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Naughty Naked Dreamgirls #40: Bubblegum Bondage
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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 40 Tuesday July 4, 1995
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D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
Bubblegum Bondage
Part Eight
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Seven
"Poor little darling, mommie trained you well, didn't she?" Gloria said
to Susie. "But now I'm your mommie, and I've got different rules."
Gloria lifted up her ice cube and touched it to Susie's breast. The
blonde's teeth chattered at the feel of the frozen cube against her warm
white flesh. Slowly Gloria traced a circle with the cube about Susie's
pink areola. Then she lifted the cube from Susie's nearest breast and
took it to the farther, where she once more made a chilly wet circle about
Susie's areola. She lifted the cube momentarily and then touched it to
the erect bud of Susie's nipple.
"Oooch!" Susie cried, and suddenly began releasing her pee into her
panties.
"You're peeing, aren't you?" Gloria asked Susie delightedly. The girl
tossed her head back and nodded, face upraised. Gloria kept working her
magic upon Susie's nipples with the ice cube.
"I've been drinking too, in the kitchen," Melanie offered.
"Would you like to pee too, with the help of the cube?" Gloria asked.
"Yes," Melanie said. "I don't have to go that bad, but I'll bet the cube
would make me pee." Even before Gloria's husband could offer his
assistance she reached back behind herself and unhooked her bra. Her
rocket breasts sprang free, thrusting outward in all their jiggly glory.
Melanie brushed the bra down her arms and let it flutter to the floor.
Gloria rose and walked over to stand beside Melanie. Susie found that
the 16-year-old's crotch was right next to her own face. Gloria stood
just behind her chair, off to the side closest to her husband.
Gloria cupped one of Melanie's breasts. The girl bit her lower lip as
Gloria raised the cube. It touched her exquisite flesh. Melanie jerked
her shoulders. Her breast wiggled in Gloria's hand.
Gloria's husband decided to add his own contribution to Melanie's
impending peeing ceremony. Carefully he delved his finger between the
cheeks of her ass. He touched her anus. Melanie wiggled upon the digit,
and the result, intended or not, was that her sphincter opened briefly to
the pressure of his finger. Gaining purchase with the tip, he forced his
finger up her rectum to the first knuckle. Suddenly the hushed sound of
urine being released came to his ears.
The front of Melanie's panties still managed to cover most of her pubic
triangle. Now, despite the blackness of the fabric, an even darker spot
upon the undies became visible between her thighs. The farther observers,
sensing what was happening but unable to distinguish between the growing
pee stain and the rest of Melanie's panties, became fully aware now as
urine began trickling down her inner thighs.
"Good girl," Gloria congratulated Melanie.
"You can leave off the ice now," Melanie said.
"What? I wouldn't think of it," Gloria said. "Especially if it
discomfits you."
"Oooch! Your husband has his finger up my bottom!" Melanie said aloud.
"My, my, we'll have to take a cube to his dick," Gloria said, glancing
over the girl's back.
Elaine came over and seated herself in Gloria's chair. She plucked a
cube from the nearby bucket and touched it to Susie's teat. The blonde's
back stiffened. Her nipple wiggled upon Elaine's ice.
"I know there's still more pee in you," Elaine said softly. "And I'm
going to keep teasing you with this ice until I get out every last drop."
"Please, Elaine," Susie shivered. "My bladder's empty, it really is!"
"But you drank so much," Elaine said. "Surely it will refill again?"
"Yes, but-" Susie began. Elaine put her finger to the girl's lips and
shushed her.
"Keep drinking!" Gloria called out to the guests, even as her husband
used his free hand to raise one of the little water bottles to Melanie's
lips. The girl reluctantly glugged down the fluid, as Gloria kept the ice
at her tit to make it come back out between her legs.
"Yes, as you can feel, I have a very plush rug in this room," Elaine
called out to her guests. "You needn't worry about flooding my house,
this rug can absorb all you're able to put out."
Some time later Gloria asked her husband if he would like to enjoy a
frozen confection. He readily agreed, and to his surprise he was
presented with Melanie's nipples to suckle. Melanie was turned about to
face him, and as he supped he slipped a hand inside the front of her
panties to massage her crotch.
Susie whimpered with pain as Elaine tormented her with the ice. Gloria,
now bereft of Melanie, suggested to Elaine that the two of them each suck
one of Susie's teats.
