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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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SULTRY SPRING
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Chapter Nine
We stood there catching our breath, in that ornate living room. My
chest heaved, more gently now than before, my nipples stiffly sprouted
and begging for attention. Down between my legs I was wet with myself,
where little Krissy had titillated me to orgasm with her feather. She
twirled it still, gazing at it as she twisted it to and fro in the air, and
with sudden glee, biting her lip so as not to reveal her intent, she poked it
between the cheeks of AnnetteÕs bottom.
ÒKrissy!Ó Annette cried. She turned on the girl. Krissy blushed and
withdrew her feather. ÒIs that what you think about when I donÕt have my
eye on you, poking things up my bottom?Ó Annette asked her.
ÒNo, maÕam,Ó Krissy said.
ÒMadam,Ó James interjected. He was standing beside me, his penis
sticking up like a fencepost between his legs. How odd it was to have him
now beside me, after heÕd whipped me so harshly on my bottom! Yet now
we were as friends, standing casually. The whip still hung from his fist,
its tails as tight-twisted and devious as ever, but for the moment, at
least, I was safe.
ÒYes, James?Ó Annette said, turning from Krissy to the man. As was
our custom here in the living room, with ourselves so fully displayed, she
did not look at his face but, rather, finding his cock the most appealing
part, gazed instead at his penis as she spoke.
ÒIf you donÕt mind, all that tea I drank is beginning to make me feel
rather uncomfortable,Ó James said. His own gaze was fixed on AnnetteÕs
bust, nakedly uplifted and displayed by her corset.
ÒDo you mean you have to pee, James?Ó Annette asked. She ran her
tongue over her upper lip. We were all looking at his penis now, and it was
twitchingly alive, flexing frequently and throbbing with each beat of his
pulse. Krissy giggled.
ÒHe needs to shoot too!Ó Krissy declared.
ÒKrissy, be good or I will send you to bed,Ó Annette said, turning
once more to the girl. In the case of Krissy we tended to look at her face.
However James, being a man, looked, I think, mostly at her snug little
pussy, still waiting for its thatch of pubic hair. That and her bottom,
which he seemed to have a particular fondness for. At the moment
however KrissyÕs fat little ass was behind her, since she was facing us.
ÒYou are 10, Krissy,Ó Annette told the girl. ÒI do not mind you playing
with us, and indeed it is necessary I think, for you to be a little exposed to
adult affairs, so that you do not think you need to get into alcohol or drugs
to have fun. But still you are 10 and I expect you to be a little bit modest,
alright?Ó
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó Krissy said.
ÒDoes she still have her cherry?Ó James asked. Annette looked at
him.
ÒGive me that whip, James,Ó Annette said. Reluctantly he handed it
to Annette. With a quick swipe she brought it down on his penis.
ÒOW!Ó James cried. KrissyÕs eyes lit up. She let out a whoop of glee.
ÒPlease do not ask such impertinent questions, James,Ó Annette
said. ÒCannot Krissy be naked, and have a bit of fun, without being
fucked?Ó
ÒI just was asking. IÕm concerned about her welfare,Ó James
objected. Briskly his hands rubbed his cock. I think he was not altogether
dissatisfied with having an excuse to do that!
ÒJames! DonÕt play with yourself,Ó Annette scolded.
James took his hands away from himself and his dick quivered as
before, rock hard and hungry-looking.
ÒWe are going to go outside, James, and have some fun,Ó Annette
said.
ÒYou want me to go outside like this?!Ó James asked. His eyes
widened. He had quite a long dick.
ÒYes, James,Ó Annette said. ÒDonÕt worry. My back yard is quite
private. None of my neighbors will see you. Enjoy the freedom of being
outdoors, with your penis hard and stiff under the sun.Ó
With that rather poetic invitation inspiring us all, even those of us
who had nothing to offer the sun, save perhaps the swell of our bosom, and
in KrissyÕs case the pert cheeks of her ass, we went outdoors. Graceful
trees lined AnnetteÕs back yard. They were old, with heavy, gnarled
boughs, but a new growth of springtime leaves was upon them. In the
distance a lone gardener worked. He wore a shirt with rolled-up sleeves
and baggy Levis. He was cutting long grass at the far end of the yard with
a scythe. James jumped when he saw the swish of the scythe. I did too,
for although I was without his male equipment, I nonetheless prized my
nipples. Annette laughed.
ÒOh, he will not bother us,Ó she said. ÒHe only likes little girls.
