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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Night Games
Chapter Fourteen
Dirk Kingsley had just gotten home from Hollywood Fitness when he
decided to check his mailbox. He usually let it linger, there was no point
in unloading a box full of neighborhood circulars. He lived in an apartment
for Chrissake, why did they insist on sending him a bunch of shit for
families?
No, he wasn�t interested in preschool programs in the area, he
muttered to himself, as he began taking the things out of the box. And no,
he didn�t clip grocery store coupons. No, he didn�t bowl, didn�t need a ten
percent off bowling coupon. No, he wasn�t interested in removing
unwanted facial hair. He didn�t need to enroll anyone in an afterschool
program.
Ah, the electric bill! It was inconveniently wedged in a circular
offering home landscaping services. Not that he really needed to pay it, of
course. He loved the idea of going through junk mail in the dark, boiling
away in the L.A. heat with no air conditioning.
Dirk was taking the circulars to the dumpster, the power bill tucked
under his arm, when a Plymouth Prowler pulled up. There was a blonde
woman inside. She smiled at him. Dirk smiled back. The woman had an
angelic face, but one with a mischievous smile. There was a promising
swell to her body below her narrow shoulders. Dirk ambled up to her car.
He looked down. The woman had magnificent tits.
�May I help you?� Dirk asked the blonde.
�Yes,� the woman said, her smile growing ever more impish.
�Well?� Dirk asked. He noticed that the woman, perhaps following
his lead, was looking down now too. Except her eyes were not trained on
her anatomy, but on his. Dirk swallowed uncomfortably. The woman was
looking, in a very no-nonsense way, straight at his crotch. This
realization made his athletic bulge there grow suddenly more prominent.
�Is there something I can help you with?� Dirk asked, suddenly
annoyed.
�I want you to show me your cock,� the blonde said. Dirk blushed.
He was used to asking women to show him their tits, especially when he
was out sailing, but what was this?! He felt like he was suddenly a piece
of beef in some cattle show! And the woman wasn�t kidding, either. Dick
swallowed hard. He looked again at the woman�s face, then at her tits,
then at her face again. She definitely qualified for his attention, but she
had no manners at all!
�I�m sure we can work something out,� Dick said to the blonde. �But
we happen to be standing in the middle of a parking lot.� The blonde licked
her lips. With supreme confidence, placing a delicately manicured hand on
the windowsill of her car, she purred,
�Does exhibitionism frighten you?�
�No,� Dirk said, and felt himself grow even larger at the woman�s
question. Suddenly he was aware that the magnificent woman was not
alone. She had a passenger. It was a little girl! And she was staring at
Dirk�s cock with just as eager interest, climbing up in the passenger seat
beside the woman and leaning against her shoulders to peer out the
driver�s side window at him.
�Do you live around here?� Gwen asked.
�Y- Yes,� Dirk stammered. The child was shockingly beautiful. Long
golden hair tumbled down alongside an elfin face, set with wide clear blue
eyes and a button-like nose. Succulent child�s lips smiled at him. But her
eyes remained, like the woman�s, directly on the bulge in his crotch.
Two minutes later they were all in Dirk�s apartment, and he was
offering them drinks.
�Why thank you,� the blonde woman smiled. �I love a man who can
show hospitality.� Dirk, still in his gym gear and sweating more than
ever, even with his air conditioner on full blast, got wine for the woman
and soda for the child.
�My name�s Gwen,� the blonde woman said, as Dirk joined her on his
couch. Cindy tossed an old Subway wrapper off a loveseat and plopped
down in it, sipping at the Coke Dirk had given her.
�I usually drink only diet, but this is okay,� Cindy said of the Coke.
Dirk grinned.
�You have a very attractive daughter,� he said nervously. But he
wished to Hell the girl wasn�t here. He was popping a major boner and he
didn�t like her looking at it. He especially didn�t like the predatory way
she looked at it. Gwen, sensing Dirk�s feelings, reached down. Keeping the
wine glass he�d given her poised in one hand, as if suddenly a guest at
some elegant cocktail party, she touched Dirk�s crotch.
