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Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Amsterdam Damsels
Chapter One
ÒYou must learn to conserve your strength sir, not always popping
off at every moment,Ó she consoled him. Her hand massaged his lap, his
lump. Alex groaned and seemed to want to do something very bad in his
pants. I sat with my bare hiney on the leather, my pussy hidden by the
crease of my rucked up skirt. Kali, her own dress hiked up in back, sat
with her pink panties pressing into the seat. Alex seemed to like this,
though we gave him no more favors, saving ourselves for later.
Our dresses neatly restored, if only for a moment, we knocked at the
given address. It was a modest house, decent and law-abiding by all
outward appearances. A woman greeted us, let us in. She had raven black
hair and sultry eyes. She was dressed in jeans, torn at the knees. She
wore a midriff, too short. Underneath its ragged hem the undersides of
her breasts showed, bare and free. They jiggled. I caught sight of her
areolaes, the lower part. Just above her nipples indented the fabric. Her
hair was swept up, elegantly, in sharp contrast to her informal duds. I
guessed sheÕd just slipped them on, to answer our knock.
ÒHi!Ó she said. Her voice was bright. She brushed a strand of ebony
hair from her eyes. She looked as if sheÕd just come from the gym, was
still winded.
ÒIÕm Kali,Ó my blonde friend greeted her. Gracefully she handed the
woman AlexÕs American Express card.
ÒOh yes,Ó the gypsy girl, gypsy woman replied. She seemed almost
as young as Kali, now that I could see her more closely. We shuffled
inside the house. She closed the front door behind us. She was 22, 23 I
guessed. She ran the card quickly, handed it back with a receipt. She was
efficient. Business should not interfere too long with pleasure. ÒIÕm
Cybil,Ó she added. Only her first name. Kali introduced myself and Alex.
ÒI can lock up your valuables for you,Ó Cybil told us. We gave her our
important things and she wrote them neatly out on a receipt. Then she
opened a small safe sitting in the corner of the room. Inside there were
separate drawers. She placed our things in one, together with our receipt.
I wished I could check myself inside, knew it was impossible. Only the
front door could offer escape now. Cybil had locked it when she shut it.
The safe shut with a bang. Cybil twirled the combination lock. She
turned to us. Her breasts brimmed underneath her shorn-off tee. I looked
apprehensive.
ÒYouÕre new?Ó Cybil asked me. She could tell Kali was experienced.
They were sisters in crime, the two of them, even though theyÕd never met
before. I nodded.
ÒDonÕt worry, pain can be a great release,Ó Cybil said to me.
ÒShe has the ass for it,Ó Kali smiled. Cybil walked partway behind
me, admired my seat.
ÒOh, yeah!Ó Cybil said. ÒRound as an apple. IÕd love to polish that!Ó
She hooked her thumbs in the worn waistline of her jeans. They were
unbelted. I wondered where her belt was, if someone was using it. On
someone like me. Cybil tossed her head, clearing her eyes. Her hair was
loosely piled. ÒCome, IÕll serve you tea before you get started. It will
heat you up,Ó she smiled.
We passed down a hall to a sitting room. A fire crackled in one
corner, tossing out shadows. There were three chairs, overstuffed, one
too few for me. At CybilÕs urging I knelt on the floor, beside Kali. Rice
cakes were brought by a maid. Kali took mine and made me nibble it from
her palm.
ÒShe feeds well,Ó Cybil said of me, observing. Tea was served. The
cups were delicate, lavender-colored. ÒThey are from before the war,Ó
Cybil said. ÒI use only the finest. DonÕt drop them, handle them carefully.
I would have to bill you a lot if you broke one.Ó I didnÕt have to worry.
Kali had me sip from her cup. We shared. She held the cup and I drank,
savoring the brew. The steam, curling up, tickled my nose.
Alex, seated behind my back, bent down and lifted up my skirt.
Carefully he tucked its tail under the edge of my corset, to keep it up. My
bottom reared, naked and exposed, a big bulb, cloven. It shone whitely in
the firelight. I saw a many-thonged whip lying atop the mantelpiece. Its
thongs hung down, web-like, the flicking fire arching up behind them.
