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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
FEVERED FALL
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Chapter Four
�Why are we wearing swimming suits?� I yelled. My voice was
high-pitched. I was snug in my pajamas and didn�t feel like changing.
�Because we�re going to get wet,� Rebecca called out to me. I was
in the den. She was in the kitchen. Her voice was cool, icy, like the air
outside. Autumn was here. Brad was gone, back in college. There was
just my auntie and me, staring ahead into a long weekend, by ourselves,
bored. Until, that is, she told me at 10 o�clock on a Saturday morning to
put my bikini on.
�But I want to watch Scooby Doo!� I told her. The T.V. blared in front
of me. I munched on a plate of cheese crackers.
�Chloe, put your bikini on!� my aunt told me. Her voice sounded
tense.
�But she doesn�t even have a pool,� I said.
My aunt came into the den. She looked stunning in a bikini so small
it barely covered her pubis below, while her lustrous bosoms jiggled in a
brassiere that seemed made from two postage stamps, and a string. She
tossed her brown hair. It was a long, thick mane of hair, tumbling over her
shoulders and covering her far better than her swimsuit did! She reached
down and pried the remote control out of my hand.
�It looks like trouble, Scooby!� Shaggy was declaring on the T.V.
CLICK.
�Auntie, I like that episode!� I complained.
�I want to go see Helene,� Rebecca said. �And I�m afraid to go
alone.� Her eyes grew larger. �I�m afraid... of what she might do to me if
I�m all by myself.�
I looked up at my aunt. She fidgeted with the remote control. She
looked as if she was fighting a desire to turn the T.V. back on, and sit
down with me and watch it.
�I don�t want my bottom to hurt again, like it did the last time we
visited her, auntie,� I said in a hushed voice. Instinctively my aunt put a
hand behind her, and touched her own fanny. I stared up at her, her hips
thrust forward, her hand on her ass, clutching my remote like a talisman,
a key to my innocent childhood if she flicked it on, or not, if she didn�t.
�Oh, Chloe!� my auntie said, looking down at me. �What shall I do? I
met this really cool guy, in Helene�s shop yesterday, and I�m utterly
infatuated with him! Yet he lives with Helene, and to see him, I�ve got to
see her.�
�What happened to Johnnie?� I asked.
�I-I don�t know,� my aunt answered, hearing me, but not really
listening. �He moved on. They parted. Now she has a new guy, named
David. And he�s reputed to have... to have...�
�Yes?� I asked.
�Well, they�ve nicknamed him the fire hose,� my aunt told me.
�The fire hose?� I asked.
�Because he�s so long,� my aunt said.
�Hot diggety!� I said. I leapt up. I wiped the back of my hand across
my face to get all the crumbs off it.
We arrived at Helene�s dressed demurely, wearing the latest fall
fashions. I had on a plaid skirt and a modest, lace-trimmed blouse. I was
wearing my beaded flower jewelry that I�d gotten the previous day out of
a gumball machine. It wasn�t the most fashionable way to purchase
jewelry, but I thought the little beads were pretty cool, and I liked the
small flowers. I had a necklace, a wristlet, and, over one of my white
socks, an anklet of beads. My aunt was dressed in a tunic with a fluttered
hemline. It had long sleeves that had cuffs, she�d buttoned both cuffs,
giving her a very prim look. Over her light tunic she�d pulled a thick
pebble-colored turtleneck sweater. She wore a matching peaked cap on
her head, oversized, that gave her small, delicate features an even more
pampered and adorable look. With her tunic she wore pinstriped pants, as
if dressed for a fashionable but conservative day at the office. Fingerless
mittens completed her ensemble, keeping the brisk air from chapping her
hands. I had on big, thick, winter mittens, plus earmuffs. Of course
nobody who saw us get out of the taxi, let alone the cab�s driver, knew we
wore not underwear but the smallest of swimsuits under our autumn
clothes.
Helene met us at the door. She smiled, her eyes sharp as a cat�s as
she gazed out at us from behind a pair of round, wire-rimmed glasses. Her
hair was pinned up, neatly. She looked like a librarian. The sight of her
sent a thrill of wonder through me because I knew, behind that peaceful
facade, lay one of the wildest, most decadent women I�d ever met. She
took my mittened hand, drew me inside. She offered to remove the jacket
I wore. I turned, she slipped it off me. I felt a thrill as her hands passed
over my small, 13-year-old shoulders. She handled me like a mother, and
yet she was so utterly depraved, so cruel!
�We only came to see the fireman,� I told Helene, hoping to dissuade
any thoughts she had of taking us downstairs to her basement.
�He is here?� my aunt asked, a touch of nervousness in her voice.
Helene looked at her.
�Of course,� Helene answered. �Such a lovely turtleneck you�ve got
on, dear. Please take it off.�
Oh, how her words sent a chill through me! She could be so direct, so
blunt, so in control! She knew we�d been here before and I realized she
wasn�t going to beat around the bush this time. There was nothing to hide,
we�d tasted her �hospitality� before and yet chosen to come again!
�Can we see the fireman?� I blurted, feeling fright rise up within
me and yet somehow drawn to the feelings she sent washing through me.
My knees trembled. She hung up my jacket in a closet by the door and then
turned me to face her and began unbuttoning my blouse.
