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Naughty Naked Dreamgirls 1
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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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"Hold your pee in just a trifle longer, dearest," Therese said to Kathy, who
gave her an agonized look but obeyed. Kathy was beginning to regret the
bottle of champagne she had so eagerly downed an hour earlier. The mildly
intoxicating bubbles, so pleasantly soothing in her tummy, took on an
altogether different aspect in her bladder.
"I ought to just pee on you," Kathy said to Therese.
"Now that would be naughty," Therese smiled, then turned and walked back down
between the bookshelves, her bare hips rolling with alluring elegance.
Kathy adjusted her weight as she knelt precariously atop two shelving units
stacked with library books. The units were separated by a space of some two
feet, just enough to allow a person to squeeze between them. Kathy's naked
thighs and genitals arched over the space. Her knees rested on either unit,
protected from the hard surface of the top of each bookshelf by seat cushions
borrowed from a cluster of nearby chairs. Kathy's wrists were bound above her
head, the rope suspended from an overhanging chandelier. The taut rope kept
Kathy safe; any slip would merely leave her dangling harmlessly in midair.
It was, without question, an odd way to make use of a library. But
technology, in the form of movable bookshelves that could be separated by a
dozen feet or squashed together at the touch of a button, had finally invaded
that last bastion of sterile serenity, the public library, with an air of
eroticism.
The institution at hand was, in actuality, a university library, and no doubt
its cold walls had witnessed a fair share of sensual expressions amongst the
more hot-blooded of its youthful visitors over the years. But it was
doubtful whether the reference section of the library had seen much. At the
moment its sensibilities were probably somewhere between shock and
unconsciousness; no doubt the career employees who staffed it during the day
would have long since passed out had they known that "that nice girl" who was
under their direction this semester was at present clad in nothing but spiked
heels and long white gartered stockings, with a deep interest in urinating
but no interest in removing herself to the bathroom.
"Why, there you are," Kathy heard from the far end of the shelving units, and
saw Therese step out to greet Susie. Kathy was back far enough that all that
could be made out from the far end of the row of shelving units, if indeed it
could be perceived at all, was that there was a line of rope that dropped
down from one of the chandeliers.
Certainly Susie didn't notice the rope. Besides being all a-flutter with
curiosity at the "little initiation" her two newfound friends had planned for
her, she was, upon finding Therese, quite overwhelmed by the bewitchingly
aggressive girl.
"Did anyone see you cross the campus?" Therese asked with feigned innocence,
knowing full well that the stark naked Susie had been observed by a dozen
members of the Phi Oui Sorority.
"I don't think so," Susie whispered.
"And you brought your towel, soap, shampoo, and washcloth with you I see,"
Therese said. "I hope you didn't disobey our instructions and cover yourself
with them as you came over."
"No! Of course not!" Susie said haltingly. But Therese knew better. She
had already been informed by a sorority member that Susie had been well
wrapped in the towel as she made her proscribed pilgrimage. That portion of
the initiation would have to be repeated later, with an appropriate
punishment added on as well.
"Turn around, for you must be blindfolded for our next little surprise,"
Therese said.
Susie spun about on her heels and Therese quickly secured a kneesock over her
eyes. Then she took the girl's hand and led her into the row of bookshelves.
Kathy watched the pair as they approached her. The shelves just beyond where
Kathy knelt were separated by half a dozen feet, to permit unhampered access
to their volumes. But no one in the reference section tonight would be
making recourse to the tomes. The most the old books could hope for in the
way of attention this evening was the deposit of a few droplets of pee.
Therese was nearly bouncing with exuberence. The girl had been imbued with
a heavy dose of sexuality since birth, and the exertions of the male penis,
while still enjoyable, today required a touch of decadence to bring out its
full flavor. Like Kathy, Therese had little on; only an abbreviated
see-through nightie and the fact that her underclothes were black
distinguished her attire from her friend's.
"I'm going to shower in the library ?" Susie squeaked, obviously confused.
