Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 64 Friday July 28, 1995
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D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
watermelon moon
Part Seven
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Six
Lori leaned forward and took back her gun from Willette. Then she
whispered into Willette's ear. Willette thought for a moment, then nodded.
"What are you two up to?" Dick asked, looking across his shoulder.
"This is where you get off," Lori snarled, as Willette let go of Aram
and threw herself into Dick's lap. Lori's gun fired. Aram's head blew
apart, splattering the inside of the limo with blood and bits of skull.
Covering her eyes, Willette sat up once more. She felt for the handle of
the passenger side door.
"Hey!" Dick cried. "What the fuck are you girls doing?" He gazed in
shock at at Aram's bloody corpse, lying limply now against the car's
passenger side door. Lori leaned forward and grasped Willette's torso
with both her arms. Willette opened the door as Dick screeched around a
corner. The limo's side door swung open and Aram's dead body tumbled out.
"Just getting rid of excess baggage," Lori said. She held Willette as
the girl leaned precariously out of the limo and pulled its side door shut.
A group of impoverished children playing basketball looked up in shock to
see first a dead body thrown from a car, then a beautiful and utterly naked
girl pull closed the door of the car. And it was no ordinary car, it was a
gleaming black stretch limousine. The boys began to chase after the car.
"Faster," Lori urged Dick.
"Hey! We made a deal!" Dick cried. "You just broke our word!"
"I made the deal," Lori said firmly. "The deal got you free. But it
was my deal, and I'm free to break it if I want."
"What you did was wrong! Evil!" Dick cried.
"It may be hard for you to accept," Lori said slowly to Dick. "But I'm
going to be the brains in this little operation of ours for awhile. I may
have breasts that make your eyes pop out, but I have a brain too. Now turn
left up here and don't ask any questions." Willette smiled. Lori would
show Dick that women weren't just mindless vaginas!
Dick shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He hadn't realized that his
lust for Lori's breasts had been that apparent. And, he admitted to
himself, he wasn't at all comfortable with taking orders from a female.
Willette was enough trouble. She at least still made childish mistakes.
Now he was up against a real juggernaut of feminine will.
After about three more miles amidst the twisting back streets of an
old industrial town, Lori asked Dick to pull the limo to the side of the
road. Reluctantly Dick obeyed. Lori ordered all the limo's windows rolled
down. In the distance an old black man sitting on a worn rocker watched
them, his chair moving forward, back, forward, back. Willette stepped out
of the limo, stark naked. Dick wore a shirt, but in his haste to leave the
heater in the compound his pants had been left behind. Bob, at least, had
some clothes on, but they were torn and soiled. Lori was bare-breasted.
When everyone had exited the limo, a process which couldn't happen
fast enough for Lori, the young woman jumped back in. She positioned
herself on the limo's back seat and took aim at the limo's windshield. She
fired. Shards of glass exploded out the front of the limo and Lori kept
firing until there was nothing left of the windshield. The reverberations
from her machine gun echoed through the neighborhood.
Then Lori got herself out of the back of the limo and went and sat in
its front seat. She turned around, took aim at the rear window, and cut
loose with a salvo of bullets once more. The rear window blew apart,
showering the tail end of the limo with bits of glass.
"You're going to run out of ammo soon!" Dick cried from the sidewalk.
"No I'm not. There's more in this glove compartment, see?" Lori
shouted back. Her shooting finished, she opened the glove compartment in
the limo and pulled out several additional rounds of ammo. She popped the
spent ammo cartridge from her gun and replaced it with a new one. She
put two additional clips into the pockets of her shorts.
"Crazy bitch," Dick swore. "What the hell did you blow out our
windows for?"
"Get back in the limo," Lori ordered. "You think I want to have to
stick half my body out the window every time I fire?" Dick hurried around
the back of the limo to return to his place behind the wheel as Willette
and Bob jumped in the back seat. Willette brushed powdered glass from
the back seat before gently sitting her bare bottom down upon it.
"Watch out," Willette whispered to Bob. She reached over and
brushed several tiny pieces of glass to the floor that were near the man's
rump.
"Like, how did you know what was in that glove compartment?" Dick
asked Lori as he stepped down on the car's accelerator.
"Girls with big breasts stay alive by flattering guards with
compliments," Lori said matter-of-factly. "It's a helpful way to pick up
bits of information too." Suddenly, as if on cue, a jeep crossed their path,
shooting across an intersection just ahead. The squeal of tires was heard
as the jeep's occupants realized they had just passed their quarry.
