Message-ID: <19235eli$9901220450@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Andrew Roller Subject: CLINTONS SPEECH -- A preview ! (part 2) NND Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: roller666@earthlink.net Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36A39B87.6A78@earthlink.net> --------------------------------------------------------------- CLINTON’S SPEECH -- A preview ! (part 2) --------------------------------------------------------------- _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ Andrew Roller Presents NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS in SULTRY SPRING _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/ 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 Annette’s bottom. “Krissy!” Annette cried. She turned on the girl. Krissy blushed and withdrew her feather. “Is that what you think about when I don’t have my eye on you, poking things up my bottom?” Annette asked her. “No, ma’am,” Krissy said. “Madam,” 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 he’d 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. “Yes, James?” 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. “If you don’t mind, all that tea I drank is beginning to make me feel rather uncomfortable,” James said. His own gaze was fixed on Annette’s bust, nakedly uplifted and displayed by her corset. “Do you mean you have to pee, James?” 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. “He needs to shoot too!” Krissy declared. “Krissy, be good or I will send you to bed,” 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 Krissy’s fat little ass was behind her, since she was facing us. “You are 10, Krissy,” Annette told the girl. “I 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?” “Yes, ma’am,” Krissy said. “Does she still have her cherry?” James asked. Annette looked at him. “Give me that whip, James,” Annette said. Reluctantly he handed it to Annette. With a quick swipe she brought it down on his penis. “OW!” James cried. Krissy’s eyes lit up. She let out a whoop of glee. “Please do not ask such impertinent questions, James,” Annette said. “Cannot Krissy be naked, and have a bit of fun, without being fucked?” “I just was asking. I’m concerned about her welfare,” James objected. Briskly his hands rubbed his cock. I think he was not altogether dissatisfied with having an excuse to do that! “James! Don’t play with yourself,” Annette scolded. James took his hands away from himself and his dick quivered as before, rock hard and hungry-looking. “We are going to go outside, James, and have some fun,” Annette said. “You want me to go outside like this?!” James asked. His eyes widened. He had quite a long dick. “Yes, James,” Annette said. “Don’t 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.” 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 Krissy’s case the pert cheeks of her ass, we went outdoors. Graceful trees lined Annette’s 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. “Oh, he will not bother us,” she said. “He only likes little girls. Right Krissy?” “Right,” Krissy said. She danced on her toes in the grass. “And he has already given me my milk for today. For once I managed to swallow it all!” She raised her arm. Remembering the event, she wiped her arm triumphantly across her young lips. Annette frowned. “I will have to talk with the gardener,” Annette said. “Oh, don’t be mad! He says I NEED it! It will help my boobies grow,” Krissy said. She put her small hands to her chest. She squeezed her flesh. She forced her nascent titties to rise from her body. “See?” she asked. “James! What are you doing?!” Annette asked, turning her eyes from Krissy’s display to the man, who had turned and was facing a bush by the house. “I have to go quite badly. I’m just going to relieve myself,” James said. He put his hand to the root of his penis and aimed his cock at the leaves. “No, James. You are not to pee without permission,” Annette said. James looked forlorn. He was all set to relieve himself. I watched as his ass clenched. “Turn around, James,” Annette said. “Face me, please. Not the bush. We are going to play a game and I want your bladder full for it.” “Oh, God!” James said. He turned, still holding his dick. He looked like a man in possession of a torpedo. “I sit down when I go potty,” Krissy offered. She clasped her thighs and rubbed them. She wriggled her ass. “Yes, Krissy. We all know how girls go to the bathroom,” Annette said pettishly. “If it’s alright with you, I have to go too,” my aunt said quietly to Annette. “Yes we all have to go to the bathroom,” Annette said. “I know that. It’s 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!” 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 aunt’s 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 Annette’s 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 Annette’s 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. “Ah, here we are!” 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 James’ penis. He was erect, jutting forth, yet I wondered if, when he was finally permitted to spend, he wouldn’t 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, “Oh! I want a soda!” “There isn’t any soda in here, darling,” Annette said. She drew from the ice a plastic surgical glove. “Oh,” Krissy said. She had let go of my hand and run over to the cooler. She looked at the glove dangling from Annette’s fingertips. “I want to wear it!” Krissy, forgetting the soda, said enthusiastically. “It is not to be worn,” Annette smiled to Krissy. “But I think we can have some fun with it, don’t you?” “Oh yes! Now I remember! We can blow it up like a balloon!” Krissy said. “Not this one, I’m afraid, dear,” Annette told her. “You see, the gardener has made a small hole in the end of each fingertip.” 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. “Oh, yes! There is a hole in each fingertip,” Krissy said. “But why? You can’t have any fun with this glove now. How can you inflate it?” “Would you like to see it inflated?” Annette asked the girl. “Yes!” Krissy said. “But it’s impossible.” Annette laughed. “Do you think your God Mother is an ingenious and wonderful woman?” “Oh, YES!” 