Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 46    Monday    July 10, 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 Fourteen
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Eleven

         The girls were dressed casually that afternoon, even 
provocatively.  Susie had on a little mini skirt, with zippered slits on 
each side, which she had conveniently failed to zip down very far.  
Above she wore a halter top with no bra, while spaghetti strap heels 
accentuated her miles of legs.  Melanie, perhaps opting for low budget 
attire after losing her expensive bikini bra, had on cut off jeans that 
had to struggle to cover the cheeks of her bottom.  Along the sides of 
her thighs the jeans were slit nearly to her waist.  Panties had also 
been cut from Melanie's wardrobe, and as she walked the loose fabric of 
her pants occasionally let slip a flash of her pubis at the juncture of 
her thighs.  Above a peasant frock bared her shoulders and tummy, 
covering only her wiggly bra-less breasts.  Spiked heels lofted her 
bottom high, where it rolled in time to her steps.
         The girls' heels clicked up the driveway of the home of Martin and 
Beverly's friends.  Martin strolled between them, each girl having 
insisted on holding one of his hands.  Beverly, far from looking put out, 
seemed to accept the girlish impudence with pleasure.
         The house sat by itself at the end of a street.  The nearest home 
was a good 200 yards away.  The girls passed cacti as they walked, 
their eyes wondering at the strange people of the far West who made 
gardens with cacti instead of flowers.  Susie thought of how many 
times she'd fallen into her mother's flower bed, playing as a little girl.  
These cacti were certainly no place to fall! 
         Martin rang the doorbell and a woman answered.  The girls were 
startled to see that she was barely older than they were.  Her hair 
tumbled over her shoulders in a mass of brown curls.  Her face, though 
it hardly needed it, was exquisitely made up.  Though she wore heels, 
her only attire was a fluffy white towel wrapped about her middle.  
Lustrous young breasts seemed to yearn to pop out of the top of her 
towel, while at the bottom it seemed even the slightest movement 
would reveal the curls of her labia.  The girl broke into a smile, like a 
sunbeam bursting through a cloud.  Susie and Melanie felt a sense of 
competition.  They squeezed Martin's hands tightly.
         The foursome trooped inside and met the girl's husband.  He was 
named Bill, and his wife Anna.  He was as old as Martin and just as 
handsome.  Susie and Melanie found themselves wanting to vie for the 
attention of Bill just as they did for Martin.  Strangely, Bill seemed as 
disinterested in attire as his wife.  He wore only a blue bathrobe, 
belted about the middle.  He smoked a pipe.
         "Well, you certainly have made some excellent friends," Bill said 
to Martin of the girls.
         "Yes indeed, and they're quite a handful too," Martin said, looking 
down at Susie and Melanie.  "You should have seen them quibbling out by 
the pool this afternoon!"
         "Susie threw my bra in the garbage can!" Melanie blurted.  
         "Well, don't throw it at people, then," Susie said airily.  
         "C'mon out back!" Bill said with a wave of his hand.  His wife took 
his hand and, towel riding up over the base of her bottom, she walked 
with him to a sliding glass door that led out onto the deck of a pool.  
Susie wondered at the woman.  Didn't she care that her bottom was 
visible to them?
         The girls stepped through the opening in the glass door with 
Martin.  Beverly followed behind, her eyes on the girls.
         A pool lay before them, sparkling in the summer sun.  A wall 
enclosed the small yard, fencing it off from the desert beyond.  To one 
side was a grove of trees, and, curiously, beneath the trees, dappled by 
shade, were several large mattresses.  The nearest one abutted against 
the girl's heels.  
         "What are all these mattresses doing by your pool?" Melanie 
asked.  Susie too was puzzled, though deep down she began to divine a 
decadent use the mattresses might be put to.  
         Anna tugged at her towel.  It fell from her, revealing her stunning 
figure.  Susie failed to stifle a gasp.  Melanie too let out a little yelp.  
This was to be a party alfresco in the truest sense, with even their 
bodies openly displayed to one another.  Impulsively, Susie grabbed 
Martin's hand with both of hers as she watched Anna kneel down and 
place her knees on the nearest mattress.  Still wearing her heels, Anna 
crawled onto it.  Bill opened his robe.  His penis grew in size even as 
Susie and Melanie watched.  He dropped down onto the mattress and 
crawled over to his wife.  She nestled in his arms.  A little refrigerator 
sat right next to the mattress where Bill and Anna reclined.  Bill 
reached over Anna and pulled open the door to the refrigerator.  Anna, 
being the nearer of the two to the refrigerator, now reached in and 
drew forth a cocktail.  Susie glimpsed other glasses, prepared and 
waiting to be consumed, also sitting in the refrigerator.  Languidly 
Anna raised the straw which stemmed from her cocktail and took a sip.  
Then she held the glass aloft to her husband, who took a sip in turn.  
Returning the straw  then to her own lips, Anna lifted her eyes to her 
guests.  There wasn't the slightest trace of embarrassment in her eyes.
         "Girls, shall we?" Martin asked his two nubile charges.  Susie and 
Melanie looked up at him in shock.  Each attempted to pull her hand 
away, to disengage herself from the man, but he held them fast.  Susie 
returned her free hand to Martin's and attempted to pry her trapped 
hand loose.  Martin slipped his palm over both Susie's wrists and held 
them together in his hand.  Melanie suffered a similar fate at almost 
the same moment.
         Susie felt the back of her miniskirt being lifted.  In horror, she 
looked over her shoulder to see Beverly casually lift up her little skirt 
and inspect her bare bottom.
         "Bev, please!" Susie said, pleading with this woman who only 
moments ago she had counted as a trusted friend, despite her flirtation 
with the woman's husband.
         "It is too quick for them," Anna said suddenly, rising to her knees.  
It was impossible for her to stand on the mattress in her four inch 
spiked heels, so she simply backed off it on her knees.  Then she rose, 
standing next to the refrigerator.  "You girls must not be used to 
partying naked," Anna said.  There was a smile of triumph on her face, 
as if she had just bested equals.
         "Martin!  H-How could you do this to us?" Susie stammered.
         "How could I not?" Martin replied.  Anna walked over to where her 
towel lay on the grass and retrieved it.  Picking it up, she once more 
wrapped it about her scrumptious figure.  The tops of her areolas 
peeped above her towel. 

