Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 52 Sunday July 16, 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 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."
"IÑI 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 GRANTÕS NEW ÒBEST PAIRÓ
Two Balls Instead of Two Boobs
by holy joe
IÕm sure youÕve read about Hugh GrantÕs arrest. He solicits a male
prostitute (in Los Angeles, that city of eternal piety) and gives ÒherÓ a
blow-job. (He being a She, you see.) The police interrupt this activity,
taking place in the privacy of HughÕs car, and arrest him. Your tax dollars
at work (again).
Let us examine this from the Òstandard perspective.Ó Reasons for
the State intervening in HughÕs 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 ÒabuseÓ is so
awesome that the faggot in question is experiencing a massive orgasm.
And consider this: The Òstandard perspectiveÓ believes that fags deserve
to die horrible deaths from AIDS. Why is it that a fag cannot be ÒabusedÓ
by Hugh Grant, but ÒdeservesÓ to die of AIDS? So much for that reason...
4. We Cannot Have Men Walking Around Dressed as Women! Again the
StateÕs argument for intervening is less than compelling. More than half
the worldÕs 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.Õs famous Òcasting couch?Ó
7. There Were No Shootings, No Burglaries, No Rapes, And No
Murders, so we had nothing better to do. Oh, hereÕs the answer! Los
Angeles was entirely free of crime that night, so the police had to peek
into the privacy of someoneÕs car to find a Òcrime.Ó
I sleep better at night knowing that Hugh Grant is...uh...currently a
free man and pursuing whatever pleasures he wishes. DonÕt you?
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