Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
No. 50    Friday    July 14, 1995  
alt.stories.erotic  alt.sex.stories

D R E A M G I R L S  S T O R I E S
Bubblegum Bondage
Part Eighteen
by Andrew Roller

Chapter Fourteen  

         Martin, who had dutifully seen to the pleasure of the girls, was 
now ready for his own.  His balls churning with a desire to release their 
amorous load, he pulled his fingers from the rumps of Anna and Susie.
         POP!  POP!  in a squishy way, came the sound of Martin's index 
fingers as he pulled them free of the nether sheaths.  Bev rose and 
picked up the discarded towels which had been used to wash the girls' 
faces.  She wiped Martin's fingers clean with them.
         Martin rose.  Susie looked up to see his big, veined penis waggling 
over her.  Martin reached down and seized Susie by the shoulders.  
Without even asking her leave, he picked her up so that she stood 
wobbling on the grass.
         "Oil up my prick for me so that I can fuck your bottom," Martin 
said to Susie.  The girl looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, 
hoping she'd heard wrong.
         "Cup your hands, darling," Bev insisted, and when Susie, with 
much hesitation, had done so, Bev squirted a pool of oil into the girl's 
palms.  
         Wondering what else a handful of oil might be put to even as 
Martin's rod dove into the pool formed by her palms, Susie found herself 
greasing up the man's rod for her anal debauchment.  For a moment 
Susie just looked down at the penis as it pushed head first through her 
little pool.  Then, when the underside and head of Martin's penis had 
been pretty well wet down, Susie found her hands slip up around the 
knobby shaft to rub oil over the rest of it.  For several minutes she and 
the man just stood there, Bev watching intently and encouraging Susie, 
as the blonde rubbed down the man's dick.  Bev added more oil, squirting 
it right onto the top of Martin's head and shaft, as the warmth of 
Susie's hands and the surrounding air threatened to dry the first 
application.  Soon Martin's rod was coated with several layers of oil.  It 
gleamed upon his rod, it dripped from it in large globules, it felt 
incredibly warm and sexy upon his skin and Susie's hands.  Martin, his 
own hands caressing Susie's shoulders, suddenly trembled violently.  He 
drew in his breath and shuddered.  Susie prayed for a spurting of his 
sperm but he manfully withheld it.  Letting the air escape slowly from 
his lungs, Martin breathed a sigh of relief even as his loins quivered 
with a new spasm of arousal.  The time was ripe.  He could wait no 
longer.
         "Kneel right on the edge of the mattress, with your bottom facing 
in toward the center of the mattress," Martin said gruffly.  He was 
eager to spend.  Delicately Susie separated herself from him and knelt.  
Bev placed a dry towel on the grass in front of her.  Then Martin pushed 
Susie's head down until it came to rest upon the towel.  Her bottom 
reared high into the air, head on the grass (protected by the towel), 
knees on the mattress.  What a posture!  Her bottom was totally 
vulnerable, available to whatever plans Martin's penis might have in 
store for it.  Her anus, already wet, felt the afternoon air wash against 
it.  Bev leaned over Susie's bottom and depressed the top on her bottle 
of oil.  A droplet fell from the bottle's little faucet onto Susie's 
exposed anus.
         "Just making sure you're ready, dear," Bev said.  She squirted 
another drop onto Susie's anus, then cast aside the bottle.  The droplets 
were not rubbed in, but allowed to sink of their own accord into Susie's 
rectum.
         Martin knelt behind Susie on the mattress.  He fitted his knees 
between her calves.  The head of his penis nudged her bottom.
         "That's what you'll be doing as soon as I get my strength back," 
Bill said to Anna, who now nestled in his arms.  He put his finger to 
Anna's lips and she permitted it to enter to the first knuckle.  She 
sucked upon it.
         Bev knelt on the grass facing Susie's upthrust back.  She settled 
her pussy upon the back of the girl's head, relishing the feel of Susie's 
lemon locks as they tickled her cunt.  Bev's labia lips had been wet by 
Susie's tongue, now they would be dried by the blonde's hair!  Bev leaned 
forward and grasped Susie's butt cheeks with her long nailed fingers.  
She clawed the twin hemispheres apart, opening Susie's anus fully to 
the impending assault.  Susie shivered.
         "Unh!" Susie cried, sounding like she was having a baby.  Instead, 
however, something was going up her, rather than coming out.  The head 
