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Naughty Naked Dreamgirls #49: Bubblegum Bondage
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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 49 Thursday July 13, 1995
alt.stories.erotic alt.sex.stories
D R E A M G I R L S S T O R I E S
Bubblegum Bondage
Part Seventeen
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Thirteen
"Welcome to your first nude mattress party," Bill said, and uncorked the
bottle. Immediately he turned the spray which shot out of it on Susie.
"Aak! Don't get my hair wet!" Susie cried, twisting her head away. Bill
sprayed her breasts, her face, her tummy, her pussy. When the fountain of
champagne had played out Susie's hair was still almost dry, but her face,
breasts, and torso were caked with bubbling foam. Susie licked her lips,
tasting the champagne. Bill walked over to Anna.
As lovely as Susie's blonde mane was, Anna's cascading brown curls,
falling over her shoulders and down to the small of her back, were even
more mesmerizing. Bill made to pour the contents of the champagne bottle
on Anna.
"Not my hair either, Bill...please," Anna pleaded. Bill, not one to view
dry hair on a wet girl unfavorably, complied by anointing Anna's breasts
instead. Slowly he tilted the bottle, until all of a sudden a stream of
champagne poured forth from the neck.
"Right on target!" Bill crowed, as the first drops of champagne to hit
Anna fell right onto her nearest areola. Bill watched with satisfaction
as the champagne flowed over the tip of Anna's teat, then on down the
gentle swell of her tummy to settle amidst the curls of her pubis. Having
done one breast, Bill proceeded to the second, which he anointed as well.
"Mmmm," Bev said, leaning forward and licking champagne from Susie's
neck. Then she left off tweaking the girl's nipples and rolled around in
front of her to begin the pleasantly arduous task of licking off every
cake of foam that still clung to Susie's body. Melanie, taking her cue
from Bev, slithered around in front of Anna to take the closest of her
areolas into her mouth. Never before had she tasted something as sweet
and delectable as a champagne coated areola. Melanie felt delightfully
wicked, not the least because Anna was so demure and sophisticated, so
much more mature than herself. Yet now here this woman was, being made to
respond with little gasps to the workings of Melanie's tongue.
"My, you've got quite a busy little tongue today, don't you?" Anna asked
between gasps. She lifted a hand and gently stroked Melanie's long locks
as the girl worked away.
Over the next several minutes Bev's tongue trailed lower and lower on
Susie's body. The girl watched the woman's progress with eyes clouded by
arousal. Little tremors shook Susie's frame now and then.
"OOOh!" Susie cried as Bev's tongue fell to competing with Martin's
finger at her pussy.
Martin grabbed Melanie by the hair. With a roughness inspired by his
growing lust, he forced Melanie's face down to lick at Anna's open pussy.
Susie caught Martin's movement out of the corner of her eye and,
strangely, wished someone would treat her roughly too.
For the next several minutes Susie and Anna shuddered with passion as the
tongues of Bev and Melanie, respectively, worked them between the legs.
Martin continued to provide additional excitement with the titillation of
his wicked fingers, letting them leave the girls' clittys now and then to
trail up and tug demandingly at their nipples. Bill sat back and watched
all, recovering from the near orgasm which Melanie had incited in his
loins. His pulse still pounding, he took swigs from the bottle of
champagne which he had wet Susie and Anna with.
"Well, let's try some butt fucking next," Bill suggested. His bottle of
champagne, now empty, he tossed aside.
"Sounds good to me," Martin said, and pulled Bev and Melanie back from
the pussies they were laving by yanking on their hair. Bev and Melanie
fell back easily, their forms soft and supple. Susie and Anna both let
out little ardent sighs, their legs still open, perhaps hoping for a
resumption of the licking.
Bill lifted his wife to her feet. Bev, regaining her composure, helped
Susie stand. Martin stood up Melanie. It seemed all six were standing in
a Garden of Eden. The silky grass beneath their feet, the mattress
awaiting their return, a blue pool sparkling in the sun a few feet away.
Dappled shadows from the trees that rustled over the mattresses played
across their skin. Susie looked up, looking for ripe apples.
"Now you and Melanie can see the benefit of having a pool nearby when
we're playing," Bev said softly to Susie. She put her finger to Susie's
chin and directed the girl's face toward hers. "Come, let's step into the
pool."
