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NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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SULTRY SPRING
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Chapter Ten
We passed out from under the trees and crossed the lawn. It was
sun-drenched. I loved the feel of the sun on my body. However as it
warmed my skin a thought occurred to me: could the sun, glaring down on
my already reddened behind, damage my skin?
Nervously I splayed my fingers over the cheeks of my ass. I winced
at the touch of my fingers. My behind was still tender from being whipped.
I pulled at the rope which bound my wrists. Behind me I heard the swish
of AnnetteÕs whip. I scurried forward. Annette laughed. She had only
teased, striking the air somewhere behind me, close enough to surprise me
but not close enough to make contact.
ÒHow pretty your ass looks when you hurry your stride, Chloe,Ó
Annette called to me.
ÒOhh! I do not want to be whipped!Ó Rebecca said. She hurried
across the verdure grass, keeping pace with me. I glanced at her and saw
her own hands had protectively cupped her ass. Her bosoms, naked and
free, thrust forth with extra oomph due to the fact that her hands were
behind her. They wobbled like large Hindenburgs seeking their doom.
ÒI donÕt need to be spanked!Ó Krissy declared. She ran ahead, despite
having her hands tied behind her. When she reached the house she turned
and looked at us. She saw how far back my aunt and I, heavy with our
breasts and hips and bottoms, were from her. And so she ran back to us,
her long hair streaming, her body light and thin, elf-like.
ÒWhew! You guys are SO slow!Ó Krissy said when she reached us.
She panted, her small childÕs lungs gulping in air. I gazed jealously at her
breast buds. They did not hamper her at all. She could run or jump or
skinny herself up a tree, without a care in the world. She grinned at me.
Then she turned to James. ÒEven you are slow,Ó Krissy scolded. And
indeed he was, for, though being male, he had his own encumbrances. His
manly balls hung with a heaviness of lust between his legs. His full-
grown penis waggled like a broomstick in front of him.
ÒOhhh, I have to go to the bathroom again,Ó Krissy announced. She
skipped out a little in front of us and splayed her legs. With her hands
still tied behind her, an amused look on her face, she let a new stream of
pee go sluicing down the inside of her thighs. Some squirted freely from
her cunt lips, into the air, into the open space between her legs. What a
spectacle it made, falling like golden dew to the grass!
ÒKrissy!Ó Annette said in a disapproving voice.
ÒIÕm just watering the grass, mommie!Ó Krissy said, still peeing.
ÒSee? IÕm a sprinkler!Ó
ÒKrissy you will pee when I say to, and not before or after,Ó Annette
told the girl. We overtook her where she stood in the grass, and Annette,
drawing close, whisked her whip up under the girlÕs bottom.
ÒYEEEEEHOOOOCH!Ó Krissy shouted. The whipÕs twin cords bit into
the lowermost part of her cheeks. She arched up onto her toes. She gaped
at the sky and her mouth, so pretty and smiling just seconds before, now
was a rictus of pain. Her hands, still tied, grabbed at her chubby cheeks.
ÒYou will do what I say in all things, Krissy, and not simply go
racing about like an undisciplined child,Ó Annette said to the girl.
ÒYes, mommie!Ó Krissy yelped. Tears brimmed in her eyes. I felt a
rush of sadness for her and then, just as quickly, it passed away. I saw
somewhere in KrissyÕs tear-filled eyes a glow of satisfaction. She had
wanted to show off. More importantly, I guessed, she had wanted to show
off to James.
ÒPerhaps you should not be so hard on her,Ó James said to Annette.
He gazed at Krissy with indulgent eyes.
ÒShe can handle herself quite well, I assure you,Ó Annette replied.
ÒIn fact,Ó Annette added, noting the same glow of self-pity mingled with
self-satisfaction in KrissyÕs eyes that I saw, ÒShe is doing so even now.
ArenÕt you, little miss?Ó
ÒIÕm being good, mommie!Ó Krissy blurted. Then she skipped ahead.
Turning to face us, she once more opened her legs. ÒIÕm just making sure
all the grass gets watered!Ó she announced, and another wisp of pee
escaped her 10-year-old cunt.