"Shush, darling," Therese cautioned, touching a finger to her lips. "But of
course you are. You wouldn't think we'd make you carry your soap and things
all the way over here just so you could sit and read the encyclopedia, do
you?"
"Now stand right here," Therese directed Susie, squeezing the girl between
the next two bookshelves in the row and underneath Kathy. Then with a single
swift movement Therese removed Susie's blindfold and grasped both her arms,
pulling them back behind her. Susie gasped as she caught sight of the
genitals positioned overhead. Her full, pert breasts bounced in the stale
library air. Kathy looked down at her and smiled.
"Hi, I guess I'm the one who's been assigned to be your shower," Kathy said.
Susie turned her head and looked over her bare shoulder at Therese, eyes wide.
"You're going to...?" Susie asked, shocked.
"Now, dear, I think you'll like it," Therese said gently. "In any case now
that you're here you must go through with it, otherwise we'd have no
protection if you squealed."
"Oh, I wouldn't tell," Susie blurted.
"You wouldn't, and you won't, because you're going to become a member of the
best sorority on campus, Phi Oui, and attend all our parties and have a more
wonderful time than you'd ever imagined during your four years at Ohio
State," Therese said firmly.
"But," Susie protested. And then the most amazing thing happened. Therese
quieted her protests with a kiss. It didn't last long, and wasn't
passionate; just the gentle reassurance of female lips and female breasts
pressed warmly against her.
When they separated Therese knew that Susie was ready. She placed the girl
back between the narrowly separated bookshelves and signaled Kathy. The girl
above gave an inaudible sigh of relief. Then, in a last minute display of
decorum, Kathy looked down at Susie and asked, "Ready?"
"I guess so," Susie replied.
"Kathy has endured the most uncomfortable agony of holding back an entire
bottle of champagne in her bladder just for you," Therese told Susie. "You
should appreciate and enjoy the rare gift she is about to bestow upon you.
Few women outside our sorority would go to such lengths to give you the
pleasure of being sprinkled with their essence."
"I know," Susie said, more to appear to agree than anything. But inside her
a lascivious spark had suddenly ignited. The situation was so bizzare, like
something out of a Roman orgy, with her standing naked in the library about
to be wet upon by a girl clad only in stockings, that her body couldn't help
but suddenly feel a rush of heated sensuality.
Susie's next thoughts were drowned out by a sudden stream of urine upon her
head. Impulsively, she looked up and the stream hit her full in the face.
Susie squealed, surprised and suddenly delighted as the golden rain flowed
over her, running down the slopes of her breasts and off the tips of her
nipples.
Therese, unobserved at the moment, quietly snapped photos for the sororitie's
files.
Eventually Kathy's urine dribbled to a stop and Susie turned to Therese, eyes
bright and face flushed.
"See? I knew you'd enjoy it," Therese said. "Now take your soap and see if
you can raise some suds."
Susie lifted the bar from where it nestled between her breasts, secured by a
cord about her neck, and began lathering the jellied mounds of her mammaries.
The soap had a scent of strawberries, fresh and ripe and juicy, newly plucked
from the vine to be crushed between the teeth of its harvester.
Therese, meanwhile, quickly slid a nearby ladder into place and alighted upon
it to free Kathy. She wiped the girl's genitals, to ensure that in
descending from her perch Kathy's stockings were not stained with any
delinquent drops of urine. Then she reached up and undid the rope that bound
Kathy's wrists. What a pity that no male was in sight to view the pair as
Therese reached to undo her friend. At that moment both girls were
stretching upward, their lovely titties bobbling in the air. The soft flesh
beckoned to be cupped, held, squeezed; but instead it was left to jiggle
freely, naked and unfettered. Even Therese's gauzy nightie was unwilling to
intervene. It floated carelessly upon the air, its fabric seemingly
welcoming the light that shafted through it, it's straps plotting to fall
from Therese's slim shoulders at the first opportunity.
Soon all three girls were between the shelves, and Susie was running out of
moisture to make lather. The crackle of a police walkie-talkie announed the
arrival of the night watchman on his designated rounds.
