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Naughty Naked Dreamgirls #52: 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. 52 Sunday July 16, 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 Twenty
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Fifteen
"What's that?" Bill asked, dropping his pants.
"It's a Malaccan cane," Kiri said. "Have you not seen one before?"
"No," Bill said. "And I'm not sure I want to."
"Perhaps I can demonstrate its use," Kiri said. "Anna, would you mind if
I switched up your bottom a bit?"
"Yes," Anna breathed through clenched teeth.
"Good," Kiri smiled. "That always makes a caning all the more
delicious." She stroked the length of the cane across Anna's naked
heinie. "So smooth, hardly a whisper of feeling, is there not?" Kiri
asked. Anna said nothing.
WHACK! came the cane against Anna's bottom. The young woman screamed.
"Speak to me when I address you!" Kiri shouted.
"Yes!" Anna cried. An angry red line appeared across her derriere. Did
Kiri always whip this hard? Susie asked herself. Or did the sophisticated
Anna require a more substantial whipping?
Kiri lowered her head and extended her tongue. She drew the tip of it
across the hot red line that had formed on Anna's bottom. Anna shuddered.
As Kiri's tongue travelled the entire width of Anna's bottom she rested a
knee on the table top to be able to lick all the way across.
Bev picked up a tube of salve and began squirting it onto Bill's dick.
Jed and Martin crowded in, each waiting to be anointed in turn. Suddenly
Bill's body seized up as Bev spread the ointment over his rod.
"Yes, it's not like your ordinary lotion, is it?" Bev asked, spreading
the salve with just two of her fingers. "This stuff burns, though it's
harmless enough. Won't it feel just awesome inside Anna's rectum?"
"You're evil," Bill said. Jed and Martin stepped back.
"Anna's bottom will burn every time she takes a shit for the next couple
of days, each turd reminding her of what other long things her derriere
has entertained," Bev said. She released Bill's rod and blew on her two
fingers that had applied the ointment. "Mmm, hot!" Bev commented.
"Please!" Anna said, twisting her head to look at Kiri. "What is Bev
talking about back there?"
"Whatever it is I'm sure you'll know about it soon enough," Kiri said.
"I'm going to tie off your legs now, please spread them for me."
"I-I don't want to," Anna said. "Not with what I'm hearing back there."
Kiri picked up her cane.
"I can make this as painful for you as you like, darling," Kiri said.
Reluctantly Anna spread her legs.
"Men, why suddenly so shy?" Bev asked Jed and Martin plaintively.
"You know why," Jed said.
"That damn ointment of yours," Martin said. Suddenly both men wished
their pricks didn't stick out so lewdly...so invitingly.
"Tut, tut, come to mommie, you bad little boys," Bev said, extending her
fingers coated with ointment. "Surely you aren't that sensitive?"
"We're pansies," Jed said, even as Bev caught his rod. "Major, big time,
bona fide..." he watched as Bev squirted the ominous lotion down the
length of his rod. "Hmm, not so bad..." Two more long trails of lotion
were applied along the shaft of his penis. Bev began rubbing it in. "Not
too bad...Yeowch!" Jed tensed.
"Ouch, ooch, ooch," Jed said as Bev continued her wicked work. He tried
to show as little reaction as possible, but the pain was evident. Martin
stood beside him, watching, waiting, wondering if he would feel as much
pain in his penis as the other two men.
"Hmm, nice job, if I do say so myself," Kiri commented when she had tied
Anna's legs. The young woman's long, tapering columns of tanned flesh
stretched upward to meet at the tiny aperture that awaited the impending
pillage. Occasionally Anna clenched her taut, firm bottomcheeks, as if to
give warning that any man entering her tight nether channel might get his
rod crushed. Beyond Martin felt the first sting of Bev's lotion, his
howls exceeding those of his peers. Anna bit her upper lip. Her face
looked very tense.
"There, there, you'll probably tell this story to your daughter on her
wedding night," Kiri said to Anna, stroking her hair.
"Why didn't my mother tell this to me on my wedding night?" Anna asked in
a tremulous voice.
"Perhaps she had a boring marriage," Kiri said. "But don't you worry,
Bev and I will see to it that you have a very exciting one!" Anna let out
a little cry of dismay.
Bill strode up to Anna with bold steps, a determined look in his eyes.
Finally he was to have his recalcitrant wife's bottom. Anna squirmed.
