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Naughty Naked Dreamgirls #51: Bubblegum Bondage
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. 51 Saturday July 15, 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 Nineteen
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Fourteen
"And bring some ropes, too, these girls are being difficult!" Martin
called.
"Will pantyhose do?" Bev asked a moment later, reappearing with some of
Anna's hose.
"Oh, not my fishnet stockings!" Anna cried.
"I'll buy you more," Bill said.
"But they're from France!" Anna cried.
"No they're not, I just told you that," Bill said.
"Oh!" Anna said, then eyed him through slit lids. "Bill Robertson, you
told me all that underwear you bought for me on my wedding night was from
France! And Italy!"
"So I lied?" Bill said casually. "It's definitely too late now."
"Bill Robertson!" Anna cried, and slapped her husband across the face.
He laughed jovially.
"Now open wide and take your castor oil," Bill said, receiving the bottle
from Bev. Martin set about tying up Susie and Melanie, who squirmed in an
attempt to get away. Like all girls, though, they fought with only half
their strength.
Anna stood dutifully before her husband, her lips open to receive the
castor oil. He poured a spoonful of the medicine into her mouth. Anna
made a face and swallowed the evil liquid.
"One more," Bill said, pouring another spoonful.
"Won't one do the job?" Anna asked.
"I want to see you make that face again," Bill said.
"Yes, that was amusing," Bev said, gently taking Anna's wrists in her
hands. She pulled the girl's hands back behind her.
"Ylick!" Anna gurgled as the second spoonful was poured in and swallowed.
Bev let go of Anna's wrists and Anna wiped her forearm across her lips.
"Feel anything yet?" Bill asked.
"Um, my tummy feels warm," Anna said.
"Good, straddle the girls," Bill said. "It'll only take a minute."
Dutifully Anna walked to where Susie and Melanie lay bound and straddled
her new friends. All still wore their high heels, a strange sight in such
decadent surroundings. Bev walked up to Anna and put her left hand on the
girl's shoulder, her right between her legs. Anna suppressed a giggle.
A breeze caressed Anna as she waited for her bowels to release
themselves. She brushed back her hair. Her lips were open, her
appearance sensuous. Beyond the wall which separated her little back yard
from the desert the sun glowed red as it settled onto the horizon.
SPLURCH! Suddenly both diarrhoea and pee came out in a golden chocolaty
rush. The offensive fluid spilled freely upon Susie's and Melanie's
breasts, errant drops flying as far as their tummies and faces. Susie and
Melanie let out squeals of dismay.
Martin, having sucked down an entire bottle of wine, felt the need to pee
again. As the last of Anna's awful tribute gushed forth, he walked up and
offered his own. With a wicked chortle he hosed down the girls, even
spraying Anna, who stepped back in alarm.
"Naughty! Naughty! You already had your turn!" Anna suddenly cried,
taking up position at Martin's rump and slapping it with her hand. Martin
laughed.
When Martin's bladder had emptied Bev suggested that they all wash off in
the pool.
"No way," Bill said. "It would take the rest of the day for our pool to
cleanse itself from all this shit. We'll go inside and take a shower."
Together they all trooped inside, feeling strange as they passed into the
cool of the air conditioned home. They padded upon rolls of white paper.
The stuff had secretly been lain down by Bill and Martin while the girls
were in the pool. Susie looked down at her heels as they left soiled
footprints upon it. Like the others, she dripped pee and shit upon it as
she walked. Through the living room they walked, and down the hall. They
passed other rooms and the kitchen. They walked through the master
bedroom to the bathroom which adjoined it. Susie wondered whether, after
her shower, she would get any farther than the waterbed in the master
bedroom.
"Step in, girls!" Bill commanded. It was a large bathtub, empty, with a
shower nozzle at one end. Susie thought perhaps Bill and Anna had bought
this size tub for just such an occasion. Nonetheless, even with the
largeness of the tub, they all just barely fit in. Susie wondered how
they would all fit under the water.
The shower was turned on, and Bev was lucky enough to be standing beneath
it. Water was splashed about, though there was precious little for all
six of them! Their bodies were still semi-wet from the peeing, however,
and a bar of soap was passed around and Bill told them to lather up. He
began soaping his own chest, while Susie and Melanie started with their
tummies and worked up to their breasts. Soon, however, the men's hands
were at the girls' pussies, whilst the girls took pleasure in lathering up
the men's stiffening dicks. It would be a long shower, and, Susie
suspected, a long night.
