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         I am still grieving over the collapse of the World Trade Center
towers.  In those two big towers there must have been at least one
pervert like me, his apartment stuffed with porn.  Think of all the
pornography that was lost!  Playboy, especially the older magazines,
which are much better than the newer ones.  Penthouse (well, no loss
there).  Tight, with its girls who look 12, even though they're 18. 
Barely Legal, especially the movie reviews, with the pacifier rating
system.  Books featuring naked little girls who are 8 or 9 or 10, by
David Hamilton.  Truly, the loss is incalculable!
         I am taking up a collection to try to help the survivors.  If
you will send me your porn, I promise to only masturbate over it for a
few days and then send it directly to New York.  People are sending food
and clothes and money and blood, but what guy doesn't need a good jack? 
Especially if he can get hold of naked little girls?
         Your support in this project will be most appreciated, first by
me and then by many others.  God bless America! 


                                        Andrew Roller Presents
                                   NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
                                                       in 
                                                 Penitents

                                               Chapter One

         The hotel veranda jutted out over the beach.  Down below the
veranda, half-hidden in the encroaching darkness of the night, rising in
the sky even as the tide rose on the beach, was the hotel's bar.  It was
customary for guests and swimmers, whether staying at the hotel or not,
to mingle here.  Had Jeff been a girl he might have covered up, drawing
a skirt or sash of cloth across his swimsuit; but he was a male, and he
strode toward the bar with easy grace, wearing only his Speedo swimsuit,
carrying his surfboard.  In America the fashion was baggy shorts but
here in Italy ball-hugger swimsuits still prevailed among the men.  At
first this seemingly retro preference had surprised Jeff; then he'd
realized that the lighter, almost nonexistent Speedo left him free to
travel faster in the waves.  Jeff had long since mastered the easier
waves and he wanted to push himself as far and fast as he could.  If he
could have swum naked, he would have.
         Jeff found a spot amidst the people crowded around the bar and
set down his surfboard.  He was aware of three delicate girls in bikinis
smiling at him from the distance of about 20 feet, out on the sand. 
They were quite pretty but he ignored them.  Girls were becoming boring
for him.  They did whatever he asked, and they were completely
inexperienced to boot, in most cases.  Jeff was 16 and he wanted more. 
He looked 18; the bartender didn't question him as he ordered a Pina
Colada.  
         The drink was served, Jeff took out the straw and threw it on
the sand.  He pushed aside the little umbrella.  They were frivolities
for the tourists and after a hard day of surfing he was toying with the
idea of getting drunk.  It could all be put on his room tab; his father
was an American executive, pleasantly liberal and wealthy and
conveniently absent most of the time.  He was rather like the young
girls who seemed so infatuated with him, Jeff thought as he downed his
drink in one gulp.  Easy, almost too easy, letting him do whatever he
liked.
         "Littering is illegal," a woman's voice said.  Jeff looked up
as he thumped his empty liquor glass down on the bar.  A gorgeous woman
stood in front of him.  Jeff guessed she was about 23.  The first thing
he noticed about her was what everyone else at the bar was just
noticing; her bust was magnificent.  It preceded her by a considerable
distance and Jeff had the best vantage point, he saw, for she was facing
him, looking directly at him, and he could see right down into her
decollete dress.  It was cut daringly low, though perhaps not too racily
for a hotel on a topless beach.  Jeff could just make out the tops of
the woman's nipples.  Her white bosoms above her nipples quivered as she
looked at him, her breasts seemingly winning the battle against her
tight dress, about to break free.  Jeff savored the woman's pink nipples
a moment, the tops of them, and as he did he noticed a curious thing. 
He must have aroused the woman for as she continued to look at him her
nipples, inside her thin dress, sprung up, little points rising as if
for Jeff's amusement.  The effect on Jeff's groin was instantaneous.  As
the woman looked at him Jeff's penis enlarged, inside his suit,
straining the fabric of his Speedos to the bursting point.  It was
rather embarrassing; Jeff knew the three little girls were still
watching him from 20 feet away, and based on his looks he knew others
must be watching too; he was always an object of attention wherever he
went.
