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Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
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SULTRY SPRING
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Chapter Seven
Summer returned. One morning I was picking flowers in my aunt�s
front yard when a group of boys came by. They rode bicycles and they
were hallooing to each other, riding fast someplace, when they saw me.
Their cycling slowed. They looked at me. I looked at them.
�Hi,� one boy said to me. Immediately I liked him. He was bare-
chested and he was wearing a swimsuit. The other boys were also dressed
in swimsuits and even though they were younger than me, the oldest no
bigger than 12, I found myself liking all of them, in a motherly way. In
response to my smile they all popped quite visible boners in their
swimsuits. They blushed and rode away, though the biggest, who I liked
the best, glanced back at me once, and gave me a broad grin.
It did not take long to make their acquaintance. In less than a week
they had come to my aunt�s house several times and we had all swam
together in her pool.
Then one day I got a wicked idea. I invited the boys over and they
arrived in their swimsuits, as before, but I didn�t immediately take them
out back. Instead I took them downstairs. In the coolness of the
basement, I told them to take off their swimsuits.
�What?� one of the boys, named Ricky, asked. �Aren�t we going
swimming?�
�No, boys,� I answered. �Auntie�s away today so I thought it would
be a perfect time for something you need to learn about.�
�What�s that?� a boy named Todd asked.
�Sex,� I replied.
�Oooooh,� the all chimed, in unison, the littlest two looking a bit
frightened as they said it. But my favorite boy, the one who was oldest,
grinned a complicitous smile. He untied his swimsuit and pulled it down
to his knees.
�C�mon,� he said. �If she wants us naked it�s the least we can do,
since we swim naked at the swimming hole anyway.�
�Yeah. But there�s no girls down at the swimming hole,� a boy named
Chet said.
�You swim naked down at that muddy old river?� I asked.
�Sure. When we�re alone,� Chet said.
Despite their misgivings, the boys undressed in my basement. It
didn�t take much, just a quick tug on their swimsuits and their cocks were
free. I stared at them. I must have licked my lips because Billy, the
littlest, said,
�What are you going to do, eat us?�
�That�s what Monica Lewinsky did to the President,� Todd said.
�No,� I answered. �But tell me this: can you all make sperm?�
�Yes,� they all chimed. Then one of them asked, �What�s sperm?�
�You need to be excused,� I said. �Go upstairs and go swimming and
I�ll tell you what happened later.�
�I want to learn about sex,� the boy protested.
�Go on,� the oldest boy, who was named Frank, told him. �She told
you she�d let you in on everything later.�
�Oh well. Okay,� the boy said. He pulled his swimsuit back up. Then
he went running up the basement steps, apparently glad to be going, though
later one of the boys told me he�d found him wanking himself in my aunt�s
swimming pool.
I led the boys into a bedroom. It was a special bedroom, in my aunt�s
basement, that she had recently had soundproofed. She�d threatened to
make it my bedroom if I didn�t behave. In this room there was not only a
bed, but also a whip. It hung menacingly above the head of the bed, from a
peg.
I pointed to the nightstand beside the bed. There were bottles and
flasks and tubs of cream on the nightstand.
�See boys?� I said. I walked up to the nightstand. I picked up a
bottle of perfume and squirted myself. �This is perfume. It makes a girl
smell pretty.� I picked up a flask of oil. I poured some into my palm.
�And this is oil,� I said. �It�s to oil your penises. Would you like to try
some?� I handed the flask to Frank. His eyes glowed. I picked up a tub of
cream. �And this is cream,� I said. �It�s for a girl�s bottom, after she�s
been whipped.�
�Chloe? Are you down there?� my aunt called.
�Yeeeek!� I cried.
�Chloe? Are you alright?� my aunt asked.
�Yes, auntie!� I shouted, as soon as I�d recovered myself.
�She�s giving us a tour of the basement!� Todd hollared.
�Quick! Get your swimsuits back on,� I told them.
We went upstairs. We had knowing eyes but I guess my aunt, if she
suspected anything, chose not to ask us about it.
�Didn�t you go shopping, auntie?� I asked her in my most innocent
voice.
�Oh, I got halfway there, and remembered I�d forgotten my purse,�
my aunt said. �Now that I�m home again I guess I�ll just stay.�
�You can go shopping if you want to, auntie!� I told her. �Would you
like me to go upstairs and get your purse for you?�
�No, Chloe,� my aunt said. �Go out back and go swimming with your
friends. I�ll make you lunch in an hour or so.�
�I hear they�re having a big sale down town,� Frank told her.
�Everything�s on sale. Heck, I�ve heard that even the Eiffel Tower is on
sale!�
�Thank you, Frank,� my aunt said. She looked at me. I looked back at
her.
�We�ll go out back, auntie,� I told her.
�Thank you, Chloe,� my aunt replied.
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