Susie made to kick off her high heels. "No, don't," Bev said. "We're
all wearing open-toed heels, so our feet will have no trouble drying when
we step out. This is the desert, you know. Just step into the shallow
end of the pool here with your heels on. And don't get your hair wet!
This is just a rinse off, so you'll be all nice and fresh for our next
event."
"What if I do get my hair wet?" Melanie asked. She had slipped from
Martin's grasp and now jumped into the pool with a splash that threw
shards of water over the lower half of her mane.
"If you get your hair wet, young lady, then I will exercise my hand over
your backside again," Bill warned.
"Oh." Melanie said. This seemed to settle the matter for her. She took
the extremities of her hair in her hands, which were wet, and began
flipping them about in the air in an effort to dispel their moisture.
Susie and Anna stepped into the pool more carefully.
Bev, taking command of the situation as she seemed eager to do, went to
the portable refrigerator by the mattresses and took forth a bowl of wet,
icy hand towels. She walked over to the girls where they stood by the
side of the pool, the water up to their waists. Bev ordered the girls to
bend over and splash water on their breasts to rinse them.
At first the girls simply rinsed their own breasts. Soon, however, they
were pouring handfuls of water over each other's breasts. Finally they
began rubbing each other's breasts with their hands. It was quite a
delightful sight, all three girls standing in a little circle, their hands
lovingly playing over each other's bosoms. At this point Bev intervened.
Bev lined all three girls up by the edge of the pool, the girls, of
course, still being allowed to stand in the cool water. Then Bev washed
each girl's face in turn with a separate hand towel. The towels, having
been in the refrigerator, were refreshingly cold.
Martin and Bill had been walking in and out of the house, carrying out TV
equipment. Bill dropped a makeup kit by Bev's side.
"Now I'm going to touch up your makeup, so you'll look your very best for
the cameras," Bev said.
"We're going to be on TV?" Susie asked.
"Yes, dear, getting your bottom plugged," Bev replied. She began working
on Susie's makeup. Anna and Melanie stood dutifully by, awaiting their
turn, watching as the taping equipment was set up by Martin and Bill.
Both men had raging hard ons.
When all three girls had been prepared with artful additions of rogue,
lipstick, and eyeliner they were taken each by the hand and assisted from
the pool. Martin and Bill, having finished setting up their equipment,
each took up a towel and dried off Anna and Melanie, respectively. Bev
towelled down Susie.
The girls' bodies were practically glowing when they were dry. Never had
better examples of femininity been beheld. Each girl was taken by the
hand and led back over to the mattresses, where now a VHS camera hooked to
a television awaited them. Each girl knelt upon the mattress. It was a
mattress upon which none of them had yet lain. The mattress of their
previous endeavors lay off to their right, available but ignored.
"Lie flat on your tummies," Martin said. He placed himself between Susie
and Anna once more. All three girls lay down on the mattress. The single
sheet which covered it felt cool against their skin.
"Spread your legs wide," Martin commanded. The girls opened their legs
into wide vees. "Mmmm, nice," Martin commented. Bev knelt beside him
with a dispenser filled with oil. Delicately she pressed down upon its
top. Oil squirted from the bottle's little faucet-like outlet. It ran
over Martin's index fingers.
Anna and Susie each felt a finger come to their bottoms. It snaked
between their bottom cheeks. Martin, sitting between them, grinned as he
worked his index fingers into the girls' anuses.
"Say goodbye to your anal virginity," Martin said to Anna.
"Nooo!" Anna cried, clenching her bottom cheeks. This was to be no mere
oiling of her bottom crack, as her husband had playfully done so many
times before. Martin was actually at her anus! "Bill!" Anna cried.
WHACK! A heavy leather belt struck Anna full across the back.
"Open up!" Bill ordered. "Martin is preparing you for my penis!"
Melanie, lying on her tummy but otherwise unattended to, looked up
fearfully as she heard the belt fall. She had hidden her face in her
palms, her elbows tucked under her breasts. Now she found that she was
not even the object of the men's attention. She made to rise.
"Stay down!" Martin ordered the frisky 16-year-old. "You're next." His
words seemed to have a finality that brooked no disobedience.
"Let me get a good shot of your bottom, dear," Bev, hands at the camera,
said to Melanie. "How tempting it is to see your lovely bottom, still
untouched, even as the girls beside you suffer their intrusions!" Martin
waited, his fingers just touching the anuses of Susie and Anna, as Bill
laid half a dozen strokes across Anna's back.
