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Issue No. 272
Naughty Naked Dreamgirls in
Bush League
Chapter Three
ÒYou, sir, are a pervert,Ó I told him. And he was, too. He must have
eyed his little daughters every day, wanting them, but quite unable to have
them, of course, because they were born for other men, not their father.
Now there was a real girl, with boobs and all, displayed in the seductive,
captivating infant seat. One he could fuck at will, with Cheyenne playfully
pushing her. And there was me, of course, the nearest twat. We were all
just twats, I think, and him a cock. We cared nothing for him, nor he for
us. But we did have a healthy admiration for each otherÕs privates.
I reached under BrentÕs cock and clasped his balls. They were huge,
hairy. I cupped them gently, afraid to hurt them, they seemed so full and
swollen. I felt his twin eggs and carefully gave each one a little squeeze.
ÒYouÕre in need of emptying, sir,Ó I told Brent frankly. ÒYou could
hurt yourself, trying to carry around this much sperm. How do you manage
to find pants that fit you?Ó I squeezed each of his eggs again, more
forcefully. I think he liked the idea that I might hurt him.
ÒOhhh,Ó Brent moaned. His huge chest rippled with his anxiousness.
He wanted to cum, yet he did enjoy so much playing with himself, I think
he just wanted to be stiff forever. ÒIÕve had such a cold wife,Ó Brent told
me. Really, I didnÕt want to hear about his wife or his family problems,
but he told me anyway. ÒYet, every night, I had to bathe my daughters.
They were so.... open, available.Ó
ÒYes, sir, youÕre developing quite a pedophile problem,Ó I told Brent,
meanwhile taunting his balls with ever more rudeness, squeezing, pinching
them a little. Then I got an idea. ÒYou need to watch two grown-up girls
take a bath,Ó I said to him.
I turned to call to Cheyenne. She was bending under PollyÕs seat.
ÒLook, these dildos can be turned on!Ó she exclaimed.
ÒOh, donÕt!Ó I said. But I hadnÕt selected them with the purest of
intentions. PollyÕs eyes were wide as she realized what would happen.
Wide as saucers. She burbled something but her penis pacifier kept us
from hearing.
BZZZZ! I heard suddenly, and then it was joined by a second.
Cheyenne laughed. SheÕd turned on both of PollyÕs underneath dildos,
sparing only her mouth.
WAAAK! Polly screamed within the plugging fulness of her oral
dildo. She buzzed atop the twin dildos in her ass and cunt, shivering right
along with them, her boobies shaking on her chest.
ÒCome, bath time,Ó I called to Cheyenne. I wanted to get all this ice
cream off me. I walked to the baby pool, leaving Brent to fist himself, and
bent and turned on the wall faucet. The hose gurgled and began filling the
inflated pool.
ÒOh, thank God,Ó Cheyenne said. IÕm tired of being a walking ice
cream cone. She tossed her hair and walked over to the me. Polly was left
to suffer the buzzing visitors in her holes.
ÒIÕm thirsty,Ó I said. I knelt down outside the pool and stuck my
head over the rapidly rising water. Cheyenne joined me, and together we
lapped fresh water from the clean plastic pool. Brent, meanwhile, let out
a new groan of pleasure, watching our bare asses. We tightened them. His
prick was so near, and neither of us wanted to get butt fucked by him. We
just wanted to play. I felt my tits swaying underneath my chest as I
lapped at the water. I was female. The male prowled somewhere behind
me. Would he swoop down and fuck me? I hoped not. I didnÕt want him to.
Yet I couldnÕt resist teasing him. Fortunately, Brent just kept fisting
himself, admiring us both so much that he couldnÕt decide which of us to
take first!
ÒMmm, the waterÕs cold,Ó Cheyenne said to me.
ÒI know. It canÕt be helped,Ó I replied. We both got up and stepped
into the chilly water. She lifted the bubble bath and sprinkled some into
the tub. She stirred the powder with her foot to make the bubbles grow.
ÒSit down, cowards. Get your bottoms wet,Ó Brent told us. He came
up to us and Cheyenne and I both sank down to avoid him. He was as lusty
as a satyr.
ÒOhh, it IS cold,Ó Cheyenne exclaimed as her bottom touched the
water. Reluctantly she sat in it. I sat down too. I felt the chilly water
envelope my bottom and invade my slit. I stared at her, she at me.
ÒWell, weÕre seated, at least,Ó I said to her with big eyes. ÒI hate
cold baths,Ó I admitted.
ÒMe too,Ó Cheyenne replied, but then she splashed me. She didnÕt
mind, I guess, if she made me chilly. I splashed her back. She picked up a
loofah brush. There was a soap squirt beside it. Boldly she squirted my
tits, first one nipple, then the other.
ÒThe soap smells good, at least,Ó I said. It was creamy and fragrant.
ÒI wish it was edible,Ó Cheyenne admitted.
