Busty Babes 1/Busty Babes - Vol 1.iso/stories/naught2.txt

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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 aflutter 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 exuberance.  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
bizarre, 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
sorority 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
malarias.  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
announced 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 until 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 beguiling 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.