�Oh, good. You�ve come prepared in your bikini,� Helene said, gazing
within my blouse as she undid the buttons.
�Must we get out of our things so soon?� my aunt asked. Her voice
was high, quavering. She sounded like a child wishing to avoid a spanking.
(Which, when you think about it, wasn�t so far off from the truth!)
�Yes, we�ll party in the living room. Just your bikinis will be
needed,� Helene said.
�My aunt wore a really small bikini,� I told Helene.
�I�m sure David will be impressed,� Helene replied.
Our hostess did not disrobe herself. Instead, she concentrated on my
aunt and me, stripping us down until only our bikinis remained. I was
allowed to keep on my frilled, ankle high socks, as well as my open-toed
heels. She let me wear my beaded flower jewelry. My aunt was permitted
to wear her peaked cap, but nothing else, save her swimsuit, and the black
knee-length boots she�d arrived in. Helene smiled at us. She escorted us
into a sitting room along the side of her house. I could see the neighbor�s
yard through the window. Helene closed the curtains, blocking out the
view. Then she lit the room�s lamps and seated us.
The doorbell sounded, just as my aunt and I sat down. I sat on a
richly patterned cloth sofa. My aunt sat across from my in a thickly
upholstered chair.
�Please make yourselves comfortable. I�ll be back in a minute,�
Helene smiled at myself and my aunt.
The room had a placid, conservative appearance to it. I felt myself
relax as I gazed around. We might have been in the sitting room of a
middle-aged lady, a widow even, the room was so pleasantly ordinary.
Some knick-knacks rested on a shelf. A mantle held twin candles, unlit,
for it was only noon. A fireplace glowed with almost extinguished coals,
a remnant of a fire the previous evening or, perhaps, a half-hearted
attempt to ward off the slight chill in the room. The light from the sun
outside, filtered by the overhead clouds, seeped in past the edges of the
room�s curtains. The lamps glowed, softly, sedately. There was an air of
complete and utter safety within the four walls of that room. Oh, how
deceptive Helene could be!
A brunette stepped into the room. She was, I learned later, only 17,
but she looked like a young, professional woman. She had short hair. It
bobbed with enthusiasm as she walked. It hung to her shoulders. Her eyes
were big and round and open with a sense of delighted wonder. She smiled
at Rebecca. She smiled at me. She was nude, save for her bikini, and a
pair of expensive lime green sneakers. She had small ankle-high socks on
her feet. Her bikini was red. She had just a tinge of a summer tan. Her
cheeks were bright and rosy. Her mouth looked like rose petals, formed in
a little o. She regarded both my aunt and myself with the eagerness of a
hiker joining two more experienced climbers.
�Hi!� the brunette said.
�Hello,� my aunt replied. The brunette sat down in a brocaded love
seat. Immediately afterward a man entered the room. He was dressed in a
Speedo swimsuit. He was, I guessed, the husband or lover of the brunette.
He headed toward her, grinning at Rebecca and myself as he passed us.
�No, Alan. Over here,� Helene said, coming into the sitting room
after him. She pointed to a chair on the other side of the room from his
girlfriend.
�But I want to sit with Audrey,� Alan said.
�I know what you want to do. And I know what you�ll want to do in a
few minutes too,� Helene told him with a smile. �Over here, please.�
The man obeyed. He was young, perhaps half a decade older than
Audrey, but no more. There was a vigorousness to his walk which I much
admired. He was tall and strong and yet quite willing to let Helene put
him wherever she wished. He sat down in a chair facing us. We all faced
each other, all four of us sitting in a separate chair. We all wore
swimsuits, except Helene. She wore a side-buttoned tunic, all black, with
slim, efficient sleeves. She had a pair of booties on her feet with four
buckles each, none of them merely for show. She picked up a pair of
leather gloves off a small deal table and slipped them on. She had placed
on her head a prim, mohair crusher hat. With her glasses, her hat, her
gloves, her boots and her long, ankle-length dress, she offered us no
glimpse of herself, though I knew it wasn�t from any embarrassment about
her figure. I�d seen her undressed before; she had a spectacular bosom and
a waist that was very slim, with hips that rolled when she walked in a
highly sexy manner. Even within her dress, the roll of her hips and the
swell of her bosoms was intoxicating. I watched as Alan stared at her,
visibly impressed. He might have wished that he was less taken by her for
his interest in her showed immediately to us all by a swelling of his loins
in his swimsuit.
Helene rubbed her gloved hands together. Her eyes passed over us.
She nodded appreciatively at the growth in the front of Alan�s swimsuit.
Yet she smiled as well at Audrey, and my aunt. She gazed at my aunt in
her miniscule bikini, drinking in the sight of her bosoms in their little
postage stamp cups. Lastly her eyes fell on me, and I was eager when they
did, for I wished her to admire me as much as the others. I squirmed under
her eyes. I thrust forward my tits and blushed when Helene regarded them
with frank admiration. How strange it is to desire attention from
someone. Especially when you know that someone has wicked plans for
you!
