Message-ID: <6328eli$9712121556@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: 15 Bikini Brigade part 15 of 22 (NND) dec13 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: roller39@IDT.NET Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <348EFFA2.157D@idt.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- PROBLEMS? Please try viewing this with Netscape Navigator. --------------------------------------------------------------- _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in BIKINI BRIGADE _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ Chapter Fifteen Tommy had tracked marshmellow goo into his hole under the marsh. But he didn’t notice. He was too busy trying to assemble a new gun for himself. He pounded furiously on a length of metal with a shorter piece of metal. His hair was a mess. It had dried two days earlier with goo in it, and he hadn’t combed it or washed it since. He still wore the same clothes, now dried, that he’d fallen into the marsh with. “Those dratted ladies!” Tommy muttered. “I’ll blast all four of them to Kingdom Come! Especially that tall one. And the others too, including that lady who had no hair on her head. Who ever heard of a lady with no hair on her head?” Tommy continued working. He thought of building a net, too, when his gun was finished. He’d try to use it to trap an eclair. It would be easier, finding the women, if he could ride high above Candyland, on the back of an eclair, looking for them. But the problem, of course, was that even if he managed to trap an eclair, and get on its back, and then get the net off it (if he used a net), how would he control the damn thing? “If I could just make reins for it, and a bit,” Tommy said to himself, still pounding on the piece of metal. “Then I might control it. Or if I had a big clump of grass, maybe, on the end of a fishing pole. I could sit on its back and dangle the grass in front of it. Then it would fly in whatever direction I moved the grass...” It was an absurd-sounding idea, but then so was the idea of shooting marshmellow goop out of a gun. “The Nudie Brigade?” Pauline asked me. “Huh?” I replied. We had found my flying lollipop and we were dragging it, together, up out of the surf. On the beach lay my gun. It was squirting cream, at the moment, but I hoped if I kept pulling its trigger that it would eventually start squirting marshmellow goop again. The cream looked nice, coming out of the gun, but it wasn’t sticky, like the marshmellow goop was. It was like being armed with a water pistol. “The Nudie Brigade?” Pauline asked me again. “Omigosh!” I cried. I suddenly realized I was totally naked. I leapt up from where I’d been standing, hunched over the lollipop. I clapped my hands over my breasts. Then, realizing my pubis was bare, I put my hands over it, only to leave my tits hanging free, like women you see in Polynesia. I gazed out across the Sea of Cream, wondering where my bikini was. I’d lost it somewhere, falling from the sky. Thinking back, I remembered my tits bouncing free of my bra, sometime during my sky battle with Katie. But I’d been so busy fighting her, at the time, I had barely noticed. The sea glided in around my lollipop, threatening to pull it back out into the surf. Pauline looked up at me with wide eyes. My lollipop lay at our feet. Half of it was up out of the creamy sea, lying on the sand. The other half was still submerged. A wavelet rippled up over its seat. “You can wear my swimsuit,” Pauline said to me. “No, that’s okay,” I said, glancing down at her little one-piece. Then a thought occurred to me. “You know, I said, if you don’t mind going topless, we could cut your swimsuit in half. Then I’d at least have a bottom. And you’d have a bikini. Which is necessary, I suppose, if you’re going to be a member of the Bikini Brigade.” “Okay,” Pauline said. She pulled the straps of her one-piece down off her arms. She showed her tits. They were twin little buds of flesh, like pink cherries. She pulled her suit down farther, exposing her 6-year-old tummy. I looked at her navel. I hated to rob her of half her swimsuit, but there seemed no other way, unless I wanted to be a nudist. I watched as she bared her cunny and pushed her suit down her legs to her feet. She stepped out of it, tramping upon it as she did so. Six-year-olds are not the most graceful strippers. Happily she held it up to me. “Here! We’ll share!” Pauline said. And I realized that, if I didn’t insist upon it, she’d probably be content to run around naked, with no suit at all, and to be, indeed, a member of a newly-formed ‘Nudie Brigade’. [Note: for an exclusive photo of Bambi in the nude, by the Sea of Cream, check out Playboy’s Nudes, December 1997, pgs. 58-59. It’s a $6.95 magazine that’s at your newstand now! Or try surfing to: http://www.playboy.com The caravan of tumbrils rolled along under trees shaped like lollipops. “It’s the Lollipop Forest,” Peanut Butter Polly said to Matilda, gazing out at the road ahead of them. A team of peanuts was pulling the tumbril they rode in. More tumbrils followed theirs, all of them pulled along by peanuts. “The what?” Matilda asked. “The Lollipop Forest, dear,” Polly said. They passed through groves of lollipops. The suckers were different sizes, and different colors, red and green and blue and lavender and orange, and while some of them were smaller than their tumbril, many lollipops were so big they stood over their heads. They cast long shadows in the afternoon sun. “They must have filmed a Shirley Temple movie here,” Wilma said. “She’s pretty cute,” Al said. “Um, you know, at dancing,” he added quickly, seeing Matilda give him an angry frown. “She’s quite talented... at dancing!” “Well, they should have taken the damn props down by now,” Matilda scowled. “Who ever heard of leaving an old movie set intact for this long?” “Do you mind if we stop?” Al asked. “I really do have to go to the bathroom.” “I’m afraid some of the peanuts do too,” Polly said. “I don’t think they’re running with such alacrity, some of them, entirely due to their enthusiasm for our mission.” “Oh, alright,” Matilda said. “Have them stop running. We’ll get out and all have ourselves a break.” Polly called to the peanuts to stop pulling their tumbril. Behind them, other peanuts, hearing her command, passed it back along the column. All of the tumbrils stopped. Al got down and went into the Lollipop Forest. He relieved himself against the base of a long-stemmed red lollipop. “Ahhhh,” Al said to himself, listening as he peed. He gazed back behind himself. Through the sticks of the thickly clustered lollipop trees, he could just make out part of the sign on their lead tumbril: ‘PMS Enterprises.’ Which stood, of course, for ‘Polly and Matilda to the Sultan.’ It was a daunting enterprise, trying to locate two missing girls on this giant movie set, but there seemed no other way. They still hadn’t found a telephone. And they’d gotten where they were quite oddly, by some contrivance that appeared to transport them across a vast sea, on a rainbow. The only way to find the girls, and get out of the damn place they were in now, seemed to be to follow the main road. How odd that it was made out of purple gravel, though, and that all the extras helping them in their search never took off their costumes. The old woman, Polly, remained in her peanut butter colored attire. And the midgets seemed entirely satisfied to remain dressed up as peanuts. “Odd. Very odd,” Al nodded to himself. He zipped himself up. “Ah well, we must find those girls,” he said to himself. “Can’t have them just running around loose. They need supervision. Children must be protected at all times!” 30 ----------------------- Dreamgirls! ----------------------- -Other stories: type http://www.dejanews.com/ into your browser’s “Location” window. Press your “return” key. Under “Quick Search”, type in: roller39@idt.net Press your “return” key. -Other providers: Usenet Newsgroup: alt.sex.stories.moderated or by e-mail: file.request@backdrop.com or via the Web: http://www.netusa.net/files/Authors/eli/www/erotica/assm/ -Free minicomics: send a stamped, self-addressed envelope to: Jim Corrigan, P.O. Box 3663, Phenix City, AL 36868 - JOIN the world’s greatest organization! Send $35.00 to The North American Man/Boy Love Association for a one-year membership. NAMBLA, P.O. 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