ÒGirls will be girls,Ó Annette sighed. Krissy finished her newest
donation. Then she ran to the house again, looking back twice to make sure
Annette wasnÕt hot on her heels.
Annette let us into the house. I feared she would whip us at once.
Instead, however, she ushered us upstairs, and into a bathroom. It was
quite elegant. The walls were tiled. There was a ceramic vase sitting in
the corner. The bath itself was large, and looked to be made of marble.
Annette had yet to relieve herself, though she had drunk as much tea
as the rest of us. We stood watching her as, now, with a shiver of delight,
she quickly walked to the toilet and raised the lid and sat down on it. We
listened as she peed. It was a vigorous pee, the product of a full bladder.
ÒYou see? One must learn to contain oneself,Ó Annette, sitting on
the toilet, letting her piss out, told the four of us.
ÒYou have an admirable bladder, madam,Ó James told her. Krissy
giggled.
ÒCan I pee in the tub?Ó Krissy asked.
ÒNo, Krissy. You must learn to put your pee where it belongs,Ó
Annette told her. ÒIt doesnÕt go on the grass and it doesnÕt go in your
bathtub water and it especially doesnÕt go in your bed.Ó
Krissy blushed.
ÒI sometimes forget to wake up,Ó Krissy said.
ÒWell, youÕre awake now, arenÕt you?Ó Annette asked. She took
toilet paper from a roll beside the toilet and wiped her cunt.
ÒYes, mommie,Ó Krissy said.
Annette got up from the toilet. ÒThen come over here and put your
pee where it belongs,Ó Annette said. She pointed to the commode.
ÒOh, I donÕt have to go now!Ó Krissy said.
Annette closed the toilet lid and flushed it.
ÒThen why did you ask to pee in the bath tub?Ó Annette asked.
ÒÔCause itÕs fun!Ó Krissy said. She grinned up at me, as if I would
agree with her. ÒThereÕs lots of bubbles and itÕs warm and I like letting
my pee out,Ó Krissy said. ÒThen I scrub myself really good!Ó Krissy added.
ÒThat hardly does any good, if youÕve already peed in the water
youÕre sitting in,Ó James told her.
ÒIÕm sorry to interrupt this intellectual discussion, but I want you
all in the tub,Ó Annette said.
Krissy looked at the tub. It was as yet empty; no one had filled it.
ÒThereÕs no water in it,Ó Krissy said. ÒShould I pee in it?Ó
ÒKrissy! Get in the tub this instant!Ó Annette said. She swung her
whip at the girl. Krissy darted forward. She leaped into the empty basin.
ÒMadam, her hands are tied,Ó James protested.
Annette looked at the man. She flicked her whip and caught James
on the knob of his penis.
ÒOUCH!Ó James roared. His penis wobbled about.
ÒHave you never been placed in a tub full of water, and washed?Ó
Annette asked James. ÒWith your hands tied behind your back?Ó
ÒN- No,Ó James said.
ÒWell it is most delicious. Always there is the fear, you know, of
drowning. It creates an atmosphere of complete trust between master and
slave.Ó Annette sighed. ÒHowever with four of you, and Krissy being so
undisciplined, I do not wish to risk things getting out of hand. So I will
untie you. But you must do just as I say; no more, no less. As for you,
James, since you are so concerned for her welfare, you shall be in charge
of Krissy. And to make things simple for you, though I shall untie you and
Chloe and Rebecca, I want KrissyÕs hands to remain just as they are, tied
behind her back. It will keep her pesky little fingers off your dick, James,
and, perhaps more importantly, since you will have to make sure that she
doesnÕt drown, it will keep your own hands off yourself, James.Ó
Annette untied us, except for Krissy. She said she wanted us
completely naked, free of everything, and we did not refuse her. My aunt
blinked her eyes and smiled as her pearl choker was removed. James let
out a gasp of relief as the leather halter around his balls was undone.
We got into the tub. Annette put down the drain plug and turned on
the water. It rushed into the tub. Annette insisted on setting its
temperature for us. It was piping hot.
ÒOooh! It hurts to let the water touch me where I was whipped,Ó
Krissy told me. She was sitting on the bottom of the tub. She sprang to
her knees as the hot water touched her ass.