Chapter Twelve

         The cool of the evening washed over the veranda of the 
restaurant.  Susie had no idea what she was eating, save for that it was 
expensive.  Bill sat beside her, while Anna sat beside Martin.  Melanie 
had managed to inveigle her way between both men.  The circle was 
closed by Beverly, of course, who sat between Anna and Susie.  She 
seemed not the least bit put out at her placement.
         The white cones of Susie's breasts jiggled in the vee of her 
expensive decollete gown as she leaned forward to spoon another 
stringy helping of food into her mouth.  Anna, likewise, offered a 
display of her bosoms as she took another mouthful of the spaghetti-
like dinner.  Melanie, who had complained at first about the 
unfamiliarity of the food, saying she preferred a hamburger, 
nonetheless was now busily engaged in twirling the spaghetti-like food 
on her fork and merrily sticking it into her mouth.  She even dangled it 
above her face, licking at it with her tongue.  Susie wondered if Melanie 
were not so much eating her food as playing it...if her relish in 
consuming it was based not so much on its taste as its ability to allow 
her to tease the men.  Like Susie and Anna, she wore a gown that left 
little about her breasts to the imagination.  What did manage to get 
covered by the thin fabric of the dress was compromised by the poking 
of Melanie's nipples, what didn't manage to get covered bobbled as if it 
might lead to an escape of the entire mammary at any moment.
         Susie glanced down at her own breasts.  Her nipples stuck 
impudently into the fabric of her dress just like Melanie's.  Anna's 
nipples, on the other hand, had not risen.  Susie felt jealous.  Anna was 
so reserved, so sophisticated, so mature...yet barely older than herself!  
         A conversation ensued between the couples and the girls, touching 
upon subjects both interesting and mundane.  Beverly offered her 
interpretation of the rules of Pinochle, her fully covered breasts 
quivering beneath her gown as Martin goaded her into an argument in 
which he claimed she was wrong.
         "I like strip poker better, anyway," Martin said finally in an 
offhand manner.  Susie glanced at Melanie.  A look passed between 
them...of compromise, of willingness to surrender to the whims of their 
hosts.  Bill had had an impressive rod, after all, and Susie had little 
doubt that Martin's member was just as big as the penises on the sheep 
she had been trying to count.
         The night, however, did not end as Susie had expected.  The 
couples parted company in the restaurant's parking lot, and a totally 
inane conversation ensued as Martin drove himself and his wife and the 
girls back to their hotel.  An hour later Susie and Melanie found 
themselves alone in their room, feeling lonely.  They took turns 
showering and then, wistfully, they went to bed.  Susie dreamed of 
rams with big cocks, chasing them as they scattered before her across 
an endless field.
         Morning brought with it an air of promise.  Susie and Melanie met 
Martin and Bev at breakfast, and the two said they were planning to see 
the sights of Vegas, such as they were, with perhaps a stop at Bill and 
Anna's.  
         "Oh, could we come?" Melanie blurted.  Jelly dropped from her 
toast onto her blouse as she spoke.
         "What do you think, Martin?  Shall we take the girls?" Bev asked 
her husband.
         "Oh, I suppose we could," he said casually.  He dipped the corner of 
his cloth napkin into his water glass and lifted it to wipe away the 
stain of the jelly from Melanie's shift.  Some of the jelly had fallen 
upon the upper half of her bosom, which the peasant blouse left bare.  
Martin seemed to take a keen interest in seeing that Melanie's breast 
was cleansed of every trace of jelly, and Melanie seemed to appreciate 
his assistance very much.  Susie felt like dropping jelly on her own 
breast.
         "Now this is where General Gunther made his last stand against 