"Oh!" Anna cried. She dared not get up, lest the belt be turned to her
bottom instead. Each crack of its leather across her back caused her to
fling up her head. It hurt, but not nearly as much as it could if it were
put to her heinie.
"Now back to the girls' puckered little roses," Bev said, and redirected
her camera to Susie's anus. As the tawse fell for the final time across
Anna's back Martin forced his digit up Susie's rectum.
"Ooo!" Susie cried. The greasy finger slid up her, sending shivers down
her spine. She wriggled her body. She felt like a fish trapped against
the seabed by a spear.
"Unh!" Anna yelped as Martin suddenly forced himself up her, even as his
other finger delved deeper into Susie. Anna wiggled, hoping somehow to
dislodge Martin's finger. Another stroke of the belt fell across her
back. On the television that sat on the mattress near them her little
anus was displayed to her, with Martin's finger lewdly protruding from it.
Bill sat down in front of his wife, casting his belt aside. Her mouth,
and that of Susie, gaped wide as the anal denouement proceeded. Grunting,
Bill stuffed his cock into Anna's mouth. Then he turned his head and
watched her anus as it suffered Martin's finger on the TV screen.
"Keep the camera on my wife's bottom," Martin instructed Bev. "I don't
want to miss a minute of this!" He began working his hips back and forth,
sluicing his penis in and out of his wife's mouth.
"Don't spill!" Bev cautioned Bill.
"Mmm, I'll try not to," Bill said. "God, this is good!"
To Susie the whole affair did not seem so good. She had gotten her
makeup touched up and been rinsed and dried just so she could lie here
with a finger up her butt? And on TV, no less! She prayed Martin would
soon satisfy his desire to feel her intestines.
Bev locked down the camera on Anna's anus and walked over to Susie. She
sat down in front of the girl's face and pressed her pussy into her mouth.
"No, please ma'am!" Susie spluttered as the pussy was put to her. With
uncompromising hands Bev took Susie by the hair and pulled on the girl's
mane to draw her own hips up against Susie's mouth.
"Uhnh!" Bev cried as Susie's lips came to her labia. Bev tossed her head
back.
"Get that on film," Bill said to Melanie, allowing the girl to rise after
all. Eagerly the 16-year-old jumped up from the mattress and got behind
the camera. Bill had to tell her how to unlock it, even as he struggled
to keep from spilling his seed into his wife's petulant mouth.
Listening carefully, Melanie managed to free the camera. Then she swung
it over to where Bev was being gamahuched by Susie. With some difficulty,
still taking instructions from Bill, Melanie managed to focus on Bev's
face. She lingered there for a few minutes, then swung her camera over to
Bill.
"How do I focus this again?" Melanie asked.
"What? You want to focus it on me?" Bill said. "I want to show this to
some of my drinking buddies, I don't want me in it!" He made to get up,
but felt his wife's hands clasp about his testicles, even as her mouth
clamped down more tightly against his dick. He wasn't going anywhere,
unless he was willing to leave his genitals behind.
"Oh, I remember now, turn the lens like this," Melanie said. She leaned
over, past the camera, to look at the TV, her breasts dangling nakedly.
The TV picture was sharp and clear. Martin's stricken face looked out at
her.
"Great shot!" Melanie said. "I think I'll lock the camera down again."
"Melanie!" Bill roared, but the girl ignored him. The pressure in his
loins to ejaculate increased with every second.
"Honey, don't make me come with that damn camera right on my face!" Bill
begged. His wife paid no attention to his plea. She worked assiduously
now, no longer reluctant, even as Martin's finger pillaged her bottom.
Bill tried ducking his head, but could not get out of the camera's range.
His stomach, chest, and head were all in its view, his every twitch being
recorded onto tape.
"Honey, I'm going to come!" Bill warned. His buttocks squirmed.
"AUGHGH!" Suddenly his hips heaved forward, straining. Melanie gave a
whoop of glee as Bill's loins began ejaculating their precious load. The
16-year-old rushed over and grabbed Bill from behind by his massive
shoulders. She drove her knees into his back, keeping him down and making
sure he couldn't get away until he had released every drop of sperm.
Anna's hands worked Bill's balls. The camera recorded all.
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