ÒBe thankful you didnÕt get your whole bottom whipped,Ó I said to
her. I was sitting down too, but when I felt the water spread across the
bottom of the tub I ruefully rose up on my knees. I reached back and
touched my sore cheeks. I looked at James. He lay opposite me in the big
tub, stretched out like a king. He did not mind the water. He watched as
the water rose over his balls. It lifted them momentarily. Then, finding
their weight too great, it lost them, and they sank under the waterÕs
surface. JamesÕ prick stood tall like a flag pole, waiting stolidly as the
hot water crept up his shaft.
ÒI wish to be fucked,Ó my aunt said. She lay beside James. She
opened her legs. She parted them hard, like Krissy had, peeing on the
grass. My aunt lifted her arms and lay them against the tiled wall of the
bathroom. She opened her mouth, but said nothing.
ÒWhy, Rebecca, you look like youÕre begging for a ball gag and a
penis, and to have your hands strung up,Ó Annette said. Still my aunt made
no reply, but merely lay there, feeling the hot water rise around her.
ÒGod, you are tempting me,Ó James said to my aunt. He looked at
Annette.
ÒGet out of that tub and help me out of these things, James,Ó
Annette said to the man. She stood outside the tub, looking in upon us like
a guest missing an invitation to a party. She was still ÔclothedÕ, if one
could call it that, for her pussy was left bare, despite the elaborate
nature of her attire.
ÒIÕm all wet,Ó James said. There were no towels handy, though a
stack of them were piled, out of our reach, on the counter where the sink
was.
ÒIt doesnÕt matter if youÕre wet, James,Ó Annette told the man. ÒGet
out of that tub. Quit being a lazy ass. Come and help me out of this
corset.Ó
ÒOh, shit,Ó James said. ÒWhat about Krissy?Ó
ÒChloe can watch her. CanÕt you, Chloe?Ó Annette said to me.
ÒYes, Mistress,Ó I replied.
ÒOh, IÕm big enough to watch myself!Ó Krissy said. But her arms
were still tied behind her back, to keep her from mischief, and so I put a
hand to her shoulder and said, pointing with my finger, ÒLook. You are just
starting to grow boobs, Krissy. When you get bigger they will really stick
out nicely. Especially when you have your hands tied behind your back.Ó
ÒBut I donÕt want to go on dates with my hands tied behind my back,Ó
Krissy said.
ÒHmmm?Ó I asked.
ÒI want to have big bosoms when I go on a date,Ó Krissy said to me.
ÒBut I donÕt want to have my hands tied behind my back. What will I do if
my boyfriend buys me popcorn?Ó
ÒHe could feed it to you, with his fingers,Ó I told her.
ÒHmmm. I know of a better place he could put his fingers,Ó Krissy
said to me. She said it in a hushed voice and smiled. Then she thrust
forward her hips.
ÒYou mean down here?Ó I asked. I diddled her slit.
ÒNOOOOOO!Ó Krissy yelled. But she was laughing as she shouted and I
could tell she enjoyed very much being touched there.
ÒYouÕre a little slut, Krissy,Ó I told her. ÒI hope youÕre still a virgin
down here.Ó
ÒNot now IÕm not, now that youÕve touched me!Ó Krissy declared.
I sighed. How little she knew. And yet how freely she played with
us!
ÒKrissy, youÕd better still be a virgin, or IÕm going to personally hang
our gardener,Ó Annette, getting out of her corset, said, only half hearing
our conversation. James stood behind her, nude and dripping, my aunt
watching him from the tub, her eyes hungry.
Annette, when she was as naked as ourselves, had James escort her
into the tub. How wild it looked to see the two of them, James still wet,
Annette perfectly dry, save for her moistened cunny, stepping into the tub
together. We were hedonists. My aunt spread her legs wider, hoping to
invite James to lie atop her rather than beside her. Annette sank slowly
into the tub and commented on the heat of the water:
ÒOh, itÕs hot!Ó she smiled.
ÒYou donÕt have a sore bottom,Ó I told her.
ÒAh, I should have brought my whip,Ó Annette said. She looked over
her shoulder. It lay on the bathroom floor.
