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                              NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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                                    THE FRUITS OF DESIRE

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                                        Chapter Eleven

         As Patrick watched the young man approach he remarked to himself 
how similar he looked to himself.  He had a powerful build, as Patrick did, 
and was approximately the same height.  Even his crotch bulged with the 
promise Patrick now felt, with little Kelli�s wet body pressed against 
him.
         �Myself minus 20 years,� Patrick thought to himself.  As he watched 
the young man walk up to him he felt a surge of appreciation for him, even 
as he feared him.
         �Hi,� Mark said, coming up.  He assumed the pose men always do, 
when meeting, in such circumstances.  It was a cross between modest 
friendliness and a willingness to break into battle at the drop of a hat.
         �Hi,� Patrick replied, uneasily, while still admiring the young man�s 
physique.
         �Little Kelli seems to have found a new friend,� Mark said, glancing 
down at the girl.  He felt confused at the fact that she was hugging the 
man.  Couldn�t the girl have a conversation with this grandfather without 
embracing the man?
         �He�s my new boyfriend!� Kelli piped up.
         �Your what?� Mark asked.
         �This is not my idea,� Patrick assured the young man.  Then, hastily, 
he added, �Are you her father?�
         Mark paused.  He seemed not to know what to say.  Finally he said, 
�No.  I�m just a friend.�
         �This is my new fwiend!� Kelli said, pressing her cheek to Patrick�s 
ribs, mangling slightly the word �friend� as she spoke it.  Then she put her 
lips to John�s sternum.  She kissed him.  John felt as if her small kiss 
drove the air right out of his lungs.
         �It�s... a pleasant evening tonight, isn�t it?� Mark asked.  He was still 
perplexed by Kelli�s behavior and didn�t know what to say.  Perhaps if he 
were the girl�s father he could have just snapped at her, and ordered her 
away, but he was not, and, suddenly, he felt as if his relationship with her 
were passing, as if it were something she had discarded.
         As for Kelli, she was quite happy to have two men suddenly at her 
disposal, after spending a whole week watching Mark pay attention to her 
aunt.  She kissed Patrick�s chest again, where the ribs met.  She heard the 
man respond breathlessly, as if her small child�s body had some 
supernatural power over this older male.
         �He�s a dentist!� Kelli said to Mark.
         �Er, not a dentist.  A sadist,� Patrick said.  He watched Mark�s face.  
The young man was so beautiful!  Patrick looked again at his crotch.  Had 
he ever seen such a bulging packet as that?
         �A sadist?� Mark asked.  Patrick steeled himself for a sudden 
outbreak of violence.  There was no telling what could happen now.  He was 
confessing to this young man that he was, in effect, a pervert, even as his 
little daughter hugged his waist! 
         �Well, not his daughter,� Patrick reminded himself, under his breath.  
Suddenly and impulsively he patted Kelli�s head.  Her blonde head was so 
round and perfect!  By God, if this girl wasn�t this young man�s daughter, 
then perhaps he would claim her as his own.
         �I-- I have some familiarity with sadism,� Mark replied.
         �He took me to a Bottom Party,� Kelli said, looking up at Patrick.
         Patrick felt a sudden surge of confidence.  The young father (or 
whatever he was!) hadn�t punched him.  The girl was still hugging him.  
Could it be possible that, by coming to the park to look for (yet another) 
young woman, he had instead found a willing little girl, and her young 
father?
         �No, not her father,� Patrick reminded himself, silently.  Then, 
patting Kelli again on the head, he asked the girl, �What was the Bottom 
Party like?  Did you enjoy it?�  
         �It hoit,� Kelli sighed, but did not seem overly dismayed by her 
confession, and rubbed her cheek against Patrick�s ribs.  The older man 
looked at Mark.  He lifted his chin, feeling a sadist�s sense of command 
wash over him.  He had these people in his power!  The girl adored him, for 
whatever reason, and the young man was compliant.  And gorgeous.
         �It�s true,� Mark said.  He was as confused as ever but he didn�t know 
what else to say to this older man, here in the cool of the evening in the 
water park, except to tell him the truth.  �But I couldn�t fit,� Mark 
confessed.