"It's the least we can do, having made them so cold," Gloria told Elaine.
The hostess agreed, and together they bent near to Susie to share the
fruit of her bosoms. Susie practically fed her breasts into the women's
warm mouths, so desperate was she to be rid of the cold. The women's
hands played upon her lap, pushing as best they could against her pussy
through her wet gown and undies.
Other guests now left off peeing and began partaking of each other's
bodies. Men's penises sprang up through opened zippers, finally able to
breathe fresh air after so many hours of confinement. The last of the
women's bras fluttered away, baring breasts not a few of which were
subjected to the pangs of errant ice cubes.
The older man who had earlier spoken so eloquently of whipping rose and
walked over to where Melanie's glossy white rump writhed in steady humping
to the motions of the hand at her pussy. The man gave Melanie's bottom a
sound slap with his hand. Melanie did not even look up, but Gloria's
husband dropped his left hand from where it cupped her breast to place it
protectively over her rear.
Melanie lifted both her hands, which by now were on her paramour's penis,
and drew them back to his hand which covered her bottom. She lowered it,
baring the milky white flesh once more. The older man, surprised, sensed
his opportunity. He raised his palm once more and brought it down hard on
Melanie's bottom. Melanie jerked at the blow. Her hands had by now
returned to the penis of Gloria's husband, and her jerking in response to
the blow caused her to yank at the dick. Gloria's husband himself
wrenched at the added pleasure. He returned his rejected hand to cup
Melanie's breast once again, massaging the erect cone of flesh as he
suckled its tip.
Blow after blow fell upon Melanie's bottom, each one causing her pussy to
grate against the hand of Gloria's husband upon her pussy, while her own
hands gave an added jerk upon his rod. The excitement of smacking such a
fine bottom soon overcame the older man, however. He had barely made
Melanie's bottom a light shade of pink when he realized he was about to
come. He drew forth his stiff little dick with the intention of buggering
her. But as Melanie sensed the head of his cock delving between her
nether cheeks, following the path that Gloria's husband had earlier opened
with his finger, she yanked herself downward and threw herself across
Gloria's husband's lap.
"Guess she's not interested, sorry," Gloria's husband said to the older
man, and pushed him away.
"You bet I'm not," Melanie said to Gloria's husband. She felt the iron
rod of his dick pressing against the lowest portion of her stomach. She
looked up at him brightly. "What's your name, anyway?" Melanie asked
Gloria's husband.
"Jim," the man replied. "Did that spanking make your bottom hot?"
"A little," Melanie said with a pensive air.
"Perhaps some ice will cool it down," Jim suggested, picking up a nearby
cube.
"Nooo! Don't you dare!" Melanie cried, wriggling like a fish upon his
lap and, incidentally, his penis. But Jim would not be deterred. He
spread the cheeks of Melanie's bottom with his hand and then began tracing
the crevice between her nether curves with the cube.
"Oooh! You beast! I didn't take any hits THERE!" Melanie cried of her
crevice.
"Never can be too sure," Jim said. "But don't worry, I'll do the rest
when I'm done with your crack. Then I'll probably have to warm the whole
thing up again." Melanie was not the only one to know what Jim's last
statement implied. The older man, rubbing himself, ejaculated at Jim's
promise of an additional spanking.
Chapter Eight
One might wonder, not without cause, what a group of people does once
they have thoroughly wet their pants. As might be imagined, like the
drunk who cures a hangover with more liquor, Elaine's guests repaired to a
large sunken hot tub to soak their loins.
This was no ordinary tub. It was square, and lined with tiles. Even the
deck of the tub, which was really the room's floor, was inlaid with shiny
squares of ceramic. Plumes of steam rose from the rectangular expanse of
water. Along the walls rare tropical flowers bloomed, beckoning lovers
with their aromatic scents. Caged jungle birds, trapped in cooler
recesses created especially for them near the ceiling, chirped out age old
songs of love.
Melanie blushed as she lowered her bottom, now blushing red, into the
steaming water of the tub. The last thing her poor heinie needed was more
heat. Susie, however, still had a white bottom, a fact which had not gone
unnoticed by some of the men as they watched her hips sway on the way to
the tub.