Right Krissy?Ó
ÒRight,Ó Krissy said. She danced on her toes in the grass. ÒAnd he
has already given me my milk for today. For once I managed to swallow it
all!Ó She raised her arm. Remembering the event, she wiped her arm
triumphantly across her young lips. Annette frowned.
ÒI will have to talk with the gardener,Ó Annette said.
ÒOh, donÕt be mad! He says I NEED it! It will help my boobies grow,Ó
Krissy said. She put her small hands to her chest. She squeezed her flesh.
She forced her nascent titties to rise from her body. ÒSee?Ó she asked.
ÒJames! What are you doing?!Ó Annette asked, turning her eyes from
KrissyÕs display to the man, who had turned and was facing a bush by the
house.
ÒI have to go quite badly. IÕm just going to relieve myself,Ó James
said. He put his hand to the root of his penis and aimed his cock at the
leaves.
ÒNo, James. You are not to pee without permission,Ó Annette said.
James looked forlorn. He was all set to relieve himself. I watched as his
ass clenched.
ÒTurn around, James,Ó Annette said. ÒFace me, please. Not the bush.
We are going to play a game and I want your bladder full for it.Ó
ÒOh, God!Ó James said. He turned, still holding his dick. He looked
like a man in possession of a torpedo.
ÒI sit down when I go potty,Ó Krissy offered. She clasped her thighs
and rubbed them. She wriggled her ass.
ÒYes, Krissy. We all know how girls go to the bathroom,Ó Annette
said pettishly.
ÒIf itÕs alright with you, I have to go too,Ó my aunt said quietly to
Annette.
ÒYes we all have to go to the bathroom,Ó Annette said. ÒI know that.
ItÕs one of the reasons I served you tea. Let us hope that in addition to
molesting little Krissy, the gardener set up our next exercise for us.
Come along!Ó
Annette had the whip, swinging it casually in her hand, and so we
followed, obediently, not wanting to taste its sting. Krissy took my hand.
I watched my auntÕs bottom as we walked. She walked ahead of me, clad
in her black silk stockings. They were laddered now, where honeyed water
had run down the insides of her thighs, wetting her. Yet she still looked
elegant, her hair hanging in delicious curled locks down her back, her
corset tight, her ass wobbling nakedly above the smooth columns of her
legs. She walked carefully, for she still wore her high heels, and we were
upon grass now. But the lawn was smooth and she did not fall. Her leash,
intriguingly, hung down her back, attached to her pearl choker around her
neck but not, for the moment at least, held by AnnetteÕs hand. As for
James, who walked nakedly beside me, his own leash dragged behind him
in the grass. It still clamped his balls at their base, where his scrotum
connected to his body. But the leash was no longer tugged upon by
AnnetteÕs fingers. He looked like a loose dog, the way he dragged his
leash. If Krissy had not been clutching my hand and babbling something to
me about how pretty the flowers looked, I would have run after the leash
and picked it up.
ÒAh, here we are!Ó Annette said. We had passed between some trees
and now we stood before an old elm. A bird flitted away as it heard us
approach. I thought I heard baby birds chirping somewhere, high up in the
branches. I felt sad. Had we startled a Robin into leaving her young?
Krissy tugged on my hand. She pointed. Snaking through the grass,
as if it were a reptile come to steal the young, was a garden hose. It ran
up the tree and then hung limply over its lowest branch. The tree had been
pruned over the years and so the lowest branch was in fact about eight
feet off the ground. The hose dangled down. I looked from it to JamesÕ
penis. He was erect, jutting forth, yet I wondered if, when he was finally
permitted to spend, he wouldnÕt in fact look quite like that garden hose.
There was a styrofoam cooler placed next to the tree. In addition to
that, under the dangling garden hose, there was a broad rubber mat. It was
the same sort of mat that gymnasts use when they practise. Annette bent
and took the lid off the cooler. I saw ice mounded inside. Krissy at once
blurted,
ÒOh! I want a soda!Ó
ÒThere isnÕt any soda in here, darling,Ó Annette said. She drew from
the ice a plastic surgical glove.
ÒOh,Ó Krissy said. She had let go of my hand and run over to the
cooler. She looked at the glove dangling from AnnetteÕs fingertips.
ÒI want to wear it!Ó Krissy, forgetting the soda, said
enthusiastically.
ÒIt is not to be worn,Ó Annette smiled to Krissy. ÒBut I think we can
have some fun with it, donÕt you?Ó
ÒOh yes! Now I remember! We can blow it up like a balloon!Ó Krissy
said.