�I am so glad you four could come and be with me today,� Helene
said. �Rebecca, you are so brave to come back, what a delight it is to see
you again. And you�ve spared nothing in showing us your beauty.� We
looked at her. My aunt blushed. She looked so tempting, so incongruous,
seated in the big upholstered chair in a teensy bikini. �And Chloe, how
courageous you are! Only 13, and such an adventurer!�
�I�m only here to see the fireman,� I told her.
�Yes, dear. Of course,� Helene said. She turned her gaze, and ours,
upon Audrey. �How bold it is for you to wish to experience French
sexuality!� she said to Audrey. The girl flushed. She was dressed in a
small bikini, not one as skimpy as my aunt�s but still one that would cause
a commotion if it were worn at a public pool. Perhaps in an attempt at
modesty, she had her legs crossed. Helene told her to uncross them.
�But--� the girl began.
�Audrey, it is important that you obey when I tell you to do
something,� Helene said.
�Yes,� Audrey replied. She uncrossed her legs.
�Open them,� Helene told her. The girl blushed, smiled, looked at me,
then at my aunt. I sat with my thighs together but, fortunately, I hadn�t
crossed them, not thinking about it, just not doing it. My aunt�s legs were
the same as mine. �Open them,� Helene said again. Audrey parted her
thighs. �More,� Helene said. Audrey obeyed. �All of you, open your legs,
scoot your hips forward on the chairs, and offer yourselves to each other!�
Helene snapped.
We did as she asked. I felt silly, spreading my legs and shoving
forward my dell, but I did it. We presented our genitals to each other,
thankful, I�m sure, each of us, that we had at least our swimsuits on. But
for how long?
Helene smiled. She seemed pleased by our display. She turned and
called out a name:
�David!�
A man walked into the room. He was very tall. He had long legs, like
a runner, but a powerful chest. He was clad in a swimsuit, a racing
swimsuit, like the one Alan wore. I noticed immediately that his
swimsuit was quite full in front. A prong-like protrusion thrust forward
from the front of his suit, like Alan�s, but even bigger, so big in fact that I
felt an immediate wettening in the cleft of my pussy at the sight of him.
I knew then I was doomed. Up �til then we had just been playing; we might
don our clothes again, and depart, who was to stop us? We might blush
and say we thought Helene owned a pool, how tragic she didn�t, we must be
off, we wished to swim. We might even leave with Alan and Audrey,
leaving Helene in her gloves and her hat to play with herself, stealing her
new friends from her. But upon seeing David, I knew all my hopes of
escaping Helene�s intentions were lost. He was too handsome. I had to
have more! How long and tempting he looked! I scolded myself as I lusted
over his crotch; it did me no good, I wanted him and I had to have him.
So did my aunt. She stared at his loins with frank, hungry eyes. She
ran her tongue over her lips. She leaned forward, then fell back in her
chair, remembering Helene�s admonition, and offered her thrust-forward
cunt to his eyes. David paid no attention; he carried a tray. It had a silver
tea pot on it, some china cups, and something else: a riding crop. Deftly
Helene plucked the crop from the tray. Then David set the tray down on a
low coffee table that sat in the middle of the room.
My eyes tore themselves from David and I glanced at Audrey. Was
she from America? She seemed young and eager, like Americans do when
they�re in France. At the same time she seemed shy, glancing at David and
then away from him, then back again. Each time her eyes fell on his crotch
they lingered a second longer.
Oh, I felt like such a slut! I think us girls want to meet a man who
makes us feel that way. We resent the word: slut. But in the end that�s
how we want to feel, reduced to raw emotion, wet between our legs and
wanting it, no matter what, wanting it all, despite the risks that come
with it.
I wanted David. I watched with fascination as he set down the tea
tray on the coffee table. He had such lean, long legs, such a long, broadly-
shouldered back. Such a slim waist. But for the fact that he was attired
in a small swimsuit, you would have thought him a butler in a fine
restaurant, so haughty was his bearing. He paid no attention to me, none
to Helene in her postage stamp swimsuit, none to Audrey. His eyes briefly
met Alan�s, one man greeting another, but that was all. We girls were
nothing to him.
�May I be excused?� David asked Helene, after he�d set down the
tray.
�No you may not, David,� Helene said. �I want you to pour everyone
their tea. Ladies first.�
Carefully, expertly, with refined grace, David poured tea into the
several tea cups. I marvelled at his diffidence. He wished not to serve us
but, being commanded to by Helene, he wished to do his very best at it.
And he was quite well-trained, I saw. How did he pick up such skills? He
looked like an athlete, yet he handled the tea service as well as any
British trained butler.
�Your tea, madam,� David said, offering me the first cup. I was
shocked at how he spoke to me. Usually when someone addresses me its
with obvious and overt reference to my youth. They�ll even usually say,
�Gosh, how young you are!� Perhaps they�ll even ask why I�m present.
Shouldn�t I be home tucked in bed? (Or, given that it was a Saturday, off
at Girl Scouts or something?) David, I saw, was not like that. He handed
me my tea cup with such deference! He acted like I was a grown woman,
at a glorious midnight ball, yet I was in fact just a girl in a swimsuit.
�How does it taste?� David asked me.
�Taste?� I asked, holding the cup. I tried desperately to remember
how to hold it the right way; wasn�t there something about sticking one of
your fingers out when you held a tea cup? Was it your middle finger? No,
it couldn�t be that one; I�d be telling David �fuck you� if I stuck out my
middle finger. I settled on holding out my pointing finger, nearly spilling
my tea in my lap when I stuck it out.