         The woman did not fail to notice the increased size of the lump
in Jeff's swimsuit.  In fact the nylon of his suit was sufficiently thin
to allow the various parts of his penis to be discerned; the flanged
cock head at the front, pushing against his suit mightily; the pee hole
at its tip, the snakelike shaft.  As Jeff's penis grew his suit was
pulled outward.  Looking down, even as Jeff looked down into the woman's
dress, seeing her breasts, she looked down into his Speedos, seeing now
the curls of his pubic hair, which matched his blonde locks, and the
root of his cock.
         When at last Jeff's eyes met the woman's she had taken her gaze
from his cock and was looking directly at him.  Before he had grown,
down below, he had felt her eyes on his face and now there they were
again.  They seemed to drill right into him.  She repeated that
littering was illegal and Jeff looked, not entirely without guilt, at
the straw that he'd tossed on the sand.
         "I'm sure it will cause the fall of the Roman Empire," Jeff
answered the woman sardonically.  To his surprise she didn't melt at his
Jimmy Dean flippance, not even when he flashed her his trademark smirk.
         "Protecting the environment is important," the woman told
Jeff.  "Pick it up," she said, indicating the straw with a pointing of
her finger.  Immediately Jeff was impressed with the length of the
woman's fingernail, as it tried to humiliate him, pointing down at the
straw, everyone at the bar still watching.  This was no little girl
who'd spent the afternoon experimenting with nail polish, like the
little girls who were somewhere behind him admiring his bod.  This nail
was perfect, gleaming in the last dying rays of the sun, matched by four
others on her hand, all of them clear and yet somehow sparkling like
opal.  "Pick it up," the woman said again.  Jeff felt an inward grimace,
even as he enjoyed the sound of the woman's voice.  It wasn't loud or
angry.  It was soft, luscious to hear, delicate, yet within its softness
was an urgency, a sense of command, that Jeff found almost irresistible.
         Yet he did resist; he was 16 and he didn't like having adults
tell him what to do, not even beautiful young adults like this woman. 
Again, with everyone watching, she spoke her command:  "Pick it up." 
Now the whole scene was beginning to become acutely embarrassing for
Jeff.  Who was this damn woman, walking right up to him and bossing him
around, making him pop a hard on in front of half the beach with her
astounding beauty?  More to save her from embarrassment by disobeying
her again, Jeff bent down and picked up the straw.  He tossed it onto
the bar.  Sand that had become stuck to the straw scattered onto the
clean formica.
         "There.  Satisfied?" Jeff asked the woman.
         "Yes.  Thank you," the woman answered.  The bar tender appeared
and asked her what she wanted.  She leaned forward, exposing more of her
breasts to Jeff, the cones of her tits nearly popping free of her dress,
and got of whiff of his drink.  "I'll have what he's having," the woman
answered.
         "It's a Pina Colada," Jeff said.
         "There.  I thought I recognized it but I didn't quite," the
woman smiled at Jeff.  She had bedroom eyes, Jeff thought, wide spaced
and fringed with thick, long lashes.  They fluttered as she spoke to
him, her iciness melting quickly.
         "Pina Colada," the bartender said to himself, turning to go
make the drink.  
         "Put it on my tab," Jeff called after the bartender.
         "Thanks," the woman smiled at Jeff.
         They talked awhile and Jeff told her that he was visiting
Italy, for how long he didn't know, however long his father needed to do
his business stuff, which might be weeks or even months.  The man was
trying to set something up in Eastern Europe.  Jeff didn't know much
about it and cared less.  As long as his father was absent and the money
kept flowing, Jeff could do pretty much whatever he liked.  And he liked
that.  The woman, whose name was Alexandra, agreed with Jeff that he had
scored a choice summer.  It was July and who knew how long he might be
able to keep surfing?  August lay beyond, and then perhaps even
September, if Jeff's dad was absent-minded enough.  The woman seemed
surprised to learn that Jeff was only 16.