         The screams of the toddlers could be heard in the baby pool as they 
went up and down the children�s water slide.  They were confident now, no 
longer scared, thanks to Kelli�s instruction, given to them earlier.  Their 
mothers beamed, happy at their children�s confidence.
         Patrick stroked his chin.  �You mean your penis could not fit into her 
bottom?� Patrick asked Mark.  Both men looked at Mark�s crotch.
         �Yeah,� Mark said.
         �Well it�s perfectly obvious why that�s the case,� Patrick said.
         �It is?� Mark asked.
         �You are too big for her,� Patrick said.  He patted Kelli�s head, 
possessively.  �However with proper training, a girl could be stretched to 
the point of being able to take you.  It would require a week, perhaps.  But 
with sufficient effort, and guidance, it could be done.�
         �That�s nice,� Mark said.  He felt his words sounded incredibly banal 
for such a dire subject.
         Patrick looked down at the small young teen, with the grapefruit-
sized breasts.  �I�m quite wealthy,� Patrick said, in an offhand way.  He 
didn�t want to make the other man jealous.  �I have built a camp that I call 
The Reservation.  I have three girls there.  They would be happy to pamper 
a young man such as yourself.�  Patrick smiled.  �You have an excellent 
physique, and the girls would enjoy the challenge of your penis.  You would 
be given every luxury but, of course, there is a cost.  You must allow your 
body to be tortured on the forth day.�
         �Oh,� Mark said.  He gulped.  His cock, already large in his 
swimtrunks, seemed to stiffen.  �Tortured?  In what way?�
         �Whipped, flogged, whatever the girls wish to do to you,� Patrick 
said.  �But only after they have spent three days pampering your beautiful 
body.�
         Mark gulped again.  Suddenly Amanda walked up, holding a lemon ice 
cola in her hand.  She sipped it.  Nonchalantly, but with a look of interest 
and concern on her face, she said, �Hi, guys.  What�s happening?�  She 
gazed first at Mark, then at Patrick, then finally at little Kelli, who still 
was embracing the grey-haired man.
         �He�s a dentist,� Kelli said.
         �Er, not a dentist.  A sadist,� Patrick corrected.
         The young woman with the lemon ice cola lifted her eyebrows.  
Patrick expected anything:  interest, anger... you could not tell what a 
person�s reaction would be in contemporary America, torn as it was 
between the world views of feminism, religious fundamentalism, and 
sensualism, with a heavy overlay of old-fashioned bourgeoise values.
         �We... went to a Bottom Party,� Amanda said, seeming slightly 
uncertain as to how to respond to the man�s self-definition.
         �Yes.  So I�ve heard,� Patrick answered.  He peered more closely at 
Amanda.  God, if this girl was the mother of the girl who was embracing 
him, she must have been fucked in preschool!  He had never known girls 
that young to conceive... could they?  �Are you her mother?� Patrick 
finally asked, after an awkward silence.
         �No.  Do I look that old?� Amanda replied.
         �No,� Patrick assured her.  �You must be her older sister, then.�
         �She�s my aunt!� Kelli piped up.  �HI, auntie,� Kelli said to the older 
teen.
         �Hi Kelli.�
         �This is my new boyfriend, auntie,� Kelli said, in a voice close to 
insistence.
         �Don�t you think he�s a little old for you?� Amanda asked.  A smirk 
played on her lips.
         �Nope,� Kelli said, confidently.
         �Well, a dentist for a boyfriend,� Amanda said.  The way she said the 
word �dentist� Patrick knew what she really meant:  �sadist�, but saying 
�dentist� to induce guilt in Patrick.  Shame on him for liking a girl who 
was so little she didn�t even know the difference between a dentist and a 
sadist!
         �He... says he could be of assistance in helping me... you know,� Mark 
said to Amanda.  His words were uncertain, anxious, and his posture that 
of someone torn between speaking and not speaking.
         �What?�  Amanda looked at Mark over the rim of her cola drink as 
she sipped again from its short, fashionably narrow straw.