"Good God!" Dick cried.
"Steady," Lori said. "Turn right here! Zoom right in behind them!"
"What the fuck?!" Dick shouted, obeying Lori's order even as he
protested. With horror he saw the jeep just ahead, manned by four
massive guards. The guards were just turning around in their jeep as Lori
trained her weapon on them. The jeep's wheels were still squealing as its
driver headed into a U-turn.
"I needed a little target practise," Lori smiled to herself. She
opened fire with her machine gun. Deftly she sprayed a hail of bullets at
the men in the jeep. One by one they tumbled out into the street. Several
fired wildly in the throes of death, hitting the flats on either side of the
street. Finally the jeep's driver slumped forward and the vehicle careened
in a long curve across the asphalt and into a storefront window. A
moment later a ball of flame could be seen bursting inside the store.
Dick sped past the store in the limo even as the explosion continued
to gut the inside of the store. Above the shattered store window a sign
read: "Jim's Bar-B-Que. LOWEST PRICES IN TOWN!"
"Jim should be inspected by the FDA," Lori smirked as her eyes
passed over the storefront sign.
"You're a sick woman," Dick muttered. Lori spun around in her seat.
Another jeep was following them.
"Turn left up here!" Lori cried. Once more, against his better
judgement, Dick obeyed. "As soon as you round the corner hit the brakes!"
Lori shouted. "But don't let your tires squeal!" As best he could, Dick
silently slowed the limo's speed as soon as he had rounded the corner.
When he looked across his shoulder at Lori again the woman was gone. Her
side door stood open.
Dick glanced up in his rearview mirror. He caught sight of Lori
running down the sidewalk behind them. What in creation was the woman
up to? Had she abandoned them? Willette climbed onto the front seat and
grabbed onto the headrest on the passenger side. She leaned out of the
limo.
"No! Willette!" Dick cried, afraid his favorite girl was about to try
to jump out. But Willette only reached out and pulled shut the side door.
"I saw this once in a movie," Willette gasped. "I think I know what
Lori's going to do!" Willette fixed her eyes on the intersection behind
them as the jeep loaded with guards that was following them rounded the
corner. "Duck!" Willette cried, as a stream of bullets began battering the
limo. Suddenly the hail of gunfire stopped as quickly as it had begun. Dick
looked up to see Lori standing back by the intersection, on the corner,
hidden amidst a dilapidated store front on the sidewalk. She was spraying
the jeep with bullets. Its passengers no more than corpses now, the jeep
careened off the road and smashed into a lamp post. The vehicle burst into
flames.
Lori came running up the street as Dick slowed the limo to a near
stop and then threw it into reverse. He backed down the street until they
reached Lori. The woman jumped back in.
"Let's get out of here!" Lori shouted. "Now that we've dealt with the
guards, the police are bound to appear. I don't have enough ammo to deal
with them."
"Maybe they could get us out of this jam," Dick said.
"Hit it honey," Lori said. "A trashed limo, three nearly naked people,
and corpses and burning buildings is way more than I'm willing to explain.
New World Order is still out there, too. We haven't even begun to make a
dent in their forces. The stupid cops would hold us right in the police
station while the media shouted our location to the world. We wouldn't
last 15 minutes."
"I guess you're right," Dick muttered. "New World Order would storm
that police station and have us dead in seconds." He looked at Lori. She
was hot, sweaty, elated, and determined to survive. Her breath came in
gasps, making her awesome breasts heave. "But how the hell do you know
so much about New World Order?"
"My husband was assigned to study it, remember?" Lori asked. "When
a man holes himself up in his study and refuses to come out except to take
a shit and get a few winks of shut eye, we women find out what he's up
to." Willette giggled.
"That sounds like you, Dickie," Willette said. "I used to call you
'lonely man' because you stayed in your apartment all hours of the day."
"New World Order will do that to you," Dick breathed. "They're a very
complicated organization." He looked over at Lori. "Since you've saved our
asses so far, where to next?"
"Head for the hills!" Lori shouted with a smile.
"Like, what's that supposed to mean?" Dick asked.
"See there? In the distance? There! Beyond that smokestack!" Lori
cried, pointing.
"Uh, you mean the clouds, or that mountain?" Dick asked.