Chapter Fifteen
Anna's hair was perfectly coiffed. Her makeup was impeccable. There was
a chilly air about her, as if any man who touched her would be frozen to
ice. Yet Susie knew that this was the night that Anna was to lose her
anal virginity.
Susie and Melanie sat next to each other, each munching sushi at a
Japanese restaurant. The proprietors were a young husband and wife, one
American, named Jed, the other originally from Japan, named Kiri. The
female was dressed in a kimono with, apparently, nothing on underneath.
At least there was an awful lot of her that jiggled and wiggled whenever
she moved.
Susie and Melanie felt a little self conscious and off balance. For one
thing, Anna and Kiri rivalled them inch for inch and feature for feature
in beauty. Each was unused to such stiff competition. Secondly, neither
girl had ever eaten in a Japanese restaurant before. Nearly every
spoonful of food brought a look of sick agony to Melanie's face, only
Martin and Bill's warning that they would each spank her if she misbehaved
kept Melanie from making juvenile remarks. Susie managed a bit better
with the food, though her tummy did feel a bit queasy at times. The
decorum of the meal was wonderful, however. Each one of them knelt
politely on the floor, delicately consuming little tidbits of food.
Anna seemed not at all put out by the food. She put each little morsel
to her lips with perfect poise. Daintily she chewed each bite. When she
slurped up noodles, it was with pursed lips that promised to suck
gracefully upon more substantial fare as well.
The Japanese restaurant had formally closed an hour earlier. This was a
private party. Anna wore a purple top and matching skirt. The top had a
sleek, gathered bustline, underneath which her obviously bra-less breasts
jiggled with each trip of her chopsticks to her mouth. When Anna brought
her cup of green tea to her lips the show was no less exciting. Anna's
figure was further accentuated by the fact that her top left her shoulders
bare. Long, sexy sleeves stretched down to her wrists. The sleeves,
however, were only attached to her top underneath the pits of her arms.
Susie wondered if Anna wore panties.
Susie wore a conservative, oversized, double-breasted cardigan with a
shawl collar. Underneath she wore a knee-length skirt. Like Anna, her
feet sported perilously high heels. Melanie, as might be expected, was
the least formal of the females in attire. She wore a T-shirt. In
addition, however, she wore a denim bolero, the two halves of which were
tenuously connected in front by a leather cord. The cord was tied in a
sensuous bow, and Susie knew the men hoped for an opportunity to untie it.
Melanie's legs were fitted with jeans, her feet with spiked heels.
Bev wore a formal gown with a scalloped neckline and a pearl choker,
while the men, including Jed, each had on a formal coat and tie.
"So you got bored with your law practice and decided to open up a
Japanese restaurant, eh?" Bev asked Jed.
"Yeah, believe it or not, the money is better in this," Jed said. "We
get a lot of tourists, and they don't seem to mind our high prices.
Especially the ones from mainland Japan, who seem to get a kick out of
eating Japanese food in America. There's nothing like owning your own
business."
"And, of course, having a restaurant makes it easy and fun to entertain
friends," Kiri said. There was a slyness in her smile. Susie nudged
Melanie.
"Well," Bill said, wiping his mouth. He was finished with his meal. "I
understand you have a special treat for Anna."
"Yes," Kiri said, with a glance at her husband. She made to rise.
"Perhaps the rest of you would like to come as well?"
"Oh, we intend to," Martin said. "Many times."
"My, such optimism," Kiri remarked.
Anna was lifted from where she knelt on the floor with Kiri taking one of
her hands and Bev the other. Kiri's kimono whispered as she ushered her
guest from the room. The group followed Kiri through a curtain of beads
that jingled as they passed. In the very next room sat an old-fashioned
free standing bathtub. It was ivory white, with four carved legs holding
it six inches off the floor. Billowing suds sparkled within it.
"Please undress and enjoy a bath, courtesy of our restaurant," Kiri said
to Anna. The brunette bowed her head and her husband stepped up behind
her and unzipped her. Anna's sexy dress fell to her ankles. Gracefully
she stepped out of it. She wore no underwear.
"May I take off my heels?" Anna asked, putting a hand on the side of the
tub and kicking a heel up behind her to flip off her shoe.
"No dear," Kiri said, as if denying a child a cookie. "They are brand
new, aren't they?"
