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Andrew Roller Presents (mf, slutty girls)
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Field of Desire
Chapter One
Annie strolled across the field of hay with Monique. A path of sorts had
been trampled through the hay by prior travelers. But the product of the
field was no longer harvested. It grew wild now, interspersed with patches
of bare ground where clover and daisies had claimed footholds amidst the hay.
An onlooker would have simply seen two young women, dressed in off the
shoulder frocks and tantalizingly abbreviated skirts. Both the skirts and
the blouses were of flouncy white cotton, and an occasional snippet of wind
raised the dresses to reveal semi-sheer white undies. The hem of each girl's
midriff fluttered across her naval. The girls wore spiked silver heels with
no stockings. Their beauty concealed the tension between them.
The girls were similar in age, with the one to the left appearing a bit more
mature. Neither girl, however, seemed to have learned her lessons with
regard to wearing a bra. Both had breasts unrestrained by any such
undergarment, their only covering being their thin blouses. But it was a hot
summer day. Their nipples, which poked at their frocks, could not have risen
from any chill.
"We should take off our clothes before we reach the cabin," Monique said to
Annie. The blonde gave her a puzzled look. Monique unbuttoned her own
blouse. "You will be reimbursed for them, so their loss need not concern
you." Monique pulled open her frock to reveal an exquisite pair of tits.
They bounced as she walked. She let the corsage flutter from her hand and
fall behind her in the field. Annie put a hand to the drawstring of her own
midriff and twirled the end. She tugged lightly.
When Annie was a young girl Monique had been an exchange student from France.
She had lived next door, but had seemed to spend the majority of her time at
Annie's. She and Annie's parents had been close. Annie had also shared time
with the teen, but as Monique blossomed her interludes with Annie grew less
and less.
Now Annie was 17, and at her Daddy's suggestion she had flown to France to
spend the summer at Monique's. The former exchange student was married now,
to an older man who seemed to have little time for her. This, however,
seemed to bother Monique not in the least. Her many friends made so many
demands on her that she had little time to think about her marriage.
Monique's husband had been born into wealth, the inheritor of vineyards and
rural estates. Annie had been picked up at the airport and taken to a
rustic old mansion. In back was a swimming pool. Annie had spent the last
two days since her arrival lying out by the pool, going inside only when
Monique admonished her that she was making her tan too dark. In the evening
Monique's friends would appear and the pool would play host to a party.
Annie's presence had drawn a host of overtures from the male friends of
Monique, but the blonde had found herself captivated by Monique's live-in
boyfriend, Pierre. Yesterday afternoon Pierre had come out and played with
Annie in the pool. Annie's bikini bra had come undone. Gallantly, Pierre
had fit the fabric back to her breasts and retied her bra. Just then Monique
had called Pierre inside.
That night Annie had awakened and slipped downstairs for a bite of milk and
cookies. She had heard what sounded like muffled screams coming from the
den. She had gone and peeped inside the door. Monique's naked bottom hove
into view, lightly striped by the lash. Pierre was standing behind her, his
trim buttocks naked. A girl had been kneeling behind him, tongueing the
crack of his bottom and apparently fisting his stiff penis. Both Pierre and
Monique had turned around simultaneously. Monique had been gagged. Her eyes
were wide with fear, but Pierre's burned with lust.
The girl had stopped tongueing Pierre's bottom when she felt him twist
around. She looked behind her and her eyes fell upon Annie. One of Annie's
tits had slipped from behind her negligee.
"Are you after me?" the kneeling girl had asked Annie with accepting eyes.
Annie had lurched from the half-opened door and run upstairs to her bedroom.
The next morning no one had been in the house. Annie walked around, calling,
but there was no response. She had played by the pool by herself and in the
evening she hosted her own make-believe party.
The following morning Monique had come into Annie's bedroom. The blonde had
awakened just as Monique sat down by her head. The woman had caressed
Annie's hair. She said she had been shopping, and had bought herself clothes
just like those Annie had been wearing when she was picked up at the airport.
"Now we can look just alike," Monique had said. "And share the same
experiences." Monique wore a white frock, white skirt, and silver heels with
no stockings. Her blouse, however, buttoned in front, while Annie's had sexy
ties. Monique bade Annie dress "in the same clothes Pierre found so
appealing when we picked you up." Annie did so. They had shared breakfast
with Pierre, and several of Monique's friends. Afterwards, to Annie's envy,
Pierre had left for a walk in the fields behind the mansion with two girls.
