our lunchbreak,
One of the crew told how on one job
he was called to work on alone
The owner of the house took him to the room
he wanted painted, his sonÕs bedroom.
What the man didnÕt say was
his son had killed himself there
a few days before,
a shotgunblast to the head--
Blood all over the floor, bits of brain and skull
and face and head and hair splattered
all over walls and ceiling.
The job was--to clean it up,
and then give the room,
a fresh coat of paint.
And on the wall over the bed
the boyÕs highschool graduation photo
smiling out.
(Damn. One less reader. - h.j.)
AND IN THE END...
Why canÕt I get a deal like this?
ÒThe son of poor migrants from China, he set up a business making
plastic flowers in the 1950s and now controls an empire that spans
property, telecoms and container ports. His two master companies...
are alone valued at more than HK$390 billion ($50 billion).Ó
- The Economist, January 11, 1997, pg. 58.
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