Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 49 Thursday July 13, 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 Seventeen
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Thirteen
"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, twisting her head away.
Bill sprayed her breasts, her face, her tummy, her pussy. When the
fountain of champagne had played out Susie's hair was still almost dry,
but her face, breasts, and torso were caked with bubbling foam. Susie
licked her lips, tasting the champagne. Bill walked over to Anna.
As lovely as Susie's blonde mane was, Anna's cascading brown
curls, falling over her shoulders and down to the small of her back,
were even more mesmerizing. Bill made to pour the contents of the
champagne bottle on Anna.
"Not my hair either, Bill...please," Anna pleaded. Bill, not one to
view dry hair on a wet girl unfavorably, complied by anointing Anna's
breasts instead. Slowly he tilted the bottle, until all of a sudden a
stream of champagne poured forth from the neck.
"Right on target!" Bill crowed, as the first drops of champagne to
hit Anna fell right onto her nearest areola. Bill watched with
satisfaction as the champagne flowed over the tip of Anna's teat, then
on down the gentle swell of her tummy to settle amidst the curls of her
pubis. Having done one breast, Bill proceeded to the second, which he
anointed as well.
"Mmmm," Bev said, leaning forward and licking champagne from
Susie's neck. Then she left off tweaking the girl's nipples and rolled
around in front of her to begin the pleasantly arduous task of licking
off every cake of foam that still clung to Susie's body. Melanie, taking
her cue from Bev, slithered around in front of Anna to take the closest
of her areolas into her mouth. Never before had she tasted something
as sweet and delectable as a champagne coated areola. Melanie felt
delightfully wicked, not the least because Anna was so demure and
sophisticated, so much more mature than herself. Yet now here this
woman was, being made to respond with little gasps to the workings of
Melanie's tongue.
"My, you've got quite a busy little tongue today, don't you?" Anna
asked between gasps. She lifted a hand and gently stroked Melanie's
long locks as the girl worked away.
Over the next several minutes Bev's tongue trailed lower and
lower on Susie's body. The girl watched the woman's progress with
eyes clouded by arousal. Little tremors shook Susie's frame now and
then.
"OOOh!" Susie cried as Bev's tongue fell to competing with
Martin's finger at her pussy.
Martin grabbed Melanie by the hair. With a roughness inspired by
his growing lust, he forced Melanie's face down to lick at Anna's open
pussy. Susie caught Martin's movement out of the corner of her eye and,
strangely, wished someone would treat her roughly too.
For the next several minutes Susie and Anna shuddered with
passion as the tongues of Bev and Melanie, respectively, worked them
between the legs. Martin continued to provide additional excitement
with the titillation of his wicked fingers, letting them leave the girls'
clittys now and then to trail up and tug demandingly at their nipples.
Bill sat back and watched all, recovering from the near orgasm which
Melanie had incited in his loins. His pulse still pounding, he took swigs
from the bottle of champagne which he had wet Susie and Anna with.
"Well, let's try some butt fucking next," Bill suggested. His bottle
of champagne, now empty, he tossed aside.
"Sounds good to me," Martin said, and pulled Bev and Melanie back
from the pussies they were laving by yanking on their hair. Bev and
Melanie fell back easily, their forms soft and supple. Susie and Anna
both let out little ardent sighs, their legs still open, perhaps hoping for
a resumption of the licking.
Bill lifted his wife to her feet. Bev, regaining her composure,
helped Susie stand. Martin stood up Melanie. It seemed all six were
standing in a Garden of Eden. The silky grass beneath their feet, the
mattress awaiting their return, a blue pool sparkling in the sun a few
feet away. Dappled shadows from the trees that rustled over the
mattresses played across their skin. Susie looked up, looking for ripe
apples.
"Now you and Melanie can see the benefit of having a pool nearby
when we're playing," Bev said softly to Susie. She put her finger to
Susie's chin and directed the girl's face toward hers. "Come, let's step
into the pool."
Susie made to kick off her high heels. "No, don't," Bev said.
"We're all wearing open-toed heels, so our feet will have no trouble
drying when we step out. This is the desert, you know. Just step into
the shallow end of the pool here with your heels on. And don't get your
hair wet! This is just a rinse off, so you'll be all nice and fresh for our
next event."
