Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 30 Saturday June 24, 1995
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D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
Chambers of Love
Part Twenty-Nine
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Sixteen
The room was pleasantly warm. We were perched on a kind of mat
now, and there could be little doubt of its use. Beth got back on the
bed, on her knees. She gazed at Julie and I.
"Shall we get started?" she asked sweetly. For an answer Julie
and I smiled and kneed over to her. We each took one of her glorious
bosoms in hand, cupping it. Julie kissed a nipple first, then I, lightly. I
deposited a drop of saliva on the tip and watched as I withdrew my
mouth, still open, my tongue extended. I made a string of saliva extend
from her nipple to my tongue. Then it broke.
"Thank you for inviting us," I said softly. Then I returned to her
breast. Beth gasped, cried out as we nursed on her tits. I got on all
fours, as did Julie, and presented my bare tushy to Croc. He rose to the
invitation by palming my bottom and then spreading the cheeks. He
pressed his slathered rod into the length of my crack. I shivered at its
impressive size, girth. It would be quite an experience for me to take
something like that!
Beth seemed to read my mind. She patted the top of my head,
tousling my blonde hair. "You'll manage," she assured me. "That's what
we're here for, to help you."
Julie mewled and wiggled her own bottom in the air. Croc gently
let go of mine. He fetched the KY jelly and put its tip right up against
Julie's anus. Her eyes widened. She'd just wanted some attention.
Croc forced the hard tip through her sphincter.
SQUUUIRT! Went the tube. It was almost empty. A nice shot of
KY went right up Julie's ass, coating her thoroughly. Croc withdrew the
tip and rimmed her sphincter with KY on his fingers. Then he knelt
behind her and pressed the head of his cock directly against her rosette.
Beth withdrew her bosoms from our amorous lips. Then she took
me and rolled me like a sack of potatoes over her knees, face down.
"Rick likes this," she said, cluing me in on our companion's name as
well as his predilections. She began spanking my hiney. I yowled in
protest. The flurries grew faster, harder. I kicked my legs. I beat my
hands upon the bed. "Rick is going to fuck your friend up the ass when
I'm done spanking you," Beth said. "What do you think of that, hmm?"
Already, Julie told me later, the pressure against her nether ring
was intense. She felt as if he would burst into her at any moment.
Beth told me to rub myself as she spanked me and I complied with an
unexpected eagerness. How sweet, how inspiring it must have looked to
Rick to see a young girl, bottom squirming furiously under a hail of
slaps, humping herself on her hands. My bottom turned bright red and
Beth stopped, bent low, kissed both summits of my juddering, stinging
ass. Even her kisses hurt, though she meant them not to.
At once Julie bayed, rocked forward, then was yanked viciously
back. Rick held her clasped by her hips with his broad hands. With
quick, probing thrusts he got himself right up her channel, thanks to all
the KY we'd smeared on his cock.
Beth told me to lie still, and quickly fetched the vaseline. She
rolled her index finger in it and then told me she was going to finger
fuck my tight little asshole even as Rick manfully pumped Julie's.
Despite my childish protests she succeeded, planting herself on my
back so I couldn't escape. She told me to keep dutifully rubbing myself,
but to stop short of orgasm. I told her I didn't know if I could do that.
She said I should learn.
Rick surprised Julie by not coming in her. He pulled out his
steaming tool at the last minute and reclined shiveringly upon one
elbow on the bed. When he stopped, so did Beth's suave in and out
motions in my fanny. I had already ceased masturbating, and lay with
my hands desperately at my sides, praying for God's help in obeying her
decree not to come.
With a pop Beth withdrew from me and urged me to relax with
them. I crawled up next to Rick and stretched out beside him, wincing
as my bottom touched the sheets. Beth bid me roll on my side and, lying
facing my behind, she vaselined my tender red hiney. Julie straightened
up with obvious difficulty and lay down next to Rick opposite me.
For the next several minutes we just enjoyed the closeness of
each other's bodies. Our loins throbbed. Rick's cock stuck straight up
in the air, gleaming.
"We like to make it last all night, and on into the day," Beth
explained. She ran her fingers through my pubis. "He sticks it up me
every which way, occasionally coming. He has outstanding control and
can fuck a woman blind without losing his seed." I admired this work
of art being spoken so highly of. I saw Julie's eyes lingering longingly
over it also. Beth warned us not to touch him during his recuperating
periods. "He takes himself right to the brink each time. He's still on a
hair trigger right now. When he's feeling better he'll let you know by
wanting to get back inside you right away."