ÒYou donÕt still plan to whip us?Ó my aunt, finding a use for her
mouth besides catching flies, said.
ÒOf course, darling! But there is no hurry,Ó Annette told her. ÒRelax
and enjoy yourself.Ó
ÒOh, I canÕt relax if IÕm going to be whipped!Ó I blurted. I didnÕt want
anything more to touch my bottom. Even the water was a trial.
ÒIt is the waiting that is half the fun, or half the torment, depending
on your point of view,Ó Annette said to me.
ÒMommie, I have to pee,Ó Krissy said.
ÒThen get out of the tub and go sit on the toilet and do it properly,Ó
Annette said to her.
ÒMy hands are tied!Ó Krissy complained.
ÒChloe, see if you can get her hands undone,Ó Annette told me. She
frowned at Krissy. ÒWhat a trial you are!Ó Annette said.
Krissy wiggled as I tried to undo her hands. Fortunately the rope
was not tight. After pulling on it a few minutes I managed to get it loose.
James, meanwhile, stretched out again, lying down in the tub beside my
aunt. She smiled at him with lambent eyes.
ÒGod, youÕre beautiful,Ó James told my aunt.
ÒThen do me,Ó my aunt said.
ÒWhen the time is ripe, Rebecca, not before,Ó Annette said. She
smiled at my aunt. ÒYou did not come here for a quick fuck, darling. Even I
know that. You brought James with you. You could have fucked him
without either of you coming here.Ó
My aunt blushed.
Annette lay down beside James. She put a finger to her lips. She
licked it. Then she reached down and scooped a dollop of pre-cum off the
tip of JamesÕ penis. She popped her finger in her mouth and sucked it.
ÒYou see, Rebecca? Now I have more of him than you do,Ó Annette
teased my aunt. She spoke over the finger stuck in her mouth, which was
her own finger, which sheÕd used to scoop pre-cum off the tip of JamesÕ
dick. At once my aunt licked her own finger, making it wet, and touched
the wettened tip to JamesÕ cock.
ÒPee on my finger,Ó Rebecca told James.
ÒI cannot,Ó James said. They both watched his penis together. We
all did. And as we watched a new drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip of
JamesÕ cock. My aunt, happy with this contribution, whisked it up with her
finger. She deposited it onto her tongue.
Meanwhile, Krissy, untied at last, scrambled out of the tub.
ÒKrissy! Where are you going?Ó Annette asked.
ÒWhere you TOLD me to go!Ó Krissy huffed.
We watched Krissy. She skipped across the bathroom floor to the
toilet. It was an unusually high commode, and she had to hoist herself
onto it. She positioned herself over the commodeÕs hole with anxious
eyes. Then she sat there. Her feet dangled down, her toes pointing toward
the floor. After a moment, sighing and looking at us, she peed. She
flushed. Then she flushed again.
ÒKrissy, donÕt play with the flusher,Ó Annette said to the girl.
ÒIÕm making sure it all goes away,Ó Krissy replied. ÒCleanliness is
next to Godliness.Ó
ÒDonÕt talk about God on the toilet,Ó James said to her.
We stood downstairs, in the living room. We were fresh from our
bath. WeÕd toweled each other dry. Not just until we were dry, but,
rather, enjoying the feel of the towels upon our bare flesh, until we were
wet again. James was leaking pre-cum. Myself and my aunt and Annette
were moist in our dells. Only little Krissy, too young to make juice,
obtained a perfect dryness. She was pure.
ÒAre we to be whipped now?Ó my aunt asked Annette, with a nervous
glance at the whip Annette held in her hand. It was the same one sheÕd
taken outside with her.
ÒNot yet,Ó Annette said. ÒAs I told Chloe earlier, Rebecca dear, when
you were fixated on JamesÕ penis instead of listening to me, it is the
waiting for a whipping that is half the fun.Ó
ÒOh, but we MUST be whipped, then?Ó my aunt asked. She reached
behind herself. She clutched at her ass. There was a frightened look in
her eyes.
