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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
SUMMER OF SIN
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Chapter Eighteen
I smelled eggs and bacon. I came downstairs. I walked with sleepy
feet toward the dining table. I’d just had my bath. I was feeling all
tingly and refreshed. My hair, pinned into pigtails, bobbed on my
shoulders. I was slender, graceful in my steps. I wore black panties
that had been laid out for me. My black schoolgirl blouse fitted neatly
over my upper body. Stockings sheathed my legs. My shoes, polished
early this morning by Sister Mary while I still lay sleeping, fitted
snugly to my feet. I did not have the spiked heels on that I’d worn
yesterday. I’d been permitted to wear, instead, the shoes I’d first
visited the schoolroom downstairs in. They were modest, with a heel
that was elevated enough to show off my bottom without making it
difficult for me to walk.
I approached the table with hungry eyes. I was famished. I went to
‘my’ chair. There were only four: one at the table’s head, for Father
Brannigan. One at the table’s foot, for Father Virgil. One across from
where I sat, for Sister Lilith. I pulled out my chair and was about to
plop down when I saw it. There were two bulbs sticking up through the
hole in my seat. The rod was still there! It was higher than ever! A
gleam of oil was smeared over the two visible bulbs. I stared. Was I
expected to sit down on that?
“Ah, Chloe, I see you’re ready for breakfast. Did you enjoy your
bath?” Sister Lilith asked. She appeared in the doorway. I glanced
back over my shoulder and saw her, then saw Father Brannigan and Father
Virgil behind her. They were grinning. They came through the doorway
into the room. “And how is your little pussy this morning?” Sister
Lilith asked me. She approached me. She knelt before me and, without
even asking, pulled open the front of my panties. She rubbed my slit
with her fingers. I looked down at her.
“No, please--” I sighed.
“Oh, Chloe,” Lilith said. “You don’t understand, do you? We must make
ourselves wet for the men whenever we can. It’s our duty. I must be
wet, and you must be wet too. Stand still while I make you all juicy so
the men, eating their breakfast, can have the pleasure of knowing that
they’ve got two randy females sharing their meal with them.”
“Oh, I don’t want to be wet! I just got all nice and fresh in the
bath!” I whined. Her fingers insinuated themselves up into my private.
“Chloe, I want you to do something very naughty for me, so you know
your status in life, and I know mine,” Sister Lilith told me. She
looked up at me, still smiling, and said: “I want you to pee on my
fingers.”
“Oh! I’ll get my stockings and my panties all wet!” I cried. Lilith
stroked my slit, making me swoon.
“They won’t get that wet,” Lilith assured me. “But they will help us
be more submissive at breakfast, don’t you think? I want you to pee
into my hand. Then you can put your hand in my panties, frig me, and
feel me pee into your hand. We’ll be two contrite females after that!”
“Noooo,” I said. I bit my lip. I felt my tummy sink with fright
between my encircling ribs. How could I piss on her hand? It would be
so... nasty! Lilith diddled my slit. She looked at my furred mount and
cooed.
“Do it, Chloe,” Lilith urged. Suddenly, against my will, or perhaps to
give her I hoped she didn’t really want, I felt my bladder open. A
spritz of pee suddenly bathed her fingers. “Yes!” Lilith howled. She
smiled up at me from between my arched legs. “Piss, little one!” she
said. I peed freely then, letting my pee sprinkle her fingers. She
caught my liquid gold in her hand and then let it run down over her
fingers. It pooled in my pulled-open panties beneath her hand. It
stained the tops of my stockings.
“What is going on here?!” Sister Mary, blustering into the room, asked
in a shocked voice. Father Brannigan turned to her.
“The girls are peeing on the floor,” Father Brannigan said
nonchalantly.
“But I just waxed this floor!” Sister Mary blurted.
“Then it’s in no danger, is it?” Father Brannigan said.
“Oh! I have never seen such a thing!” Sister Mary said. She turned
and left in a huff. I heard her speaking in a loud voice to the coach
man, who was fixing our breakfast in the kitchen.
“Now do me,” Lilith said, when I’d peed all over her hand. She stood
up. I was left with wet panties ringing the tops of my thighs. My
stockings had long streaks of wetness down their insides. “Don’t pull
up your panties,” Lilith told me. “Leave them just as they are.” I
nodded. How strange this was! I knelt down in front of her. She had
on a white gown, open in front. She wore white patent-leather gloves on
her hands. The back of each glove had been carefully laced and tied.
Her breasts were contained in a frilly bra. She wore stockings, a slim
garter. Her panties were sheer, but interlaced with a floral design
that concealed her skin wherever its pattern was.
I yanked open the front of Lilith’s panties. I pulled the front down,
pouch-like, and stuck my hand in and felt her muff. It was soft,
furred, dry. I began diddling it with my fingers. I felt a glistening
wetness dampen the folds of her skin there, her private, and Lilith gave
a short gasp. I looked up excitedly.
“Is this what you want?” I asked.
“Yes! Make me wet!” Lilith said in a hot, passionate voice. Her eyes
closed. She threw her chin back. “Tell me when you want me to pee,”
she added.
“Any time is fine with me,” I said frankly.
“No,” Lilith said. “Make me sexually wet first. Then, when you feel
I’m wet enough, command me to wet your hand. The men will prefer that;
you telling me I must do it. I’ll try to hold back until you’re ready
for me. Take as long as you like, my sweet.”
I stuck my fingers sharply up into her. She squealed, but said nothing
in protest. This was the woman who’d bonked me! I savored the idea of
getting a little revenge on her. I dug hard into her flesh.
“You’ll pee when I say then, and not before,” I told her, kneeling with
my own pee-stained panties around my legs.
“Yes. As you insist... mistress!” Sister Lilith told me. I gasped.
“I’m not your mistress!” I said. “I don’t want to be!”
“You must be, for a little while,” Lilith said. “You have my sex in
your hand. Command me.”
“But I feel more like I’m helping you. You’re a girl, just like me,” I
said.
“Mmmmm, but I like thinking like a boy,” Lilith confessed. “How I wish
I could give you more than just my slit!”
“You’re strange,” I told her. “But you have a nice pussy.” I rubbed
it.
“Thanks... I guess,” Lilith answered.
30
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