Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 53 Monday July 17, 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-One
by Andrew Roller
Chapter Fifteen
"Poor Anna," Susie whispered tenderly, stroking her young friend.
Anna's body trembled with her every breath. "You should pay your
husband back and run away. Come with me and Melanie to Nebraska.
We're going to start our own farm and raise bulls."
"BIG bulls," Melanie said.
"Alright," Anna whispered. Tears still ran from her eyes, silently.
"You'll do it?" Susie asked.
"Yes!" Anna said. "Let's do it right now!"
"In this condition?" Susie asked, incredulous. "You can't go
anywhere!"
"But I want to!" Anna cried, suddenly as silly and uncompromising
as a little girl.
"Alright! Alright! Don't cry, or the men might come back!" Susie
whispered. "Melanie, get some water! We've got to clean Anna up." The
16-year-old rose and began gazing around the room, standing on tip toe,
her hand to her chin, a look of wonder on her face. It seemed as if she
were a ballerina searching for an opera.
"Hurry!" Susie cried in as loud a whisper as she could. Hearing
grunts of male pleasure emanating from the room with the suds and no
bath water, Melanie scampered out into the forward part of the
restaurant.
"Poor, poor Anna," Susie said, still stroking her friend.
About a minute later Melanie returned with a kettle of Japanese
tea. "It's all I could find!" Melanie hissed.
"Alright then, it'll have to do," Susie sighed. Both girls felt very
conspiratorial in their attempt to outwit the men. The tempo of the
groans coming from the next room increased.
"Anna, we're going to wash out your bottom," Susie said to the
curly-haired brunette. Melanie rolled the limp Anna onto her tummy and
spread the cheeks of her ass.
"Careful, it's still hot," Melanie breathed as Susie made to pour
the Japanese tea from the kettle into Anna's rectum.
"What are you going to do?" Anna asked. Just then she felt the hot
green tea pour into her intestines. "Mmfff!" Anna cried. Melanie put a
hand over Anna's lips just as she was about to break into a full-
throated scream. Susie dropped her free hand to Anna's bottom, keeping
the young woman's cheeks spread wide. Anna squeezed her eyes shut
and bit her lip. The tea was hot! And the fluid had reactivated the
ointment still resident in her rectum.
Susie told Anna to roll onto her side, almost onto her back. Anna
did so, and with the help of her friends her bottom cheeks were kept
spread so that the anal enema of Japanese tea could flow out. "Once
more," Susie said then, and Anna was rolled back onto her stomach for a
second application. Again the tea was poured in, again Anna flinched at
its heat.
"Swirl it around a bit to wash her off," Melanie said of the kettle,
indicating the dried semen stains that splotched here and there upon
the cheeks of Anna's bottom. Susie wiggled the kettle and its hot
contents splashed upon the satin skin of Anna's bottom. Anna was then
rolled back onto her side, and the fluid of the makeshift enema exuded
forth once more. Then Susie and Melanie grabbed Bev and Kiri's
discarded clothes and wiped Anna's bottom dry.
"My clothes are in the other room!" Anna said, indicating the room
where the men now pleasured themselves upon Bev and Kiri.
"Here, wear Bill's shirt," Melanie said, picking up an article of
clothing that had not been used to wipe Anna's ass.
"And his pants," Susie said.
"Nooo," Melanie cried. "They're too big! She'll look like a hobo!"
"She can't walk around without pants!" Susie hissed.
"Well, let's see if Anna can give Kiri's Malaccan cane a little
workout," the girls suddenly heard Bill announce. They stared at each
other, frozen like rabbits. "Whipping her bottom is something I've never
gotten enough of either!" Bill cried.
"C'mon!" Susie shouted. With images of her escape from Elaine
flashing through her mind, she leapt up and grabbed Anna by the arm.
The brunette sat with a man's shirt draped over her shoulders,
seemingly unable to move. Anna's naked breasts jiggled alluringly as
Susie tried to rouse her from her stupor. "C'mon!" Susie cried again,
desperate. Melanie reached down and yanked at Anna's other arm.
Suddenly, as Bill's footfalls approached the door, Anna lurched upward.
She moaned. Her body was stiff and every muscle ached. The sound of a
Malaccan cane hitting the door frame behind them was heard. Bill
stepped through.