ÒRebecca, one minute you accept your fate and the next you resist,Ó
Annette said. She flicked her whip. ÒIs it done solely for attention,
Rebecca?Ó Annette asked. She touched my auntÕs face. My aunt closed her
eyes, while still holding her ass with her hands. ÒYes, I think it is,Ó
Annette said. My aunt, her eyes closed, licked her lips. ÒYou love the
thought of it... yet you fear the doing of it,Ó Annette told my aunt. She
kissed my aunt on the lips. My aunt did not draw in her tongue but instead
let AnnetteÕs lips imprison it. Annette sucked upon it.
ÒOooh, yuck. TheyÕre kissing,Ó Krissy whispered to me.
ÒGod, how lovely you taste,Ó Annette sighed, when at last she
released my auntÕs tongue. She drew her face away from my auntÕs. She
looked at us.
ÒMommie, are you going to be RebeccaÕs boyfriend?Ó Krissy asked
her.
ÒNo, Krissy,Ó Annette said. ÒNow listen. Be glad I had Chloe untie
your hands. And be quiet too, or IÕll see that James ties you up again.Ó
ÒI like being tied,Ó Krissy said.
ÒBe good, Krissy,Ó James warned her. His voice was deep and
wonderful, in sharp contrast to KrissyÕs child-like chirp.
ÒEveryone, listen up,Ó Annette said. ÒWe are going to play a game.
We shall all kneel on the floor. One behind the other. Each of you will
stick your ass in the air, like a dog. Frankly, like a dog in heat,Ó Annette
laughed. ÒAnd at the same time you will put your nose to the rump of the
person in front of you.Ó
ÒHuh?Ó James asked. His cock was throbbing and hard. He looked
desperate to cum. I donÕt think he wanted to play any more games.
ÒJames, youÕre big and strong,Ó Annette said. She touched the manÕs
arm. Her fingers caressed it, savoring its girth. ÒYou shall be our engine,Ó
Annette said to James.
ÒOh, I want to be the engine!Ó Krissy blurted.
ÒNo, Krissy. YouÕre little. YouÕre going to be the caboose,Ó Annette
told the girl. Krissy pouted.
ÒNow each of us will kneel on the rug, and, putting our nose to the
person in front of us, we will go around in a circle, like a train,Ó Annette
said. ÒHowever we shall not simply sniff each otherÕs bottoms, wonderful
as that might be. We shall actually be coupled to each other, just as cars
on a train are coupled.Ó
ÒHow is that?Ó my aunt, still holding her bottom, asked.
ÒIt is called the feuille de rose,Ó Annette said. ÒOr, rather, sodomy.
Stick your tongue up into the asshole of the person in front of you. In this
way shall you be coupled, just as train cars are coupled. Then we will go
round and round in circles, just like a train, and James, pulling us, will be
in charge of saying, CHOO! CHOOO!Ó
ÒI want to say Choo! Chooo! I donÕt want to be the caboose!Ó Krissy
insisted.
ÒI can think of a better place to stick my tongue than up a girlÕs
ass,Ó James said.
ÒYes. I know the twat makes a tempting target, James,Ó Annette
said. ÒHowever I insist that we learn about our bottomholes in playing
this game. It is much lewder, donÕt you think?Ó
ÒI donÕt want to be a sodomite. I want to be the engine!Ó Krissy, who
apparently had played the game before, insisted.
ÒAlright Krissy, if you insist on whining so much, go ahead and be
the engine,Ó Annette said.
ÒYIPPEEEEE!Ó Krissy cried.
ÒWhat does that make me?Ó James asked.
ÒIt makes you a brown nose, if youÕre not in front,Ó I laughed.
ÒChloe, you shall get right behind Krissy,Ó Annette said to me.
ÒWeÕll do this in an order of smallest to biggest, then, if not biggest to
smallest.Ó
I looked at Krissy. ÒI donÕt want to stick my tongue up her ass,Ó I
said, speaking to Annette. ÒLittle girls donÕt always wipe after sitting on
the potty.Ó Krissy frowned. She put her hands on her hips.
ÒI know how to wipe myself,Ó Krissy said, glaring at me.
ÒSheÕs not 3, Chloe,Ó Annette told me. ÒAnyway she just had her
bath.Ó
ÒDid you scrub your bottom?Ó I asked Krissy.