�Is it because of this?� Gwen asked. Dirk swallowed, and it was
audible.
�Yes,� he answered.
�That�s why we�re here,� Gwen said. �We were driving by and we
couldn�t help but notice how handsome you were. Of course with such a
body we suspected you�d have... this... and indeed it looks daunting.� Gwen
smiled. �Only the best for my daughter.�
�What?!� Dirk asked.
�She�s trying to pop me,� Cindy said casually, and twirled a finger in
her long hair.
�Yes,� Gwen smiled at Dirk. �My daughter here, as you call her, is a
virgin. We�re going to have a party for her and at this party she is to be
popped.� Dirk could hardly believe her ears.
�Huh?� he asked.
�Popped,� Gwen said. There was a succulence to her lips as she
spoke it. She seemed to savor the word. �How would you like to attend?�
she asked Dirk. She sipped her wine. Cindy was already finishing her Coke
and she made a gargling noise as she hit the bottom of the can.
�Of course you must be full for the endeavor,� Gwen said to Dirk.
She stroked his crotch. �When�s the last time you had sex?�
�Huh? A- A week ago,� Dirk stammered. Gwen beamed at Cindy.
�He�s full for you, dear,� she said.
�Goodie!� Cindy said. Then she said, �Can I have another Coke?�
�Uh, yeah,� Dirk said.
�The party�s in a week,� Gwen said, lifting her hand from Dirk�s
crotch. �Keep yourself from spending in the meantime so you�ll be greedy
as a bear after Winter.�
�Oh, God! You don�t mean,� Dirk asked. Gwen raised an eyebrow.
�You thought I invited myself into your apartment to fuck you?� she
asked. Dirk trembled.
�I was rather hoping...� he said. Cindy leapt down from the loveseat.
�I�ll get the Coke,� she said, and went for Dirk�s refrigerator.
�I am not a slut, dear boy,� Gwen said. �The party�s in a week.� She
reached into her blouse. She pulled a small envelope from her bust. She
handed it to Dirk. It smelled rich with perfume. It was warm with her
body heat. �Oh, one other thing,� Gwen told Dirk, as Cindy announced that
there were no more Cokes in his refrigerator. �You must drop your pants,
I�m afraid. I must examine what you have to offer.�
Dirk was about to scream from the pressure building in his crotch.
He looked over the back of his couch, toward the refrigerator where little
Cindy was trying to find something other than Coke to drink. Suddenly he
lifted his ass and yanked down his gym shorts. He didn�t like wearing an
athletic supporter, it always seemed to tight on him, and so when he
yanked down his shorts he hooked his thumbs at the same time inside the
waistband of his Jockeys and pulled those down too. Suddenly he was
sitting bare-assed on his couch, his shorts and underpants at his knees,
his balls heavy between his legs, hot against his couch, and his cock
sticking up like some loose pipe looking for a grommet to stuff itself into.
Gwen smiled at the man�s prick. It was banana-sized, like something that
one might find in the Dole section at the supermarket.
�You�re a bit large for a wee virgin�s cunt, but with plenty of work
you just might be able to get yourself in her. Quite painfully for you both,
though, I�m afraid,� Gwen said.
�Ooooh! Is he out now?� Cindy asked. She came running over from
the refrigerator, a carton of milk in her hand. It was white milk, she�d
found it already open, and she�d downed some of it, putting a white
mustache above her upper lip. �He is!� she cried, seeing what the young
man on the couch was displaying. �Gwen, is he big enough for me, do you
think?� the girl asked. The woman looked at the little virgin.
�We are trying to pop you, not kill you, my dear,� she said.
�I want only the very biggest!� Cindy insisted. Gwen smiled at Dirk.
�Virgins are so hard to please,� she said.
�What? Don�t I qualify?� Dirk said, possessed with a sudden feeling
of inadequacy.
�We must measure him,� Cindy said to Gwen.
