Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 69    Wednesday    August 2, 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 Twelve
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Nine

         Dick appeared in the doorway.  He was naked save for a pair of pants 
tied about his waist.  His entire body was coated with sweat.  In his hand 
he held a freshly stripped birch.  "Relaxing while we men work, eh?" Dick 
asked.  He strode forward to the tub.  He lifted his makeshift rod and began 
beating the two girls in the tub around the shoulders and back.  Willette 
and Lori squealed in protest and lifted their arms, trying to ward off the 
blows.  
         Dick threw aside the birch.  He stepped into the tub behind Lori, 
making water splash onto the floor in great quantities.  Dick knelt down 
behind Lori and thrust his pants to his knees.  Lori leaned forward against 
Willette, trying at least nominally to escape Dick's fierce ardor.  A 
moment later Lori felt Dick's penis jabbing at her anus.
         "Dick!  Not there!" Lori cried.  Dick pushed with his hips, oblivious to 
Lori's imprecations.  All at once Bob appeared in the door, and he too held a 
switch.  He walked over to where Willette sat and grasped the hair of the 
cringing girl.  He yanked her bottom from the tub, causing her to stand, 
Willette moving just fast enough in response to keep her hair from being 
pulled too hard.  With swift strokes Bob whipped Willette's front with his 
birch.  Willette watched in horror as red lines suddenly appeared on her 
breasts and tummy, each bringing a squeal of pain from her.
         Dick, meanwhile, had buried his cockhead inside Lori's anus.  The 
woman still begged him not to proceed.  "I'm not oiled back there, Dickie, 
and neither are you!" Lori cried.  Just then Bob cast aside his birch and 
pulled Willette completely from the tub.  Her feet landed on the tiled floor 
and her eyes met Bob's in a fearful gaze.  Deep down she loved his sudden 
roughness.  Bob embraced her in a kiss.
         Dick, meanwhile, now saw an opportunity to get what he wanted 
from Lori without tearing apart her rectum in the process.  He forced Lori 
forward, making her take hold of the far end of the tub.  He raised Lori's 
bottom above the water.  Dick seized a bar of soap and began lathering the 
shaft of his penis.  "This stuff may not be the best in the world, but it'll 
get the job done," Dick said.  Lori watched wide-eyed as Dick lathered up 
his own cock, the part, that is, that was not already rooted in her.  
         "Please, Dickie, do all of you," Lori begged.  Finally, the rest of his 
cock soaped, Dick pulled out his head from her anus and quickly soaped 
that too.  Then he stuffed himself back inside Lori.  With long, 
uncompromising strokes Dick shoved himself up Lori's rectum until his 
stomach butted up against her bottom.  Lori moaned with anxiety and 
pleasure as he worked.  Dick let a hand slip to Lori's clitoris to rub her 
there as he found himself fully embedded inside her.  Then he began a 
series of thrusting motions, each designed to send thrills of pleasure to 
his balls.  
         Bob, meanwhile, had sat Willette down on the floor.  No towel 
protected her bottom from the chill of the tiles this time.  Bob licked the 
red stripes he had placed on Willette's chest.  The blonde let tears run 
down her face, then flung her head back as she quivered under Bob's 
attention.  Finally Bob mounted her.  He got on his knees and spread her 
labia wide.  Willette found herself placing a hand on Bob's rod, to guide it 
to her treasure.  A moment later and he was within her.  Willette 
screamed her passion as Bob took her in swift, sure strokes.  
         The bathroom, once said to have been host only to an old bachelor, 
now reverberated with the cries and grunts of pleasure of the two young 
couples.  The shouts of each urged on the other, as if each wished to outdo 
the other in pleasure.  Willette heard Lori scream and felt a thrill of 
pleasure course through her.  Instinctively, involuntarily, she moaned 
loudly in response.  The men grunted as they worked like soldiers.  This 
was the ultimate invasion.  Instead of getting one's balls blown off one 
got them merely blown instead.  Rather than bodies spewing forth blood, 
only semen would spurt out.
         After a series of crises, each staved off by only a hairs breadth, 
each eliciting a searing orgasm from the woman beneath him, Dick and Bob 
came.  It was a flood of sperm, an entire night's worth saved up just for 
this moment.  Willette and Lori shivered as their guts were flooded.  Once 
more they were receptacles of the men's need.
         Just as Bob was jetting out the last emissions of his seed Willette 
looked up and thought herself in a dream.  Standing in the doorway to the 
bathroom was a beautiful young man, no more than 18.  His hair was a 
wavy blonde, his eyes sparkled blue, and beneath a cut-off T-shirt his 
flat, hard stomach shone with a film of perspiration.  Below that was the 
most succulent sight of all, a pair of pants tied about his waist by a 
string, with a prominent erection in his crotch.  The pants were of a loose 
flannel, much like gran'pa's, and from the size of the boy's erection it was 
obvious he had forgone undershorts.  In his hand was the palm of a young 
lass who stood beside him, as lovely as he.