"What if I do get my hair wet?" Melanie asked. She had slipped
from Martin's grasp and now jumped into the pool with a splash that
threw shards of water over the lower half of her mane.
"If you get your hair wet, young lady, then I will exercise my hand
over your backside again," Bill warned.
"Oh." Melanie said. This seemed to settle the matter for her. She
took the extremities of her hair in her hands, which were wet, and
began flipping them about in the air in an effort to dispel their
moisture. Susie and Anna stepped into the pool more carefully.
Bev, taking command of the situation as she seemed eager to do,
went to the portable refrigerator by the mattresses and took forth a
bowl of wet, icy hand towels. She walked over to the girls where they
stood by the side of the pool, the water up to their waists. Bev ordered
the girls to bend over and splash water on their breasts to rinse them.
At first the girls simply rinsed their own breasts. Soon,
however, they were pouring handfuls of water over each other's
breasts. Finally they began rubbing each other's breasts with their
hands. It was quite a delightful sight, all three girls standing in a
little circle, their hands lovingly playing over each other's bosoms. At
this point Bev intervened.
Bev lined all three girls up by the edge of the pool, the girls, of
course, still being allowed to stand in the cool water. Then Bev washed
each girl's face in turn with a separate hand towel. The towels, having
been in the refrigerator, were refreshingly cold.
Martin and Bill had been walking in and out of the house, carrying
out TV equipment. Bill dropped a makeup kit by Bev's side.
"Now I'm going to touch up your makeup, so you'll look your very
best for the cameras," Bev said.
"We're going to be on TV?" Susie asked.
"Yes, dear, getting your bottom plugged," Bev replied. She began
working on Susie's makeup. Anna and Melanie stood dutifully by,
awaiting their turn, watching as the taping equipment was set up by
Martin and Bill. Both men had raging hard ons.
When all three girls had been prepared with artful additions of
rogue, lipstick, and eyeliner they were taken each by the hand and
assisted from the pool. Martin and Bill, having finished setting up their
equipment, each took up a towel and dried off Anna and Melanie,
respectively. Bev towelled down Susie.
The girls' bodies were practically glowing when they were dry.
Never had better examples of femininity been beheld. Each girl was
taken by the hand and led back over to the mattresses, where now a VHS
camera hooked to a television awaited them. Each girl knelt upon the
mattress. It was a mattress upon which none of them had yet lain. The
mattress of their previous endeavors lay off to their right, available
but ignored.
"Lie flat on your tummies," Martin said. He placed himself
between Susie and Anna once more. All three girls lay down on the
mattress. The single sheet which covered it felt cool against their
skin.
"Spread your legs wide," Martin commanded. The girls opened
their legs into wide vees. "Mmmm, nice," Martin commented. Bev knelt
beside him with a dispenser filled with oil. Delicately she pressed
down upon its top. Oil squirted from the bottle's little faucet-like
outlet. It ran over Martin's index fingers.
Anna and Susie each felt a finger come to their bottoms. It
snaked between their bottom cheeks. Martin, sitting between them,
grinned as he worked his index fingers into the girls' anuses.
"Say goodbye to your anal virginity," Martin said to Anna.
"Nooo!" Anna cried, clenching her bottom cheeks. This was to be
no mere oiling of her bottom crack, as her husband had playfully done so
many times before. Martin was actually at her anus! "Bill!" Anna cried.
WHACK! A heavy leather belt struck Anna full across the back.
"Open up!" Bill ordered. "Martin is preparing you for my penis!"
Melanie, lying on her tummy but otherwise unattended to, looked up
fearfully as she heard the belt fall. She had hidden her face in her
palms, her elbows tucked under her breasts. Now she found that she
was not even the object of the men's attention. She made to rise.
"Stay down!" Martin ordered the frisky 16-year-old. "You're next."
His words seemed to have a finality that brooked no disobedience.
"Let me get a good shot of your bottom, dear," Bev, hands at the
camera, said to Melanie. "How tempting it is to see your lovely bottom,
still untouched, even as the girls beside you suffer their intrusions!"
Martin waited, his fingers just touching the anuses of Susie and Anna,
as Bill laid half a dozen strokes across Anna's back.
