Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 40    Tuesday    July 4, 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 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, butÑ" 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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