She looked back over her shoulder. Her eyes lit upon his cock, gleaming
with the oil that even now sent a burning shiver down Bill's spine every
half second. It would feel even worse against the sensitive tissues that
lined Anna's rectum. Tonight the girl would pay for all the pain she had
endeavored to avoid, with interest.
Anna's hips weaved to and fro, trying to avoid her husband's hands. With
little difficulty Bill seized the hips of the bound girl. Kiri floated up
beside Anna's bottom with a bottle of ointment in her hands.
"Don't worry, this is just conventional stuff," Kiri assured Bill. She
won't feel any pain except from your penis. With fluttering eyelids Kiri
squeezed several drops from the bottle, letting them fall freely to land
upon Anna's anus. Anna felt the drops ooze slowly within her puckered
rose. This was to be a "dry fuck." No finger would be allowed up Anna's
bottom to steal the sensation of having her bottom invaded by Bill's
penis. The very first sensation she would feel up her ass tonight would
be a cock.
"OOOOH!" Anna expelled her breath loudly as the head of Bill's penis came
to rest against her rose.
"I haven't even entered you yet!" Bill said.
"I'm, uh, practicing," Anna said.
"Perhaps I should just let my dick sit here until Bev's oil makes itself
felt against her anus," Bill announced to no one in particular, referring
to his wife in the third person. Anna tensed herself. She knew it
wouldn't be long before her tender anus was "branded" by Bev's oil.
"OOOOOH!" Anna cried.
"That one was real," Bill said with a grin.
"Take it away! It burns!" Anna pleaded, tears burgeoning in her eyes.
"That's just the first taste, darling," Kiri said, brushing her hand
against Anna's shoulder. It felt soft and warm. Anna wrenched her
shoulder away, but Kiri's hand followed it and alighted again upon it.
"You bitch!" Anna screamed, looking at her own reflection in the table
but intending her words for Kiri. Bill began to invade her and the
burning sensation in her bottom increased dramatically. "Bitches!" Anna
cried, for there were in fact two women culpable for her pain.
"You'll be punished for that," Kiri said simply, and kept stroking Anna's
hair. Bev knelt beside Anna's legs and extended a feather up between them
until its tip just grazed Anna's clit.
"You're monsters," Anna breathed, trembling at the first touch of the
feather.
Susie and Melanie watched with horrified eyes as each of the men
debauched Anna's anus in turn. No matter how much the young woman tried
to accommodate the pricks up her ass, Bev's wicked lotion made the ordeal
one of terrifying pain. Of course, Bev and Kiri knew that Anna would have
been entirely unforthcoming with her chocolate channel had it not been for
the ointment. Now, instead of attempting to tighten herself against the
men's entry, Anna tried to widen herself as much as possible, in a futile
attempt to make herself so wide that the men would insert themselves into
an airy vacuum. Of course, the spasms of pain that coursed through Anna's
frail frame assured that the men's dicks were violently squeezed every
second or so, despite Anna's every attempt to keep herself as open as
possible. In addition, Bev's feather induced orgasm after orgasm in Anna,
timed as much as possible to the men's spilling, each of which caused the
men's dicks to be squished even more.
As the ordeal began to wind down with the impalement by the third man for
a second time, Kiri stepped in front of Anna and began slapping the girl's
face. Lightly at first, then with more severity. Anna's facial cheeks
turned red under the assault. Her tears flowed even more freely than they
had before. Finally as the third man climaxed, Anna herself coming yet
again, Kiri left off her slapping.
"Ooooo," Anna moaned, her voice trailing off. The man pulled his rapidly
limpening penis from her. He held his dick aloft over her bottom cheeks
and squeezed out several more drops of sperm with his hands. The milky
fluid ran over the regal cheeks of Anna's bottom, sloping down into the
crevice between, trickling down to bead in the hairs of her labia.
Anna was little more than a quivering mass of flesh by now. Her hair was
dishevelled, her makeup smeared. Semen dribbled from her open anus. Yet,
even in her tarnished condition, Anna still appeared bewitchingly
beautiful.
"God, I wish I could fuck her again," Bill remarked, stretched out on the
floor with a shrivelled cock.
"Six times up the butt is more than enough, I assure you, even for an
experienced girl. And your wife wasn't experienced," Kiri said. She
curled up beside Bill's hips and ran her delicate fingers across his
waist.
"Will she be O.K.?" Bill asked.