         "Yeah, people usually think I'm 18," Jeff said, then realized
the bartender might stop serving him if he knew his real age and glanced
over at the man to see if he was listening.  If he was, he didn't show
it.  Here in Italy everything was as free and easy as Jeff's life. 
Almost too free and easy, Jeff thought to himself, to the point of
lacking excitement.  Which is why he'd developed his little hobby.  Jeff
looked at his Pina Colada glass.  He was on his third and his head was
beginning to buzz a little, but not as much as he'd been hoping.  "How'd
you like something better than this?" Jeff asked Alexandra.  The woman
was still on her first glass and she looked at him with surprised eyes.
         "What could be better than a cold drink after a hot day?"
Alexandra asked Jeff.  He looked at her dark eyes and her dark hair,
which she had loosely pinned up, her short gown which seemed a cross
between something light a woman might wear on a warm day and a sexy
evening gown.
         "Come on, I'll show you," Jeff said to the woman.  He cocked
his head.  They put their glasses down on the bar and she followed him
around back behind some outdoor showers.
         "I'm not that kind of girl," Alexandra was saying when Jeff
turned around and faced her again.  He knew what she was saying; she
thought he was trying to lure her up to his bedroom for sex.  That would
come later, after he'd prepped her, Jeff laughed to himself.  He pulled
open his swimsuit and jammed his hand down into it.  He reached down
past his penis.  It leapt at the sudden contact of flesh on flesh,
despite the fact that it was only his own fingers touching himself.  It
grew harder.  Jeff tried to ignore it and reached further into his suit,
down under his balls.  They were heavy and full, tight and drawn up from
a long day catching waves.  Jeff pulled a tiny plastic bag out of his
swimsuit.  He showed it to the woman.  She saw white powder inside.
         "What is it?" Alexandra asked with wide eyes.
         "Cocaine," Jeff said.  "100 percent pure."  Of course Alexandra
could already guess the general nature of the thing.  She had long since
found life as a beauty as boring as Jeff did.  She'd given up runway
modelling and applied to become a police officer.  Now she was one,
undercover, assigned to stop the drug dealing that was taking place on
Italy's beaches.  And here he was, a perp in a little swimsuit, but
Alexandra looked again at his penis, stretching itself hard in his
Speedos, and decided she had no intention of arresting this one.  "I'll
give you a discount," Jeff told Alexandra.  He looked at her hopefully. 
Of course he had no need for the money the sale would bring, he did it
more for the excitement, to try to make his too free and easy life a
little more challenging.  And he did it for another reason too; if he
could get this woman high he imagined he could get her into bed.
         "I don't know..." Alexandra said, looking with feigned
innocence at the little white packet.  "Did you ever see cop shows where
the cops do things that they're not supposed to?" Alexandra asked Jeff. 
The boy shook his broad, bare shoulders and answered,
         "Don't worry.  I'm not a cop."  Alexandra smiled.  She let her
finger touch the plastic bag.
         "I mean, I saw a movie once.  In it a cop got fed up and
decided to take the law into his own hands," Alexandra said, letting the
pad of her finger stroke the white bag now, as Jeff continued to hold
it.
         "I know.  You want a free sample," Jeff said.  
         "Not quite," Alexandra smiled at Jeff.  He was somewhat taller
than her, despite his youth, and she gently raised her eyes up to his,
her finger still massaging the little packet he held in his hand.  "You
see, I'm a cop.  Undercover," Alexandra said to Jeff.  The boy drew
back, Alexandra reached for his swimsuit and caught it by the
waistband.   
         "Let go!" Jeff said.  His chest, like sculpted marble, tensed. 
His fist was tightly closed now over the packet of cocaine.  Alexandra
laughed.  If Jeff tried to run with her hand holding his suit he'd wind
up running across the beach naked.
         "Perhaps you should think twice next time before trying to sell
cocaine wearing nothing but your Speedos," Alexandra told Jeff.  The
young man glared at the cop.  She was much too beautiful for him to
punch.  He grabbed her wrist but she continued holding his swimsuit. 