         Bob and Dick nearly jumped up when they spotted the intruders.  
Were it not for the delicate young thing holding the boy's hand, it seemed 
likely the two men would have tackled him.  (Whether out of fear that he 
might be a denizen of New World Order or simply out of male jealousy was 
never made clear.)  Willette watched as Bob hoisted himself to his feet 
and, still dripping semen, strode over to the boy.  Bob, who was nearly 20 
years the boy's senior, clasped his hand about the boy's erection.
         "Hey!  What're you doin'?!" the boy gasped, in a thick country accent.  
His girlfriend shrank back from Bob, but kept her hand in the boy's in some 
obvious hope for protection.
         "Tell me what you're doing and then I'll let you go," Bob said evenly.
         "We, uh, we come here now and then...for, you know, uhÑ"
         "Ah yes," Bob said.  His hand seemed to linger on the boy's cloaked 
rod for a moment, savoring it, and then he released the member.  "You're 
just in time, if that's what you're here for."  Without further ado Bob put 
his hand to the hem of the girl's skirt.  She stepped back but that did not 
prevent Bob from lifting the front of the garment.  Willette caught sight 
of the girl's pubic curls.  "No underwear.  Just as I might have suspected," 
Bob sighed.  He let go of the girl's skirt and regarded the couple.  "Well, 
you both look ready for love's labors.  No diseases?  I can assure you that 
we have none."  
         The boy gulped and looked almost afraid, but his penis betrayed his 
real feelings.  His eyes darted from Bob to Willette, then on to Lori.  Both 
women smiled invitingly at him.  Willette's legs were still spread, a 
pudding of semen at their juncture.  Lori knelt in the tub, Dick's penis 
withdrawn now but her bottom still poised, semen welling up from it, 
seemingly inviting an additional fuck.
         "You've done it before, hmmm?" Bob asked of the boy and girl.  "What 
are your names?"  He knew if he could get their names he could get their 
genitals too.
         "IÑI'm Steve, and this here is Cindy," the boy stammered.  "We done 
it, sure...even in that thar tub.  We didn't know this here place belonged to 
you all."
         "Well, it does, but you're welcome any time, even with a cock like 
that, though I dare say the ladies will find it more appealing than I do," 
Bob said.  He gazed meaningfully at Steve's rod.
         Steve shifted his feet and seemed eager to cover his protuberance in 
his pants with his hand, but perhaps thought the gesture unmanly.  "Do our 
females appeal to you?" Bob asked Steve.  
         "Why, uh, yessir," Steve said.  "'Course, uh, my gal's purty too."  Steve 
glanced shyly at his girlfriend, who seemed to have taken almost as much 
interest in the naked men before her as Steve had in the naked women.
         "Your girlfriend is very pretty," Bob said.  "But you've fucked her 
before, haven't you?"
         "Uh, yessir," Steve replied.  He glanced sheepishly down at his toes.  
His girlfriend began to blush.
         "You haven't ever even seen my girls before, let alone screwed them, 
have you?" Bob asked.
         "No sir!" Steve answered, looking up.
         Bob took Steve's girlfriend by the arm and drew her close to his 
naked body.  Cindy seemed too stunned by events to protest.  Or perhaps 
she found herself a willing victim, not uneager to be held by the older man.  
"I don't mean to scare you," Bob said.  His penis was rising even as he 
spoke.  "But here we like to trade partners.  That girl you saw me 
fucking?"  Willette smiled at Steve.  "She's the other guy's fiancee.  
'Course, he fucks her too, but we trade a lot.  He's fucking my wife."
         "You mean?" Steve gazed at the tableau before him.  Bob, as if 
sensing victory, pulled Cindy against his chest.  The hem of her dress 
brushed his juiced crotch.
         "That's right," Bob said.  "We have two fine females here that are 
already spermed and ready for you.  I suggest you fuck them while me and 
Dick work on your girl.  Then, if you've anything left after fucking our 
women, you're welcome of course, to screw your girl too.  That is what 
you came here for, isn't it?"  Steve looked at Cindy.  Bob lifted a hand and 
began massaging Cindy's breast through her blouse.  It stuck straight out, 
just like Willette's.  Just like Bob liked them.
         "Gawrsh, you mean I can just fuck your women, no problem?" Steve 
asked.  His hands were at the drawstring of his pants now.  One pull and 
Willette would see his rod, pulsing in its nakedness.  She hoped he took her 
first.
         "Of course, and your girlfriend too, of course," Bob said.  He hugged 
Cindy to him and she glanced up at him.  A wisp of a smile came to her 
face.
