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                              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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