Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 48 Wednesday July 12, 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 Sixteen
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Thirteen
"What a riot!" Martin said. "I can just see myself walking into my
office with two spanked girls, one a stoned 16-year-old."
"Well, I'm not stoned or spanked," Susie said, rising. Any
opportunity to take her leave of these decadent surroundings sounded
like an excellent idea to her.
"I'll stay with Bill," Bev said, sitting back down on the couch. She
scooted close to Bill. He put his arm around her shoulder.
"Well, well, aren't we getting friendly?" Martin said of Bev and
Bill. "I may require your wife for more than typing, Bill."
"She's not unknown to perform other tasks," Bill smiled. Anna
blushed slightly. The men were talking of her as if she were nothing
more than a slave.
"Come, girls," Martin said with a wave of his hand. With Anna,
Melanie, and Susie in tow, he walked out of the house.
Martin's entrance into the branch office of his company was
nothing short of spectacular. Heads turned as the three young females,
scantily attired and two of them looking as if they had just recently
undergone some delectable exertion, walked in. Martin held hands with
Anna on his left, Melanie on his right. As if that weren't enough female
companionship for one man, Susie trailed just behind him.
Martin was given a vacant office in which to work and he
immediately got Anna busy typing up his proposal. With a twinge of
discomfort the woman sat down before a computer. Then, looking like a
model secretary despite the fact that her tee threatened to rise above
her nipples with her every movement, Anna began plinking away.
Melanie, despite her youthful exuberance, was useless for any
task at all. She played with the pencils in the desk, scribbled
marijuana induced drawings on note pads, and assiduously linked paper
clips together into a daisy chain. Susie, however, made a useful gopher.
Martin had her stand by, ready to go get relevant papers from other
offices as they were needed for the composition of his proposal.
Some time later Martin and the girls returned to Bill's home.
When they entered, there was no sign of Bill or Beverly.
"They're probably out back," Martin said. He and the girls had
wandered to the far end of the house looking for the missing couple and
now he ushered his charges out a back door. Coming around a corner of
the house, they stepped into the main portion of the back yard. There,
lying upon mattresses, were Bill and Bev. They were naked. Bev was at
Bill's loins, sucking his cock. It was rock hard.
"Well, I see they've gotten started without us," Anna said. She
pulled her tee off her body in one fluid motion, then shook out her hair.
As she did so her eyes met Susie's. The blonde was standing stock still.
"Are you going to play the spoilsport again?" Anna asked Susie.
The blonde lowered her eyes.
"I won't!" Melanie piped up. Unceremoniously she yanked off her
T-shirt. Her breasts set to bobbling as the hem of the shirt passed over
them. "I need a break after all that office work!"
Reluctantly Susie reached back and untied her halter. With
Melanie in the game, it wouldn't be possible for her to abstain. Perhaps
nothing more would actually be required of her than to slip off her
clothes and enjoy a bit of sunshine on her nude body. Then again, Bill
did have an impressive penis. Imagine having that forced up her bottom!
Susie shuddered, remembering all the ordeals Elaine had put her
through. Was she really ready for sexual play again?
Anna unzipped her skirt. It fell from her hips. The curls of her
pubis were touched by a gentle breeze. Melanie unzipped her skirt. It
dropped down her legs to lay in a pool at her ankles. Melanie stepped
out of its rumpled remains. She skimmed her panties off her buttocks
and a moment later they too were being left behind in the grass. Naked
as the day she was born, Melanie set off in her high heels for the
mattresses. Reaching the nearest one, she jumped down upon it,
landing on her knees. She arched her bottom in the air and crawled
across it to the next mattress, where Bill and Bev lay.
Anna turned and put her hands to the front of Martin's pants. He
pulled his polo shirt over his head. Anna unzipped him, unhooking the
clasp at the front of his pants as well. Susie watched as Anna slid
down first Martin's pants, then his Jockey shorts. His penis reared into
the warm summer air.
"My, you're ready for action," Anna cooed.