"Oh!" Anna cried. She dared not get up, lest the belt be turned to
her bottom instead. Each crack of its leather across her back caused
her to fling up her head. It hurt, but not nearly as much as it could if it
were put to her heinie.
"Now back to the girls' puckered little roses," Bev said, and
redirected her camera to Susie's anus. As the tawse fell for the final
time across Anna's back Martin forced his digit up Susie's rectum.
"Ooo!" Susie cried. The greasy finger slid up her, sending shivers
down her spine. She wriggled her body. She felt like a fish trapped
against the seabed by a spear.
"Unh!" Anna yelped as Martin suddenly forced himself up her, even
as his other finger delved deeper into Susie. Anna wiggled, hoping
somehow to dislodge Martin's finger. Another stroke of the belt fell
across her back. On the television that sat on the mattress near them
her little anus was displayed to her, with Martin's finger lewdly
protruding from it.
Bill sat down in front of his wife, casting his belt aside. Her
mouth, and that of Susie, gaped wide as the anal denouement proceeded.
Grunting, Bill stuffed his cock into Anna's mouth. Then he turned his
head and watched her anus as it suffered Martin's finger on the TV
screen.
"Keep the camera on my wife's bottom," Martin instructed Bev. "I
don't want to miss a minute of this!" He began working his hips back
and forth, sluicing his penis in and out of his wife's mouth.
"Don't spill!" Bev cautioned Bill.
"Mmm, I'll try not to," Bill said. "God, this is good!"
To Susie the whole affair did not seem so good. She had gotten
her makeup touched up and been rinsed and dried just so she could lie
here with a finger up her butt? And on TV, no less! She prayed Martin
would soon satisfy his desire to feel her intestines.
Bev locked down the camera on Anna's anus and walked over to
Susie. She sat down in front of the girl's face and pressed her pussy
into her mouth.
"No, please ma'am!" Susie spluttered as the pussy was put to her.
With uncompromising hands Bev took Susie by the hair and pulled on the
girl's mane to draw her own hips up against Susie's mouth.
"Uhnh!" Bev cried as Susie's lips came to her labia. Bev tossed her
head back.
"Get that on film," Bill said to Melanie, allowing the girl to rise
after all. Eagerly the 16-year-old jumped up from the mattress and got
behind the camera. Bill had to tell her how to unlock it, even as he
struggled to keep from spilling his seed into his wife's petulant mouth.
Listening carefully, Melanie managed to free the camera. Then
she swung it over to where Bev was being gamahuched by Susie. With
some difficulty, still taking instructions from Bill, Melanie managed to
focus on Bev's face. She lingered there for a few minutes, then swung
her camera over to Bill.
"How do I focus this again?" Melanie asked.
"What? You want to focus it on me?" Bill said. "I want to show
this to some of my drinking buddies, I don't want me in it!" He made to
get up, but felt his wife's hands clasp about his testicles, even as her
mouth clamped down more tightly against his dick. He wasn't going
anywhere, unless he was willing to leave his genitals behind.
"Oh, I remember now, turn the lens like this," Melanie said. She
leaned over, past the camera, to look at the TV, her breasts dangling
nakedly. The TV picture was sharp and clear. Martin's stricken face
looked out at her.
"Great shot!" Melanie said. "I think I'll lock the camera down
again."
"Melanie!" Bill roared, but the girl ignored him. The pressure in
his loins to ejaculate increased with every second.
"Honey, don't make me come with that damn camera right on my
face!" Bill begged. His wife paid no attention to his plea. She worked
assiduously now, no longer reluctant, even as Martin's finger pillaged
her bottom. Bill tried ducking his head, but could not get out of the
camera's range. His stomach, chest, and head were all in its view, his
every twitch being recorded onto tape.
"Honey, I'm going to come!" Bill warned. His buttocks squirmed.
"AUGHGH!" Suddenly his hips heaved forward, straining. Melanie gave a
whoop of glee as Bill's loins began ejaculating their precious load. The
16-year-old rushed over and grabbed Bill from behind by his massive
shoulders. She drove her knees into his back, keeping him down and
making sure he couldn't get away until he had released every drop of
sperm. Anna's hands worked Bill's balls. The camera recorded all.
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