         �I can be of assistance in regards to your little niece�s bottom,� 
Patrick said.
         �My.  How quickly we confess the intimate details of our lives these 
days,� Amanda replied.
         Patrick, finding permission in Amanda�s gaze, explained his wealth, 
and The Reservation.  The young woman seemed torn.  It was obvious that 
Patrick�s words aroused her.  At the same time they frightened her and, 
when she looked at her niece, she seemed even more frightened.  But Kelli 
insisted she wanted to go.  She refused to quit hugging the older man with 
the strange tale of a Reservation where people experienced both the 
greatest pleasures and the most intimate, and challenging, of pains.  
Finally Mark cast the swing vote.  His cock was growing increasingly 
disturbed, and showing all too visibly in his swimsuit.  It was drawing 
appreciative stares from the mothers nearby.  He felt embarrassed at his 
inability to control his erection and so, in desperation, he said, �Yes.  
We�ll go.�
         Patrick realized this was not the usual situation, as with a harried 
business woman, who would make an appointment, and see him in his 
office, and have her bottom inspected prior to leaving for The Reservation.  
These people, this young man with his fierce erection and this young 
woman who had misgivings on account of her niece, and perhaps most of 
all little Kelli, who might change her mind on a dime, needed to be 
captured at once.
         �What day should we see you?� Amanda asked Patrick.  Her eyes 
betrayed her real question:  �How can I get rid of you before I feel guilty 
for liking you?�
         �If you do not have any other obligations, we shall proceed at once,� 
Patrick said.
         �Oh, but--� Amanda said.  Her gaze faltered.  Her mind seemed to 
wander.  Patrick knew what it was doing.  It was searching for anything, 
ANYTHING to delay this older man who wished to take possession of her.
         Patrick looked to Mark for confirmation.  The young man was 
embarrassing himself in the middle of this water park with such an 
enlarged erection.
         �Yes,� Mark breathed.  �Yes.  Let�s go.�  He reached down and 
adjusted his swimsuit but it did no good, and the young mothers in the 
baby pool were still staring.
         Holding Kelli against him, Patrick offered his arm gallantly to  her 
aunt.
         �Shall we?� Patrick said.  His question was rhetorical.  His eyes 
commanded a �yes� answer.
         �Al- Alright,� Amanda said.  Patrick reached for the young woman�s 
arm.  He clasped his strong fingers about her wrist.  He pulled on her arm 
and with a wavering gaze she let him draw her toward the park�s exit.  
Mark, his penis still bulging in his suit, followed.  Kelli trotted along 
beside Patrick.  She held on to him at first, with her arms, until his longer 
stride forced her to let go of him.
         �Are we really going to your restroom?� Kelli asked Patrick.  She 
looked up at him with eager eyes.  They were bright, innocent, like a puppy 
dog following its master, having no idea where the master is going, but 
delighted to come along.
         �Er, not restroom.  Reservation,� Patrick said.
         �We need a reservation?� Kelli asked.
         �No, it�s called a reservation.  Like an Indian Reservation,� Patrick 
said.
         �Oh,� Kelli said.  �I like Indians!�  And then she put her hand to her 
mouth and, very happily, she cried, �WOO!  WOO!  WOO!  WOO!�
         �Kelli!� Amanda snapped.
         �I�m being an Indian, auntie!� Kelli answered.  �Can�t I be an Indian?�
         �Yes,� Amanda answered, looking quite confused and unsure of 
herself.  She was clutching her lemon ice cola, and she was letting a man 
drag her along, to God knows where, and for what purpose?  Pleasure?  
Sadism?  Dentistry?  No, not dentistry, she told herself.  Then she 
remembered that she�d left her purse lying on the other side of the baby 
pool.
         �Oh!  My purse!� Amanda said.
         �Hmmm?� Patrick asked.
         �I must get my purse,� Amanda breathed.