of Martin's penis gained the inside of her rectum.  Eagerly he shoved 
himself up her even further, burying a quarter of his shaft.
         "Please!" Susie mewed, but there was no dislodging the prick.  In 
fact, her imprecation only served to inspire Martin to push all the more.  
Up his penis went, rudely impaling the poor girl despite a string of 
pleas which she issued for him to stop.  Anna sucked all the harder upon 
Bill's finger.
         "Get Melanie down here, I want to fuck both of them at once," 
Martin yelled.  
         "Greedy bastard," Bill said.  Melanie made not a move, but 
pretended to be preoccupied with filming Susie's anal desecration.
         "Melanie!" Bev said sternly.  With some trepidation the nude girl 
stepped from behind the camera.  She crossed her arms over her 
breasts.  "You heard Martin," Bev said to Melanie.  "Come here and kneel 
so that I may prepare your route for him."  With mincing steps Melanie 
came forward and knelt down.
         Martin looked to his side to watch Bev anoint Melanie's anus.  
Droplets of oil were squirted onto the girl's puckered rose.  But Melanie 
would need a more thorough preparation than that...she had not had the 
benefit of Martin's finger.  Anna was called over.  Bev told Anna to stick 
her finger into Melanie's bottom to push the oil on her anus all the way 
up the length of her rectum.
         "Ohh, I couldn't!" Anna said, shocked at the request.  Bill picked up 
his belt.  
         WHACK! came the belt across Anna's bottom, so unexpected, her 
gaze being fixed on Melanie's nether aperture.  Anna jumped and put her 
hands to her bottom.  Shocked a second time in less than a minute, she 
looked over her shoulder at her husband.
         "Do it," Bill growled.  Fearfully Anna removed her hands from her 
own bottom and, very delicately, stuck a finger into Melanie's.
         "OOOh!" Melanie gushed.
         "I'm sorry!  Am I hurting you?" Anna asked, alarmed.  Without 
drawing her finger out (though she did pull it back a bit), Anna stroked 
Melanie's long hair.
         "Noooo, but it feels funny," Melanie sighed.  
         "Well, I'll try to be as gentle as possible," Anna said, with a 
hopeful glance at Bev.  The woman's face was implacable.  She, 
certainly, was no stranger to rectal entry.  Anna bit her lip and 
returned her eyes to the no less frightening sight of Melanie's bottom.
         "In and out, just like Martin did to you," Bev advised Anna.  Bill 
stood behind her, ready with the belt.  He leaned over his wife's 
shoulder to watch her finger fuck Melanie.  Slowly Anna began delving 
in and out of Melanie's tight little heinie with her finger.  She prayed 
her long, sharp fingernail would not injure the girl's anus.
         "Oooch, Oooch, Oooch," Melanie said with a dreamy voice.  Her long 
hair lay in a cloud over her face.  
         "Keep going," Bill said to Anna when she seemed to want to stop.  
Anna brushed her own hair from her forehead and kept up the task.  Bev 
squirted in more oil as needed.  Beyond Susie moaned as Martin worked 
himself toward orgasm in her ass.
         "AUUGH!  Let me at her!" Martin cried suddenly.  His tool popped 
from Susie's bottom.  It seemed to steam with vaporizing oil and pre-
cum.  He kneed his way over to Melanie and Anna gratefully withdrew 
her digit.  No sooner had she done so than Bill drove in with his cock.
         "OOOOK!" Melanie squealed, her cry ending in a little sob.  Up 
Martin drove, with little regard for the poor girl due to his impending 
orgasm.  He had to get all the way up her before he spilled!  Melanie, 
unable to withstand the onslaught, began kneeing her way forward.  Bev 
let out a scream of both delight and dismay as Melanie crawled 
forward, her face scraping across the soft grass as Bill kneed forward 
right along with her, his pestle halfway up her ass.  Susie lifted her 
head and brushed back her hair.  Her face nestled back into her towel 
and she watched with a slight smile of amusement as her friend tried 
to escape the manly prong.  Saliva drooled from the corner of Susie's 
mouth onto her pink towel.
         Bev chased after Melanie and managed to get in front of the girl.  
She straddled the girl's head and clamped it between her thighs, 
lowering her labia in the process to the back of Melanie's head.  Then 
she leaned forward and, just as she had done for Susie, she pried 
Melanie's asscheeks apart with her hands.  Martin gave a groan of relief 
and nestled his loins into Melanie's bottom.  His dick drove deeper.
         "OOOOOH!" Melanie screamed.  Her hands scrabbled across the 