�Yes,� the woman agreed. She opened her purse. Cindy smiled. This
was the third man they�d stopped on the street and measured, all of them
were over ten inches. The girl, not entirely familiar with the dynamics of
love-making, wanted the biggest one to pop her. Gwen drew out a cloth
tape measure. Dirk trembled as she put it against his cock.
�You could at least let me see your tits before I agree to come to
your party,� Dirk said.
�Oh, you want to see my tits?� Gwen asked. Dirk sensed an
opportunity, even as he sat bare-assed on his couch, the two females
seemingly in complete control.
�Yes,� he insisted. �Pull off your top and show me what you have.
I�ve showed you everything I have to offer. Your breasts at least,� he said.
Gwen looked at Cindy. But the little girl, even without Dirk asking her to,
was already yanking up her shirt. She was eager to have fun. A moment
later her shirt was on Dirk�s floor, next to the Subway wrapper. She was
asking him to unhook her bra. �I didn�t really mean you,� Dirk said, his
fingers trembling. He had never seen a 12-year-old topless before.
�YIPEEEE!� Cindy cried a moment later, as Dirk managed to get her
bra clasp undone. Then she was out of her bra, flinging it around the room
like a lasso as she showed off her breasts to the man.
�Do you like them?� Cindy asked Dirk. The young man nodded, as
Gwen suavely slipped out of her own blouse. She turned on the couch so
that her own back was presented to the man.
�Undo me too,� Gwen said. Dirk complied. A moment later, to his
mouth-watering delight, the girl�s mother (for so he thought) was topless,
showing him a bountiful and very suckable pair of breasts. Then she
picked up her tape measure again. She circled Dick�s balls with it. He felt
the prick of her fingernails against his sac, dangerous and tempting. She
felt his throbbing, running down his length and into his testicles. She
called out a number. It was the size of Dick�s fullness, the width of his
balls. Cindy rummaged in Gwen�s purse. She pulled out a pencil and pad.
She wrote Dick�s name and the size of his balls. Above his own name on
the pad Dick saw the names of two other men.
�Who are they?� Dirk asked of the men.
�The guys you�re competing with,� Gwen smiled.
�I don�t know anyone named George,� Dirk said.
�You�ll meet him at the party.�
�He�s eleven and a quarter inches,� Cindy said proudly to Dirk.
�Let�s see how big you are,� Gwen said to the young man. She ran the
tape measure up his cock. She was about to measure him when suddenly
the tension became to great for Dirk. Presented with the spectacle of the
woman�s breasts, and those of a 12-year-old virgin to boot, he suddenly
exploded. Sperm shot up from him like a geyser. Cindy screamed and
dropped the pad, clapping her hands to her face like the shocked little
virgin she was. Gwen looked surprised, then laughed, her luscious breasts
bouncing with her laugher and making Dirk pump all the more furiously.
�Oh, God!� Dirk cried, his hands both still pressed flat to his couch,
his cock exerting itself into nothing but air, only the delicate touch of the
cloth tape against him giving him any actual pleasure.
�You�re young,� Gwen said to the man. �It�s to be expected.�
�How old are you?� Dirk asked Gwen.
�I�m 25,� the woman answered.
�Oh. I�m only 22,� Dirk said.
�I�m twelve!� Cindy cried, thumbing her chest.
�Yes. I suspected that,� Dirk said to the girl.
�It�s alright, we need a sperm sample anyway,� Gwen said to the
young man. She took a handkerchief from her purse. She wiped her hands
and then Dirk�s pole. Then she handed him a plastic cup. �You definitely
qualify as to length, even if we don�t know your exact measurements,� she
told the man. �Now we have some of your sperm, but we need a urine
sample as well. Would you be so kind as to pee into this cup?�
�Sure,� Dirk said. He got up from the couch. He felt defeated, felt
his cock shrivelling, but what could he do? Even a handsome guy like him
wasn�t used to being approached by a woman and asked to fuck her 12-
year-old daughter.
�Where are you going?� Gwen asked the young man, as he attempted
to turn and yank up his shorts.
�To the bathroom,� Dirk said.