         �Ah.  Of course.  Forgive me,� Patrick said.  He looked at Mark.  With 
a commanding gaze he said to the young man, �Go fetch her purse.�
         �Oh.  Yeah,� Mark said.  He turned.  He broke into a jog, which caused 
his crotch to bounce up and down, stiffly, in his swimsuit, further 
amusing the mothers.  He arrived at the chair Amanda had been sitting in, 
on the other side of the baby pool, and suddenly he realized how incredibly 
stupid he�d been.  In his excitement, in his blushing embarrassment at his 
inability to keep his cock under control, he�d let the gray-haired man leave 
the park with both Amanda and Kelli!
         Mark grabbed Amanda�s purse.  He did not bother to pick up her towel, 
or the towel he himself had been using.  He made no attempt to go hunting 
for Kelli�s Rugrats towel.  God knows where the girl might have dropped 
that.  He dashed for the park exit.  The man was no longer in sight, and 
neither were Amanda or Kelli.
         Outside, Mark found a limousine waiting by the curb.  It was black.  
It�s engine was idling.  Mark walked up to it and peered through the glass 
where the driver sat.  He could not see into the passenger compartment.
         Suddenly, a door alongside the passenger compartment opened.  
Patrick leaned out.  
         �Mark!  Get in!� he called to the young man.
         Mark breathed a sigh of relief.  With his groin bouncing heavily in his 
suit, he loped over to the open door.  He slipped inside.  In the lighted 
compartment, Patrick smiled at him.  Amanda, shyly, smiled also.  Kelli 
had found a cooler with soda in it.  She was rummaging in it.  She gave 
Mark a childish grin.
         Mark pulled the door of the limo shut.  Immediately it locked, for the 
driver, hearing the door close, pressed a button which locked all the doors.  
Patrick patted Mark�s thigh.
         �Were you afraid I�d leave without you?� Patrick smiled.
         �Yes,� Mark confessed.
         �Not with a penis like that,� Patrick said.  Boldly he gazed down at 
Mark�s crotch.
         �Oh, yeah,� Mark said.  He gazed down at himself.
         �There�s no need to restrict yourself any longer,� Patrick smiled.
         �Can I?� Mark asked.  He put his hands to his swimsuit.
         �Of course,� Patrick said.  He directed Mark�s gaze to the black glass 
surrounding their compartment.  �This is privacy glass,� Patrick said.  
�Help yourself.�
         �Thanks,� Mark sighed.  He eased down his swimsuit.  His cock 
sprang up.  It quivered in the air.  It was even longer and more gorgeous 
than Patrick had imagined.  Kelli had meanwhile pulled a soda from the 
cooler.  It was a big 16 ounce cream soda.  She opened it.
         POP! the soda went, as Mark stared at his cock.  It quavered with 
rude insistence in the chilled, air-conditioned air of the limousine.  
Outside it was sultry, the air oppressive, but in the limousine the air was 
liberatingly cool, and now Mark�s cock was free too.  He couldn�t help but 
smile.  His balls felt heavy between his legs, impossibly heavy, and he was 
dying to empty them.
         �It is strange, is it not, how the genitalia is both part of one�s body, 
and yet not a part of it too, isn�t it?� Patrick asked Mark.  Amanda, 
blushing, turned to Kelli and asked the girl for a soda.
         �Huh?� Mark meanwhile asked Patrick.
         �Your penis,� Patrick said.  �It is hard despite your wishes, is it 
not?�
         �Of course,� Mark said.
         �So it is, then, somewhat beyond your control,� Patrick said.  �Like a 
big banana sticking out from your body.  And your balls.  Consider them 
also.  They are heavily dependent under you, making you feel like your eyes 
are going to cross when they are really full.  Am I right?� Patrick asked.  
Amanda passed him a soda and he took it from her, still keeping his eyes 
on Mark�s penis.  He pulled the tab and it popped open.
         �Yes.  You�re right,� Mark said.
         Patrick looked at Amanda.  He gazed at her breasts, which were 
heavy and beautiful, and he said, �Your bosoms.  Do they always feel a part 
of you?�
         �Hmmm?� Amanda asked.  She opened her soda and put it to her lips.  
Her breasts jiggled as she drank from the can.
         �Your breasts.  They are so large.  Do they always feel like they�re 
part of you, or somehow separate?� Patrick asked Amanda.