"May I have him next time?" I asked in a plaintive voice.
"I want him to rod Julie several more times first," Beth said.
"When she's too sore back there then it will be your turn." I gulped,
hard. The way she put it made it sound like quite a trial. Deep inside I
looked forward to it.
Julie was soon placed back on all fours and given another vigorous
spearing by Rick. Beth, meanwhile, mounted me and bent down and
spontaneously suckled my breasts. She sucked with abandon, like a
vacuum. I frigged myself under the heavenly assault. When she was
done my nipples hurt.
Just barely avoiding climax, Rick withdrew once more, leaving
Julie bereft and teetering on the brink herself. Beth suggested brightly
that we go downstairs for snacks during the intermission. With things
from her luggage she made a sign for Rick, and hung it about his neck.
It read:
"Please Don't Touch my Cock. Playing Chicken W/ Orgasm."
Chapter Seventeen
We made a lovely show down in the great room. Rick with his
sign and pulsing, glistening pestle, me with my wet cunt and red
bottom, drying breasts. Julie with her distended, oily anus set within
the neat, trim cheeks of her tight ass. Beth's big breasts had tiny love
bites on them where Julie and I had given her little hickeys with our
teeth. There were only a handful of people in the great room, but they
were impressed, even those who were fully clothed. I realized then
that the ethic of the place was to "fuck hard." Its sole reason for being
was to facilitate copulations. It was as if we were in some science
program designed to repopulate the earth. In fact, though, condoms
were readily available, from the front desk if you forgot to bring your
own. And you could always borrow one, or a birth control pill or
diaphragm. The front desk also dispensed RU486, for an additional fee.
So the purpose of the sex was mere pleasure. To blow off steam, get
natural, feel relaxed. Cocks were offered and pussies readily accepted
them without names ever being exchanged. Or often, the names were
first names only and made up.
We sat and chatted, entertained compliments from passing guests
on our appearance. "Keep up the good work," they would say. Or: "You
have a lovely glow." "Hope you last 'til morning." "Stay stiff and wet."
We promised we would.
After refreshing ourselves we proceeded back upstairs. Beth
stopped by the front desk to pick up another tube of KY. On the stairs
we passed an admiring couple who offered us a tube of gel. "Put it on
your most sensitive skin," they said. "It will burn and itch furiously at
first but then you'll start to feel really warm and healthy there, very
aroused. It leaves a marvelous after-glow." We thanked them and said
we'd try it. They said they had it on right at the moment, and were in
the final phase. I looked after them as they departed, the woman in a
tee but no panties, the man in boxer shorts. They were headed out back.
"We're in room 41," I called. "Please tell that to a girl in red
panties named Helga if you see her." The woman said they would.
Back in the relative privacy of our room we once again took to the
bed that doubled as a kind of tarmac of love. Rick asked Julie if her
bottom was sore yet and she replied, "Not yet," hesitantly, tentatively.
Touching a finger to her stretched anus as she spoke.
"Bend over, then," he commanded, and she demurely got on all
fours, her glossy hair hanging down around her face, seemingly hiding
it. Her tits, lovely and bare, pendently swinging like ornaments for all
to admire. Beth put me in a 69 with herself crouched on top. We began
licking one another's cunts, even as Julie cried out at the new
penetration. Long minutes passed with nothing heard save the licking,
mewing, and thrusting sounds of love.
Rick warned Beth that he was going to pay tribute to Julie's fine
ass. He said he didn't want to pull out again. He said such a glorious
bottom, fully fleshed, responsive, yet incredibly snug and without any
fat deserved a sperm salute at this time. Beth said okay and urged him
to hold himself in until she and I could bring ourselves right up to
orgasm with them. Rick said he'd do his best and intensified the
occasional fingering he'd done of Julie's clit, while slowing his strokes
in her ass. Soon all four of us were aligned along the precipice of
orgasm. Suddenly, with naught but a perfunctory knock, the man and
woman in the boxers and tee peeked inside. They apologized at once but
Beth invited them in. They commented that they loved to watch and
were secretly delighted that they'd caught us at just the right moment.
Beth said an audience always heightened the pleasure and signalled for
Rick to loose himself at his leisure.
The final licks were applied, the discipline-breaking thrusts
made. A swirl of cries and febrile, feverish movements followed, all of
us delirious with our long wished-for releases. Panting and grunting
and screaming we made our way headily down the other side, finally
collapsing some minutes later in a heap of tangled flesh. Upon a bed
soaked in sweat and cum and cunt and anal juices. Our friends stroked
us lightly and said we'd done wonderfully.