�If the tea is unsatisfactory I�ll brew another,� David told me.
�No, it�s fine. I think...� I said. I sipped it. It tasted wonderful.
�Good,� David said. �You�ll be drinking a lot of it.�
�I will?� I asked over the rim of my cup.
�It�s a pee party. We�re all going to drink until we pee. Didn�t you
know that?� David asked me.
My eyes glanced instinctively at David�s crotch. �Are you... going to
pee?� I asked him.
�Yes, of course. Hopefully after you, so it�s you who�ll feel Helene�s
crop on your ass instead of me.�
Like I said, by then all was lost. There was no way I could have
dragged myself out of Helene�s after seeing David and his big packet. Slut!
I wanted to cry to myself. But I buried that self-deprecation deep down in
my tummy and enjoyed the warm feeling I felt there whenever my eyes
fell upon David�s loins.
He served us. Oh, how gentle and thoughtful he was! How his
muscles rippled in the soft light of the room! How his penis bulged in his
racing-style swimsuit! I felt utterly thrilled when I watched David serve
Alan. Both men were equally bare, both of them clad in just Speedo
swimsuits. One poured tea for the other as if he were a diplomat, yet in
truth, I think, neither guy had anything going for him except for the fact
that they were both totally handsome.
Helene watched over us, pleased at our acquiescence in her game.
�And now you must remove your swimsuits,� Helene said. She
glanced at Audrey, knowing the new girl would be the most recalcitrant.
�Don�t worry, my dear. Just the bottom is all you need remove right now.
Keep your bra on, if you wish. This is, after all, a pee party. It�s the loins
we must see to enjoy the full depravity of our celebration.�
�Oh, I shall want to pee soon!� Audrey said, taking anther sip from
her tea cup.
�Yes, and you�ll do it right here,� Helene said.
�In the living room?� I blurted.
�Yes. Do it right on the chair,� Helene said.
�Isn�t that rather expensive?� my aunt asked. I remembered us
playing Monopoly, and how she�d insisted we play on a mat, to protect her
carpet.
�Some people spend $2,000 on a bottle of wine,� Helene said. �I
serve quality tea, which is far cheaper than wine, and prefer to spend my
money reupholstering my furniture. And besides,� she said. �Have you not
noticed the cameras in the four corners of the room? You�re all being
filmed. For posterity, for yourselves to have something to keep, after
we�re finished, and, with your permission, for me to share with others,
perhaps for a fee.�
�No!� Audrey cried.
�Honey, you�ll do just as she says,� Alan told the girl across the
room from him. She gaped at him. He let David take the half-finished cup
of tea from his hand and, with the man holding his steaming cup and
waiting, Alan thrust his hands into his swimsuit. He liberated his cock. It
jutted forth, wiggling in the air like a charmed snake, standing upright
from the flatness of his lower belly.
�You�re well endowed, sir,� David told Alan. I felt myself flush all
over. Imagine, David with his obviously huge endowment complimenting
Alan! In truth, Alan had one of the finest cocks I�d ever seen, yet I knew
David must surely be even bigger. I was glad, suddenly, that Brad had gone
back to college. I liked him, but I feared that here, at Helene�s, with these
two men, I might be inspired to do things I wouldn�t want even my love
Brad to know about.
�Thanks. Why don�t you show me yours?� Alan asked. He was
blushing slightly. He looked up at David. The man turned and looked at
Helene.
�Of course, David. I think the girls have all come to see it,� Helene
said softly. She slapped her riding crop against the open palm of her other
hand. The crisp reply of the leather crop against her leather glove sent a
strange thrill through us. I blushed, my aunt showed color in her cheeks,
Audrey held her bikini bottom in her fingers as if she might somehow
escape having to take it off.
David shoved down his swimsuit. His dick popped out. I was
startled by the sight of it; it was, indeed, long and thick like a fire hose. I
tried to speak, found my throat dry. Finally I said, in a small, croaking
voice, not at all like my usual voice, �It�s a wonder of the world.�
�Yes! We here in France have the eighth wonder of the world,�
Helene smiled. �Even if David hails from Yugoslavia.� She smiled at him.
�How fortunate that the East has been liberated,� she said.
�You are kind to let me work in your shop, and I�m proud to show you
my natural endowments,� David said warmly to Helene. �But I would
prefer to be lifting weights. I want to go to America someday and replace
Arnold Schwarzenegger.�
�Perhaps Chloe will take you,� Helene told him.
�Yes! You can sleep in my bedroom with me!� I blurted. �I mean, in
my house,� I said.
�You can come to America with me! I�m from America!� Audrey told
him. Then she looked at Alan. �With my boyfriend�s permission, of
course,� she added.
�God, what a threesome that would make,� my aunt said. She had set
her teacup on the arm of her chair and was pulling on her panties. I don�t
think she was even of a rational mind anymore as she yanked down the
front of her panties, then lifted her ass and pulled her panties down off
her hips. How small her bikini was, yet upon seeing David�s endowment
she couldn�t remain clothed even in it!
�Girls, get your bottoms off,� Helene said. �Then give them to me.