�No, she likes to watch,� Gwen said. �Do it right here.� Dirk turned
toward the woman.
�You want me to pee in my living room?� he asked. �In front of
her?�
�Yes, if you don�t mind. And even if you do,� Gwen smiled.
�MMMMM,� Cindy said, still looking at Dirk�s cock, even now, as it
reduced itself to half its length. The girl�s right hand stole up her thigh,
into the crotch of a pair of hotpants she was wearing.
�What if I can�t stop myself and piss on my floor?� Dirk asked.
�I�ll lick it up,� Gwen said.
�You�ll what?!� Dirk cried. The thought of such a lovely woman down
on her knees running her tongue across his floor sent shivers up his spine.
His floor wasn�t especially clean. Was she really willing to do that for
him? He became erect again, picturing it in his mind.
�Oooh, look Gwen! He�s getting big again!� Cindy said. The girl
unbuckled a small decorative belt that looped the waist of her hot pants.
Then, still transfixed by Dirk�s newly erect cock, she undid the buttons
running down the front of her pants. However the pants were so tight on
her that they barely budged on her hips, even when she shoved her fingers
into the panties she wore underneath them.
Gwen, seemingly not wanting to be outdone by the little virgin,
slipped a hand up between her thighs and under the miniskirt she was
wearing.
�Ah, piss on your floor, I don�t mind,� Gwen said to Dirk. �The way
you blush, I doubt you have any diseases. Here,� she said. She opened her
mouth, her hand now clearly stimulating her dell, making her breasts
shudder on her chest. �If you fill the cup, put the rest in here.�
�In your mouth?!� Dirk cried.
�In my mouth too!� Cindy declared. She sat down in the woman�s lap.
Suddenly Dirk could stand the temptation no longer. With one eye trained
on the breasts bouncing in front of him, he filled the cup. Then he strode
forward and with a mighty shove he pushed Cindy off Gwen�s lap.
�Hey!� Cindy cried. She tumbled face down onto the couch. Safely
out of the way, Dirk, who had stopped his flow of pee for a moment, let
loose again. But he didn�t aim at Gwen�s mouth. Instead he pissed on her
breasts. Gwen smiled and closed her lips. Then she laughed, sitting
quietly as Dirk pissed all over her chest.
�Did you enjoy that?� Gwen asked, when Dirk was finished.
�Yes,� Dirk gasped.
�No!� Cindy cried, sitting up, her breasts bouncing angrily. She
looked up at the man. Gwen reached out and stroked the girl�s long hair,
which was rather tousled now, not beauty-parlor perfect as it had been
that morning when they�d set out on their mission. She smoothed it with
her fingers.
�You can�t be the center of attention all the time, dear,� Gwen said
to Cindy.
�Piss on my breasts too!� Cindy insisted.
�I don�t want to get you all wet,� Dirk said.
�Aren�t my breasts just as pretty?� Cindy asked.
�Yes,� Dirk confessed. �But you�re only 12-years-old.�
�Speaking of wet,� Gwen smiled at Dirk.
�Yes?� he asked.
�I may need a shower and a change of clothes,� Gwen said. �Perhaps
you have an extra shirt I could borrow?�
�I want one too!� Cindy declared.
�But I didn�t pee on you,� Dirk told the 12-year-old.
�I want one anyway,� Cindy said. Gwen smiled at Dirk.
�Go drink something,� she said. �The girl needs to keep up with me
or she�ll never shut up about it.�
�Yes!� Cindy agreed.
Dirk�s tub wasn�t the cleanest, but the girls said they�d clean it for
him, if he�d piss on Cindy when he was capable of it, and so, as he sat on
his toilet in the bathroom drinking a beer, he was treated to the spectacle
of the two females getting into his tub and scrubbing it. Seeing them with
their golden hair pinned up, working like domestic laborers, soon had its
effect. He felt a fullness in his bladder. He got up from the toilet. He
strode over to the edge of his tub. They screamed. He let both of them
have it, in their screaming mouths as well as all over their breasts.
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