"That's Charlie," Kathy warned Therese, a look of desperation in her eyes
despite her knowledge as to the time the library was generally inspected for
intruders.
"And with our luck he's ten minutes early," Therese hissed. She grasped
Susie's upper arm. "Come, dear, you've done all we've asked and now its time
to go." The girls slipped as noiselessly as possible out a side door of the
library, Therese taking note of the nearness of this single unlocked exit to
the front entrance and her good judgement in leaving the rest of the sorority
back at the house.
As the girls stepped out into the chill air of early Spring they each
regretted their lack of clothing, particularly Therese, who might have
remained dressed throughout Susie's shower. But she had felt that Susie
would feel less uncomfortable about being nude if her host were nearly nude
herself, and in that respect Therese knew she had made the correct decision.
A warm bath awaited Susie at what passed for what the girls improperly
referred to as their "house," a two-story townhouse just off campus where
several of the sorority girls shared apartments. Susie, her long blonde
locks still damp and slightly bedraggled, was led sticky and blushing to the
bathroom. A "sister" helped her step into the tub and sat and chatted
pleasantly with her while she bathed. It was late, and the "sister," whose
name was Mary, wore a brief peignoir and french cut panties. Susie admired
Mary's good taste in lingerie as she washed, and even commented upon it, much
to Mary's delight.
"So you're a connoisseur of undies just like I am," Mary laughed. "I'm glad
you're joining Phi Oui. We should have lots of fun comparing notes. Perhaps
you'd even let me try on a few of your things. You can have some of mine
after your bath if you'd like. I hear you live clear across campus."
"Yes, and they made me cross it stark naked," Susie said.
"Stark naked? You had a towel wrapped around you when I saw you," Mary said.
"You?...You saw me?" Susie asked, astonished and suddenly quite embarrassed,
despite her nakedness in the bath.
Oops, I don't think I was supposed to say that," Mary gulped.
"Indeed you weren't," Therese said, entering suddenly.
"Just who saw me?" Susie asked Therese.
"Only the other girls here, your 'sisters,'" Therese replied. "Is it true
you covered yourself with a towel as you crossed the campus?"
Susie looked down at the suds in her bath.
"How did we instruct you to cross the campus?" Therese asked.
"N-naked," Susie replied softly, eyes remaining downcast.
"And now, despite your flagrant disobedience, you sit here splashing in our
bath, thoughtless as to who filled it or who shall have to scrub it down
after you've left."
"I-I'm sorry," Susie began, but was interrupted by Therese.
"Being sorry won't quite be enough. I'm afraid that despite your
co-operation in the library your unwillingness to cross the campus correctly
has permanently disqualified you from membership in Phi Oui."
Susie looked up, eyes wide with dismay. Therese turned to leave.
"Kindly drain the water when you're finished. Toweling the tub down would
also be appreciated. Cleaning the tub is not required, and is in fact
forbidden as we are eager to start our party and cannot unti you are gone."
Susie put her face in her palms and broke into sobs. Suddenly she wanted to
be a part of Phi Oui very much.
"Don't cry," Mary said soothingly once Therese had left. She put a soft
hand on Susie's wet shoulder. "I'll still trade nighties with you, if you
like. I'll even sneak out the back and walk you home tonight. And give you
some clothes, real clothes, so you don't have to worry about bumping into
Charlie on your way back."
"But I want to be a part of Phi Oui," Susie said, looking up, tears streaking
her face.
"Would you like me to talk with Therese?" Mary asked.
Susie plunked her face back into her hands and nodded, sniveling.
Half an hour later Susie was bent naked over the back of a stuffed chair.
Her arms were pulled tautly downward over the seat. Her wrists, bound
together, were connected to the stubby legs of the chair with a taut cord.
Therese lightly whisked the tails of a whip over Susie's bare bottom.
"Are you ready for your punishment?" Therese asked the gagged Susie. Susie
nodded.