All of you, even you men.� She let David get his suit off and then accepted
it from him. She peered within it. �You�ve drooled some pre-cum into
your suit, David,� she said.
�Sorry,� David answered.
Helene came over to me. I handed her my panties. She felt the
crotch of them.
�They�re wet,� she told me.
�I didn�t mean to get so excited,� I told her. I blushed. I realized I
was now sitting on her expensive, brocaded couch, with my moistened
pussy lips pressed into the comfy fabric of the seat. �I can sit on the
floor if you like,� I said.
�No, sit right there, darling,� Helene said. �I�m happy to have your
juicy pussy on my couch. You�re going to get it quite a lot wetter in a few
minutes.�
�Oh, can�t we go pee in the bathroom?� I asked her.
�No. You�ll all drink and pee right here, with your legs open, and your
hips thrust forward, admiring each other�s sex,� Helene said. �The last
one to pee wins. The others,� she let her voice trail off. She knew
Rebecca and I were keen on her friend David, and not on her manner of
partying. (At least, I hoped my auntie wasn�t. Sometimes she was a bit
unusual in her desires.)
�Oh, this is so naughty!� Audrey said. She looked at her boyfriend.
He gazed at her and let her know with his eyes that she would be doing
just as Helene wished. Audrey gulped, and smiled. Then the eagerness
returned to her gaze and I saw that her shyness was partly heartfelt, and
perhaps partly affected.
We undressed. We got off our bottoms, all of us, and handed them to
Helene. She held our swimsuits in her gloved hands. How small and
insubstantial they looked! Even the men�s swimsuits were just morsels of
rayon. She turned. She went to the fireplace. She took a poker from the
fireset beside the fireplace. She prodded the burnt logs in the hearth and
made the flames rise a little. Then, one by one, to our great shock, she
tossed our swimsuits into the fire.
�Now, though summer is gone, we�re going to pretend it�s still here,�
Helene said. She took down a single tube of sunscreen from the mantle
over the fire. �Chloe, this is tangerine flavored Sun Smacker sunscreen,�
Helene said. �I want you to spread it all over your lips, just like lipstick.
You�ve used sunscreen before, haven�t you?� she asked me.
�A little,� I said. I usually didn�t bother with suntan lotion or
anything, if I could help it. The sun and me seemed to get along pretty
well. Why bother smearing stuff all over your face if you just tanned
naturally? �I don�t really need it,� I said, hesitating, as Helene handed me
the stick of sunscreen.
Helene laughed. �None of us need it. We�re indoors, Chloe,� she said.
�Oh, yeah,� I replied. I put on the sunscreen. It tasted good. Helene
got sticks of sunscreen off the mantle for the others, adult brands of
sunscreen. Rebecca looked lovely spreading it over her lips. Audrey asked
for a mirror; Helene got one off the mantle, a small, hand-held mirror, and
handed it to her.
�Keep drinking,� Helene told us. �Just because we�re pretending it�s
still summer doesn�t mean you can�t stop drinking. Pretend it�s very hot,
and you must drink and drink to beat the heat.�
�I want to beat my meat,� Alan confessed. He gazed at his big cock,
standing up lewdly off his belly.
�Of course you do, darling,� Helene said. �And I want to beat your
ass. I hope you lose our little contest.�
�God, you�re such a woman!� Alan said. �Do you have to wear that
dress? What a great figure you have! I want to see you naked!�
�Imagine me fully dressed, Alan, just like I am now, and you bending
over bare-assed in front of me, receiving my crop on your bottom,� Helene
told him.
�That�s it. I�m peeing right now!� Alan said.
�No, Alan,� Helene said. �This is a contest. I want to see you squirm
in your chair for many minutes before you pee.�
I shivered. I couldn�t believe what we were doing. I glanced up at
the cameras in the four corners of the room. Surely I should spring up,
demand my clothes back, and leave! But the sight of David�s cock kept me
bolted to the sofa. I watched, mesmerized, as he refilled all our tea cups.
Whenever somebody emptied their cup he was there immediately, giving
them more, forcing them to accept more into their cup. How erotic it
looked to see him pour tea from the spout of the tea cup, with his long
cock sticking out from his body!
We drank. I saw Rebecca shift her hips. I looked at her. She blushed.
�Oh, I do have to pee! Can�t I just get up and go use the toilet?�
Audrey asked.
�No, Audrey,� Helene said. �Savor your vacation in France. Let
yourself relax and enjoy the feeling of your belly filling up with fine
French tea. When it�s quite impossible to hold it any longer, tell us, and
then pee right here, with your boyfriend and David staring at your open
legs as you flood my expensive chair with pee.�
�Oh, this is horrible!� Audrey said. She looked at me, at my aunt.
Rebecca�s eyes were half-lidded. Her lips sparkled with the lip gloss. She
ran her fingers across her tummy, and I knew what she wished to do. The
same thing I yearned to; to diddle my slit and beg big David to thrust
himself up me!
�I feel like a slut,� I confessed.
�A slut?� Helene said. �Why, because you are obeying me? Do you
want to feel my crop on your bottom, Chloe?�
�No!� I said.
�Then you�ll do just as I tell you, and you�ll not feel like a slut,
because you have no choice in the matter,� Helene said.