ÒYou would!Ó I laughed. She took the loofah brush and carefully
began scrubbing my tits. Her strokes were bold in their carefulness. I
felt like I was a vestal virgin being prepared for some bizarre sacrifice.
Cheyenne passed the bristly sponge-like brush over my nipples. I gasped.
ÒWait Ôtil I get to your slit,Ó Cheyenne smiled at me. ÒI wonder if
this would feel nice being stuffed up you?Ó The brush was long and
cylindrical, shaped like a barren cardboard center from an empty roll of
paper towels.
ÒYou are a domme,Ó I said to her. ÒBut you havenÕt been whipped by
Branson yet. Then you can be domme. Until then, I am.Ó
ÒWhipped?Ó Cheyenne asked. Her strokes slowed.
ÒEvery girl must be,Ó I told her. ÒA penal whipping, as repentance
for all the bad things sheÕs going to do here at the castle.Ó
ÒHave you been?Ó she asked. Her face was contemplative now. SheÕd
ceased washing me with the brush. I took it from her.
ÒYes,Ó I answered. I grabbed her lovely hair. ÒTurn around. Show me
your bottom,Ó I told her. Reluctantly Cheyenne got turned round in the
make-believe tub and bent herself over. She had to rest her elbows on the
towel outside of the pool. Half in, half out, her knees in the water but her
elbows outside it, her legs splayed open in the water but her head hanging
over the floor and the towel, Cheyenne presented her bottom to me.
ÒVery good,Ó I said. ÒYou obey well.Ó Then I ran the loofah brush
boldly between the cheeks of her ass, scrubbing her tender ass crack
briskly. Cheyenne gasped as she felt its bristly sponginess dig deep into
her cleft. ÒYes, whipped,Ó I teased her. ÒHow sore youÕll be when itÕs all
over! But it must be done, before you can be a domme.Ó
ÒUmph,Ó Cheyenne breathed. I think she may have started to say
Ôyes,Õ but at the last moment she stuffed her fist into her mouth and
suppressed the sound so that it was inaudible.
ÒIÕm going to cum,Ó Brent announced. He thrust forth his hips and
fisted his big cock vigorously.
ÒCum in my mouth, then, I donÕt want it all shooting into our bath
water,Ó I told him suddenly. I turned and offered him my lips. He thrust
himself into me and I prepared myself to begin swallowing. I wanted to
get clean in this tub, however cold the water might be, and go tie up
Cheyenne for her whipping. I wanted to engineer it, to make it happen
now, with me in charge of her. Brent was just an obstacle. Perhaps his
passion could be got rid of. Then he would leave us alone.
ÒUnh, unh, unh,Ó Brent groaned. He began shooting himself into my
gasping mouth. I struggled to swallow fast as his jism suddenly erupted.
My God! I felt like IÕd put my mouth over Old Faithful! He shot merrily,
lustily, relieving himself of days, perhaps months, of sexual tension.
Meanwhile I lightly tickled CheyenneÕs slit. She mewled soft sighs of
pleasure. Her boobies shook as mine were shaking, while Polly, poor girl,
was left to be unpleasantly amused in her swing seat.
Chapter Four
ÒI hate you!Ó Polly declared when I finally, with the help of
Cheyenne, managed to extract her from her infant swing. Brent had left us
to our own devices as soon as heÕd cum. We were alone in the attic.
Cheyenne and I finished washing ourselves. We were quite clean now, and
ready for whatever the day portended. We took Polly to the baby pool and
ran in more water and washed her too. Cheyenne placed more towels
around the pool to keep our knees dry. Someone would have to vacuum this
roomÕs rug quite well after we left, at least where the pool was. WeÕd not
been too careful about keeping the water where it belonged. Oh well, I
told myself. There was semen on the rug too, where Brent had dribbled
after cumming in my mouth. Maria, no doubt, would clean up after us, or
perhaps Kelly. It was our job merely to play.
When Polly was clean as a newborn Cheyenne and I got her out of the
tub and dried her off. I slapped her bottom. ÒGo downstairs, Polly, and
find someone to play with,Ó I told her. ÒCheyenne and I have business to
attend to.Ó
ÒI WILL!Ó Polly said sulkily. She was still upset about being fucked
to death in the infant swing. She padded off across the rug, managed to
get the atticÕs trap door up (after dropping it twice), and scooted herself
down the ladder just as fast as she could.
I looked at Cheyenne. I put a hand on her shoulder. ÒLetÕs do our
makeup,Ó I told her. She was quiescent. She let me lead her to the toy
cupboard. I found a compact for each of us and a makeup kit for us to
share. I took her to the childrenÕs table. We sat on the hard little seats
and did our makeup, our knees up to our chests, our legs wide, showing our
slits. I made her rouge her nipples when sheÕd finished her face. I
powdered her pussy for her.