Annie had asked Monique if she could join them. Monique had told Annie they
must clean up the dishes first. Pouting, wondering why Monique had let her
servants off for the day, Annie had helped Monique. They wore bibs to
protect their frocks.
"Come," Monique said, shifting her langorous gaze to Annie as they made their
way across the field. "Luxuriate in the sunshine's warmth. Do you think you
will always have the comfort of looking beautiful, strolling unclothed across
a field?"
"The hay is sharp," Annie said of the yellow stalks that had been crushed to
form a path beneath her feet.
"You may keep your heels on," Monique smiled. "And your lovely earrings."
"You French are strange," Annie said.
"We are not strange, my dear," Monique said. She walked bare breasted
through the hay with an air of unaffected confidence. "We simply enjoy
nature as God intended us to."
"Without your clothing," Annie said. Unconsciously her fingers drew upon her
drawstring, loosening it.
"Of course," Monique said. Seeing the inner slopes of Annie's breasts break
from the confines of her corsage, Monique stopped. She reached behind
herself and unzipped her dress. It fell away, revealing skimpy panties tied
with lace. "You really must undress. Everyone else there will be naked. It
is our custom." Annie, perhaps in response to the sun's heat, slipped the
next tie on her corsage. She thought of Pierre.
"What will we do at the cabin...without clothes?" Annie asked.
"Why, everything," Monique said. "You expect nude men and women to be at a
loss for activities?"
"But, I mean, I've heard things about, well, about-"
"Yes?" Monique asked. Her placid eyes regarded Annie. They were like deep,
wide pools, open yet mysterious. Her panties only covered half her bottom.
The acclivity of her upper posterior shone palely in the sun. Annie looked
away from the woman and down at her feet, over the jiggling expanse of her
half naked breasts.
"Speak your fears," Monique urged Annie. The girl walked in silence. With
every step her mammaries joggled out more of their flesh from her corsage.
"Do you fear the whip?" Monique asked finally. Annie's skin tingled. She
bit her lower lip and nodded.
"Yes, Peirre does find the whip an engaging implement," Monique said. Her
eyes gazed across the field as the little cabin slipped into view. "If you
were to practise with it you would not find it so distasteful."
"I don't want to practise with it," Annie said. One of her areolas wiggled
above the top of her corsage.
"My, what a pedestrian life you wish to lead!" Monique exclaimed. Then, as
if to make a pun, she asked, "What do you think the wiggling of your bottom
says to a man as you walk down the street?
"I can't help the wiggling of my bottom," Annie said. She wanted to reach up
and tuck her nipple back into her top. It was traitorously erect.
Monique glanced behind her. In the distance, two men followed. They came
upon her corsage.
"Do you think your bottom was made for you alone to enjoy?" Monique asked.
"Should it not be put upon the male prong?"
"No," Annie said. Something inside her called her a liar.
"Consider a man's receptacle," Monique said. "Full of sperm, it dangles
between his legs, tormenting him. Would you make him suffer?"
"I don't want to suffer," Annie said.
"You mean your white bottom?" Monique asked. The woman had seen her
posterior two nights ago when they exchanged places in the shower. "Such a
lovely orb was made to sparkle, to be catered to by the whip. Such doings
only serve to excite the man, to make his excursion into the female fundament
all the more exquisite."
"Well, I haven't been whipped or taken up the butt," Annie said.
"Of course, and that is why your father suggested a trip to France," Monique
said. Annie laughed.
"I doubt it," Annie said with mock incredulity. "He's pretty straight
laced."
"Are you sure?" Monique asked. "Perhaps I know him better than you." Annie
looked at the woman. She had entertained suspicions... "Yes," Monique said
flatly. "We were lovers. And although you were only a girl of 10 then, I
was 17. It was your father who first introduced me to that which you fear."
"No way," Annie said. "My mommie would have found out."
"She was included," Monique said. Annie stopped dead in her tracks.
Monique walked up to the girl. She brushed a wayward strand of hair from the
blonde's face. She told Annie to lift her arms. The blonde's eyes gazed
into hers for a moment, and then she complied. Monique took the hem of
Annie's corsage in her hands and lifted it. The garment cleared Annie's
boobs and they wobbled with newfound freedom.
Monique let Annie's midriff hang around her head for a moment as the girl
stood before her with upraised arms. Annie stood in blind silence. Monique
bent forward. Her lips touched Annie's erect right nipple and she kissed its
tip. Annie shivered in her captivity.
"I can't see!" Annie mewed, but she really wanted to protest the molestation
of her nipple. Monique lifted her head from Annie's breast and smiled.