No choice! The thought made me gasp. What if Helene made me Do It
with David, would I be a slut then? Surely I could not be. No matter how
he fucked me, no matter how wild and depraved we were, it would all be
okay, because Helene had commanded it!
�But-- but I shouldn�t have come,� I said meekly.
�And why did you?� Helene asked me.
�To-- to see the fireman,� I said.
�You mean David?� Helene asked.
�Yes,� I said.
�It is quite healthy for a girl to want to see a man, especially a man
as fine as David,� Helene assured me. �Spread your legs wider, Chloe. I
insist. And have more tea. David, please serve her.�
I admit, after that, I didn�t think anymore about being a slut. I was
in Helene�s house, under her authority. I was like a puppy who, yearning
for a master, had found one. I opened my legs wider and let my eyes
frankly admire David as he poured my tea. I blushed, but it was
involuntary, I refused to feel shy about my desires anymore. I sipped my
tea, and watched David�s cock bob as he walked around the room. I
imagined it peeing. Would it look like the discharge of a fire hose when he
peed?
�I have another treat for you, my fair guests,� Helene said. She was
still standing, watching over us as a mother hen does her chicks. She took
down a bottle of L�Oreal hair scent from the mantle. It had been hidden
behind a small, sedate doll poised in her Sunday best on the mantelpiece,
dressed for church. She handed me the bottle. �You first, Chloe,� Helene
said.
�What am I supposed to do?� I said. I took the plastic cap off the
bottle. Slightly confused, I lifted the bottle to my head. My mane of hair
was well-brushed and neatly arranged, but if she wanted me to scent it
for her, I had no objection.
�Not the hair on your head, Chloe,� Helene said. �Spritz your pubic
hair with it.�
�You want me to perfume my bush?� I asked. My eyes were wide. I
was wearing cologne, just a little; it seemed rather an insult to tell me I
needed more, especially on my bush!
�It is only for the eroticism of it, Chloe,� Helene told me. �A game;
while we�re waiting for our bladders to fill.� I wondered at that. She,
after all, had barely touched the cup of tea David had poured for her.
Nonetheless, I aimed the hair scent at my bush and spritzed some on. How
delicious it felt! How decadent! Everyone watched me as I sprayed my
dell.
Helene took the hair scent from me. She gave it to David! �You
next,� she said.
�But this is girl�s perfume!� David said.
�Spray it on your cock anyway,� Helene told him.
�God, imagine, the future Arnold Schwarzenegger, spraying his dick
with girl�s perfume,� David groused. Nonetheless he squirted it into his
bush, and up and down the length of his long cock. He stiffened as he did
it. He was already erect, but he became thicker and even longer as he put
the perfume on his manhood.
�Now give it to Alan,� Helene ordered.
�This is ridiculous,� Alan said, taking the perfume from David.
�I know you men just want to fuck, but today we�re going to do
small, delicate things first,� Helene said. �Tiny acts, carefully
performed, and devoted to the parts of ourselves we usually keep hidden.�
�Oh, can�t I just slip out and pee and then come back?� Audrey asked.
�I do have to go quite badly!�
�I�m starting to have to go pretty bad too,� I confessed. I squirmed
in my seat. How lovely the rich, brocaded cushion of the couch felt
against my bare bottom! I glanced up at Helene, holding her crop. She
smiled and said, �The first one to pee will be punished when we go
downstairs, as well as the rest of you, all except for the winner.�
�What about you? You�re hardly drinking anything!� I told her.
Helene looked at me. �Yes, Chloe. That�s because I intend for you to
pee for me, not vice versa,� Helene said.
Oh, how wicked it was! We all perfumed our genitals, waiting all the
while for them to sprout with pee! I sucked in my tummy and tried not to
think about my growing need to go to the bathroom. Imagine-- using a
sedate sitting room to pee in! And doing it right on the furniture! All the
while cameras recorded our every squirm, our every pee-induced
movement. How could Rebecca put herself and me in such a predicament?
And yet, like her, I yearned to see David pee with his big fire hose penis. I
sat in my chair with increasing agitation.
�Next I�ve got some Raspberry Fantasy body lotion for us,� Helene,
still completely clothed in her side-buttoned tunic, informed us. She took
the bottle down from behind another doll on the mantle. She handed it to
Alan.
�You first, honey,� she said, with an intimacy that made Alan�s
girlfriend, Audrey, bite her lip and frown.
�What am I supposed to do with this? This is for girls too!� Alan
protested. I savored the sight of his cock, sticking up firm and hard from
his belly. How sweet it smelled from across the room, now that he�d been
forced to douse it with perfume!
�I want you to make your penis all slick and oily by squirting this
body lotion all over it,� Helene told Alan.
�Raspberry Fantasy body lotion?� Alan asked. �I�ll smell like a
fucking fruit!�
�Don�t go by a gay bar on your way home,� David laughed.
�You have to put it on too, darling,� Helene said, turning to David.
�Why don�t you gentlemen do each other? I�m sure we girls would love
seeing it. Here, David, you take the bottle. Squirt the lotion all over
Alan�s penis. Then Alan, you do the same for David.�
What a delight that was! Seeing two big men, forced by Helen to oil
up each other�s dicks. I glanced at Rebecca. She watched, wide-eyed, as
did I. I felt a wave of affection for her. She didn�t make the best choices
when it came to safe partying, but she sure knew how to find erotic places
for us to go!
