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Issue No. 68
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Desire Isle
Chapter Ten
Miriam took Melanie's gloved hand and led her over to a sumptuous
couch. A little square of lace had been laid on the couch, and Miriam
seated Melanie on the lace. Candy was led over by a man, who seated her
also on a lace square on the couch. Miriam then loosened the ties of
Melanie's camisole at the top, where it covered her boobies. She worked
the camisole open until Melanie's breasts were fully exposed. At the base
of the camisole, it was still tied tightly across Melanie's tummy, just
above her navel. Miriam then loosened the Candy's camisole.
A woman stepped forward. She pointed to Candy. "I want her nude on
the bed," the woman said. Miriam nodded. She made Candy rise, and told
her she must not masturbate. Then Miriam ordered Melanie to begin
arousing herself.
Melanie looked up at the strange sea of faces. She sat before them,
breasts bared, pussy open between her spread thighs. How could she
possibly play with herself before these people? Miriam ordered her once
more to begin, and still Melanie just stared back at her, unmoving.
A riding crop was produced and placed in Miriam's hand. Melanie's
eyes bulged. She knew if she didn't start at the wicked task assigned her
Miriam would show no hesitation in beating her about the face and
shoulders with the crop until she obeyed. Tentatively, her teeth biting her
lower lip, Melanie drew a finger across her nipples. Miriam moved the
hand that held the crop. Melanie winced. She took her breasts in her hands
as best she could and squeezed them. She twiddled the nipples between
her fingers. She lowered her head and licked the nipples. Then she looked
up again, hoping that would be all that was required. It wasn't.
Melanie dropped a hand to her crotch. She traced the outline of her
pussy lips with her fingertips. Uneasily she snaked her fingers inside. It
felt odd, pleasuring herself with gloved hands, still wearing her little
booties, her stockings pulled tightly up her thighs and held in place by the
virgin white garters. Melanie steeled herself and worked at her pussy
more assiduously. Despite her recalcitrance, she felt the first wave of
cum-laden pleasure wash over her. With greater vigor, all under the
watchful eye of Miriam and the guests, she played with herself. A small
moan escaped her. Poor Candy! She was watching all this, knowing her
turn must come next!
Chapter Eleven
"Are you decent?" Rob called out gallantly.
"In a manner of speaking," came the girls' petulant reply. Rob opened
the bedroom door and invaded their sanctuary. Amidst the plush, ornate
furniture of the bedroom the girls stood in their bikinis.
"Well, what do you think of your little presents?" Rob asked. Candy
tugged at the seat of her bikini bottom.
"Mine doesn't cover my bottom at all," Candy whined. Rob strode
around behind her and solicitously inspected her heinie.
"My, I guess the French tailors must have made a mistake in the
measurements," Rob said.
"Our bikinis come all the way from France?" Melanie asked. She
wriggled as she attempted to get more of her own derriere within the seat
of her panties.
"Yes, they were prepared while we slept and Fed. Exed over," Rob
replied. "Why do you think Renoir had you measure each other last night,
for his lewd enjoyment? No, it was so these might be purchased for you,
from the finest swim shop in Paris. Although, (and here he walked around
behind Melanie) I dare say, it won't be so highly regarded once word gets
out of this mistake!"
"Come on," Melanie said. "You ordered these specially made this way.
Mine doesn't cover my bottom any better than hers does. And look at our
bras." With a plaintive look Melanie lifted her long-nailed fingertips to
the cones of her breasts. Her areolaes were encased in the cups of her
bra, but little else.
"Well, the French have never been known for their modesty," Rob
mused. Renoir entered the room.
"My, you girls look like you just stepped off a beach in France,"
Renoir said with an admiring grin.
"That's the problem," Candy replied.
"Did I hear you complaining of the bras?" Renoir asked. He lifted a
hand to Candy's nearest bra cup and slipped a finger beneath it. He tugged
at the fabric, testing its resiliency. "Truly, I have seen bra cups twice as
small as this! Look, at least half of the cone of your breast is covered,
and that is the part that matters, is it not? So what if the base of each
breast is left bare? See how white the skin is there. You could use a tan."
"All of me is white when it comes to my breasts," Candy said.
"So now, if you play in the sun long enough, only the tips of your
breasts will be white," Renoir replied. "Rome wasn't built in a day."
"If it wasn't for stupid American laws we could go topless," Melanie
said with a sophisticated air.
"Would you enjoy that?" Rob asked, touching a finger to the slim tie-
back that held up her top.
"No, that's O.K.," Melanie said, shrinking back. "Bottomless is enough
for me." She turned about and walked away. The cheeks of her bare
bottom jiggled whitely as she walked, mooning all who cared to look.
Melanie stopped in front of a mirror and picked up a wooden hairbrush. She
began running it over her lustrous mane. Rob, watching, dreamed of other
uses the brush might be put to.
Renoir was still parlaying with Candy. "My, you two are quite
modest, for a pair of whores."
"We're not really whores," Melanie said, turning about to face her
companions once more. Rob drifted toward her. A bulge had grown in his
pants, at the crotch. "We're just pretending to be."