         �Um, I know what you mean,� Amanda, spilling a little soda down her 
chin, answered.  �You mean like when I was a girl, and had no breasts, 
compared to now?�
         �Yes,� Patrick said.
         �It is... different,� Amanda agreed.
         �I�m just growing mine!� Kelli said.  Proudly she stuck out her chest.
         Patrick drank from his soda can.  Then he said, �At the reservation, 
you will each be given clothing to wear.  It will not be much, admittedly, 
but you are to wear it at all times, unless you are asked to remove it.  Now 
I would like you, Amanda, and you also Kelli, to take off your bras.  They 
will not be needed at the reservation.  One of the purposes of such a place 
is to allow you to enjoy the freedom of your bodies.  In the case of your 
bosoms, it is a fact that for thousands of years women were able to 
experience the sensuous enjoyment of the heaviness of their bosoms 
wobbling freely on their chest.  Indeed, it was often necessary to keep the 
breasts free, in order to nurse one�s children.  So I would like you both to 
undo your bikini bras, and to let your tits jiggle freely as we ride along.  It 
is surely the least you can do, given what a fine display Mark is making, 
with his most private part of his anatomy.�
         Amanda and Kelli looked at Mark�s penis.  Then they exchanged 
smiles.  Together they reached behind themselves, and each girl undid her 
own bra.  Mark and Patrick gasped in appreciation as the girls� bosoms 
sprang from their bras.  The twin pairs of flesh wobbled luxuriously.  The 
limo hit a bump and their bosoms jiggled even more.  Mark�s cock waggled 
like a very long, very thick spinster�s finger.  The four of them laughed.
         �And how about you, sir?� Amanda asked Patrick.  She looked at his 
crotch.  It was not unimpressive.
         �The master does not undress in front of his slaves,� Patrick said.
         �Oh!  Is that what we are?� Amanda asked.  She was still smiling, 
yet surprised.
         �In a manner of speaking,� Patrick said.  �But I am a master 
primarily to serve.  You, all three of you, will now experience the most 
exquisite pampering.  Truly, it will astound you.  Sit back and enjoy the 
feeling of the cool air.  Have as many sodas as you like.  The caffeine will 
give you energy for what lies ahead.  For enjoyment can be as exhausting 
as anything, can it not?�
         �I suppose so,� Amanda said.  She lifted her eyebrows.  �What is it, 
sir, that you propose to do with us?  Afterward, after our three days of 
pleasure?�
         �Ah,� Patrick said.  He looked suddenly grave.  �Your bodies will then 
have to pay for the pleasures they have received.  My reservation is 
designed to cleanse the mind entirely of past worries, and former 
anxieties.  Bills, deadlines, commitments, all of these will be exhumed 
from your mind, first by pleasure, and then by the pain which I will inflict 
on you.�  He looked at Mark.  �Or, in your case, which my three girls will 
inflict on you,� he told the young man.
         Mark nodded.  His cock was too hard and his balls were too full to 
protest.  As for Amanda, she sipped her soda again, considering Patrick�s 
words, and then she said, �Oh, but I do not like pain.�
         �Me neither,� Kelli said.
         �I shall be judicious,� Patrick said.  �Always you must focus on the 
benefits such a workout will bring.  The purgative benefits.  For the mind 
and the soul.�
         �Hmmm.  I need to work out,� Amanda said.
         �Exactly,� Patrick said.  �Actually you look fine but I know what you 
mean.  We all need to work out, so we can keep looking our best.  But so 
many people complain about it, do they not?  About working out, I mean.  
They put it off.  They postpone it to another day.  But with the aid of a 
whip, and a dutiful master, a slave such as yourself will not miss any of 
her workouts.�
         �Ohhhh!� Amanda said.  She shivered.
         �Shall I have the driver turn down the air conditioning?� Patrick 
asked.
         �No.  I�m not cold,� Amanda said.  She sipped her soda.
         �I�m a little bit cold,� Kelli confessed.  
         �Then I shall have the air conditioning eased a bit,� Patrick said.  He 
spoke into an intercom built into the leather seat, to the driver, who 
lessened the air conditioning.

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