the Indians," the lanky tour guide said, his head lifted high in an air of 
authority.  Susie thought perhaps the man was embellishing history, or 
making it up altogether.  "And over here," the man said, pointing to a 
cluster of dead looking cacti, "is where General Gunther's mistress was 
captured by the Indian Chief Big Antler and carried off to be his wife."  
The guide's eyes rested meaningfully upon Susie's halter as he finished 
his sentence.
         "I think we've gotten our dollar's worth out of this place," Martin 
said.  
         "Oh, let me get a picture of you and the girls by the cacti," Bev 
suggested, brandishing a camera.  Dutifully Martin, Susie, and Melanie 
trudged hand-in-hand over to the cacti where Big Antler had claimed 
his prize.  Both girls were in minis, and they had to use their free hands 
to keep the sides of their skirts down against a sudden wind.  The gust 
ruffled their blouses, Susie in her midriff and Melanie in a T-shirt that 
had been cut off just below her breasts.  Martin stood solidly between 
the girls in a polo shirt and shorts.
         Bev, unhindered in her knee length skirt by the gust, aimed her 
camera.  Such a cute menage a trois.  Would they all still be clothed an 
hour hence?  
         Soon the girls were getting hungry and clamoring for lunch.  "I 
think it's about time we head on over to Bill and Anna's, don't you, 
Martin?" Bev asked casually, breaking her reverie as their car trundled 
across an unbroken line of sand.  Melanie, who had insinuated herself 
between Bev and Martin in the car's front seat, looked up and caught 
Susie's eye in the rear view mirror.  Both girls looked apprehensive.
         "I was hoping to see the world's largest freestanding mud hut 
before lunch," Martin said to his wife, "but I guess I could use some 
sustenance."
         "What we will be eating?" Susie asked quietly.
         "Something scrumptious, I'm sure," Bev replied.  
         When the foursome arrived at Bill and Anna's they were met at 
the door by the voluptuous young wife, who this time was attired more 
conservatively in a tee like Melanie's and a little skirt.  Anna's T-shirt, 
however, left the undersides of her breasts exposed.
         The group settled itself in the couple's living room, and Susie 
noticed that where the glass door to the backyard had stood there was 
now a heavy curtain.  A few minutes of small talk ensued, whereupon 
the men fell into a conversation about hunting in the desert while the 
females took up the subject of cooking.  Soon the four females 
retreated to the kitchen, where they helped Anna prepare turkey 
sandwiches.
         Lunch was had in the living room.  Susie let her eyes drift out the 
room's front window to the street beyond.  The asphalt stretched 
toward the horizon, fronted on either side by little homes and vacant 
lots of sand.  Above the blue sky shimmered restfully.  Susie's eyes 
searched for children playing, for junior versions of herself playing 
jacks or swinging aimlessly from tree branches.  But there was nobody.  
Either because of the heat, or the lure of television, or simply the 
sparseness of the population, not a soul was to be seen.  
         "I don't know if we'll be able to throw quite as many parties once 
this area gets built up," Anna was saying to Bev as Susie allowed her 
mind to pick up the conversation flowing around her once more.
         "Well, you certainly have a nice location for now," Bev replied, 
"out here on the edge of the desert."
         "Yes, we value our privacy," Anna said.  "It allows us to be more 
open."  Suddenly she cocked her head.  "Oh!  I think my cherry pie is 
ready!"
         "Girls, do you know how to scoop ice cream?" Martin asked in a 
parental voice.
         "Mmm!" Melanie said, licking her lips.  She jumped up to help Anna.  
"I can eat it too!"
         "I'll see that she doesn't start before the rest of us," Susie said.  
The blonde rose and followed Melanie into the kitchen.