ÒShe will make a delicious pet,Ó Cybil observed, gazing at me, as if I
were nothing but a kitty in a store window.
ÒYes,Ó Kali murmured, sipping her tea.
ÒAre you ready?Ó Cybil asked at length. Kali, Alex nodded. I kept my
chin still. My consent was not needed, perhaps not even wanted.
Cybil rose and led us down a hall. As we walked, a couple passed us.
They looked newly-dressed. Their clothes were slightly rumpled. ÒBye,Ó
they said to Cybil. ÒBye,Ó she replied. I passed them red-faced, my
bottom bare, not allowed to restore my dress. The man commented to his
wife that I had a Òwonderful arse.Ó
I thought then that we might be escorted into some kind of Dungeon
of Doom, Doom IV perhaps, complete with monsters wielding whips and
truncheons. Instead Cybil took us out back, into a leafy yard shaded from
the surrounding houses by big maples. Under the canopied spread of the
trees I saw you could do most anything you wanted, provided you didnÕt
play to loudly. I saw a cloth lying in the close-clipped grass, stepped over
it. A gag. Yes, thatÕs what it was. Cybil, following me, bent and picked it
up and slipped it quietly into the back pocket of her jeans. Perhaps she
expected to use it later. Or maybe she was just picking up. I felt the
self-conscious roll of my nude bottom cheeks as she guided us over to
three lawn chairs. Again, there was one too few for me.
ÒDown, Melody,Ó Cybil commanded. She pointed to a cushion on the
grass, beside a chair. Kali plopped into the chair, not bothering to tuck her
short skirt under her before sitting down. Her pantied ass rested on the
plastic strips of the chairÕs seat. Her panties were so small that they
could only keep the lower halves of her cheeks covered; though her skirt,
settling in folds over her crotch and rear, kept AlexÕs prying eyes from
discerning more.
Obediently I knelt on my cushion. I liked obeying, did not know why.
Alex seemed discomfited as he dropped into a chair near Kali. His pants
bulged more than ever. Cybil sat in a chair right next to his, placing him
very favorably between two females, with me at his knees. I was wedged
between his chair and KaliÕs, as if I were an afterthought. The sun,
though, just now settling into the treetops, lit me with its rays as well as
my Ôbetters,Õ illuminating most remarkably my bare bottom. I wished it
would hurry up and set, to hide my naughtiness in the oncoming night.
Cybil gazed up at the back of her house, as if beckoning our eyes to
follow. There were windows, some with curtains drawn, others with their
shades or blinds open. Hers was an old house, unique in its
characteristics, well-lived in. I imagined all the faces that had peered
out of those windows over the years. Even now some of CybilÕs other
guests might be looking out, watching us. Did they like my bottom? What
would they think of me if Alex put me over his knee and spanked me? Or
Kali? I shivered despite the warmth of the sunshine. Birds flitted in the
trees, calling, mating.
ÒNow Alex,Ó Cybil said, turning her eyes to him, stretched out in the
chair beside him. ÒAs a little boy, have you ever wanted to pull your thing
out and show it to people? To strangers?Ó Alex cleared his throat. He
seemed about to answer when, as if on cue, a maid came out, bringing us
lemonade. She was nine, no older. Alex pondered CybilÕs question as the
maid served us. She seemed as submissive as I. Quiet as a stealthy nymph
she brought three glasses on a tray, none for me. I was forgotten. She did
not remark on my presence. She was well-trained. Alex admired her in
her short little maidÕs dress. She returned to the house, her bottom
cheeks wiggling excessively, deliberately, flipping the tail of her skirt
around.
ÒHmmm?Ó Cybil asked Alex. Her eyes gazed meaningfully at his
tented crotch.
ÒWell...Ó Alex began. His hands clutched his chilly glass. I wanted
some lemonade, had no glass of my own. I tilted his glass to my lips and
sipped from his. The kitchen windows at the back of the house gazed at
us. I thought I saw a little head bob in one of them. Was it giggling?