grass as the inevitable impalement continued.  A moment later and 
Martin was as far in as he could get, with three quarters of his penis 
buried up her delectable arse.  
         "AHHHHH!" Martin shouted, expelling his breath as he did so.  
Impulsively Anna broke from the caresses of her husband and ran to 
Martin.  She knelt down beside him and clasped his testicles in her 
little hands.  She squeezed them encouragingly.  Her bottom bulbed out 
and Bill whacked it with his belt.  
         "OOOH!" Anna cried, looking fearfully back over her shoulder but 
not letting go of Martin's balls.  She was determined to empty this man, 
to win a reprieve for her own bottom.
         "Let go!  I can't hold it!" Martin shouted, without looking back, to 
Anna.  But she would not release him.  Again the belt came to her 
bottom.
         "Uhn, Uhn, Uhnnn!" Martin grunted, and Melanie felt his seed begin 
shooting forth.  Each squirt of semen was accompanied by a thrust of 
his rod up her rectum.  After quite a few of these he finally pulled out, 
and Melanie let her legs slide out from under her to collapse on the 
grass.  Bev, who had been rubbing her cunt upon the girl's head, gave 
several final wriggles with her hips and sprinkled her essence upon the 
girl's auburn mane.  Martin fell sideways into the grass.  Bill dropped 
his belt and knelt behind his wife and palmed her derriere, made warm 
by the belt.  
         Susie let her hips drop to the mattress and curled up in a fetal 
position.  With glazed eyes she watched her companions as they fell 
exhausted from their pleasures.  Only Bill and Anna remained erect, 
kneeling in the grass, Bill's hands at Anna's bottom.  Anna looked back 
at her husband and he leaned forward and engaged her in a kiss, all the 
while palming her bottom.
         A bit later Melanie rose and announced she had to go to the 
bathroom.  Bill and Anna were lying on the grass embracing and Bill 
called Melanie over to them.
         "Anna has such beautiful hair, I'm sure even you must be a little 
bit jealous," Bill said to Melanie.
         "I like my hair," Melanie said.  It was brown and lanky and she 
gave it a swish though the air with youthful exuberance.  "But Anna's 
hair is gorgeous."
         "That's why I want you to pee on it," Bill said.
         "What?!"  Anna cried.  Bill put both hands on his wife's shoulders.  
He sat her up in the grass.  
         "Straddle Anna and pee," Bill commanded Melanie.
         "But I have to do both number one and number two," Melanie 
protested.  Nonetheless, perhaps feeling mischievous, she spread her 
legs and arched her hips over Anna even as she spoke.
         "Do your number one first, then your number two," Bill said with 
gentle eyes to Melanie, as if advising the girl on gymnastics or 
swimming or some other everyday subject.
         "Yes, sir," Melanie said, as if to pin the blame for the whole affair 
squarely on Bill, should there be repercussions later.  In fact, the young 
girl was feeling delightfully wicked at the thought of peeing on Anna.  
She would show that cool, demure, sophisticated bitch!          Now it 
was time for the revenge of the immature little girls!
         With a gleeful giggle, hands at her chin, Melanie let loose with a 
sprinkle of golden pee.  She had been feeling an urge for quite some 
time, but reluctant to be the first to express it.  After all, that would 
have only pinned the "little girl" label even more fully upon her.  But 
now she had expressed her need, and it came out in a royal gush.
         Anna's face registered shock at first, then turned to a resigned 
smile as her husband studied her reaction intently.  Rivulets of golden 
pee ran off her otherwise dry locks, falling to splatter her thrusting 
breasts with tiny, sparkling droplets.
         As the last drops fell Bill commanded Melanie to do her number 
two.
         "It's coming out already, sir," Melanie said, looking back over her 
shoulder and sticking out her bottom more, going into a partial crouch 
to help the shit slide out.  Bev and Martin, cuddled into each other's 
arms by now, watched in stunned silence as they got a front row (from 
the rear, that is) seat of Melanie's first turd poking its head from 
between her cheeks.
         PLOP! went the first turd, with a sickening thud upon poor Anna's 
head.  The woman's face had slipped back to a look of shock.  PLOP!  
PLOP! came two more turds in rapid succession.  Another followed, and 
then Melanie stood.
         "I'm done, sir," Melanie said, her legs still in a vee over Anna.
         "So soon?" Bill asked.  He turned and looked over his shoulder at 