Through the haze of my lingering pleasure I asked the woman why
she wore just a tee. Was it, I asked sassily, so that she could keep
warm without protecting her pussy from an inspired assault? She said
that was exactly the reason. She'd grown up in a warm climate and
found the weather in Germany at this time of year to be a little chilly.
But, following good manners at the hostel, she felt she should leave her
bush well displayed. And cunt lips should not be shielded, she felt, they
should be in constant "danger" of impalement. She said my question had
made her even hotter than she already was from watching us fuck and
could she and her boyfriend reciprocate by making love for us? We said
yes and they did it right there at the foot of the bed, the woman
doggie-style, a bitch in heat, as the man copied Rick's example and
fucked her up the ass. At the end he came, though, explosively. Then
they lay at our loins and gently nibbled us back to arousal.
The reason for the couple entering, they now told us, was to
inform us that Helga had managed to get herself trussed up and gagged
in the woodshed. That was why we had not seen her. They said they'd
seen a pair of red panties hung on the outside handle of the woodshed
door and that was what led them to investigate. Apparently she'd gone
there of her own will, stopped and neatly hung her panties outside the
door, and then went in. We thanked her and said we'd check in on her
after awhile.
Friskily we rose up in the bed and looked at one another, like
children on summer vacation lost in a world of possibilities. There
were two men and four women now, enough for a full-fledged orgy if
the men were up to it. Rick's notoriety had already been boasted of.
Dave, boyfriend of the still T-shirted Connie, said he could cum at least
twice more. His cock stood up stiff and proud. He was a young man, no
more than 22.
Beth said we should add some spice to this round by going outside
and snipping some birch switches. She said birch trees were grown on
the property for just such a use. Connie said she and her boyfriend had
never allowed the infliction of pain to enter their sex play.
"It needn't be too painful, darling, just an inspiration, is all."
Julie and I did not protest and so we paraded outside, the men with
their cocks waggling out before them and we girls with our boobies and
tushies giving a sinfully fleshy display. We cut some rods and
proceeded back to our little chamber of love.
D R E A M G I R L S N E W S
MAGAZINE REVIEWS
by holy joe
LIFE, July 1995, $2.95.
Get this: (straight from the cover, in the following order:) ÒHow
Can We Keep Our Children Safe?Ó ÒSexual AbuseÓ ÒAbductionÓ
ÒTelevisionÓ
New facts: ÒFew children are abducted by strangers (pg. 44).Ó (I
knew this already, but yuppie women prefer to keep the truth at bay for as
long as possible.)
New words: ÒThe danger years.Ó (There is a 1 percent chance that
some girls may actually break free of feminazi domination.)
On a page damning violence on television, we are given a
breathtaking double-page shot of Arnold Schwarzenegger firing a shotgun
as the Terminator. I believe this picture is from Terminator 2, in which
case Arnold was actually PROTECTING a child (from death).
Holy joeÕs educational moment: On the cover we have a girl.
Presumably, this girl is Òin danger.Ó (Just by being alive.) I was going to
use this cover as a dartboard. However, when I actually got a good look at
it, I couldnÕt believe how UGLY this little girl is. Her face resembles the
face of a pig. Ladies, this girl is NOT Òin danger.Ó No man would even look
at her (God forbid), let alone go to the trouble of kidnapping her.
On page 52 we actually have some girls who are attractive. And
what are they doing? They are mourning the death of Kurt Cobain. When
he was not destroying childrenÕs hearing, he was busy shooting himself up
with heroin. Then, when that got boring, he tried to kill himself with pills
and, failing that, he blew his face off with a shotgun. (His body, as found,
was unidentifiable.) Yes, ladies, keep on talking about the ÒdangerÓ of the
Internet...while your little daughter sits in your living room watching MTV.
PlayboyÕs Lingerie, July 1995, $5.95.
Review: For many years, PlayboyÕs Lingerie was nothing more than a
tired collection of old photos that hadnÕt made it into the monthly
centerfold. No more. A few months back a woman became editor of
PlayboyÕs Ònewsstand specialÓ magazines, and she is doing an excellent
job. We actually have new photos, featuring our favorite playmates. And
there is more than one photo of each girl. Not just the standard ÒMiss July
in a nightie,Ó type photo, but photos of girls putting makeup on each other,
sucking popsicles, etc. If youÕve long since abandoned the Playboy
Òspecials,Ó give them another look. You wonÕt be disappointed.