ÒDonÕt worry,Ó Kali said, speaking over my head. ÒYou do not need to
take your penis out. It would be most improper.Ó Her words seemed to
contradict Cybil, to clash with her over control of this handsome male in
our midst. ÒIf you do, though,Ó Kali continued, Òyou cannot put it back in.
And I assure you that I will have to punish it.Ó
ÒThatÕs right,Ó Cybil said, piggybacking onto KaliÕs lewdness. They
were shrewd mistresses of this man in our midst; creative, impromptu in
their control. ÒAlex, youÕd best keep it tucked in where it belongs.
Because once you take your penis out, if you do, we will have to tell you
what to do with it. Have you ever been to a little girlÕs tea party, Alex?
Well, youÕre at one now, because there are three of us girls and only one of
you. None of us have penises, Alex, so please donÕt embarrass us by taking
out your thing. And especially donÕt take it out when my maid is serving
us. You would be very evil indeed to let a little girl see your big bad
penis.Ó
Alex harumphed. ÒWho is she, anyway? And what is she doing
here?Ó
ÒSheÕs my niece,Ó Cybil replied. ÒSheÕs only visiting for a day or
two. IÕve told everyone to be on their best behavior. That includes you,
Alex.Ó I did not know whether to belive Cybil. A nose pressed itself to
the glass of the kitchen window. How long had such a little waif lived
here? Alex seemed in turmoil. All his beliefs, all his morals, were on the
line now. Had Cybil planned this? Had Kali known? How could she? They
had just met. Yet their minds had woven together quickly, torturing Alex,
just as Kali had promised him, just as he had asked. Every chance event
was brought into play, used to mount his tension up higher.
ÒAh, youÕre nothing but cunts, all of you,Ó Alex said, and promptly
unzipped himself.
ÒAlex! Please donÕt be rude at our little party by showing us your
thing!Ó Cybil scolded. AlexÕs underpants bulged through the opening
created in his trousers.
ÒThere are people watching, Alex,Ó Kali warned. ÒNot just women,
but undoubtedly men too. Do you want them comparing themselves with
you? Do you want the females looking at your thing and sizing it up
against that of their own lover?Ó
ÒAlex, I expect you to behave properly at my little bed and
breakfast,Ó Cybil chimed in. ÒEspecially with my little niece present. It
would be very offensive for you to take out your manhood and show it off
in front of everybody.Ó
I looked up. I thought I saw a pair of eyes staring from an upstairs
window. Two more seemed to join them. The light was still bright
outside and I could not be sure... There were many watching perhaps, eyes
in each window, if they werenÕt busy. Resting between bouts of love they
gazed down upon us, remembering perhaps their own presentation in the
yard.
Pop! Alex opened his underpants and released himself. Like children,
Cybil and Kali emitted short screams. I joined them, relishing a loud
ÒEeek!Ó even as I marveled at the spectacle of AlexÕs throbbing cock.
ÒGod, thereÕs so much of it! It may take me hours to punish a big
piece of meat like that,Ó Kali swooned. I sipped again from AlexÕs glass,
raising my eyes to him as I received the lemony fluid on my tongue. It was
fresh, newly-squeezed.
Cybil took AlexÕs cock twixt her fingers, admired it in the sunlight.
She took his lemonade glass and smiled at him. Gently she thrust his big
manhood directly into the glass, letting the stinging, cold lemonade wash
over it. Alex grimaced, savoring the feeling even as it distressed him.
ÒNow drink it,Ó Cybil told me, taking out AlexÕs cock and passing the
lemonade glass over to me. I took it, feeling the wetness of the glass in
my palms. ÒDrink it all,Ó Cybil commanded. Working my throat, I gulped it
down.
Alex gazed bemused at his cock. It was wet, dripping. Cybil let it
stem freely in the air once more. I passed the empty lemonade glass to
her and she set it aside on the grass.
The maid returned. Alex stared in horror as she walked out, silent
but precociously wriggling, and bent over and picked up the glass. When
she stooped down I could see her undies. They were soft, cottony white. I
saw the inrolling of her little bottom cheeks, knew Alex did to.