ÒNot this one, IÕm afraid, dear,Ó Annette told her. ÒYou see, the
gardener has made a small hole in the end of each fingertip.Ó Annette held
forth the glove so Krissy could examine it. The girl did, standing there in
the nude, under the tree, her hair still lovely, her body as naked as the day
she was born.
ÒOh, yes! There is a hole in each fingertip,Ó Krissy said. ÒBut why?
You canÕt have any fun with this glove now. How can you inflate it?Ó
ÒWould you like to see it inflated?Ó Annette asked the girl.
ÒYes!Ó Krissy said. ÒBut itÕs impossible.Ó
Annette laughed. ÒDo you think your God Mother is an ingenious and
wonderful woman?Ó
ÒOh, YES!Ó Krissy exclaimed. She jumped in the grass, her hands
clapped to her face. She had a look of childish expectancy in her eyes,
ever intrigued with new things.
ÒThen slip this glove over the end of the hose, Krissy,Ó Annette told
her. ÒMeanwhile, IÕm going to find a rubber band in this cooler to bind the
glove to the end of the hose. I donÕt want it to fall off.Ó
ÒOkay,Ó Krissy said. She took the glove and walked over to the hose
that hung down from the branch. She stepped onto the gymnastÕs mat to do
it, for the mat was under the hose. But when she reached up she found the
hose was too high for her.
ÒI canÕt reach it!Ó Krissy said, stretching, but still unable to reach
the end of the hose.
ÒHere, let me help,Ó James said. He walked onto the mat. As he
approached Krissy his penis reached her first. It bumped her nose. ÒOoops!
Sorry,Ó James said. Krissy cringed. She was under the hose and had
JamesÕ penis in her face. If ever a little girl looked to be in for a dousing,
it was Krissy! She drew back, letting James take the glove from her and
fit it to the hose. ÒThere,Ó he said.
ÒYour penis is as thick as that hose!Ó Krissy said. Her eyes were
wide.
ÒWell, it needs to be. It gets a lot of work,Ó James said. He was
blushing slightly, for the girl was staring at his cock with a look of
complete innocence in her eyes.
ÒDo you stick it into people?Ó Krissy asked.
ÒSometimes,Ó James said.
ÒAnd other times?Ó Krissy asked.
ÒI... uh... pee with it,Ó James said.
ÒThatÕs enough conversation, thank you, James,Ó Annette said. She
had found a rubber band. She came onto the mat and handed it to James.
ÒHere, put this around the base of the glove so it doesnÕt fall off when I
turn on the water.Ó
ÒOh! ThatÕs how youÕre going to inflate it!Ó Krissy said.
ÒYes, dear. IÕm going to inflate it with water. But I have one more
thing IÕm going to do first. Run to the cooler and see if you canÕt dig out a
can of whipped cream for me. I think itÕs way down on the bottom.Ó
ÒOhhhh, IÕll get it!Ó Krissy hollared. She ran to the cooler. With a
childÕs enthusiasm she stuck her hand down in the cooler and violently
rummaged in it.
ÒWhat are we going to do?Ó I asked. ÒCanÕt I go to the bathroom
first?Ó I was wiggling my hips now, as my aunt was, for we both had to
pee.
ÒYouÕll see,Ó Annette said. ÒHold yourselves for just a few more
minutes.Ó
ÒI FOUND IT!Ó Krissy yelled. She wrenched a can of whipped cream up
from the bottom of the ice-laden cooler. She dashed over to her God
Mother with it.
ÒAh, thank you, Krissy,Ó Annette said. She took the can from the
girl. Then she popped the cap off it. She aimed it at the surgical glove,
now dangling from the end of the hose. She squirted the glove.
When Annette was finished, the surgical glove was completely
coated with cream. How strange it looked, hanging down from the treeÕs
lowest branch, completely smothered in cream! Annette put the cap back
on the can. She walked over to the cooler and placed the can of whipped
cream back in the ice, laying it, however, on top of the ice this time, so it
could easily be found. Next she reached down behind the cooler. To my
surprise she discovered there a stop watch and several lengths of rope.
She showed them to us.
ÒThe stop watch is for me, and the ropes are for you,Ó Annette said.
She slung the stop watch around her neck. Then she beckoned James over
to her. ÒTie the girls, James,Ó Annette said. ÒEach one must have her
hands tied behind her back.Ó
ÒOh, can I play?Ó Krissy asked. She looked excited. It was rather
different from how I felt. I had to pee, and I did not fancy having my hands
tied behind me when what I needed was someplace to squat!
