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Naughty Naked Dreamgirls #30: Chambers of Love
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 30 Saturday June 24, 1995
alt.stories.erotic alt.sex.stories
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 her 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:) "How Can
We Keep Our Children Safe?" "Sexual Abuse" "Abduction" "Television"
New facts: "Few children are abducted by strangers (pg. 44)." (I knew
this already, but yuppie women prefer to keep the truth at bay for as long
as possible.)
New words: "The danger years." (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 joe's educational moment: On the cover we have a girl. Presumably,
this girl is "in danger." (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
couldn't believe how UGLY this little girl is. Her face resembles the
face of a pig. Ladies, this girl is NOT "in danger." 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 children's 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
"danger" of the Internet...while your little daughter sits in your living
room watching MTV.
Playboy's Lingerie, July 1995, $5.95.
Review: For many years, Playboy's Lingerie was nothing more than a tired
collection of old photos that hadn't made it into the monthly centerfold.
No more. A few months back a woman became editor of Playboy's "newsstand
special" 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 "Miss July in a nightie," type
photo, but photos of girls putting makeup on each other, sucking
popsicles, etc. If you've long since abandoned the Playboy "specials,"
give them another look. You won't be disappointed.
Playboy's POCKET Playmates, No. 1, $3.95.
Review: This is the premier issue of a new marketing concept:
"digest-sized" Playboy special issues.
Firstly, the color stinks. These girls almost don't 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 don't have a complete collection of
Penthouse. Hence, the necessity for this magazine. Assuming you don't
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 "reprint"
issue I did not notice any new photos. (By "new," 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. (They've 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:
"She Jerks it at Work!" "Hot, Wet, Sex-Starved Sluts." It is my
understanding, however, that certain men, diagnosed as "normal" by our
society, like "filthy" 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 "dangers." (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. (That's her real name, by the
way.) She is featured on the cover. (That's 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 she's long
since degenerated into. If you like Kelly, you'll 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 you're 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 "can't miss" title of this magazine, it contains
Penthouse-type photo spreads inside. Two stand out: "Swingers'
Honeymoon," wherein a very attractive "room service" girl gives two lovers
more service than they bargained for. Also, "The Shelby Stevens Show:"
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 "garbage" pictorials
in this magazine, the two photo spreads mentioned above are worth buying.
NOTE: I got ALL of the above magazines at "normal" 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 "look over his shoulder." 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 "read" 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 "dangerous" place (to feminism) than the Internet
will ever be. NOTE to the uninitiated: check out the books by
"anonymous" at your local bookstore, in the fiction section. And, also,
if you see Ann Rice's trilogy, Sleeping Beauty, grab it! Its not about a
sleeping princess, I can assure you.
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