ÒJames scrubbed it for me,Ó Krissy said.
ÒJames will fuck it for you too,Ó I told her.
ÒStop quarrelling, girls,Ó Annette said. ÒGet down on your hands and
knees. Krissy, get down. Chloe, you kneel behind her.Ó
ÒI want to be next,Ó James said.
We coupled in that order: Krissy first, myself next, then James.
Krissy squealed as I introduced my tongue into her rectum. I did the same
when James put his mouth to my ass. His tongue was long. It went deep
into me, making me shiver all over. It felt like a wet snake ascending.
As for James, he was sodomized by my auntÕs tongue. Annette took
up the rear, burrowing her face in my auntÕs behind.
Thus coupled, we began our journey around the room. We crawled, on
all fours, like infants bent on naughty nursery sports. Gleefully Krissy
called out ÒCHOO! CHOOO!Ó Just as we came round the corner of the room,
heading back to where we started, the gardener walked in.
ÒFred, take down your pants,Ó Annette told him.
ÒSure,Ó the gardener said. Happily, as if asked to produce a garden
tool, he unzipped himself and stuck forth his cock.
ÒDo you want me to pee on you all?Ó the gardener asked. He looked
at us, kneeling on the floor.
ÒNo, Fred,Ó Annette said. ÒEvery train engine needs to tank up on
water. Each time we come around the room I want Krissy to stop and suck
on your penis. But donÕt pee in her mouth. It is just pretend.Ó
ÒHe goes in my mouth all the time, but itÕs white stuff,Ó Krissy,
kneeling at the head of our train, said.
ÒDonÕt sperm her, Fred,Ó Annette warned the gardener. ÒThis is all
just pretend. It will add a little spice to our game.Ó
ÒI get to say ÒCHOO! CHOOO!Ó Krissy told the gardener. ÒWanna hear
me? CHOOOOO CHOOOOO!!!!Ó
ÒWe can all hear you, dear. Start crawling forward so you can take
us around again,Ó Annette called to the girl.
ÒCHOOOO CHOOOOOO!Ó Krissy shouted. Then, just as we rounded a
corner of the room, she said, in a loud voice, ÒOh no, mommie! I think IÕm
going to have diarrhea again!Ó
I yanked my tongue out of that little girlÕs ass.
ÒYUCK!Ó I shouted. I kept my tongue out of my mouth, afraid Krissy
might have deposited something on it already.
Krissy fell onto her tummy on the floor. She burst into laughter.
ÒHo! Ho! Ho! Chloe thought I was going to poop in her face!Ó Krissy
shouted. She rolled around on the floor.
ÒDamn you, little slut!Ó I shouted. I attacked her. With quick,
dextrous fingers, I tickled her, hard, all over her little flat belly and even
within her cunt. Krissy exploded in laughter.
ÒChloe! Krissy!Ó Annette cried from her place as the trainÕs caboose.
ÒStop fooling around or IÕll whip you both! Chloe! Use your tongue as a
plug-- nothing should come out of Krissy if youÕve got your tongue up her.Ó
ÒI was just fooling, mommie!Ó Krissy said gleefully, when I paused
momentarily. I brushed back my hair. It was long. I wished to get it out
of my eyes. Krissy looked at me. ÒYouÕre a brown nose,Ó she said.
ÒIÕm tired of this game!Ó I shouted. I stood up.
My aunt pulled her tongue out of JamesÕ behind. ÒChloe!Ó she said.
She looked up at me. How lovely she was! Even now, angry, I could not
help but admire her. Her long hair hung down past her shoulders. It shone
in the light of the overhead chandelier. Her breasts, udder-like, hung
suspended beneath her. Their tips were hard. She was a temptress,
kneeling there, behind James, despite the fact that her tongue, now being
used to speak, had moments before been stuck up inside a manÕs ass!
ÒChloe. Get back down and play with us. Please?Ó my aunt said.
ÒOkay, auntie,Ó I said. But then, suddenly, I felt bold, daring. I
wanted to impress James with my boldness.
ÒWhip me if you must,Ó I said to Annette. ÒThen I want to go home.Ó
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