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. “Then slip this glove over the end of the hose, Krissy,” Annette told her. “Meanwhile, I’m going to find a rubber band in this cooler to bind the glove to the end of the hose. I don’t want it to fall off.” “Okay,” Krissy said. She took the glove and walked over to the hose that hung down from the branch. She stepped onto the gymnast’s 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. “I can’t reach it!” Krissy said, stretching, but still unable to reach the end of the hose. “Here, let me help,” James said. He walked onto the mat. As he approached Krissy his penis reached her first. It bumped her nose. “Ooops! Sorry,” James said. Krissy cringed. She was under the hose and had James’ 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. “There,” he said. “Your penis is as thick as that hose!” Krissy said. Her eyes were wide. “Well, it needs to be. It gets a lot of work,” James said. He was blushing slightly, for the girl was staring at his cock with a look of complete innocence in her eyes. “Do you stick it into people?” Krissy asked. “Sometimes,” James said. “And other times?” Krissy asked. “I... uh... pee with it,” James said. “That’s enough conversation, thank you, James,” Annette said. She had found a rubber band. She came onto the mat and handed it to James. “Here, put this around the base of the glove so it doesn’t fall off when I turn on the water.” “Oh! That’s how you’re going to inflate it!” Krissy said. “Yes, dear. I’m going to inflate it with water. But I have one more thing I’m going to do first. Run to the cooler and see if you can’t dig out a can of whipped cream for me. I think it’s way down on the bottom.” “Ohhhh, I’ll get it!” Krissy hollared. She ran to the cooler. With a child’s enthusiasm she stuck her hand down in the cooler and violently rummaged in it. “What are we going to do?” I asked. “Can’t I go to the bathroom first?” I was wiggling my hips now, as my aunt was, for we both had to pee. “You’ll see,” Annette said. “Hold yourselves for just a few more minutes.” “I FOUND IT!” 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. “Ah, thank you, Krissy,” 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 tree’s 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. “The stop watch is for me, and the ropes are for you,” Annette said. She slung the stop watch around her neck. Then she beckoned James over to her. “Tie the girls, James,” Annette said. “Each one must have her hands tied behind her back.” “Oh, can I play?” 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! “Yes, Krissy dear, you may play, although we will have to pull the hose a little lower for you when it’s your turn,” Annette smiled. “Okay!” 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. “No, you must turn around, Krissy,” Annette said. “James must tie your hands behind your back.” “Oh,” 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. “Now do the other two, James,” 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. James’ 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 didn’t, though. I felt forlorn when he left me and went and tied my aunt. “Now, James, I must tie you,” Annette said when James had finished tying Rebecca’s 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. “Hi, Fred! We’re playing a game!” 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. “Damn. My hands are tight,” 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. “Yes,” Annette said. “I believe in doing things right. Now James, in a moment I’m 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. I’ll 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.” “Yes? So what?” James asked. “I want you to kneel on the mat, under the hose, James,” Annette said. “He’ll get wet!” Krissy cried. “The glove has holes in its fingers, remember, mommie?” Annette smiled. She looked at Rebecca. “How odd it is to be called mommie, when I’m only 19. But she means, of course, that I’m her God Mother.” “He’ll get wet, mommie,” Krissy protested. “Yes, Krissy, but they’re only tiny pin holes. The water will squirt out, but in thin streams, wetting him with delicious slowness,” Annette said. “God, I really do need to pee,” 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. “The glove will pee on HIM!” Krissy squealed. “Yes it will pee on him when I turn on the water,” Annette agreed. “And meantime I have a job for you to do, James.” “What’s that?” James groaned. “You must lick all the whipped cream off the glove,” Annette said. “YIPPEEEE!” 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. “You mean I can’t go to the bathroom but that damn glove is going to, like, go to the bathroom on me?” James said. He spoke in an exasperated tone. “Yes, James,” Annette said. “Isn’t it lewd? We’ll all be watching your big, quivering penis, wondering if you’re 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?” “No,” James groaned. “Well today you’re going to get a little practise,” Annette said. “Don’t you think those fingers on that glove look rather like penises?” “Boys’ penises,” James said. “Then pretend you’re in NAMBLA, or something,” Annette said. “Good God, woman! I have to piss! Do you really think I’m going to lick that stupid glove, while the whole time it’s pissing on me?!” James yelled. Annette picked up the whip I’d chosen, which she’d laid on the grass by the cooler. She flicked it at James’ behind. “Do you need a more explicit answer?” Annette asked James. “No. The last thing I need is a hot ass,” James growled. “I was thinking what a well hung pair of balls you’ve got,” Annette told him. “Mommie, I have to pee!” Krissy declared. She wiggled her hips. “We all do, dear,” Annette said. “Now James, I’m going to walk over to the spigot. I’m going to turn it on, so the glove fills. When I say ‘GO’ I want you to run out onto the mat, kneel down, and begin licking the glove. Don’t stop licking until the glove is completely clean. When you’ve got all the whipped cream off of it, then I’ll stop this stopwatch I’m holding. We’ll time you first, then Rebecca. After that we’ll probably have to lower the hose a little for Chloe. Finally we’ll pull it down enough so that little Krissy can have her turn.” “I’m not little!” Krissy said. “But I do need the hose pulled down for me,” 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 James’ balls. Water squirted from the glove’s fingertips. A puddle began to form on the mat beneath the glove. “Ready, set, GO!” 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. “GO! GO! GO!” 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. “Yahoo! Lick, doggie!” 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 James’ 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 James’ cheeks as he worked. “Use your mouth, James,” Annette warned. “Do 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, that’s fine, but I will not allow you to just rub it onto your face so you can finish faster.” “Yes, ma’am,” James gasped. I’m 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. “Oooops!” Krissy cried. Pee spurted from between her legs and ran down her thigh. “Krissy!” Annette shouted. “I’m sorry, mommie!” Krissy blurted. “Dammit I can’t hold myself any more!” James shouted. Suddenly, as he reached yet again with his mouth for one of the gloves’ 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. “Auntie!” 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. “Oh, my stockings!” Rebecca yelped. They were already stained with honey but now her pee coursed down over them. “How naughty you all are!” Annette laughed. “I shall have to punish you all now-- a whipping for every one of your bottoms!” 30 (You will note that there was not any sexual intercourse in this story. 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