"The mountain, silly," Lori said. "There's a whole range of them.
Head straight for them!"
It was much later when they reached the safety of a mountain cabin.
The four of them struggled inside and literally collapsed on the cabin
floor. It was much later when Willette awoke. She sat up on the bearskin
rug where she had fallen. Someone had thrown a woolen blanket over her
nude body.
Willette looked over her shoulder and her eyes met Lori's. The young
woman was sitting in a chair. Leaning against her body was the machine
gun she'd stolen from the guard. Bob's head was in her lap. He body was
naked. His face and body were marred with ugly black and blue bruises.
But his eyes seemed brighter now. Lori was giving him sips of hot
buttered rum from a ceramic mug.
"Lori," Willette whispered. "Are you sure we're safe here?"
"Quite sure," Lori said, smiling.
"I'm quite proud of you," Bob said, gazing up at his wife. "You saved
all our lives today. But how did you know the area so well?" Lori smiled
at him with loving eyes.
"We've only been married a few months, Bob," Lori said. "You haven't
found out everything about me yet. I spent several years growing up in
this area. Of course both of us were brought blindfolded from New Jersey
to the compound where they held us prisoner. I didn't realize where I was
until our limo came upon the old factory. Then I knew. And that's why I
had Dick drive us up here. This is my old grandfather's cabin, but he's in a
retirement home now. He's never sold a piece of property in his life, and I
guess he never will. This place just sits empty now."
"Lori," Willette said in a low voice. "Shouldn't Bob see a doctor?"
Bob smiled.
"My wife's a registered nurse, aren't you, honey?" Lori looked down
at her husband and tenderly stroked his hair.
"I am," she whispered. Lori looked at Willette. "I checked him out
thoroughly...including his most important parts. He'll be fine in a few
days. He's just suffered a few kicks and bruises, that's all." Willette rose
and walked over to Lori and Bob. Naked she knelt before Bob. She bent
down and kissed him on the chest. She began to stroke his torso. He was
still very handsome, despite his injuries.
"Poor Bob," Willette cooed. "You must have been very brave." She
watched with interest as Bob's penis began to stiffen. Willette looked up
at Lori. "I know he's your husband, but I've taken some health classes. May
I check him?" Lori laughed.
"Of course, dear," Lori said. "Two heads are better than one."
Willette asked Bob to open his mouth. "Say Ahhhh," Willette ordered.
Bob obeyed, delighting in the attention the nude girl wished to lavish on
him. It wasn't all bad getting beat up, if you could get checked out by Lori
and Willette afterward.
Dutifully Willette checked Bob's mouth and teeth, then his eyes. She
even took hold of his nose and wiggled it to make sure it was still solid.
Willette stroked Bob's ears, ran her fingers down his neck, and, drawing in
her breath a bit, stroked his shoulders. Then she rubbed his chest,
relishing the feel of her fingers running through his matted hair there.
Slowly her hands worked their way down Bob's stomach, then over his
hips, and on to his his legs. She squeezed his muscled thighs.
"You're forgetting the most important parts," Lori admonished
Willette. The blonde looked up at her with wide eyes.
"You mean I canÑ" Willette asked.
"If your husband sent you to a doctor for a physical exam, wouldn't
the doctor need to inspect all of you?" Lori asked.
"Yesss," Willette whispered, letting her voice trail off into a quiet
hiss. She dropped her fingers to Bob's rod. It was stiff now, but seemed
to lengthen and thicken even more at the first touch of her fingers. As
Willette ran the tips of her fingers along Bob's shaft with one hand, she
let the other slip below to cup his testicles. She squeezed them. "Does
that hurt?" Willette asked Bob.
"No," Bob breathed. "Far from hurting, it feels wonderful."
"I guess you're O.K. there then," Willette said. Impulsively she bent
forward and kissed the head of Bob's cock. Then she let her lips brush
lower and she kissed his balls. Bob trembled with pleasure.
At that moment Dick walked in, toting a tommygun. His eyes
widened as he saw Willette crouching naked over Bob's loins.
"How's my grandfather's old tommygun work?" Lori asked Dick
brightly.
"O.K., I guess," Dick muttered.
"Did you shoot down some firewood for us?" Lori asked.
"Yeah," Dick said. He seemed nervous and uneasy. His eyes remained
fixed on Willette. "I shot the trees to get them going, then finished them
off with an axe. The wood's out back, but I don't know if we should stay
here."