ÒWhy do you allow her to be here?Ó Alex asked.
ÒShe is properly dressed sir. You are the one who is not,Ó Cybil
replied.
ÒDonÕt worry, I learned all about penises in elementary school,Ó the
maid replied. She presented herself to Alex, as if addressing Santa at
Christmas. Alex seemed to stiffen even more at the thought that she
might want to sit in his lap. ÒWhatÕs your name?Ó the maid asked. ÒMineÕs
Becky.Ó
ÒAl-Ó he could not say more.
ÒAl Bundy? You sell shoes?Ó Becky giggled. She turned to Cybil.
ÒYour shirt looks like a bib,Ó she remarked.
ÒYes, dear, to catch sperm spills,Ó Cybil replied.
ÒOh, yes. I learned about that too,Ó Becky said, returning her eyes to
Alex. ÒPlease donÕt play with yourself, Al, because I learned that when
men play with themselves all this yucky white stuff shoots out!Ó
ÒDo you ever play with yourself, Becky?Ó Alex asked. His voice
trembled a little. It was a forbidden conversation. Janet Reno would not
have hesitated to arrest him.
ÒA little,Ó Becky said. Inspired, she put a hand between her legs and
rubbed herself. ÒEven though IÕm not supposed to.Ó She flashed a glance at
Cybil. Our hostess, however, had lifted up her top and was struggling to
free herself from it. Her breasts, unprotected now, jiggled softly on her
chest. Her nipples were as hard as my own.
ÒItÕs alright, dear,Ó Cybil said. She got off her shirt, tossed her
mane twice. It was lovely vampire hair, her breasts like Vampirella.
ÒWhy did you take off your bib, mommie?Ó Becky asked.
ÒSheÕs your daughter?Ó Alex groaned.
ÒNo, but I let her call me that,Ó Cybil replied.
ÒMy mommieÕs divorced,Ó Becky explained to Alex. Even as she spoke
she kept fondling herself. AlexÕs cock stuck up stiffly.
Cybil shook her breasts. ÒI just wanted my top off so I could enjoy
the last rays of the sun,Ó she said. Her breasts were snow white, they had
not been tanned at all, so far as I could see, though the rest of her was
lightly tanned. Perhaps she wanted to catch up on the places the sun had
missed. It was too late, though, I thought. The sun was shafting through
the trees now, its rays distinct sunbeams, glancing off the birds as they
passed through them, darting from tree to tree.
ÒHow are your new underpants fitting?Ó Cybil asked Becky. She took
hold of the girlÕs dress and lifted it up. CybilÕs panties had little flowers
printed on them.
ÒFine,Ó Cybil answered. She kept her hand within her thighs,
enjoying the brush of her fingers against her twat.
Becky turned to me. ÒWhy is your bottom bare?Ó she asked. I
blushed. I had forgotten my nudity. The caress of the early evening, late
afternoon air upon it had become an accustomed luxury.
ÒShe doesnÕt have any panties,Ó Cybil explained. ÒWould you let her
try yours on?Ó
ÒSure,Ó Becky replied frankly. With artless grace she ceased her
masturbating and pulled down her undies.
ÒNo,Ó Alex groaned. His hands flirted with the stem of his cock.
GOLLIWOGG
Copyright 1996 by Alan Freer
WERE-WOGG
Rat bite festers--
pink and puss-white scabrous skin
delivers pain and horror
revealed by full moon.
Wogg dizzies under silvered light
feels bones crackling like microwave popcorn
nose to snout
hands to claws
hair to fur
man to rat
Golliwogg sniffs the air with twitched whiskers
eeks away slippery in shadows.
NIBBLE
Werewogg regains control
lips smack w/ blood
claws tattered with skin
remembers the beserk
tastes the death
squeals in rage
nibbles his tail
in frustration.
AND IN THE END...
ÒA lot of people donÕt like to read, and IÕm afraid weÕre raising a
generation of kids who donÕt like to read.Ó
- Judge Robert Bork (C-SPAN, Booknotes, December 1, 1996).
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