"You understand, of course, that by simply shaking your head 'no' at any time
you may discontinue your whipping at once. That will, unfortunately,
permanently bar you from membership in Phi Oui, with no hope of reprieve.
Enduring the whipping, however, does not automatically qualify you for
entrance to Phi Oui. Had you successfully completed your initiation, you
would have been admitted automatically. Now, however, your application for
membership must be voted on by all the sisters. They will be closely
observing your performance during your whipping for any signs of unladylike
behavior. We only admit adults into our sorority. Little girls who bawl,
scream, and cry out excessively are simply not fit to enjoy the mature
pleasures which matriculation offers."
Therese brushed Susie's bottom with the whip yet again, caressing the flesh;
her touch beguilingly tender, a far cry from what would soon ensue.
"Do you still wish to be whipped?" Therese asked.
Susie nodded her head.
"Alright, then. Girls, are you ready?" Therese asked, looking about the
living room. The sisters, all in various states of dishabille, attempted to
nod somberly but broke into giggles.
Therese herself was nearly on the brink of laughter. Here was this poor
girl, an inexperienced freshman in her second week at Ohio State, with her
bottom bared for all the world to see, and to do whatever they pleased with.
Therese stepped forward and slipped the thongs of the whip into the furrow
between Susie's bottom cheeks, then pulled the knotted leather tails of the
whip up through the two plump halves of flesh.
"Your posture is perfect for now, dear, but before I am through you will be
provided with a small coffee table and asked to stand upon it, which will
require you to bend your legs, as your wrists will remain bound in place.
In that position your cheeks will be separated, preventing me from performing
that little trick I just did with the tails but allowing me to flagellate the
innermost portions of your derriere. This is most necessary if your entire
bottom is to be disciplined. I am not your mother, and I will not be content
with merely striking the outer surfaces of your cheeks. My whipping will be
a proper one, or none at all, for we are, I assume, both adults, and know the
correct meaning of 'whaling' one's posterior."
Susie nodded her understanding.
Therese stepped back.
"Remove the gag," Therese ordered. "I am fully confident that she will not
need it."
Mary came forward and bent over Susie's shoulders. She undid the gag. Her
breasts dangled naked beyond the low-cut front of her peignoir.
"Good luck," Mary whispered.
"Thank you," Susie breathed.
Then, bending close as if planting a kiss on Susie's cheek, Mary whispered in
her ear, "Ask Therese to whip you."
"Please...please whip me," Susie asked, recovering her voice.
"What?" Therese asked with mock incredulity. "You know, I think I'm
actually going to be proud of you, Susie. Please call out each stroke prior
to its application."
There was a long moment of silence.
"Say 'one,'" Mary prompted.
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NEXT ISSUE:
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With a groan of pleasure each man eased the crest of his cock into a
bottomhole. Mary and Susie twisted their hips valiantly, but were unable to
dislodge the penises.
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STILL AHEAD:
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"Hold it a moment in your mouth before swallowing," Therese suggested to
Susie. The blonde, her cheeks bloated with semen, smiled as she held the
precious seed, nearly spluttering it out in a giggle as she imagined how
silly she must appear.
"Doesn't she look pretty with a mouthful of sperm?" Therese asked Jed as
his penis was favored with Mary's lips. Jed, his own testicals churning on
the brink of release, could only grunt in reply. Peter, who had provided the
reproductive fluid that was now under discussion, sat in a stupor of
satisfaction on a plush loveseat.
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DREAMGIRLS is copyright 1988 by Andrew L. Roller. NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
is a trademark of Andrew L. Roller.
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THE FADING UNIVERSE
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The boulevard was dark and deserted. A makeshift barricade had been thrown
across it in an unsuccessful attempt to hold back the Alameda army; Marvin
could make out the bright letters of the word POLICE on an overturned
sawhorse......They continued walking; past gutted buildings, boarded up shops
and abandoned tenements. Now and then they would stop and peer inside one
of the stores, but most had been ruined by fire, their interiors glowing
eerily with flickering embers.
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