"Always," Martin said. Anna stroked his cock for a moment with
one of her fingernails and then took his hand with both of hers. She
looked across the expanse of Martin's chest at Susie.
"Come on, Susie," Anna said. There was a softness to her voice,
an understanding. Reluctantly Susie reached behind her neck and untied
the top string on her midriff. A moment later the halter dropped from
her torso to the grass. The naked cones of her breasts stood erect in
the slanting rays of the afternoon sun.
"And now your dress," Anna said. Susie looked down and placed
her hands at the zipper on the side of her dress. She unzipped it. It fell
to the ground.
"Can't I at least keep my panties on?" Susie asked plaintively.
"The last time I did this I, well, IÑ"
"You what?" Anna asked.
"She wound up sitting on a giant phallus," Martin said. Anna's
mouth dropped open in surprise. Slowly she raised her hand to her
chest.
"Bev told you," Susie said.
"Mmmhmm," Martin said.
"What do you mean? You mean you sat on somebody's dick?" Anna
asked Susie.
"Well, not quite," Susie said. "I was tied down to a chair and they
stuck one up me...a dildo. It was this weird lady me and Melanie fell in
with."
"Take off your panties and come on over to the mattresses with
us and tell us all about it," Martin said. "Anna's never had anything up
her bottom."
"You haven't?" Susie asked, surprised. The woman blushed.
Martin looked at Anna. He pinched her bottom. "Answer Susie's
question," Martin said with a wry smile. All of a sudden Anna was not
quite the worldly, sophisticated woman she so prided herself on being.
"No," Anna said, hand still at her chest. "I've never let Bill take
me there. IÑI'm afraid of it."
Susie, suddenly feeling a pleasant twinge of superiority,
shimmied out of her panties. So Anna was an anal virgin! What fun it
would be to see Anna have her butt popped right this afternoon, right on
her own wicked mattresses!
"It's not so bad," Susie said, feeling her nose grow even as she
spoke. "That was the only fun part of my stay with the weird lady. I
loved the feeling of having a big greased dick slide up my bottom,
totally impaling me and making me its prisoner. It's something every
female should experience."
"Indeed it is," Martin agreed. He took Susie's hand and together he
and Susie and Anna began strolling toward the mattresses. "Why, I'll
bet Anna would get really turned on to anal sex if you and I gave her a
little demonstration, Susie." The blonde's face turned pale and she
stopped walking. She tried to withdraw her hand from Martin's.
"Melanie would make a much better example," Susie said. "She
liked it even more than I did, didn't you, Melanie?" They were near the
edge of the closest mattress now. Melanie looked up from Bill's cock,
which she had been sharing with Bev.
"What's that?" Melanie called over her shoulder. She was
kneeling, her bottom waving like a ripe apple in the air.
"I said you loved having that big dick stuck up your bottom, didn't
you?" Susie asked.
"No way!" Melanie shouted, and immediately returned her mouth to
Bill's penis.
Martin drew both girls down onto the mattress with him.
Bev looked up from Bill's rod. Her lips were moist with pre-cum.
"Well, we're finally all here," Bev said with a sigh. Her eyes grazed
across Susie's lithe form. It was the first time Bev had ever seen the
girl totally naked, although her bikinis had not left much to hide.
"You're even more beautiful than I imagined," Bev said to Susie. "I'm
glad you decided to play with us."
Anna, perhaps out of jealously that Bev was at her husband,
turned and lifted her lips to Martin's. They kissed. One of Martin's
hands cupped her breasts. Both Anna's hands floated between Martin's
thighs and clasped his penis. They both savored the moment, then their
lips drifted apart as easily as they had come together.
"How many times has he come?" Martin asked Bev of Bill.
"None, though he did give me a pair of wicked orgasms
gamahuching me in the house," Bev said. "Anna has some catching up to
do."
"Have you gone swimming at all?" Martin asked.
"Yes, afterwards. Bill said he wanted me nice and clean for our
next bout. We just started up again when we heard you pulling in," Bev
said.
"You have a nice pool," Susie said to Anna, hoping to change the
subject.