"Well, will you accept pretend money then?" Renoir asked. He still
was lightly fingering the edge of Candy's bikini top, along the side of her
right breast.
"No," Candy said firmly, her voice high-pitched but resolute. She
presented the palm of her hand. "It's time you paid up for your night of
fun, making us do all those naughty things. $5,000 each!" Renoir looked
down at her open palm and gave a sigh.
"Between those mini-purses you girls sport and your little bikinis, I
hardly think you'd have any place to put such a sum as that," Renoir
protested.
"That's our problem," Candy replied. In the background Rob brushed
up against Melanie. He passed an arm about her slim shoulders and let the
protuberance in his crotch brush against her thigh. Melanie looked up at
him with wide eyes as he slouched his large frame about her, perching his
butt on the countertop that ran beneath the mirror behind her. She felt
helpless in his grasp.
"I only have pennies," Renoir continued, to a muted howl and a pout
from Candy. "Ah well, I see it's no use," Renoir concluded with a diffident
sigh. "I shall fetch the cash."
Melanie squirmed as Rick's hot breath fell on her cheek. She twisted
her hands, the hairbrush still between them. "And how much will you
charge for a day at the beach?" Rob asked.
"Well, I guess we could go for free," Melanie peeped.
"Nothing doing!" Candy said, spinning on her heels. She padded with
firm feet across the thick pile carpet to where Rob was encroaching on
her friend. "For you the price will be even higher, $10,000!"
"For each of you?" Rob asked with a gasp. Was it feigned or real,
Melanie wondered. Candy placed her hands on her hips. She gave her head a
toss, flinging back her long red hair.
"We're expensive," Candy said. "Especially for guys who can't keep
their hands to themselves." She let her eyes fall to Rick's enlarged crotch
in a meaningful way.
Renoir re-entered the room with a briefcase. Both girls turned their
gaze to him as he set it down on a dressing table with a thud. He sprang
the lid, and both girls gasped. Inside were stacks of dollar bills, each
neatly bound. Renoir wrenched the briefcase upward. The cash spilled out
of it onto the carpeted floor. "Here you are girls, $100,000," Renoir said.
"Take as much of it as you can carry."
Dazedly, as if in slow motion, Candy and Melanie advanced with awe-
struck eyes toward the pile of dollars. When they reached it they sank
down onto the deep rug. Oodles of money lay before them, much more than
they had ever seen in their entire life! Each stack of bills was crisp and
new. Candy lifted a stack and ripped off its protective band. She rifled
the bills. She looked at Melanie, and they shared a smile. A gurgle of joy
rose in each girl's throat. "We're rich!" the girls cried.
Rob and Renoir stood admiring the scantily clad girls as they played
in the dollars. Lovingly Candy and Melanie ran their hands over the bills.
Candy ripped open several more stacks. Melanie pitched forward and began
trying to swim in the money. She kicked up her heels. "Look! I'm Unca
Scooge!" Melanie cried gleefully to Candy. Unlike the Disney duck,
however, Melanie's nearly-bare bottom made for a much more delectable
dip. Renoir and Rob exchanged glances.
Renoir cleared his throat, interrupting the girls' reverie. "Girls," he
said, as they looked up at him. "Rob would like to go to the beach now. I
believe he's paid in advance?" Candy stuffed a wad of $100 dollar bills
into the abbreviated cup of her bikini bra. The nylon bulged out, looking as
if it had been stuffed by a girl who didn't realize her breasts were already
quite big enough. The mound of bills left the bra cup even less able to
cover her flesh.
"Stuff your bra, Melanie!" Candy crowed. "Today I'm going to the
beach loaded!"
"Mmm, think of all the ice cream we can buy!" Melanie agreed,
imitating her friend by padding out her own bustline with cash. Renoir and
Rob exchanged glances as they watched the girls. Surely this delightful
scene was worth every penny! Their bras loaded (indeed, overloaded!) the
two girls began pushing wads of bills into their teensy bikini panties.
"Now I know why you men made us put on panties that are too small,"
Melanie said ruefully as she stuffed as many bills as she could behind the
strip of fabric that covered her asscrack. No doubt her panties could have
held several grand more if only they'd been bigger! Candy stuffed handfuls
of bills down the front of her bikini bottom, where the freshly minted
bills' sharp corners tickled her pussy.
"At least this money is clean," Candy said.
"Yes, its all been laundered," Renoir said with a wink to Rob.
The girls looked like cartoons of greed as they were lifted to their
feet several minutes later by the men. Longingly they gazed down at the
money that remained, but knew they could carry no more. Their bikinis
were insanely distorted by the loads of cash.
"Uh, I don't think we can go to the beach looking like this," Melanie
said. Rob and Renoir each chuckled.
"How do you know you actually got your full fee?" Renoir asked.
"There's still a lot of money left on the carpet."
"Hey, that's right!" Candy cried. "We may have more than $20,000 on
us, Melanie, but we may not either! These are only hundred dollar bills!"
Rob had stepped back to the closet and returned with Candy's mink coat.