"Um, yes," Anna said.
"And there was even a carpet waiting for you when you stepped out of your
car?" Kiri asked.
"Yes," Anna said, and stepped into the tub with her heels on. A look of
surprise came over her face. "There isn't any water in this tub!"
"It's a bubble bath, in the truest sense," Kiri smiled. "Sit down and
enjoy the bubbles." A separate bath, in another room, had been filled by
Kiri's servants with water and bubbles. Then the bubbles had been scooped
in great masses from that tub and brought to this one.
With a look that could have been seen on someone deliberately sinking
themself in quicksand, Anna lowered herself into the bubbles. When she
was seated in them her body was hidden up to the middle of her torso.
Anna scooped up a handful of bubbles and smoothed them over her right
shoulder. Then she leaned forward and touched her hands to her toes,
partly sinking her bosoms in the bubbles. When she sat up straight again
bubbles clung to her nipples.
Jed had produced a camera and begun filming Anna. "Mmmm, the last night
of her anal virginity," Jed remarked. "I remember the first time I took
my wife that way."
"Tight?" Bill asked.
"Very," Jed said. "But worth every inch of the effort."
"Please eat some cheese," Kiri urged Anna. A selection of cheeses was
displayed on the far side of the tub. Anna wiped one of her bubble
covered hands on a small towel draped over the side of the tub. Then she
picked up a wedge of cheese and put it to her lips and nibbled.
"Mmm," Anna gushed. She chewed with consummate grace. Susie felt a
twinge of envy.
Soft, classical music wafted into the room. Bill stepped back into a
doorway and returned a moment later with a bouquet of roses. Anna put the
flowers to her nose and breathed in their scent.
"Come," Kiri said at last, extending her hand. Anna took the woman's
proffered palm and rose. She stepped out of the tub. No effort was made
to towel off the bubbles that cleaved to her skin.
Anna was led back out to the room where they had taken their meal. The
dishes had been cleared away. Atop the low topped table where they had
eaten was a trestle. Its legs were held in place with a vise, affixed to
the table, in front and back of each leg of the trestle. Kiri held Anna's
hand and she was made to step up onto the table. Its surface, bereft of
any table cloth, was slick. Bev grasped Anna's other hand to make sure
the girl didn't fall.
Kiri grasped Anna by the hair, which fell in lovely bunches of curls over
her shoulders to the height of her breasts. Kiri pulled down, dragging
Anna's head down with her hair. A moment later and Anna was poised over
the trestle with her head down and her bottom rearing high in the air.
Her tummy came to rest on a cushion which had been bound atop the
trestle's cross bar.
Anna's hands, perhaps not unwisely, still perched atop the cross bar of
the trestle. "Drop your hands," Kiri commanded. Anna obeyed, touching
her fingers to the table that now lay just inches from her face. Bev and
Kiri each took one of Anna's wrists betwixt their palms and tied it off to
a leg of the trestle.
"Susie and Melanie, do you have new heels too?" Kiri asked the girls.
"Yes, ma'am," Melanie said.
"Then come, I wish for you to play in my other bath," Kiri said. "The
one with water." She took Melanie and Susie by the hands.
"But we want to see what happens to Anna!" Melanie protested.
"This will be a very private moment for her," Kiri said.
"Please, let them stay," Anna said. She flexed her hands open, then
closed. She pulled at her bonds, testing their strength. She looked like
a filly waiting to be branded.
Melanie pulled her hand from Kiri's and gave the woman a saucy look.
Bev's face showed disapproval, but she said nothing.
"Men, I don't think Anna can receive your tribute like that," Kiri said,
turning her attention to Bill and his friends, who were all still zippered
up. With a smile each of them undid himself.
"Please remove your pants completely," Kiri said. "Not only do Bev and I
appreciate the sight of male buttocks tensing as a girl is spermed, but it
will make the application of the rod at necessary moments all the more
delightful." She picked up a long sliver of bamboo that was fitted into a
handle.
"What's that?" Bill asked, dropping his pants.
"It's a Malaccan cane," Kiri said. "Have you not seen one before?"
D R E A M G I R L S N E W S
HOT OFF THE PRESS
by holy joe
Penthouse Comix #8, $4.95. (Subscriptions (12 months): U.S.: $32.
Canada: $55.64. Foreign: $52. Penthouse Comix, P.O. Box 420501, Palm
Coast, FL 32142-9319.