�And now,� Helene said, when the men were oiled, and all of us had
perfumed our sex. �There remains one part of ourselves that has yet to be
dealt with. She grinned. �The nipples.�
�What?� Rebecca gasped.
�You thought because I let you keep your bra on, that it would stay on
forever? No, no,� Helene said. �Girls, I want your bras now. And yes,
they�ll be burned in the fire, just like your panties. David, go around and
collect the girls� bras. No resisting, girls, or I�ll let you feel my crop on
your fannies a lot sooner than you�d prefer!�
We took off our tops. We were naked now, except for our shoes. How
silly I felt, sitting on the couch in my beaded flower jewelry, white socks
on my feet, and open-toed heels, my slit perfumed, my sex moistening the
chair I sat on! I showed my breasts. My nipples were hard, excited. David
remarked on their condition as he took my top from me. I blushed. Audrey
again begged to be allowed to pee, only to be told by Helene that she could
pee whenever she wished.
�Oh, but not here! Not in front of everyone! And the cameras!�
Audrey said.
�Be good!� Alan barked, from across the room.
�Oh, Alan, dear, I don�t want to--�
SWICK! The sharp crack of Helene�s crop sounded in the room.
�Yeeeeek!� Audrey said. We all stared at her. A red line formed on
her right thigh, where Helene had slapped her.
�Shall I do the other?� Helene asked, holding her crop aloft over
Audrey�s other leg. The girl squirmed, tried closing her legs, then
immediately opened them again, lest she incur Helen�s wrath.
�N-No,� Audrey said. She sat with her mount well-displayed, well-
disciplined now, offering us a perfect view of her slit and moving her hips
just a little. �But, oh, I do SO have to go!� Audrey said.
�Then pee,� Helene answered her.
�Oh, but I mustn�t, not on the--�
Suddenly, to our great surprise, Audrey began pissing! Her pee
sprouted from between her lovelips and wet the chair she was sitting in.
She tried rising; Helene clapped a hand on her shoulder. The girl stood in a
half-risen pose for a moment, peeing down into the chair. Then she
plopped down onto the love seat again. She continued relieving herself. A
low moan escaped from her throat. She looked down at her dell and
watched in horror as her pee flooded over the seat cushion.
�Very good,� Helene said. �You lose, and will have to be spanked, but
you did a nice job peeing.�
�Oh, I don�t want to be spanked!� Audrey said. But she sat in her pee,
not moving, and I realized then that she did, in fact, wish to taste the
crop, just a little. Helene stood over her and smiled down at her.
�You�ve done well, Audrey,� Helene said. �Soon we�ll see how well
your boyfriend does. Have some more tea.�
�Yes, ma�am,� Audrey said. And she picked up her tea cup off the
arm of the sofa and drank from it just as before, despite the fact that she
was sitting in a big puddle of her own pee!
�None of you will be seeing a bathroom before tomorrow morning, so
you�d better get used to the idea of not having a toilet around,� Helene told
us. �Chloe, don�t you have to go?� she asked me.
�Yes!� I said.
�Then go, dear. Let�s see you pee on the sofa.�
�Oh, but it�s so pretty and--� I said.
�Whenever you�re ready. Right there where you�re sitting,� Helene
told me.
�It�s not so bad,� Audrey told me, over the rim of her teacup. �It
just feels a little... wet.�
Suddenly David erupted. He was pouring tea for my aunt, his hips
barely moving, barely betraying his need, when suddenly his dick squirted
pee all over her thighs. Rebecca screamed. She held her teacup for David,
receiving the tea from the silver tea kettle, while watching
simultaneously the pee spring from his dick. David tried moving, the
result was his pee went right into her cup!
�Oh! Oh!� my aunt shouted.
�I�m sorry, I--� David stammered. I watched as he squeezed his ass
cheeks and tried cutting off the flow of his pee. No use! He kept peeing
and peeing, drenching the tea cup. My aunt moved; the cup overflowed and
she barely avoided having hot tea splash down into her lap. David moved
again, his stream of pee cascaded directly onto my aunt�s bare legs.
�Oh, God!� my aunt cried. She lost all her reserve and began peeing
too. David�s pee showered her thighs as she offered her own golden
tribute. I watched, fascinated. Only myself and Alan still managed to
retain our urine.
�Oh, I don�t want to lose!� I said to Alan. �Please, go to the
bathroom!�
�I want to see you spanked,� he grinned at me.
�I can�t hold it much longer,� I said. My eyes pleaded with him. He
smirked at me.
�A guy can always hold himself longer than a girl,� Alan told me.
�You can forget about winning.�
�Pee! Please pee!� I begged. �Pee like David did.�
�Not a chance,� Alan said.
We sat staring at each other for several minutes. David got a napkin
off the tea tray and wiped his pee from Rebecca�s thighs. Audrey asked
for a napkin but Helene told her �no,� she only had her own pee wetting her
legs, so she must learn to endure it.
�I�m wet,� Audrey said. She looked at me.
�I don�t want to be wet!� I said.