She was clutching a pile of money in each arm, so he just draped the coat
over her small shoulders. Then he stepped around in front and silently
buttoned the coat up.
"A little Eskimo. A wealthy little Eskimo," Renoir observed of Candy
when Rob had finished securing the mink around her. The sides of the coat
bulged out from the money. Candy's arms were concealed inside.
Fashionably, the mink had no pockets, so using it to carry even more money
was out of the question. "You girls can count your money back at your
hotel room," Renoir said. "If you're short, we'll make up the difference. If
not, keep the change." Melanie was outfitted in her mink in turn. Then Rob
fetched new heels for the girls, which he said had been sent along with
the bikinis.
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Review: ÒWhen the temptation to masturbate is strong, yell STOP to
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masturbate, think of having to bathe in a tub of worms, and eat several of
them as you do the act (pg. 25).Ó
This zine explores Internet culture, particularly that aspect of it
that Senator Exon would like to ban. The lines quoted above are from the
Mormons. Perhaps Senator Exon, if he is disturbed by them, should start
by banning the Mormons. (Hey, itÕs been tried before. It might work this
time!)
Besides masturbation, thereÕs ÒLolitaWatch,Ó (sorry, postal
inspectors, youÕll have to buy the magazine to find out what thatÕs about!)
as well as photos of naked females.
Newsgroups are profiled, including alt.sex.plushies. ÒHow can I
clean a plushie without damaging it?Ó is asked (page 17). (Use Windex,
the window cleaning solution.) (Figured IÕd spare the plush-fuckers having
to send in THEIR money...)
A condom is also profiled (pg. 15). The Avanti brand is recommended
for the man who needs Òa very big condom, made for larger men.Ó
There is also information on the ever-valuable newsgroup
alt.sex.prostitution, plus many other newsgroups, and two fictional
stories. One is about a near-future in which a police state is able to use
the Net to dominate our lives. The other satirizes, quite enjoyably,
government attempts to criminalize certain strings of 1Õs and 0Õs on the
Net. (After all, Rome fell because somebody saw a 17-year-old naked.)
Now, on to important matters! The type in this magazine is too
small. I tried to read my own contribution (an article from Fuck Decency),
and I could not finish reading it for fear of going blind, the type was that
small! Most of the other type in this zine is large enough to be read, but
even then it is probably not above 6 points in size. Even the price of this
zine, on the cover, was printed in extremely small type! For this zine to
succeed (in my opinion) it needs to adopt a standard, regularized typeface
that is used throughout the magazine. I realize there is a space problem if
this is done (I wouldnÕt want to see any of those juicy 900 ads dropped),
but printing type too small for anyone to read means, in effect, nothing
gets read! Fortunately most of this zine is just (barely) readable. But
there is white type printed on a black background, then (later) black type
printed on a white background, plus a layout that consists of arrows being
drawn by the layout department (?) on various pages to point the reader on
his way. -------> HereÕs the next sentence, friends! (Post-modern
layout, I guess.)
I love the full page ad on the back cover of this zine. I wouldnÕt have
seen it, probably, but the front cover was so revolting that I finally had to
flip the zine over. I realize I sound like IÕm being mean. But IÕm not!
HereÕs what happened. I laid this magazine (cover up) on top of a box in my
living room. And, all day, I kept walking past this magazine. At first I
just kind of ÔavoidedÕ looking at the cover. Finally I couldnÕt stand it
anymore and I literally had to stop and turn it over! Now, when you see
this cover, you will probably not find it the least bit revolting. But I did.
Fortunately, the ad on the back is alluring and creative, while the front
cover is just crass smut.
Oh, yeah. There is a two and a half page comic in the back of this
zine. I donÕt know about the story, but the art is atrocious. IÕd rather have
two more pages of telemarketing ads.
Overall, I found this magazine to be quite useful and interesting
reading. Basically, the publishers downloaded the most interesting
reading that they found on the Net and reprinted it in their zine. As you
know, there is tons of garbage on the Net. Well, this zine is very handy
because the publishers of this zine do all the work for you. They select
very interesting bits from the ÔforbiddenÕ parts of the Net and reprint
them. I have only begun to explore this issue, and even as I type this
review I am finding that there is interesting reading on every page. Just
now I am reading how some guy sticks a plastic bag full of lubricant
between the mattress and box spring of his bed and jerks off inside it!
Amazing! (This was reprinted from the newsgroup alt.sex.masturbation).
IÕll leave you with a portion of a cute little vignette and encourage you to
buy this zine since, even as I sit here, it seems to be getting more
interesting by the minute!
ÒWhen I was growing up, I had a good friend named Terry. He was a
couple of years older than me. ...One time we decided to play strip ping
pong. It sounds dumb now but it made you want to win. It got to be a
regular thing. We would both end up nude, and then we would swing on the
water pipes nude [in TerryÕs basement.] He would always end up hard...
(pg. 8).Ó
AND IN THE END...
CDAÕS AUTHORS VERIFIED BY TIME
Ò...the Communications Decency Act -- the Christian CoalitionÕs
attempt to remove pornography from the Internet.Ó - Time, April 1, 1996,
pg. 53
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