"Yes, isn't it nice?" Anna said. "It's not chlorinated, either. But
when we're playing out back we let the water circulate through it and
off to the city's waste pipes so it will stay nice and fresh for us. We
play, then we rinse off with a dip, then we let the sun dry us and play
some more." Martin shifted his hips forward slightly as Anna's hands
took their first toll on his loins. "Did you have a little orgasm?" Anna
asked, looking at Martin with wide eyes as her palms continued to rub
him.
"Yeah, the first pangs of pleasure," Martin said. "One or two more
of those and I should be over the hump." Susie looked quizzical.
"What does he mean?" Susie asked, silently kicking herself for
letting her curiosity get the better of her.
Anna smiled. "All men go through two stages of arousal, once
they're hard," Anna said. Her hands continued to work as she talked.
"After just a little attention their balls are on a hair trigger, ready to
spill. Nature, you know, doesn't care about anything but releasing
semen into the womb. But that wouldn't make life very fun for us girls,
would it?" Anna asked.
"IÑI guess not," Susie said, voice catching as she spoke.
"They'd just stick in their stiff rod and spurt out their semen and
that would be the end of it," Anna said. "So, to spend hours teasing a
male's genitals, giving him little shivers of pleasure, you need to get
him past that hyper-sensitive point at the beginning. Then his penis
can be cherished with little rubs and kisses all day, and he'll be able to
withstand the attention. And, of course, he'll be able to pleasure you
too."
"You girls are so fucking lucky," Martin said. "You can just have
orgasm after orgasm."
"That's right," Anna smiled. "But you must hold your sperm back
for hours on end while I torture you."
"My, my we have four pussies here and only two penises," Bev
observed, looking up again. "This will require a major effort by the
men. I hope both you boys have very full testicles."
"I made Bill save his semen all week long, just so he'd be fully
loaded for your visit," Anna said over her shoulder to Bev.
"Do you guys always have sex out back here?" Susie asked Anna.
"You mean with friends?" Anna said. "Yeah. We got turned on to
nude partying a couple of months ago and Bill and I know a few couples
that we like to do it with now and then. We bumped into Bev and Martin
the last time we were in Nevada, before we were into nudie parties, at
a ski resort. We shared a cabin together." Anna looked at Martin and
her eyes glowed.
"It was a great couple of days," Martin grinned.
"We got to know each other very well," Anna said.
"Except, of course, that I'd still like to meet your little anus,"
Martin rejoined.
"Oh, you wicked man," Anna said. "You were talking about that
last time too, at the cabin. I imagine someday you'll manage to get this
naughty rod of yours up my bum." Martin let his eyes rise from Anna to
look at Melanie beyond, where the girl seemed totally transfixed by
Bill's rod. She continued to lick him with long strokes of her tongue,
followed now and then by little butterfly caresses with just the tip of
her tongue on the underside of his knob.
"Why can't you girls lick me like Bev and Melanie are licking Bill?"
Martin asked.
"Because now it's your turn to do us," Anna said. She shifted back
on the mattress a little bit and then spread her legs as far apart as she
could. "Do like me, Susie," Anna said. "It's time for him to tickle us
up." Shyly, wanting to participate but not wanting to, wanting to keep
up with Anna at the same time, Susie spread her legs. Martin regarded
both girls with glowing eyes as they both sat on either side of him,
legs open for his fingers. It was not every day a man got two beautiful
girls to simultaneously spread their legs for him.
Martin slid his hands across the mattress to the juncture of each
girl's thighs. Gently he touched just the tip of his finger to each girl's
clitoris. Susie shivered. Anna passed her tongue over her upper lip.
Slowly, ever so slowly, Martin began rubbing the pads of his index
fingers in little circles over the girls' fleshy nubbins. Susie could feel
her resistance to the nude party melt away as her arousal grew. God!
Martin was so gentle, so delicate, endlessly patient yet endlessly
persistent. Susie felt the warm sun on her shoulders. Never had she
had such an erotic experience as this...and this was only the beginning!