"Runnnn!" Melanie cried, and the appearance of Bill seemed to
clinch the decision for Anna. Despite the agony of her every movement,
she dashed from the room, with Susie and Melanie each holding her by
one of her arms.
In the forward section of the restaurant several Japanese waiters
and a waitress sat eating. In fact they had just returned from a quick
little fucking session of their own, and it had been their abandoned
teapot which Melanie had found. Now they sat about a table, the female
amongst them with her blouse open and wrinkled and looking as if she
had been worked over. For a moment the three waiters present gaped at
Anna, Susie, and Melanie, fancying that perhaps these three females too
could be made to submit to their rods.
Bill came dashing out behind the three girls. He was totally nude,
his balls and cock waggling as he ran. Melanie reached out and grabbed
the new pot of freshly brewed tea which now sat on the waiter's table.
This kettle had just been set out and its contents were near boiling.
Melanie turned. She sloshed the tea right onto Bill's loins.
"Yeeow!" Bill cried, stopping dead in his tracks. Martin came
running out right behind him, and Melanie cast the burning tea right on
Martin's prick too.
"YeeoooH!" Martin yelled, grabbing his dick. Melanie turned, and
saw the three Japanese waiters staring at her. She noticed the
condition of the girl with them.
"And that's for you!" Melanie cried, and poured the remains of the
kettle right in the lap of one of the waiters.
No sooner had Melanie scuttled after her friends than a cacophony
of Japanese curses arose and the three waiters, one lagging behind,
came running after the three American girls. Jed, his own cock
uninjured, followed closely.
Outside the restaurant Susie and Anna gained Bill's Porsche.
Susie brought the engine to life and Melanie scooted her bottom into the
car and slammed the door behind her. Jed, who had managed to pass the
waiters, leapt back as the door slammed shut. His naked prick had
nearly been caught in the door!
SCREEECH! The Porsche tore away from the curb. Jed stared after
it, surrounded by Japanese waiters screaming epithets. Martin and Bill
limped out of the restaurant, holding their balls, oblivious to all save
their own sense of mortality.
Chapter Sixteen
Three beautiful young women, however much they might forswear
men, are not to be found without them for long. God, after all, did not
invent rape for nothing. But Susie, Melanie, and Anna did not have to be
put through such a trial. Instead, having crossed out of Nevada, they
soon found themselves at a party hosted by an old schoolmate of Anna's.
"Now sit very straight, and stick your chest out," Anna advised
Melanie. "Here comes the spaghetti."
"But I don't want to eat spaghetti," Melanie whined.
"It's not for eating," Anna said. "It's to be put down your
swimsuit."
Susie gave a start, her own shock reflected by Melanie. That
damn Anna! She should have known that a girl who invited them to an
orgy in her back yard on their first visit to her house would pull a stunt
like this. Yet Susie found herself straightening up just as Anna had
told her to.
They were on a yacht, floating on the Great Salt Lake. In honor of
all three girls' first voyage upon the lake, a little ceremony was to be
had. Much like when one crosses the equator on a ship.
Anna, being first in line upon a bench, thrust out her bosom. Like
her two friends, she wore a bikini. Jill, a beautiful young woman and
Anna's school chum of yore, delicately pulled open the front of Anna's
bikini bra. Anna squealed as Jill ladled a big spoonful of sauce
drenched spaghetti into her bra. First one cup had spaghetti dumped
into it. Then, after refilling her ladle, Jill dumped spaghetti into the
other other cup. Anna wriggled.
"Feels awful, doesn't it?" Jill smiled.
"I look like I've had a breast enlargement!" Anna remarked, looking
down at her bulging bra. "And the Doc went too far!"
"Wait till you see what you look like with some in your panties,"
Jill said. The young woman bent lower and, pulling open the front of
Anna's bikini panties, she ladled a scoop of spaghetti into them. Anna
twisted in her seat. She looked down over her breasts. A big lump of
spaghetti was inside the front of her panties, making her look as if she
had men's loins! Anna blushed as she felt the spaghetti ooze down over
labia lips.
Melanie was too curious and mischievous to pass up what looked
like decadent fun. With wide eyes she watched Jill approach, then
followed the woman's finger to her bikini brasserie. A moment later
and the first of two lumps of spaghetti had been added to her little top.