Even in the tub the females still wore their heels, though they did slip
them off momentarily to wash out any lingering urine. Heels were also
temporarily removed for the purpose of taking off stockings, a chore which
the men relished assisting the women with, as it gave them a perfect view
of their pussies, most of which on this morning had yet to entertain a
penis.
The water in the tub flowed continuously when people were immersed in it.
In this way no water entered the tub twice, and any undesirable fluids
washed from the body were swept out the drain. In fact at one end water
sprinkled down like a shower, whilst at the other end of the tub water
slipped silently through a small grate and off to the sewer. If one sat
very still in the tub one could detect a slight current.
Elaine pinned up Susie's hair to keep it dry. Then she immersed the girl
to her shoulders, and even bathed her face with her hand. After this she
took off each of Susie's heels in turn and wiggled her fingers between the
girl's toes.
Jim and Melanie splashed by. "Keep her hair dry!" Elaine cried out to
Jim.
"Oh, you have plans for her?" Jim, surprised, said of Melanie.
"Of course," Elaine said. "I want you to make sure she gets clean. But
don't get her hair wet. And don't spank her any more, either!"
"C'mon, girl," Jim said to Melanie. "Playtime's over. Or maybe it's
really just beginning." Melanie let Jim take charge of her. Gloria
pinned up Melanie's hair, and then Jim washed Melanie's face with his
hands and even slipped off her heels and wriggled his fingers between her
toes.
At Elaine's beckoning Jim brought Melanie to the side of the tub and
helped her out. There both she and Susie were rubbed dry with towels.
"You needn't dry their feet," Elaine said. "They'll only get wet again."
"What have you got in mind?" Jim asked Elaine.
"These girls would look so cute together, don't you think?" Elaine asked.
Jim nodded. "I want them to share a tub of their very own!" She let
down the hair of each girl in turn. The girls shook out their locks and
admired themselves in a mirror.
"Come, girls, I want to see the two of you play together in your own
private tub," Elaine said. Not really knowing what else to do, the girls
took each other's hands. If nothing else, Susie could keep Melanie from
tripping on her heels.
Together, totally naked except for their earrings and heels, the girls
were led to Elaine's bedroom. It proved to be fit to quarter a slumbering
queen. Ruffled gold curtains hung from drapery poles made of ivory,
partially masking windowpanes through which an awakening L.A. could be
seen. A hint of morning frost still clung to the outside of the windows,
the residue of a chilly night. Outside in the city people were busily
conforming their appearances to the mandates of society. Here in Elaine's
bedroom clothes and inhibitions had long since been cast away. A little
shiver ran through Susie. Someday, after college, she might be valued for
her ability in accounting, or in chemistry, or medicine. Today, at 18,
she was most appreciated for the firmness of her breasts and the jutting
curve of her compact little bottom. For the snowy pallor of her skin, the
tapering columns of her legs, the sleek, full lines of her pouty lips. In
short, the pleasure her own body could provide to the bodies of others.
Susie spied the reservoir of water that Elaine no doubt had in mind for
her and Melanie's private bath. There, at the foot of the woman's
enormous bed, stood a round tub that looked like a very large wooden
barrel. Of course, half the "barrel" had been cut off and filled with
water. No doubt the other half of the barrel adorned some other wealthy
woman's bedroom.
In fact the barrel looked like it belonged outside. No doubt, wishing to
avoid the chilliness of the outside air, Elaine had had this tub installed
inside instead. Here it stood, its rough hewn upright wooden planks bound
together with strips of iron. Inside the hot water was already bubbling.
A light froth of bubbles coated patches of the water's surface.
"Step in, girls," Elaine said. "But don't get down in the tub. Remain
standing, or at most lean your pretty little bottoms against the side."
The girls obeyed. They stood erect in the tub holding hands, awaiting
Elaine's next wish. The percolating water came up to the tops of their
knees.
"Have either of you ever seen adults, real adults, make love?" Elaine
asked the girls. They both nodded no.
"What are you up to, Elaine?" Gloria asked. Like Elaine and Jim, she had
not been accorded the attention the girls had. She was still wet from the
sunken tub. Three men suddenly appeared behind Gloria, penises stiff and
eyes fixed on Susie's bottom. One held a wooden paddle. Elaine took the
man with the paddle and ordered the other two to return to the room with
the sunken tub and the jungle birds. She had Gloria close the door behind
them.
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