�You�re going to be,� Alan said to me.
�You too!� I told him.
�Ladies first,� Alan said.
�Now, for your nipples, a very special treat,� Helene said. She
picked up a small black bag that had been sitting, unbeknownst to us,
behind the couch I was seated on. She opened it. We stared at several
pairs of scissors that she drew from the bag. �These are surgical
scissors,� Helene said. �As you can see, they have flattened blades at the
end. They�re meant to hold parts of the body open, for surgery. They work
like tweezers. In our case, we�re going to put one on each of our nipples,
to clamp them.�
�Oh, why?� my aunt, sitting in pee, her cunt well-displayed, her
nipples too hard, asked. Her eyes looked both shocked and excited by the
proposal.
�Because, like I said, we�re going to do small, exquisite things first,
to our private parts,� Helene told her. �To tease. Then, later, we�ll do
rougher things.�
�I don�t want my boobies clamped!� Audrey said. I looked at her. She
had bright eyes. She bit her lower lip. She thrust forward her tits. She
was bashful, but not as much as she wished us to believe.
I trembled. I was still trying to hold back my pee as Helene began
her game with the scissors. She started with me.
�Ouch!� I said, as the first of the scissors was applied to my tits.
Helene clamped my left tit with a pair of scissors, then my right. Two
pair of scissors were fastened onto me. How lewd I looked, with surgical
scissors dangling from the tips of my breasts. I squirmed in my seat. The
scissors hurt! Not impossibly, but enough that I would have torn them off
myself, if only I could figure out how Helene had managed to get the
handles of each scissors to fasten together. I gaped at my titties. The
scissors weighed down my breasts. They made them hang lower. �Oh, I�ll
have saggy tits!� I cried.
�Nonsense, dear. You�re only going to wear them a little while,�
Helene told me. I didn�t want the scissors but I wasn�t a doctor, so I
didn�t feel skilled enough to remove them. Helene wasn�t a doctor either,
but she obviously knew what she was doing. �Please, Helene, take them
off!� I begged.
�No,� Helene said.
�I have scissors on my tits,� I said, bouncing in my chair, gaping at
Rebecca.
�I know,� Rebecca said softly.
�They hurt,� I told her.
Helene went over to my aunt. Rebecca watched as the first of the
scissors was applied to her own tits.
�Ouch!� Rebecca said.
�Yes, I�m nipping your nipples,� Helene laughed. �Sit still, dear.�
�I can�t!� my aunt said. Yet she stayed reasonably still as the other
pair of scissors was pinched onto her other breast. Audrey watched,
waiting, sipping her tea, looking disconsolate.
Tingling and burning to pee, with my bottom seated comfortably if
tight-cheeked on the couch, I waited for the inevitable to happen. There
was not much time left. My bladder was bulging and I squirmed
salaciously, drawing Alan�s eyes to me and causing him to laugh that there
was no way a girl could beat a boy in a peeing contest.
�Everyone knows girls have bladders the size of peanuts,� Alan told
me.
�I�m going to win!� I promised him. But I couldn�t possibly imagine
how. My tummy felt like it was going to burst! I squeezed my eyes shut. I
tried not to think about the scissors clamped to my titties. Oh, if only I
had a pair of those scissors up inside me, to hold back my pee! I ran my
fingers over my thighs. I clapped a hand to my dell.
�She�s cheating,� Alan said.
�What? Squeezing your muffin?� Helene asked me.
Through shut eyes I said, �I must GO!�
�Let her squeeze her muffin if she thinks it can help her,� Helene
told Alan.
�Can I rub my dick if it will help me?� Alan asked.
�Of course not,� Helene said. �I may not have a penis, but I know
about jacking off. You men always spurt when you do that.�
�So, I�ll jack and pee at the same time,� Alan said. �My balls are
full too.�
�And they�ll stay full, young man,� Helene said. �No jacking off in
my sitting room.�
�Oh, GOD!� I cried. Suddenly I felt a significant wetness between my
legs. My eyes flew open and I looked down at myself. �Oh, no! AM I DOING
IT?!� I shouted. Alan laughed. I couldn�t believe I was losing! I had tried
so hard to win! As I watched, the lips of my cunt squirted pee all over the
seat cushion I was sitting on. My dry seat became a wet seat. I was
undone.
�Ahhhhhh,� Alan announced. Seeing that he had won, he released his
pee with abandon. It sprouted from the tip of his penis and arced out
across the room. It struck the coffee table. Some of his pee splattered
onto the tea service sitting on the coffee table. David cleared his throat,
meant to speak, then shrugged his shoulders.
�Alan, you�re peeing all over my tea kettle!� Helene scolded. She
hurried over to the coffee table and slid the tray father away from Alan.
He laughed. He arched his hips. His pee shot in a longer arc and hit the tea
kettle again. �Alan!� Helene shrieked.
�I guess you�ll have to whip my ass for that,� Alan said.
�Yes, I certainly will!� Helene assured him.
�Oh, God. French sex!� Alan said. I saw that he�d come to Helene�s to
do more than just show himself. Like his girlfriend, he had a longing to
find out what a sharply-applied crop felt like on his behind. I looked at
the pee stained kettle and guessed he wouldn�t have long to wait.
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