Unseen by Annie, there was a look of matronly caring in her eyes.
Monique plucked Annie's corsage from her arms. Annie stood for a moment with
arms still upraised, her eyes fixed on the woman who had just pecked her
teat.
"Shall I do your dress too?" Monique asked.
"No!" Annie said, suddenly regaining her senses. She dropped her arms. Out
the corner of her eye she saw her corsage lying discarded in the hay. It
hung low upon several broken stalks. In the distance she saw two men
approaching. They would find it.
Monique took Annie by the hand. She turned the girl about and together they
continued their journey toward the cabin. After another two dozen yards or
so Annie stopped.
"Oh, a dandelion!" Annie exclaimed with childlike wonder. She bent over and
plucked the stem of the flower from the lichens. As she pulled her dangling
naked titties jiggled in pendulous splendor. Her bottom, two-thirds covered
by her panties, yielded the top of her bottom crack. Her skirt hung
uselessly above the tip of her nether cleft, too short to provide cover in
such a posture. Its hem fluttered in the breeze.
Annie lifted the dandelion to her lips. The stem was topped by a cottony
white ball. It was ready to be denuded. Annie puffed upon the flower. It
broke from the stem and was carried off by the wind. Annie watched with
delighted eyes. She let the stem fall from her fingers.
Monique urged Annie on. At the top of a rise she stopped. Like a well
trained pony, Annie stopped beside her. Monique let go of Annie's hand. She
glanced back over her shoulder. In the distance stood the two men. She
guessed it was Steve and Mark, though she couldn't be sure. One man held her
cast off bodice in his hands.
Monique put her fingers to the ties of her drawers and loosed them. The
frilly white garment wafted to the ground. Annie couldn't help but glance
back at the woman's bottom. It bore no marks of her recent whipping.
Perhaps she had been gone yesterday to let it heal.
Monique took Annie's hand and they continued on their way. Monique looked
back several times. The men were getting closer. Still she could not make
out for certain who they were.
At the top of the next rise Monique reached beneath Annie's skirt. Annie's
drawers bore no convenient ties. Monique pulled them down Annie's legs. As
she lowered them she knelt. She held them about Annie's ankles and bade
Annie to step out of them. Annie complied.
Monique rose. Playfully she put Annie's panties to her own breasts. She
pressed the fabric to her chest. Her titties stuck out the leg holes.
Monique laughed, and even Annie couldn't help giggling.
Annie tried the same feat herself. "Look, Monique!" she cried, as her own
breasts thrust through the leg holes. Then Monique had her toss aside the
panties and they clasped hands and walked on. The ground grew rough, and as
they tottered through it they clasped each other's hand more tightly to keep
their balance.
"Ooh! There's another one!" Annie cried, her eyes alighting upon another
dandelion. She bent over again, this time causing her skirt to rise to
reveal a naked bottom. It's snowy, glossy surface invited the sun to attempt
to burn it red. Annie rose, her skirt falling protectively back over her
bum. In her hand she held her verdant treasure. She released its blossom.
When another hilltop had been cleared the cabin was found to be quite near.
Monique stopped Annie and reached behind her. With a swift motion she
unzipped the blonde's dress. It split in two upon the curve of Annie's
bottom and then fell away.
Monique gazed into Annie's eyes. She told the girl to stand up straight.
Annie made herself as erect as she could. Her breasts wobbled in their
nakedness upon her chest. Her bottom thrust back, inviting caresses.
"You look beautiful," Monique smiled at Annie. "Now let's see what Pierre is
up to." She led Annie up to the cabin door and knocked.
A girl peeked out, her naked breast peering around the edge of the door just
as Annie's had in the den only two days earlier. "What's the password?" the
girl said, a glint of mischief in her eyes.
"Bottoms are red,
"Pricks are blue,
"If I had a whip,
"I'd enjoy switching you," Monique said. She then turned to Annie and told
the girl to repeat the poem. With some difficulty, and cues from Monique,
the girl complied.
The door was opened for Annie and Monique just as the men behind them rose
over the last hill. They were much closer now. The two females slipped
inside, and the door was bolted behind them.
A female walked up to Annie and unceremoniously snapped a leather collar
about her neck. She locked it with a little key. Annie reached up and felt
the band.
"It betokens your status here," Monique said quietly. Annie gave a little
gulp.
-Naughty Naked Dreamgirls (Library of Congress ISSN: 1070-1427) is
copyright 1996 and a trademark of Andrew Roller.
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