"My, even you must be new to this," Kiri said. "Of course she'll be
okay. She's a grown woman, fully formed and ready for whatever male lust
may befall her. Anyway, you men came so quickly it was more like one long
butt fuck instead of six."
"Your oil didn't help any," Bill said ruefully.
"Bev and I knew that without something to make you men spend fast you
would get carried away and fuck Anna long and hard, six full times, which
would have definitely been too much for an innocent young anal virgin like
her," Kiri said. "So you see we actually helped your wife, painful as the
lotion may have been for all concerned."
"You hear that?" Bev, still at Anna's side but now absently tickling the
girl's dangling nipples with her feather, said. "You should thank me for
my oil, nasty as it was." Bev presented the back of her hand to Anna's
lips. Anna drooled saliva on it. Bev, her other hand still holding the
feather, tickled Anna's vulnerable teats with yet another feathery stroke.
Anna shuddered.
"Thankyou," Anna murmured, and kissed the back of Bev's hand.
"What about you?" Bill asked Kiri. "Look at yourself, still robed in
your kimono. And Bev, still all dressed up herself. I'm beginning to
feel like I just starred in a sex show for your own private
entertainment."
"Poor little boy," Kiri said, leaning forward and kissing Bill's dick.
She drew back her lips. "Ooch! I'd forgotten you still have Bev's oil
all over your prong."
"Yeah, I want to get this stuff washed off!" Bill said, sitting up.
"No, you just stay right there and suffer," Kiri said, touching the tip
of her finger to Bill's penis. "Bev and I have a little treat in store
for you."
"Can't it wait?" Martin asked, sitting up himself.
"I hardly think so, we might change our minds," Kiri smiled. She undid
her sash and a moment later her kimono fell away, revealing her nude body.
She stood and walked over to Bev.
"Please get my zipper," Bev said, reaching behind her. Kiri obliged, and
a moment later Bev's dress slipped to her ankles. Kiri then popped open
Bev's bra from behind and the woman's full breasts bounded out, ready for
action, still firm and uplifted despite Bev's age. Bev turned on her
heels and came face to face with Kiri. They smiled at each other and
bumped nipples. Each gave her torso a quiver and their nipples set to
tickling the buds of the other.
Bev and Kiri sank to their knees. Kiri picked up Bev's lotion, which had
been resting on the table.
"Bend over," Kiri said with a wicked smile. Bev complied. Kiri crawled
beside Bev, who now was in a doggie position on all fours. Kiri slipped
her finger in the waistband of Bev's panties where they covered her rear.
Sliding her finger down into the groove of Bev's ass, Kiri gently drew
Bev's panties down over her bottom until the lovely hemispheres were fully
exposed. Kiri then let go, leaving Bev's panties bunched around the tops
of her thighs. "It's only fair you should get a little of this wicked
stuff up your bottom," Kiri said.
"Of course," Bev breathed. "And you too."
"If you insist," Kiri said, and squirted the lotion onto the full length
of her finger. "Ooch, it burns," Kiri breathed. Then she lifted her
finger and touched it to Bev's anus.
"Mmm...ouch!" Bev said squeamishly. Slowly Kiri's finger began to
penetrate her butt hole. "OHHHH!" Bev cried, trying to restrain her
visible emotions. She bucked and then leaned forward, pressing her
breasts almost to the floor.
"All the way up," Kiri said solemnly. "It must go all the way."
"Yesss," Bev hissed. One of her hands reached back and felt the tube
which Kiri still held.
"Not yet," Kiri admonished, but Bev's hand closed about hers. A moment
later and Bev had managed to withdraw the tube from Kiri's grasp. Kiri,
despite her earlier protestation, had given in to Bev's desire. Was this
all staged, Susie wondered?
With trembling hands Bev squirted the ointment onto a finger of her own.
Then, with her digit glossy and dripping, Bev lifted her hand and
unceremoniously punctured Kiri's bottom.
"Ooch! No manners!" Kiri cried. "Go easy on me!" Bev began working her
finger in and out of Kiri's bottom, even as Kiri did the same to her.
"God that looks good!" Martin said, and stood up. "How would you like
some of that stuff on your nipples, girls?" Martin asked.
"No! No!" Bev and Kiri cried in unison, but that only drew Martin to
their side all the faster. He fought briefly with Bev for control of the
tube. He lifted it to his hand even as Bev pled for its return. He
squirted some on his finger.