"OOH! It's slimy...and cold!" Melanie said, wrenching herself
upward, delighting in the feel even as she hated it. Jill waited a
moment for Melanie to settle down, then pulled open the other half of
the girl's bikini bra. In went the second scoop. Melanie squealed and
wriggled again. Next Jill pulled open the front of the girl's bikini
panties. Melanie's pubic bush peeped up at her. In went the spaghetti.
Melanie let out a cry, and Jill left her.
Trapped on the yacht as she was, Susie could hardly refuse her
host's strange hospitality. Apparently this was what happened to every
girl on her maiden voyage on the Great Salt Lake. Susie watched with
trepidation as her own top was pulled open. A moment later she felt
the chilly spaghetti fall heavily upon her right breast.
"Oooh!" Susie said. She shivered.
"And now the other one," Jill said, as if feeding her spinach.
Again the heavy, slimy mass. Susie watched wide eyed as Jill's hand
dropped to the front of her panties. Jill's husband, holding the bucket
of spaghetti from which Jill refilled her ladle, watched with interested
eyes as the upper half of Susie's pubic thatch came into view.
SPLOOP! Suddenly, almost as quickly as it had been bared, Susie's
pubic mound was covered again, with spaghetti. Then Jill released the
front of Susie's panties and they snapped back, not quite touching her
tummy due to the slimy protuberance there.
"Feels wicked, doesn't it?" Melanie asked Susie.
"It's wilder than a wet T-shirt contest, that's for sure," Susie
said. "It looks like I've grown a penis!"
"Mmm, a big one too," Melanie remarked, gazing down at Susie's
crotch.
Susie's hair fluttered in a sudden breeze. Like the other girls, her
skin was soft and dry. None of them had gotten the least bit wet, or
even graced their limbs with the moisture of suntan lotion. Each of
them was as soft and dreamy as if she were about to be led to bed,
except, of course, in the matter of their bosoms and pussies, which now
were covered with wet, slimy, greasy feeling spaghetti. It was a
strange feeling.
Susie watched as Jill pulled open the front of her husband's tight
little swimsuit. With the bulge already in the man's trunks, Susie
wondered if the addition of spaghetti might not burst the man's briefs.
At least their hosts were kind enough to participate in the ceremony
themselves. In went the spaghetti, and the man's trunks bulged all the
more. Susie imagined that the growth in the bulge was not entirely due
to the mass of the spaghetti alone.
"You men! You don't have to get any of this stuff on your chests,"
Jill said to her husband, who was named Tom.
"Yeah, but then you girls get to keep us men from admiring the
full beauty of your chests," Tom said. Just then Jill glanced over her
shoulder as a large boat hove into view on the horizon.
"Oh! Look! He's out today after all," Jill said. "I thought he'd still
be in harbor due to that collision he had."
"It must not have been such a bad crash after all," Tom said.
"Dear, why don't you see if you can't pull us up next to him
without crashing into him yourself?" Jill asked. Tom's mouth fell open.
"Now? But I've got spaghetti in my trunks!"
"All our friends are probably there, Tom!" Jill said, her voice
breaking into a whine.
"I know! That's why I don't want to go!" Tom said.
"Well you just move along," Jill said, whacking Tom's butt with
her empty ladle, splattering a bit of excess spaghetti sauce on it.
"Perhaps some of the girls on board can help you get rid of that
spaghetti once we dock."
Reluctantly Tom climbed up to the pilot's house aboard the yacht.
He turned his boat toward the one on the horizon, cut in the engines, and
a moment later their yacht was speeding toward the new destination.
"I guess we've had a little change in plans," Jill said, sitting down
beside Anna. The four of them were sheltered from the wind by the
hold of the yacht as it cut across the water. They sat watching the
swells of the lake as they raced over them, unable to see the large ship
toward which they were heading.
"I notice your change in plans keeps you from having to get
spaghetti down your swimsuit," Anna said ruefully to Jill. "Is there any
way we can go and wash this off?"
"Why no, dear, you must keep your spaghetti," Jill said, smiling.
"All newcomers who board the Reliance must have spaghetti in their
swimsuits." Susie thought to herself. If the yacht they were on was
named the Puppy, then Reliance must be the big boat they were heading
toward.