Then, with her other hand, she pressed her advantage; she frankly
attacked his suit and yanked out his penis.
         "Hey, you can't do that!" Jeff said.  He gaped at his cock.  It
was erect, free of his suit now, quivering in the air like some dog's
nose sniffing drugs.  With one hand he still held the cocaine.  With his
other hand he gripped the woman's wrist.  It seemed a stand-off, except
that the pressure of the beautiful cop's hand on Jeff's penis was
threatening to make him spurt.  Then suddenly he got the idea of
swallowing the cocaine; she couldn't arrest him if there wasn't any
evidence.
         "No!" the police woman shouted as Jeff lifted the bag of
cocaine to his mouth.  Jeff saw fear in her eyes.  It stopped him; who
was this strange woman?  "That's not good for you, and you know it,"
Alexandra said to Jeff.  He fought the urge to spill in her hand, his
chest heaving now as his heart beat hard.
         "I'm not going to jail," Jeff said.  "Especially an Italian
jail," he added.  The woman's grip loosened on Jeff's penis and to his
heart-shuddering surprise she began to stroke it.
         "Did I say you're under arrest?" the woman asked Jeff.
         "I thought--" Jeff began.
         "Stop thinking and listen," the woman told Jeff, her voice of
command, that she'd used with him at the bar, soft-spoken but glorious,
returning.  "I was trying to tell you earlier," she continued.  "I am a
cop, but I'm not arresting you.  I'm taking my badge off in your
particular case.  If, that is, you agree to my proposal."
         "What's that?" Jeff asked.  The woman was massaging his penis
now and he wished to God she'd stop; he felt as if he was going to
ejaculate all over her at any moment.  Yet his masculine ego prevented
it.  With the blood pounding in his head, he tried to listen to her.
         "You're a cocky young thing," the woman said to Jeff,
"Littering the beach and trying to sell drugs.  Most collars I'd take
straight to jail but you're too beautiful for that.  Why should I turn
your tight little ass over to a bunch of cons?  I'm going to keep you
for myself, if you agree."  She smiled as she saw Jeff shudder.  She
lifted her hand from his penis.
         "Thank you," Jeff groaned, and the woman knew that he wasn't
referring to just her decision not to book him.  His cock quavered
urgently on the air.  She kept her hand just above it, ready to
embarrass him at a moment's notice if he disobeyed her.
         "In my case I happen to be starting up a sideline, besides my
cop duties," Alexandra said to Jeff.  "A few months ago I decided to
become a dominatrix."
         "A what?" Jeff asked.  His penis nearly exploded as the word
touched his ears.  Of course he knew what she'd said, he'd heard of such
things, but the word seemed too shocking to be true.
         "A dominatrix," Alexandra smiled.  Lightly she let her
fingertips connect with Jeff's penis and he groaned; she laughed as he
nearly shot himself onto her gown.  "A dominatrix is a woman who
dominates men," Alexandra explained to Jeff.  "You're in need of
discipline and learning how to crack safes from criminals in jail isn't
going to help you much.  So I have a proposal.  I want to give you time
to think about it, it's not something you should agree to hastily.  If
you're willing, instead of arresting you I'll take you to my punishment
chamber.  You'll be a prisoner, but don't worry, you won't have to wear
a pink jumpsuit.  Instead you'll be naked, throughout the entire
experience.  You'll have no freedom except to stay hard."  Lightly she
ran a finger down the length of Jeff's cock, right to his root.  She let
her fingers play in his pubic hair as he fought to control himself. 
Sticking up before her like some boy face to face with a Penthouse Pet,
Jeff stammered,
         "Hard?"
         "Yes," Alexandra explained.  "It would hardly be fair to my
government for me to give you a sex romp for selling drugs.  Ejaculation
will not be permitted in my punishment chamber.  There will be no sex,
dear boy, just a series of rigorous and painful workouts designed to
instill in you a sense of obedience.  You will learn to obey me and,
through me, the law.  You will learn to control your urges, so that they
don't run away with you."