Susie.  She was still curled up, half on the mattress, half on the grass.
         "Do you have to go?" Bill asked bluntly.  
         "I guess so," Susie said, and rose.  With shy eyes she walked over 
to Anna.  There was an exaggerated wiggle in her walk from the ordeal 
her bottom had suffered.  
         Susie straddled Anna, bent forward, and placed her hands on the 
front of Anna's head, ignoring the wetness there.  She was secretly 
eager to defecate and urinate on this competitor.  What fun!  Shitting on 
proud Anna as if she were nothing but a toilet!  
         Strangely, it took a moment for Susie's pee to come.  Bill had to 
reach up and tickle her between her thighs.  A moment and a few 
giggles later, Bill drew back his fingers quickly as Susie began 
sprinkling.  A second later Susie looked over her shoulder and tried to 
catch a glimpse of the first of her turds as they exuded from her 
bottom.  
         PLOP!  PLOP!  PLOP!  went each of the turds in turn, hitting Anna 
near the back of her head and then oozing down over her lovely mane.  
Sliding off the end of her mane, the turds plopped onto the rondure of 
her bottom.
         When Susie had finished she straightened her back and lifted her 
right leg and unhorsed herself from her makeshift toilet.  She sat her 
soiled bottom in the soft grass.  Melanie was next to her, also sitting 
now.  They exchanged naughty glances.  The sun felt warm upon their 
bodies.
         Bill rose from where he had been sitting, in front of his wife.  His 
penis was partially hard again, and he put his hand to its head.  
Suddenly his pee spurted forth, showering his wife.  He directed the 
stream right into her face.
         Martin rose from where he had lain caressing his wife.  He went 
to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine.  He uncorked it over his 
wife, giving her body the first taste of the ambrosia.  Then, his own 
penis regaining its stiffness, perhaps from the utter lewdness of 
events, he walked over to Anna.
         "Not you too?" Anna asked in alarm.  
         "Yes, me too," Martin said.  "And as it's coming out more will be 
coming in, so watch out!"  He began pouring wine into his mouth even as 
his pee gushed forth to splash Anna.  He glugged down the wine, all the 
while wriggling his hips to cast loops of pee over Anna's entire torso.  
Her face was hit, her breasts, her tummy, even the thatch of her pussy.
         Bev rose from her place on the grass as Martin finished.  She 
walked up and crouched over her friend.
         "I'm sorry, but this looks too fun to ignore," Bev said to Anna.  The 
woman leaned forward and sprinkled her own pee on the girl.  Anna 
looked shocked and upset.  Never in her life had she thought she would 
be subjected to this!  And the fucking of her bottom was still to come!
         "Where shall I pee?" Anna asked when Bev was done.
         "Oh, yes!  Of course!" Bill crowed.  Bev, feeling a need for fair 
play, was about to offer herself when Bill called out to Susie and 
Melanie.  A startled look came over the faces of both girls and they 
leapt up and ran for the pool.  
         Susie and Melanie had nearly made good their escape when Bill 
and Martin managed to capture them right on the precipitous edge of the 
pool.  Kicking and screaming, both girls were dragged back to where a 
soiled Anna waited with eager eyes.  
         "I only wish I had to do number two," Anna said ruefully.
         "Castor oil!"  Bill said.  He told Bev to run into the house and 
procure a bottle of the fluid from the medicine cabinet.  
         "And bring some ropes, too, these girls are being difficult!" Martin 
called.
         "Will pantyhose do?" Bev asked a moment later, reappearing with 
some of Anna's hose.  
         "Oh, not my fishnet stockings!" Anna cried.

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

PROTECT THE CHILDREN?
AmericaÕs Yuppies CouldnÕt Care Less
by holy joe

         From Newsweek:  ÒNot long ago, 9-year-old Sidbela Zimic, who had 
blond hair to her waist...stepped into the tiny playground behind her 
apartment building when a shell landed, killing her and three other 
children.  A day later, another playground took a direct hit -- two more 
dead kids.
         ÒIn the cityÕs back alleyÕs, children play a game called ÔThe U.N., the 
aid worker and the victim.Õ  One kid falls down from an imaginary blast, a 
second runs to help him, and the ÔU.N.Õ stands by and watches.Ó  (July 17, 
1995, pg. 32.)

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

         ÒFor they say, and do not.Ó  -- Jesus Christ (Matthew 23:3)

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