Review: Perhaps you've bumped into Cherry, a comic book put out by Rip
Off Press. It always had great "tease" covers, but failed to deliver.
Well, Penthouse Comix (PC) delivers. I had no interest in buying this
anthology of comics stories, but when a preview of Bethlehem Steele showed
up in the July Penthouse, I couldn't resist! Many of the same Bethlehem
Steele drawings which appeared in the July Penthouse are in this issue of
PC. In Penthouse, the drawings were rich and colorful. In PC, they look
weak and washed out. Now, I'm being very harsh when I say this. They are
still very high quality drawings, but I feel some of them are not as
"bright" as they were, appearance-wise, in Penthouse. For my money,
though, Bethlehem Steele is the only reason to buy PC. Some of the other
stories look pretty good, but life is short and I'm not a comics collector
anymore. I use the word "look" purposely; I've no time to read this
stuff, but here's a "blow by blow" preview if you're interested.
The cover: A great "underage" cover (though Penthouse would deny it).
Note the handicam in the lower right-hand corner. Tapes, anyone? Perhaps
this cover is timed to complement the upcoming movie, "Free Lolita!" Or
the release (finally) of the 1978 Brooke Shields film "Pretty Baby" on
VHS.
Bethlehem Steele: An excellent ripoff of the Ann Rice trilogy, Sleeping
Beauty. Some of these pictures are a little too "rough" for my taste (as
in "rough sex"), but art always has to exaggerate in order to compete with
real life.
An ad for The Black Hornet: WHOA! Feminist alert! O.J. and Kato Kaelin
live forever as...superheroes! Lance Ito and Marsha Clarke are the bad
guys. You know "the system" has become totally corrupt when it comes to
this. Bye, bye, yuppies. "The center cannot hold," as Yeats said. (O.J.
will appear in PC.)
Doctor Dare Space 1939: Looks like a combination of the title "Space
1999" with the concept of World War 2. Here Hitler lives forever, though
presumably as a villain. Prince Valiant artwork featuring naked ladies.
Backlash: Batman the Dark Knight-type artwork. (i.e. Surrealistic
paintings.) Backlash is too dark and too muddled. It looks like the
artist is trying to "get by" with as little detail as possible. Learn to
sweat, dude. The one or two pictures you actually put some effort into
look fine. The rest is crap.
The cover in full: It looks WORSE in full. Too bad.
Scion: Standard comic-book art, with terribly drawn women. Unless, that
is, you like "hardbodied" women. (I don't.)
Suydam Super Special!!!: Drawings in pencil. Buy the guy an ink pen and
hire a colorist for him. Or, better yet, don't. "The Astounding Art of
Arthur Suydam (pg. 51)" is actually rather lower in quality than some of
the other stories. My guess is he's an art student that they're trying to
squeeze in. Spare me. (Again, I'm being harsh. "Rawhide Rita" and
"Mostress W" are fine.)
Young Captain Adventure: Charlton Comics artwork. (i.e Very low
quality.) This story is not worth the paper it's printed on.
Libby in the Lost World: A very well drawn actual comics story. (i.e.
Not primarily produced for the purpose of masturbating.) Unfortunately,
this month's episode features 1940's-era women in the nude. They look
absolutely awful, which of course is absolutely in keeping with that
genre.
Arthur Suydam's Mudwog II: Very interesting graphics. Maybe this guy
has potential, after all. (He uses a pen and colors here.)
Generation Sex: Winona Ryder stars in this one. (Appearance-wise.)
Total garbage, unless you're a "Friends" fan. As Benny Hill once said,
"Put more men on the job!" Or, rather, in this case, women...having sex.
Less talk. More sex.
Bottom Line "Real Dirt" analysis: Penthouse Comix is Bob Guccione's
flagship title. This is not as great as it sounds. Comics are tried-out
here, and if they're a success, they're spun off into their own title.
Anything left is just unsaleable crap. So by subscribing to Penthouse
Comix you are basically buying an advertisement. Expect the good stuff to
be available in a separate title for an additional fee. (This is not the
case yet (in my opinion), since Bethlehem Steele (my favorite) is featured
in PC on a regular basis. However, keep an eye out for this trend.
Guccione looks to be developing an entire comics company, with many
titles. Eventually an anthology like PC could be worth very little,
bought only by insane collectors who have to get "everything" while
everything in real life passes them by.
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