PlayboyÕs POCKET Playmates, No. 1, $3.95.
Review: This is the premier issue of a new marketing concept:
Òdigest-sizedÓ Playboy special issues.
Firstly, the color stinks. These girls almost donÕt look real, the
printing is so bad. Secondly, I welcome this idea. Why? Because I KNOW
it will wind up in the hands of little boys in elementary schools across
America. This is the perfect size for reaching the next generation. (2
percent of little boys may actually break free of feminazi domination,
thanks to these pint-sized Playboys.)
The Girls of Penthouse, August 1995, $5.50
Review: A collection of past photos from past issues of Penthouse.
If you are 15-years-old, you probably donÕt have a complete collection of
Penthouse. Hence, the necessity for this magazine. Assuming you donÕt
have a complete collection, is this issue worth checking out? Yes. There
are a number of excellent photo collections in this issue. Sex on a swing,
sex with a cleaning lady (in leather), and some beautiful pets. NOTE: On
occasion Bob Guccione throws NEW photos into collections which are from
past issues of Penthouse. However, in this particular ÒreprintÓ issue I did
not notice any new photos. (By Ònew,Ó of course, I mean (in this particular
review) old photos that did not make it into the original series of shots as
printed in Penthouse some years ago.
Live Girls, September 1995, $5.99. (TheyÕve got to get those last
four pennies, you know.)
Review: A magazine like this is, in my opinion, total crap. This is
the sort of magazine that gives pornography a bad name. Look at this
cover: ÒShe Jerks it at Work!Ó ÒHot, Wet, Sex-Starved Sluts.Ó It is my
understanding, however, that certain men, diagnosed as ÒnormalÓ by our
society, like ÒfilthyÓ sex. Hence, this magazine caters to their needs, just
as LIFE caters to the needs of women who wish to entertain fears about
non-existent Òdangers.Ó (The coffee klatch is always more exciting if you
can work sex into the conversation somehow--even sex with children.)
Despite the sick verbiage on the cover of this magazine, there is a
good photo spread inside. Of Kelly Jackson. (ThatÕs her real name, by the
way.) She is featured on the cover. (ThatÕs why I picked the magazine up.)
However, the photos of Kelly are quite ancient. She actually looks like an
innocent young girl, not the hard-core vixen/bitch sheÕs long since
degenerated into. If you like Kelly, youÕll probably want this issue. She
began her career as a Penthouse Pet and has since moved on to many porno
films, in which she has gradually become more loose and less spontaneous.
Most recently she tattooed her beautiful ass, so that now when you watch
it you think youÕre seeing a gigantic mole on her butt. Alas, beauty fades
and (sometimes) self-destructs. I suppose we shall have to content
ourselves with old reruns and reprints of Kelly from now on.
Sex Acts, August 1995, $5.99.
Review: Despite the ÒcanÕt missÓ title of this magazine, it contains
Penthouse-type photo spreads inside. Two stand out: ÒSwingersÕ
Honeymoon,Ó wherein a very attractive Òroom serviceÓ girl gives two
lovers more service than they bargained for. Also, ÒThe Shelby Stevens
Show:Ó two housewives play in the kitchen with, among other things, a
bottle of honey and a cream pie. The women have breathtakingly long,
skinny legs, and wonderful big bosoms. If you can stand the other
ÒgarbageÓ pictorials in this magazine, the two photo spreads mentioned
above are worth buying.
NOTE: I got ALL of the above magazines at ÒnormalÓ bookstores,
which are FULLY ACCESSIBLE to children. And do you know what I used to
do when I was a little boy, ladies? I would find a man who was reading a
porno magazine and I would Òlook over his shoulder.Ó Also, when
somebody accidentally left a porno magazine on the lower shelves (where
I could reach it), I would grab it and stuff it inside, say, LIFE magazine.
Then I would merrily ÒreadÓ away, while passersby thought I was studying
up on how to protect children. Yes indeed, in this way we learn that the
mall bookstore is a far more ÒdangerousÓ place (to feminism) than the
Internet will ever be. NOTE to the uninitiated: check out the books by
ÒanonymousÓ at your local bookstore, in the fiction section. And, also, if
you see Ann RiceÕs trilogy, Sleeping Beauty, grab it! Its not about a
sleeping princess, I can assure you.
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