Round, round, round, Martin's fingers went, each girl gradually
becoming hotter and hotter as his fingering continued. Up and down the
ridges of their tight little labia lips his fingers now went, trailing
their way to and from the buds of their clitorises.
"Give poor Bill a rest," Bev said to Melanie. "Come and help me
arouse Anna and Susie." Both females, unable to walk on the
mattresses in their high heels, crawled on hands and knees over to the
girls Martin was pleasuring. Bev drew up behind Susie and Melanie
behind Anna. Each, kneeling erectly on her knees, reached around the
woman in front of her and clasped her erect nipples twixt her fingers.
Susie and Anna began emitting little sighs as both their nipples
and clitorises were simultaneously stimulated. Bill got up and went to
the mini refrigerator that hummed obediently at the end of an extension
cord that ran across the yard. He opened the fridge and pulled out a
bottle of champagne. He shook it. Then he walked over to where Susie
sat.
"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.
D R E A M G I R L S L E T T E R S
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS DOING HERE?
by holy joe
Yesterday we received a chain letter, from one of our subscribers. (I
wonÕt say who.) Apparently this letter has been circulating through
Usenet for years, taking valuable space away from all the feminist
newsgroups. Before that, it circulated through the postal system.
My opinion is, if you are going to have a chain letter, it may as well
be a good one. So I rewrote it. Of course, I havenÕt mailed it. That would
be very wrong and unethical and cost big corporations with lots of money
many, many pennies. But you may read it for your enjoyment.
This message has been sent to you for Good Luck. The original is in a
church in Scotland. It was written by a holy man to help humanity. It has
been sent around the world 69 times. The luck has now been sent to you.
You will receive good luck within four days of receiving this message.
Provided you, in turn, send it on. This is no joke. You will receive luck in
the mail.
Send copies to people you think need good luck. Don't send money, as fate
has no price. Do not keep this message, it must leave your hands in 96
hours. A United States Air Force officer received a promotion from
Captain to Major. Another man received a free Snapple coupon and lost it
because he broke the chain.
Whereas in the Philippines, Gene Welch lost his wife 51 days after
receiving this message. He failed to circulate this message. However,
before his death, he met a 12-year-old girl and they are still having wild
sex to this day. But he is an exception. DonÕt be a slacker. DonÕt count on
getting luck like that for nothing. Send this message.
Please send twenty copies and see what happens in four days. The chain
comes from Venezuela and was written by Saul FC Grody, a missionary
who feeds the poor and translates the Bible into Igorot in his spare time.
Since the message must continuously tour the world, send it to friends
and associates. The Apocalypse was supposed to come in 1955, but thanks
to this message, authored by Saul FC Grody, it has been delayed. However,
the Millennium approaches and Satan chafes at the bit, eager to plunge the
world into darkness. DONÕT LET THIS HAPPEN! Do your part. After a few
days you will get good luck.
Do note the following: Constantine Dias received his chain in 1958. He
had his secretary make twenty copies and send them out. A few days later
he inherited a sheep farm and has been having orgasms with his flock ever
since. He is very warm at night, surrounded by young, white, fleecy
bodies.
Carlos Dildo, a retarded janitor, received his message and forgot that it
had to leave his hands in 96 hours. He lost his job. Later, after finding
the message again, he mailed twenty copies. A few days later he got his
job back.
Dalan Fairchild received the message not believing, and threw the message
away. Nine days later he got a job at the Oklahomo Federal Building. He
enrolled his children in the preschool there. He and they have not been
heard from since.
In 1987 this message, received by a young woman in California, was very
faded and barely readable. She promised herself that she would retype the
message and send it on, but she set it aside to do later. She was plagued
with various problems including wanting to become a feminist and reading
sick books by Catherine MacKinnon. The letter did not leave her hands in
96 hours. She finally typed the letter as promised and got a free e-mail
subscription to Naughty Naked Dreamgirls.
Good luck, but please remember: 20 copies of this message must leave
your hands in 96 hours. You must not go to the bathroom until it does.
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