ÒYes, Krissy dear, you may play, although we will have to pull the
hose a little lower for you when itÕs your turn,Ó Annette smiled.
ÒOkay!Ó Krissy said. Apparently she had some inkling as to how the
ropes were to be used, for she promptly she held out her hands to James.
She held them with the wrists together, and looked beseechingly at the
ropes he held.
ÒNo, you must turn around, Krissy,Ó Annette said. ÒJames must tie
your hands behind your back.Ó
ÒOh,Ó Krissy said. She spun about. Quickly she put her hands behind
her back and waited for James to tie them.
How lewd it was, seeing little 10-year-old Krissy standing there,
waiting for James to tie her! She was endearingly naked. James, himself
naked, his penis throbbing, bent down and took hold of her wrists. Then, as
Krissy trembled, wiggling her hips and her knees with her desire to pee,
James bound her wrists behind her back.
ÒNow do the other two, James,Ó Annette said. She pointed to myself
and Rebecca. He came over to us and we turned and offered him our hands,
placed behind our backs. JamesÕ dick bumped my bottom as he tied me. I
shivered. My bladder felt full and I knew his was full and I wondered if he
might lose control of himself and pee on my ass. He didnÕt, though. I felt
forlorn when he left me and went and tied my aunt.
ÒNow, James, I must tie you,Ó Annette said when James had finished
tying RebeccaÕs wrists. She beckoned him over to her. Compliantly James
offered her his back and waited while she bound his hands behind him. The
gardener passed, carrying his scythe. He nodded to us but said nothing.
ÒHi, Fred! WeÕre playing a game!Ó Krissy blurted to the gardener. He
smiled, kept walking. He passed out from under the trees and the sun
caught the sharp edge of his scythe.
ÒDamn. My hands are tight,Ó James said, testing his bonds when
Annette had finished tying him. His cock wobbled on the warm air. His
leash still hung between his legs, like a forgotten toy.
ÒYes,Ó Annette said. ÒI believe in doing things right. Now James, in
a moment IÕm going to turn on the hose. The spigot is right over there, in
the bushes. When I turn on the hose the glove will fill with water. IÕll
only turn on the hose a little. That way the water will flow slowly. It
will be quite enough to fill the glove in short order, however, that I can
assure you.Ó
ÒYes? So what?Ó James asked.
ÒI want you to kneel on the mat, under the hose, James,Ó Annette
said.
ÒHeÕll get wet!Ó Krissy cried. ÒThe glove has holes in its fingers,
remember, mommie?Ó
Annette smiled. She looked at Rebecca. ÒHow odd it is to be called
mommie, when IÕm only 19. But she means, of course, that IÕm her God
Mother.Ó
ÒHeÕll get wet, mommie,Ó Krissy protested.
ÒYes, Krissy, but theyÕre only tiny pin holes. The water will squirt
out, but in thin streams, wetting him with delicious slowness,Ó Annette
said.
ÒGod, I really do need to pee,Ó James groaned. He arched his hips
forward. His dick stuck out like one of those long water balloons you can
buy in the summer at the grocery store.
ÒThe glove will pee on HIM!Ó Krissy squealed.
ÒYes it will pee on him when I turn on the water,Ó Annette agreed.
ÒAnd meantime I have a job for you to do, James.Ó
ÒWhatÕs that?Ó James groaned.
ÒYou must lick all the whipped cream off the glove,Ó Annette said.
ÒYIPPEEEE!Ó Krissy cried. She tried to fling up her hands but then
found they were tied and contented herself with jumping up and down in
the grass.
ÒYou mean I canÕt go to the bathroom but that damn glove is going to,
like, go to the bathroom on me?Ó James said. He spoke in an exasperated
tone.
ÒYes, James,Ó Annette said. ÒIsnÕt it lewd? WeÕll all be watching
your big, quivering penis, wondering if youÕre going to be able to hold back
your pee, while all the while that surgical glove there, dangling from the
hose, is going to be pissing on you. And, darling, you must lick all the
cream off the glove. Not just from the palm portion of the glove, but from
each water-inflated finger. Have you ever sucked cock, James?Ó
ÒNo,Ó James groaned.
ÒWell today youÕre going to get a little practise,Ó Annette said.
ÒDonÕt you think those fingers on that glove look rather like penises?Ó
ÒBoysÕ penises,Ó James said.