The Puppy pulled up alongside Reliance several minutes later. It
was an odd sort of boat, with a pilot's house at the very back and a
long, flat deck extending out in front for what seemed the length of
half a football field. It looked like Reliance had once been tasked with
the mundane chore of hauling gravel. Now, however, the entire flat
portion of the deck had been built upon. Music and bright lights
emanated from rooms built upon the deck. Gay laughter could be heard.
The words "pleasure palace" flashed unbidden through Susie's mind.
A number of other small craft like the Puppy were already tied up
to the floating Reliance. Jill stood and cast a tow rope across the brief
span of water that now separated Puppy from Reliance. A second
female, with large bare breasts and a sailor's cap atop her head, caught
Jill's rope and tied it down to a post on Reliance's deck. Jill threw a
second rope to the capable sailor girl, and that was tied off as well. In
a minute Puppy was floating just inches from Reliance. The sailor girl
cast down a little wooden gangplank. Unfolded, the portable gangplank
provided a series of wooden steps leading up from the Puppy to the deck
of Reliance.
"All aboard that's going aboard," Jill called. Anna rose, then
Melanie, and finally, after expectant looks from both girls, Susie. One
by one the girls mounted the steps and gained the deck of Reliance. Jill
and Tom followed close behind.
"Playing with the spaghetti, Tom?" the sailor girl asked.
"Yeah, but you can scoop it out for me," Tom said.
"Sorry, I've got work to do," the sailor girl said. Another boat was
already approaching.
To the mortification of the girls they were led through a doorway
into what proved to be a rather large restaurant. A young female
hostess, casually attired, greeted them warmly. Beyond couples in
swimsuits sat eating Lobster and Crab. Quite a few eyes turned to look
at the girls as they were led to a table, the ends of the spaghetti
sticking lewdly out the bottom of their bras and panties, making
unsightly bulges in their bikinis. They were seated in cushioned chairs
and a waitress appeared to take their order.
As Susie glanced around she noticed that some of the female
diners were topless. She felt a slight sense of relief. At least she
wasn't topless! Still, she had been in private places where women felt
free to go topless before. Usually her own top didn't seem to stay on
for very long in such circumstances. Susie squirmed in her chair
apprehensively. The spaghetti felt cold.
D R E A M G I R L S N E W S
HOLY JOE PRACTISES
his math
Recently on a.s.s. llori@aol.com wrote: Òpedophilia. You can't go
anyplace on the net without running into these sick nuts.Ó
Now, let me see, we have been locking up pedophiles (and throwing
away the key) for about 23 years. Yet the net is full of pedophiles,
DESPITE all the pedophiles who are offline because they are in prison.
Hence, THE WORLD IS FULL OF PEDOPHILES. This is the only answer that a
human being can logically arrive at. This answer is validated, by the way,
in the July 3rd issue of Time: ÒPorn is immensely popular.Ó ÒThe biggest
demand is not for hard-core sex pictures but for ÔdeviantÕ material
including pedophilia.Ó (pg. 40, 41, quotes around ÔdeviantÕ put in by TIME.)
For those slow-witted people who read a.s.s., let me repeat: In a
survey of sex online, pedophilia (nude photos of children) was at the top of
the list in popularity. And what was second on the list? Nude photos of
underage teenagers. The rest of the list is described by Time as Òa grab
bag of ÔdeviantÕ material (pg. 40).Ó So, as you can see, pedophilia is FAR
AHEAD of all other categories in terms of popularity. Yet America has
been locking up pedophiles very vigorously for two decades. Let me assure
you, it is not the pedophiles in prison who are doing all the downloads of
naked children.
IÕm sure youÕve heard the phrase, ÒQueer Nation.Ó In fact, though,
homosexuals make up only one percent of the population. We can, however,
say truthfully, based on the factual evidence given above, that AMERICA IS
A PEDOPHILE NATION. Next time you want to do something about
Òeliminating child abuse,Ó lock up YOURSELF. Quit trying to lock up your
neighbor.
D R E A M G I R L S L E T T E R S
ÒWhy beholdest thou the speck that is in thy brotherÕs eye, but
considerest not the beam that is in thine own eye?Ó -- Jesus Christ
(Matthew 7:3)
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