         "Will I--" Jeff began, but Alexandra took her finger from the
root of Jeff's penis and put it to his mouth.
         "Shhhh," Alexandra said.  "I'm going to taste you."  She got
down on her knees, this police officer, as Jeff stood dumbfounded,
holding his packet of cocaine in his fist.  He no longer had her by the
wrist, he'd let go of her long ago as her stroking fingers played with
his cock.  Now she opened her succulent lips and put the end of his
penis, the bulbous cock head, into her mouth, opening her jaws wide to
accommodate his thickness.  Jeff's penis leapt, not breaking free of her
but nearly breaking loose his torrent of sperm.  He watched Alexandra
suck on him as if he were an extra-wide straw in her Pina Colada glass. 
Her mouth was warm and wet, a perfect refuge for his straining cock. 
Then, when Jeff was sure he was going to flood Alexandra's mouth with
himself, the woman abruptly pulled him out of her.  Smiling up at him,
she flicked his penis, his pee hole, with her tongue.  "You passed the
final test.  You taste delicious," Alexandra said, her breath wafting
over Jeff's cock head.
         "Please.  Finish me!" Jeff said to the woman.  She cocked her
head to one side, a strand of her hair tumbling down into her eyes. 
Still on her knees, Alexandra smiled more broadly.  She took Jeff's cock
with two fingers.  Holding him tightly she pushed him into her bustline,
inbetween her breasts which remained trapped in her dress.  Jeff let out
a loud groan.  His head flung itself back as he felt the pillowed
softness of the woman's breasts enclose him.  Gently Alexandra pumped
Jeff back and forth between her tits, letting him glory in her plump
cones.
         "You have a week to decide your fate," Alexandra told Jeff. 
"One week, then I'll call you and we'll see what your decision is."
         "Yes!  Yes!" Jeff cried.
         "I'm sorry, but you'll have to take the week to think about
it," Alexandra said.  "The ordeal, if you agree to it, will be prolonged
and severe.  Any disobedience, such as ejaculating, will result in extra
punishment, above and beyond what you're already in for.  You will not
be permitted to quit or leave early.  The entire curriculum will have to
be completed before I let you go."
         "Alright!" Jeff said.
         "And one more thing," Alexandra told Jeff.  "For the entire
week before you come to stay with me, you must not have sex with anyone,
not even with those cute little girls in their bikinis that I saw eyeing
you on the beach.  And no masturbating, of course."
         "Right!" Jeff said.  Suddenly Alexandra pulled him out of her
tits.  Jeff gaped down at himself.  He watched as Alexandra's fingers
uncoiled from him and let him go.  He brimmed with sperm; he was sure he
was going to cum all over the woman's dress or, preferably, inside it,
copiously flooding her bosoms with his seed.  
         "You wouldn't want to stain my dress, would you?" Alexandra
asked Jeff.  She stood up.  She smiled and turned to go.
         "Don't leave me like this!" Jeff cried.
         "I won't.  I have to go get a pen from the bartender, and some
paper, so I can write down your phone number," Alexandra told Jeff.
         The 16-year-old waited with his Speedos down around his thighs,
behind the showers, as the cop went back to the bar.  He was unbearably
hard.  He couldn't have fitted himself back into his swimsuit even if
he'd had a team of horses to help him.  Alexandra returned, after a
lengthy delay.
         "My, you're still hard," Alexandra smiled.  "What's your phone
number?" Alexandra asked Jeff.  He gave it to her, his cock quivering on
the air.  When she had written his number down he asked her for hers.
         "Sorry.  That's confidential," the woman told Jeff.  Then she
turned to leave again and added, "Don't get yourself arrested for
indecent exposure."
         She left him there, with his penis out.  It was half an hour
before Jeff could soften enough to get himself back into his Speedos. 
Even then, the lessening of his erection was only momentary.  No sooner
had he got himself back into his suit than he hardened again, thinking
of the woman.  It was with rapid steps that he crossed the hotel lobby
to get to the elevators that went to his room.

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