ÒThen pretend youÕre in NAMBLA, or something,Ó Annette said.
ÒGood God, woman! I have to piss! Do you really think IÕm going to
lick that stupid glove, while the whole time itÕs pissing on me?!Ó James
yelled.
Annette picked up the whip IÕd chosen, which sheÕd laid on the grass
by the cooler. She flicked it at JamesÕ behind.
ÒDo you need a more explicit answer?Ó Annette asked James.
ÒNo. The last thing I need is a hot ass,Ó James growled.
ÒI was thinking what a well hung pair of balls youÕve got,Ó Annette
told him.
ÒMommie, I have to pee!Ó Krissy declared. She wiggled her hips.
ÒWe all do, dear,Ó Annette said. ÒNow James, IÕm going to walk over
to the spigot. IÕm going to turn it on, so the glove fills. When I say ÔGOÕ I
want you to run out onto the mat, kneel down, and begin licking the glove.
DonÕt stop licking until the glove is completely clean. When youÕve got all
the whipped cream off of it, then IÕll stop this stopwatch IÕm holding.
WeÕll time you first, then Rebecca. After that weÕll probably have to
lower the hose a little for Chloe. Finally weÕll pull it down enough so that
little Krissy can have her turn.Ó
ÒIÕm not little!Ó Krissy said. ÒBut I do need the hose pulled down for
me,Ó she said.
Annette walked over to the bushes. She reached down and found the
spigot. She turned it. At once I heard a gurgle of water. A moment later
water sprang from the fingertips of the glove. At the same time the glove
began to expand, for not all the water could escape through the pinholes at
its fingers at once. Soon the glove was full and fat, like JamesÕ balls.
Water squirted from the gloveÕs fingertips. A puddle began to form on the
mat beneath the glove.
ÒReady, set, GO!Ó Annette called to James. She started her
stopwatch. James raced out onto the mat. His dick waggled, his balls
bounced up and down between his legs. Behind him he trailed the half-
forgotten leash, which even now was still bound around the base of his
scrotum. Squinting slightly at the water which spurted down into his
face, James began to lick the glove.
ÒGO! GO! GO!Ó Krissy shouted gleefully. With her arms bound, she
jumped up and down in the grass. As for myself, partly to take my mind
off my bladder, I began jumping up and down too. Even my aunt, perhaps
for the same reason as me, began to jump up and down.
ÒYahoo! Lick, doggie!Ó I shouted, watching as James sucked at the
fingertips of the glove. How animalistic he looked, hungrily slurping those
penis-sized fingers! I imagined him as a scout master, spurting whipped
cream on the dicks of the scouts in his care, then licking them clean. How
I would love to be one of his scouts! Except in my case I would have to
blush with embarrassment when he pulled down my pants and found that
instead of being a boy, I was a girl!
My eyes darted to JamesÕ dick. How swollen and urgent it looked.
Would he be able to keep from wetting the mat now that the glove was
spurting so freely upon him? Whipped cream smeared JamesÕ cheeks as he
worked.
ÒUse your mouth, James,Ó Annette warned. ÒDo not simply try to rub
the cream on the glove onto your face. You must LICK it off. If a little
gets on your face, from honest licking, thatÕs fine, but I will not allow you
to just rub it onto your face so you can finish faster.Ó
ÒYes, maÕam,Ó James gasped. IÕm not sure if he had been trying to
cheat but he slowed down a little and paid more attention to what he was
doing. Suddenly, jumping up and down in the grass, Krissy had an accident.
ÒOooops!Ó Krissy cried. Pee spurted from between her legs and ran
down her thigh.
ÒKrissy!Ó Annette shouted.
ÒIÕm sorry, mommie!Ó Krissy blurted.
ÒDammit I canÕt hold myself any more!Ó James shouted. Suddenly, as
he reached yet again with his mouth for one of the glovesÕ fingertips, pee
gushed from his dick. It splattered the mat and I found, looking at it, that
I myself was on the brink of disaster.
ÒAuntie!Ó I cried. I looked at Rebecca. There was fear in her eyes.
Suddenly we both peed in the grass. Of course, being girls, we needed to
squat, and not having time to do that, we felt the pee run down the insides
of our legs.
ÒOh, my stockings!Ó Rebecca yelped. They were already stained with
honey but now her pee coursed down over them.
ÒHow naughty you all are!Ó Annette laughed. ÒI shall have to punish
you all now-- a whipping for every one of your bottoms!Ó
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