         Anna bent over and opened the door of her oven.  The heat wafted 
out, warming all three girls.  As Anna reached into her oven to pull out 
her pie her little tee shifted upward, leaving her nipples bare.  
Apparently Anna did not notice the sudden display.  She hefted up the 
pie and stood erect.  The ragged hem of her tee lay in two small folds 
just above the points of her nipples, which jutted out in all their naked 
glory.  
         Anna set the pie down, pulled off her oven mitts, picked up a knife 
and nonchalantly began slicing the pie.  Susie glanced at Melanie, who 
gave a knowing smirk.  Martin sauntered into the kitchen.
         "Mmmm, delicious..." Martin said, sidling up to Anna.  Surely he 
saw the woman's naked nipples!
         "The pie or...?" Melanie mischievously asked, letting the question 
dangle meaningfully.
         "Both," Martin said.  It was then that Anna realized what had 
happened to her chest.
         "Oh!" she said, blushing slightly.  She reached up to cover herself.
         "No, don't," Martin said, and caught her hand in his own just as she 
brought it up to her breasts.  "I like looking at another man's wife."  
With his other hand he reached out and took Anna's nearest nipple 
between his fingers.  Gently he rolled it on the pads of his digits.  His 
eyes met Anna's and they drank in the moment.
         "MmHm!" Melanie said, clearing her throat.  She had come to adore 
Martin like a father.  Seeing him lavish attention on any girl besides 
herself made her not a little bit jealous.
         "I think the children want their ice cream," Anna whispered to 
Martin, but loud enough for Susie and Melanie to hear.  Susie winced.  
Children!  Why, Anna was barely older than her.
         "I have my ice cream," Melanie said, impolitely taking a scoop of 
it right from the box and putting it into her mouth.  "I want my pie!"
         "Mmm, so do I," Martin said.  His face closed with Anna's and they 
kissed.  Melanie screwed up her face in anger.  She took another scoop 
of ice cream from the box and walked straight up to the embracing 
couple.  She plopped the ice cream right on Anna's breast.
         "Ohh!" Anna said, suddenly breaking her embrace with Martin.  "You 
little bitch!" she cried, looking down on the clump of ice cream as it 
began to ease its way down her bosom toward her exposed nipple.  
Martin began laughing.
         Anna twisted in an attempt to go after Melanie.  Laughing, Martin 
seized Anna's shoulders and held her fast.  He bent down and put his 
mouth around the lump of ice cream on Anna's breast.  Just then Bill 
strode into the kitchen, aroused by the commotion.  Anna looked up at 
him.
         "I thought pie was for desert, not bosoms," Bill said. 

D R E A M G I R L S  N E W S

HOW TO RID AMERICA OF CRIME
by Police Captain Joe
(presently on strike against the city for higher wages and benefits)

         As you know, I am a big proponent of Law Enforcement.  The reason 
we have so much crime in America is because the yuppies are constantly 
thinking up new Òcrimes.Ó  This, then, is my Plan for ridding America of 
all crime:  we shall proactively identify and round up all individuals who 
are white, adult-loving, over-40 suburbanites.  They will be caned in the 
public square, shamed, humiliated, and incarcerated for life in festering 
shitholes where they will be raped every day.
         This, by the way, is Plan B.  Plan A, free of all racial bias, is called 
ÒThe Final Solution.Ó  In this plan, we clean up America by giving free 
showers to the above-mentioned group.  Cleanliness is next to Godliness, 
you know.

D R E A M G I R L S  L E T T E R S

         ÒThus they will plunder those who plundered them and spoil their 
despoilers.  This is the word of the Lord God.Ó  -- Ezekiel, 39:10

         ÒYou know how Joab son of Zeruiah treated me and what he did...do 
not let his grey hairs go down to the grave in peace.Ó -- King David, 1 
Kings 2: 5 & 6

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