         Steve pulled at his drawstring and his pants came loose.  He held 
them up for a final moment and, almost as an afterthought, addressed his 
girlfriend.  "Cindy, we ain't never done nothin' like this before...this here 
might be our only chance..."  Cindy let a hand drop to Bob's loins.  A finger 
of hers curled one of Bob's pubic hairs around her chiseled nail.
         "I don't mind," Cindy whispered.  Then she blushed fiercely.  Her 
accent was in the manner of a cute Southern drawl.  In a reflection off a 
glassed-in cabinet Willette thought she saw Bob's penis grow even larger.  
         Steve shucked off his pants and hurried over to Willette.  Feeling 
like a tart, Willette welcomed the boy with open arms.   She stroked his 
body as he entered her.  A moment later Willette gasped as he thrust 
straight up her.  Any thought of gentleness was overcome by his youthful 
enthusiasm.  Willette was glad that Bob had prepared her beforehand by 
filling her with gooey semen.  As Steve began a series of rapid thrusts 
Willette lifted her legs and wrapped them about his seat.  She wanted to 
make sure he rode her to fulfillment.  Neither a change of heart on his part 
or the lust of any other female in the room would take him from her now.
         Bob regarded Cindy as a tutor might a pupil.  His hands touched the 
top of her blouse and he flicked open its uppermost button.  Neither of the 
blouse's top two buttons had been closed, so the first button to be undone 
revealed the upper curves of Cindy's bosom.  "My dear, you are a most 
intelligent young lady," Bob announced.  "I would not have thought such 
sophistication with regard to these matters to be present in a young lady 
so far from the city."  Cindy smiled at this, obviously flattered by Bob's 
balderdash.  This line succeeded in securing the release of the remaining 
buttons of her blouse.  Underneath she wore no bra.
         Bob pulled Cindy's blouse free of her skirt and let its two halves fall 
open.  Her delicious breasts jutted forth like oversized apples, ripe and 
firm.  Indeed they would have made big apples, their size being equal to 
that of a small head of lettuce.  In all respects they were almost identical 
to Willette's breasts with, of course, a different face atop them to coo 
and moan at Bob's touch.  Bob cupped the twin mammary glands and 
squeezed them gently.  "My, you country girls do grow nice ones out here.  
So fresh and plump, just like your produce!" Bob said.
         "They just grew out this year, sir," Cindy said.  "Last year I was 
a'fearin' God might've skipped me."  Cindy seemed to regard Bob's hands as 
some kind of benediction, as if he were a doctor pronouncing on her 
fertility.
         Dick hopped from the bathtub and walked past Willette, who was 
writhing on the floor under Steve.  Willette caught sight of him striding 
by, his penis fully erect despite its recent encounter with Lori's bottom.  
Obviously Dick wanted not to be left out of this charming country girl's 
exploration of her own body.  He sidled up to the girl and put a hand in the 
small of her back.  The girl received him as if he were there to render a 
second opinion.  
         "My, you certainly are beautiful," Dick said.  He managed to displace 
one of Bob's hands and cup a breast himself.  But when Dick's hand began to 
slide down over Cindy's bottom she reached back and caught it, arresting 
its progress.  Dick thought she wanted him to massage her rear there and 
then, but when he began to do so she lifted his palm from her buttocks.
         "My daddy would never let me do it with you'all," Cindy drawled.  Her 
finger still traced circles amidst the pubic hairs of Bob's crotch.  "I 
already get in enuf trouble just hanging out with Steven."  The girl seemed 
to pull back from her naked male suitors.  "But I don't mind teasin,'" she 
added, as if to placate Bob and Dick's sudden looks of angry frustration.
         "God Dammit!" Bob cried.  He grabbed Cindy by her shoulders and 
pulled her close.  She looked startled.  
         Dick thrust his arm between Cindy and Bob.  "Not so fast, Bob," Dick 
said.  "You're not thinking of raping her, are you?"  Bob's grip relaxed on 
the girl.  Willette ran her fingers through Steve's hair.  The boy was 
oblivious to his girlfriend's plight.
         "Now see here," Bob pleaded with Cindy.  The girl seemed to enjoy his 
new state of unease.  She let a finger trace lines amidst the matted hair 
of his chest.  A smug smile lifted the corners of her lips.
         "I like you," Cindy said.  "But I never do it on the first meetin'."  
         "Now look," Bob said.  "A deal's a deal.  We traded you with your 
boyfriend."
         "Still the first meetin'."  Cindy said.  Dick pushed Bob back from 
Cindy.
         "Leave the girl be, Bob," Dick said.  "I don't believe in forcing a 
woman."  Cindy brightened visibly at Dick's reference to her as a woman.  
         "I have to go," Cindy said demurely.  She disentangled herself from 
Bob's loosened grasp.  Her eyes turned warmly to Dick.  "You're a nice man," 
Cindy said to Dick in her thick drawl.  "I shouldn't have come here anyway, 
and now I must be going.  I'll be missed at Sunday school."