"You'll be perfectly safe here, I guarantee you," Lori smiled. "How
are gran'pa's pants fitting you?"
"Alright," Dick said. "They are pretty baggy."
"Well, don't worry," Lori said. "I suppose we'll all have to wear
gran'pa's clothing when we leave here. At least until we reach a store and
can buy some clothes of our own."
"That's another thing," Dick said. "What about money?"
"I found some in a little locked box of gran'pa's," Lori said. "We
should have more than enough for our immediate needs."
"Well, you're just the perfect hostess, aren't you?" Dick asked.
"Money, lodging, and your grandfather's old car out back that won't attract
any attention when we go to the nearest store for food..."
"That's right," Lori said. "I know what you're thinking. You figure
you've got to constantly keep moving so New World Order won't catch up
with us. Well, I can assure you, even if New World Order ransacks my
home, they'll find nothing on this cabin. Gran'pa kept it off the books, so
to speak."
"Off the books?" Dick asked. Willette had begun to give Bob head,
making little sucking sounds. Dick felt his penis stiffen. He began to
erect a tent in the crotch of his baggy pants. Was Willette trying to make
him jealous? If so, she was definitely succeeding.
"Yes, off the books," Lori smiled. Her eyes slipped to Dick's loins and
she left them there as she continued talking. "Gran'pa was an old
moonshiner, an old marijuana farmer...things like that require property
that doesn't show up on real estate listings or county records."
"Well, we're in luck I then, I guess," Dick said. "Looks like now that
we've all gotten some sleep all we need is some food."
"Mmmm, I can think of an excellent source of nourishment," Lori said.
She extended her hand and caught Dick by the waistband of his baggy pants.
Dick let himself be drawn over to her. Deftly Lori untied his pants. Dick
was already bare chested, and a moment later the baggy pants around his
waist dropped to his ankles. His penis sprang into the air, eager for
feminine attention. Below his testicles bulged like ripe coconuts. Lori
drew Dick's penis into her mouth. She mewed her delight as Dick's rod
settled itself on her tongue.
Willette looked up from Bob's penis. Her eyes were wide. Now it
was her turn to be jealous. "He hasn't come in four years," Willette said
softly. Lori sucked a moment more and then pulled Dick's penis from her
mouth. Dick didn't know whether to be happy or sad. Must he retain his
commitment to his wife's memory to never have sex again until he had
avenged her death? Both women before him were so beautiful, so young,
so naked...if a bit headstrong. As Dick felt Lori's fingers tighten around
his shaft he realized he might not actually be the one to make the decision
about having sex.
"Willette, dear, you really must go wash your face," Lori said,
looking down at her. "That's Aram's blood on your face, isn't it?"
"Yes," Willette breathed. "I bit off his penis."
"Well, go wash the blood off," Lori said. "We don't need any more
reminders of Aram. He's gone from our lives forever."
Willette rose. "What I really want is a bath," the blonde said. Lori
gave her auburn locks a toss.
"That's a capital idea," Lori said. "A bath for all of us! Gran'pa has a
big old claw footed bathtub in the other room that we can fill with hot
water and use to wash ourselves. We might even all be able to fit in at
once." Lori rose from her chair, causing Bob to have to sit up straight.
Lori gave Dick's erect penis a playful tweak with her fingers. Then she
helped Bob stand and took his hand. "We're lucky gran'pa outfitted this
place with hot and cold running water a few years back. Otherwise we'd
have to use his barrels of rainwater!"
"Um, I was wondering," Willette said as she took Dick by the hand.
The young Arab kicked off his pants, resigning himself to at least taking a
bath with Willette and Lori. "I noticed your gran'pa does have a TV,"
Willette continued, "but I can't seem to get MTV."
Lori laughed. "You want cable too? I suppose you want a stereo
hookup as well! No, my dear, this is an abandoned mountain cabin. You
must be expected to rough it a little bit. MTV will just have to wait until
we're sure we're not being tracked any more by New World Order."
The four of them headed from the room, all naked save for Lori, who
still wore pinstriped elastic shorts that looked a size too small for her.
They rode up on her legs, revealing the acclivity of her lower bottom with
her every step. In front her shorts billowed out before her thighs, as if to
make up for the shortage of material in back. Lori also still sported a pair
of high heels.
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