ÒCome along,Ó I told her. I stood up, she stood also. I took her hand.
We went to the trap door and I went down the ladder. She followed. I
gazed up at her bottom as she came down after me.
ÒShould I shut the door?Ó she asked me. She meant the trap door.
ÒLeave it open,Ó I told her. ÒThe place must be tidied up.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Cheyenne replied. When she was standing beside me I took
her hand again. I circled a fingertip around her nearest nipple.
ÒItÕs time for your whipping,Ó I told her simply. I donÕt know if she
believed me or not. But she let me lead her, and I took her to my room.
ÒWeÕll use my bedroom,Ó I said to her. I opened the canopy so she
could get up within my bed. I made her stand on my bed while I knelt
behind her. I was quite aware of her bottom, jiggling sweetly in front of
my face, and I knew she was too. I kissed it, once on each cheek. It was
creamy and white. She was ready to enjoy new adventures with it. I
reached around her hips, got hold of the post to which she would have to be
tethered. I snapped it up from the wall and latched it onto her dog collar.
We were fortunate, having our manacles always on us, keeping us ready for
punishment.
Cheyenne opened her mouth and waited while I flipped up the second
post, the one that lay atop the first and held the soft rubber ball. When it
was up I stood and bent her head gently forward. She accepted the ball
within her mouth. I stroked her hair.
ÒThis is going to hurt,Ó I told her. I lifted her hands high and then
bent them back and attached them to the rear of her dog collar. I kissed
her face. She had nice blushing face cheeks. Her lips were stretched over
the ball, as if it were some huge cock forcing itself into her mouth.
Rose peeked within the canopy. Had Polly told her what I had planned
for Cheyenne? ÒThere you two are!Ó Rose exclaimed.
ÒIÕm going to give Cheyenne her judicial whipping now, with your
permission,Ó I told Rose. ÒShe wants to be a domme, but she canÕt, can
she, until sheÕs had her whipping?Ó
Rose put a hand to her throat. ÒYou are not qualified, dear,Ó she told
me. ÒYou might injure her.Ó
ÒIÕll do my best not to,Ó I replied. ÒYou can supervise me if you want
to.Ó
ÒAlright,Ó Rose answered. ÒBut afterward IÕm going to insert your
butt plug. ItÕs time we began widening your hiney.Ó
I gulped. For a moment I just stood behind Cheyenne, caressing her
bottom cheeks with my hands. Cheyenne jerked now and then, why I donÕt
know.
ÒOkay,Ó I said finally. Rose nodded.
ÒBe good, Cheyenne,Ó she told my sweet victim. ÒThis will give you
more privileges at the castle. Although, I daresay, IÕve hardly restricted
you so far, as I should have,Ó she smiled. ÒNonetheless, all girls must
have this, so donÕt despair. Keep your chin up. Louis and Andre should be
done with BrentÕs wife by now. IÕll invite them all in to watch. IÕll have
Maria bring some food and weÕll have quite a celebration while you suffer.
You can be our centerpiece, Cheyenne, inspiring us all!Ó
Polly padded into my bedroom. Carefree, innocent, she sucked her
thumb as she carried the satchel of implements with which CheyenneÕs
bottom would be whipped. I had not even thought of the implements yet. I
guessed Polly must have, in fact, told Rose of my plans, and now all was
set in motion. I had been so intent on securing Cheyenne to the post above
my bed that, I guess, I mustÕve simply thought of using my hand to paddle
her. It shows you what a Ôbush-leaguerÕ I was. I guess it meant I belonged
at RoseÕs Cunt Castle after all, since she was, according to GlendaÕs
boyfriend, hardly the maven of S&M she claimed to be. Yet as I watched
Polly plop down the bag on the bed beside me, and unzip it, and CheyenneÕs
quivering bottom cheeks as she saw, in a mirror, all the insidious
implements it contained, I think Cheyenne, at least, considered herself in
for more pain than she wished.
I drew from the bag a half-inch wide lash made of elegant snakeskin.
It was long and promised to curl with deadly force into the soft waiting
cheeks of CheyenneÕs bottom. I think the prospect of showing off her
white bottom and daring me to whack it seemed less intriguing to
Cheyenne, even as Andre and Louis, our loves, stepped within my bedroom
to watch. Despite the rigors of entertaining BrentÕs wife, their cocks
hardened the minute they saw me with Cheyenne. She mewled a protest
but neither of them made any move to rescue her. Chivalry in this case
meant refraining, not interfering.
AND IN THE END...
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ÒHe came down to her
Saying: ÔMy dear, the chains that ought to bind you
Are love-knots rather than shackles. May I ask you
Your name, your country, the reason for this bondage?Õ
At first she made no answer, too much the virgin
To speak to any man; she would have hidden
Her modest features with her hands, but could not
Since they were bound.Ó
- Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book Four, lines 678-685.
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