Martin bent down beside Bev. He began working his digit upon Bev's
nearest nipple. "Any sec now," Martin breathed.
"Please, Martin! Don't be a naughty boy! Give us back the tube!" Kiri
pleaded.
"You just keep finger fucking your friend," Martin said. "And you too,"
he said to Bev, who was now doing precious little to Kiri's ass. A
thought flitted through Martin's mind that the girls seemed far more
resistant to the burning of the ointment now that he was involved. In
fact, his own finger wasn't burning at all.
"Hey!" Martin suddenly cried. "This is normal ointment! This stuff
doesn't burn at all! These girls are faking this whole thing!"
"No! No! No!" Bev and Kiri cried. Martin seized Bev by the nipples,
preventing her from rising. Kiri, not suffering under a similar
restraint, pulled her finger from her girlfriend's ass and tried to run.
Bill and Jed grabbed her.
"Oh yes, you girls certainly were suffering, reaming each other's asses,"
Bill cried. Jed laughed as his wife struggled to break free.
Martin made Bev stand up, holding her by her nipples all the while. "You
will get some of that burning stuff up your ass, and we may even fuck you
both six times...long fucks!" Martin shouted gleefully.
"No! No! Martin! Please!" Bev cried, but Martin hauled her off to the
next room. Bill and Jed did likewise with Kiri.
"Anna, are you all right?" Susie asked in a tremulous voice. The young
woman still stood bound over the trestle.
"Y-yes," Anna whimpered. "I guess so. God! I've never been so
thoroughly fucked in my whole fucking life!" Melanie giggled. "P-please
untie me?" Anna asked.
"Of course!" Susie said, and in a flash she and Melanie were working
diligently to undo Anna's bonds.
When Anna finally broke free from the trestle her body slowly oozed down
onto the table. She curled up in a fetal position, her limbs not entirely
pulled together but lying in a somewhat disheveled manner. "Please, get
me out of this awful place." Anna mewed. "I don't ever want to come back
here again. How dare those men fuck my bottom!"
"We got our bottoms fucked by dildos," Melanie said. "BIG dildos!"
"Shush, Anna doesn't need to hear about our problems," Susie said.
"She's got enough of her own. And those were anal dildos, dear, not
nearly as gigantic as you think."
"Tell that to my poor bottom!" Melanie said.
D R E A M G I R L S N E W S
HUGH GRANT'S NEW "BEST PAIR"
Two Balls Instead of Two Boobs
by holy joe
I'm sure you've read about Hugh Grant's arrest. He solicits a male
prostitute (in Los Angeles, that city of eternal piety) and gives "her" a
blow-job. (He being a She, you see.) The police interrupt this activity,
taking place in the privacy of Hugh's car, and arrest him. Your tax
dollars at work (again).
Let us examine this from the "standard perspective." Reasons for the
State intervening in Hugh's tryst:
1. A CHILD IS BEING ABUSED ! ! ! Nope. No child here.
2. A Woman is Being Abused ! ! Nope. No woman here.
3. A goddam, mother-fucking (not), crossdressing, transvestite
homosexual FAGGOT is being abused ! Yes. Except the "abuse" is so
awesome that the faggot in question is experiencing a massive orgasm. And
consider this: The "standard perspective" believes that fags deserve to
die horrible deaths from AIDS. Why is it that a fag cannot be "abused" by
Hugh Grant, but "deserves" to die of AIDS? So much for that reason...
4. We Cannot Have Men Walking Around Dressed as Women! Again the
State's argument for intervening is less than compelling. More than half
the world's population is women. They tend to walk around dressed
as...women. If a few men are intermixed in this group, how does this
present a case so compelling that the State must intervene?
5. A Woman is Giving A Man A Blow Job! (or vice versa) Again, why does
this require State intervention? Has nobody ever gotten a blow-job?
6. A Man Paid a Woman for Sex ! ! ! Ever try getting married without
buying the girl a ring? Or flowers? Or taking her out on a date that YOU
PAID FOR? And what about L.A.'s famous "casting couch?"
7. There Were No Shootings, No Burglaries, No Rapes, And No Murders, so
we had nothing better to do. Oh, here's the answer! Los Angeles was
entirely free of crime that night, so the police had to peek into the
privacy of someone's car to find a "crime."
I sleep better at night knowing that Hugh Grant is...uh...currently a
free man and pursuing whatever pleasures he wishes. Don't you?
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