         "Sunday school?" Bob choked.  The female was alluring him with her 
girlish manner even as she denied him.  "Is it Sunday?"
         "Yes, it's the Lord's day, a day of rest," Cindy said.  "Though boys will 
be boys."  She glanced past Dick and Bob at Steve, who was just grunting 
with orgasm upon Willette.  With that Cindy smiled at both Bob and, 
especially, Dick and twirled about on her heels.  With a flouncing of her 
frilled skirt she sashayed from the bathroom.  As she cleared the doorway 
she realized her blouse was unbuttoned and she looked down.  She 
continued walking and at the same time began to restore her buttons to 
their former, more modest positions.  Dick and Bob could only gaze after 
her, their cocks erect and aching.  
         All at once both Dick and Bob rushed forward.  Each male came up on 
either side of Cindy and the girl looked up, eyes wide, as if anticipating an 
attack and feeling totally vulnerable to whatever the men had in mind.  But 
they only offered to escort her to the door, reigning in whatever wickeder 
designs they might have had on her.  Cindy seemed pleased to be 
accompanied to the front door by the two handsome studs.  Each man's 
penis pronged forth, praying for the privilege of spouting an offering to 
her.  Dick gallantly opened the front door.  A mischievous gleam came to 
Cindy's eyes and she tapped each man's penis on top of his cockhead.  Then, 
silently, she sashayed out into the open air.  The men stared after her as 
she headed down the daisy-covered field, suddenly wanting her more than 
any woman they had ever met.

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

WILSON NUDE!  
Gossip by Hooly Joe

         One P.P. Wilson, known to Columbus residents as a welfare bum 
and sex story contributor (albeit Òin the fleshÓ instead of on a.s.s.), 
was seen yesterday taking a crap.  He was on the bridge that connects 
the illustrious cities of Columbus and Phenix City.  (Traffic does get 
heavy sometimes.)
         "This is a great tragedy," lamented William Dockery, Columbus' 
sole expert on such matters.  "In June of '92 an unknown bum took a 
crap on the bridge, and every day motorists and pedestrians were 
subjected to the sight of that shit deteriorating.  Bum's shit seems to 
last an especially long time, too.  Perhaps it is all that indigestible 
food they eat at the Burger King.  I remember all too well the sight of 
that bum's shit in '92 gathering flies, attracting stray dogs, and finally 
turning white under the glare of the summer sun.
         "Shit on the bridge is also a health hazard," Dockery continued.  
"Rick Howe passed by and thought the McDonald's truck had dropped one 
of its hamburger paddies.  He almost picked it up.  He was going to take 
it in to work and fry it.  He hates to see good food go to waste.  
Fortunately, when he noticed that quite a number of flies had been 
attracted to the turds, he realized it couldn't be McDonald's food.  Their 
food isn't tasty enough to draw that many flies."
         (The headline about Wilson being nude relates, of course, to 
Wilson's bare butt sticking out as he took his crap.  I, holy joe, was not 
present to witness this sight, so I cannot report on it personally.  
However, it is rumored that Lynn Hansen has staked out the bridge, 
hoping to "report" on such an incident first-hand in the near future.)  
         I, holy joe, investigative reporter, did manage to track Wilson 
down, at the welfare hotel he calls home.  Like most reporters (who 
confront people on nothing more than hearsay from unreliable 
witnesses with a grudge), I went boldly forth and confronted Wilson 
about his crapping.  He had this reply:  ÒIt is not my fault that I had to 
take a crap.  The city should put porta-potties on the bridge if it is not 
going to do anything about the problem of traffic congestion.  I used to 
have to cross over the Bay Bridge in San Francisco, and I am told that 
my crap continues to Ôadd valueÕ to that bridge to this day.  I am also 
told that some of my valuable shit was picked up by an artist and 
turned into an art exhibit.  He should know that my shit is only 
available as a LICENSED product for a limited time.  After that he must 
return it to the bridge where I left it.Ó
         holy joe (undeterred):  CouldnÕt you have at least crapped over the 
SIDE of the bridge, so that everyone wouldnÕt have to look at your shit?
         P.P. Wilson:  ÒCertainly not.  How could I license my shit to 
interested artists if it dropped into the river?  ÔContent!Õ  That is what 
todayÕs society is all about.  I am providing content.  My shit would be 
lost forever if I dumped it in the river.  Anyway, like I said, if anyone 
has a problem with my shit, get a porta-potty.  Otherwise I will 
continue to supply AmericaÕs artists through my unique distribution 
system.  As you can see, I have no need to pay lots of money to acquire 
Capital City/ABCÕs distribution system.  I have my own, self-created.

D R E A M G I R L S  L E T T E R S

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